Chapter 11-
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Previously on Déjà vu:
"Well, sweetie, um, your Dad and I have recently begun… dating." There was silence from Zoey and Ezra and I looked at her uncomfortably.
"That's it?" Zoey asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, that was already obvious. I thought you were going to say that you're pregnant or something."
Now Ezra really looked uncomfortable.
"Of course not."
"Oh, well, um, congrats I guess," Zoey said.
Aria POV:
"Hey wake up, Ezra." I called to the snoring body on the couch. He had grown tired last night after a Hannah Montana Marathon with Zoey, so I let him stay the night. I nudged him once more, "Get up, or I'll sit on you," I said with a smile.
Ezra smiled in his sleep, "Go for it."
"Oh, just get up." I thought of an idea, "Pancakes are almost ready…" I sang.
Ezra jolted awake and tackled me onto the couch. "I… wasn't… expecting… that…" I said between giggles into Ezra's shirt. We were wrestling and laughing on the tiny couch as he pulled him into his arms. He placed small butterfly kisses all over my face and neck as I shivered in his arms.
"I wish we could do this every morning," I whispered into his ears.
"Me too," He murmured against my lips.
"Is it going to be like this every morning?" A voice called from the hall.
Ezra and I scrambled off the couch and sat up like modest, dignified parents. "Uh, hey Zoe," I managed as I smoothed the wrinkles in my blouse and rebuttoned (isn't that a word? Why is there a red line under it? If it isn't… um, awkward…) the top ones.
"Morning, sweetie," A composed Ezra said with a side smirk to me.
"Morning. Just getting some juice…"
"Yeah, okay. Be there in a minute!"
"I think I'm gonna leave in a minute," Ezra said to me once we were alone.
"Why?"
"I want to get out of these dirty clothes, but it's a Saturday. Maybe we could catch up later…" He asked questioningly.
"Of course, but don't tell me you're leaving without my pancakes."
"Not in a million," He said. He gave me one chaste kiss and proceeded towards the kitchen.
"Mommy, can we talk?" Zoey asked when I was finished escorting Ezra to the door.
"Sure. Everything okay?" I asked with concern.
"Yeah, great, actually. I want to talk about Dad."
"Right. I know you say it wasn't really a shock to find out about us, but you can tell me if it was. You can tell me anything, baby."
"I know. Mom, I knew it would happen eventually. When he first saw us, the first day of school, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. Not once."
"Oh Zoey," I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "You've been so strong through everything. I'm so proud of you." I tickled her and she giggled, "I don't think most second graders could be as adult-ish as you."
Zoey smiled and gave me a tight hug, "I love you, mommy."
"I love you too. So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Well, if I were you… I would want to feel like a family."
"You, me, and dad?"
"You, me, and dad."
"So how exactly are we going to do that? We are already doing 'family nights'."
"I know, but I want to see Daddy more than that. At school he can't be my dad."
"What are you suggesting, Zoe?" I asked her. Oh my lord. She wants us to get married. I can't just tell her that he needs to ask me. I don't want to ask him. He'll think I'm crazy. Uh…HELP!
"I just thought Daddy could come live in our guestroom. Or in your room, because I'm already sharing." She looked at me like it was the simplest thing in the universe.
"But Daddy already has a place of his own."
"I know," She reasoned, "But I think he feels left out."
"Of our family?"
"Of our family." Okay usually when Zoey and I repeat each other, she's the one asking the question. When did she gain all the power? "So will you ask him later?"
Quick think! I can't tell her that Ezra wont want to come live here, or that I don't want him here. Or that I'm too afraid to ask. But I took the "easy" road, "Um, sure."
"Yay!" Zoey tightened our embrace and danced to the base of the staircase.
"Wait!" I called to her and she turned.
"Who are you sharing your room with?" my mind went straight to Hanna Marin, when she was hiding Caleb in her basement. That's crazy, Aria. She's in 2nd grade! She's not hiding boys under her bed.
"Barbies, obviously."
I smiled at her, relieved, and she continued dancing to her bedroom.
So, do you think Ezra will accept their offer? Or, will Aria even ask? She probably could come up with a lie to keep Zoey at bay. Or can she? Ideas? Responses? Just wanna tell me how much you love my storie(s)? You can do that all in the comments! Oh, and answer my question in the a/n above... about the profile, hahahahaha. Thanks for reading!
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Danni
