Everything in these next few chapters come from a firsthand source and is a true story. You cannot get more accurate than this. However, technology may have changed a bit since the time this happened in real life from the source I got it from, and now.

Aria's POV

"Thanks, we'll see you next week." I hung up the phone with our doctor's secretary. I had just scheduled another appointment specifically for Hanna's pleasure, so that Ezra and I could find out the sex of the baby. Once we learned the sex, we would be able to fully start decorating the nursery and buying clothes for the baby and all the other necessities.

I walked back over to the couch to continue doing the math homework that Ezra had "assigned" me earlier. I set my laptop beside me on the couch, since it was so hard doing anything in my lap because my pregnant belly was in the way. As I read the next problem, I let out a huge sigh. No one would ever understand how much I hated math homework.

I looked up from my laptop to see Ezra sitting at the kitchen table, grading papers. I rested my chin on my knee and watched him intently. He had a determined look on his face and was scribbling away with a red pen. I loved seeing the teacher side of him because it was one of his true passions in life.

"Aria, do- were you staring at me?" He looked up from his paper to see me watching him.

"Guilty." I laughed, as I focused on my homework once again.

"No, wait. Come here." He motioned for me to come over. I set my computer onto the couch as I walked over to the table. "Does this sentence make any sense? There's something wrong with it, but I can't tell what." He underlined the sentence in the students' paper with his red pen, watching me as I read the paper.

"That makes no sense. It just sounds weird." I traced over the sentence with my pointer finger.

"Yeah, but what is it that makes it incorrect?" He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"Ezra, you're the teacher, not me. You're asking the wrong person, honey." I told him, as I walked back over to the couch to pick up my laptop again. However, as soon as I bent over to grab it, I felt a sharp pain radiate throughout my body. I gasped, and instinctively put my hands over my stomach.

Ezra saw the look of immense pain on my face and jumped up from his chair and rushed over to me.

"Aria, are you okay?" He managed to say.

"I just… have a bad stomachache all of a sudden." I whispered. "I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said quietly, as I slowly walked over to the bathroom. Each step I took sent more pain throughout my body. I turned around to see Ezra following me, with a cautious and worried look on his face.

"Are you sure it's not just the baby kicking?" He suggested, hoping that the situation was not as bad as it actually was.

I shook my head.

"No way. That doesn't hurt like this." I walked into the bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was as white as a ghost, sweating bullets, and my cheeks were flushed.

"Ezra." I breathed, cringing in pain and holding my hands over my stomach. I rushed over to the toilet and bent over it, ready to throw up.

"Aria, breathe. What's going on?" Ezra rushed over to me and started rubbing my back in a soothing motion.

All of a sudden, I felt a sticky fluid run down my legs. Looking down, I let out a loud gasp as I realized what had just happened: my water had broken.

"Oh my God." I quickly pulled my dress off my body and examined my stomach, which was now half the size it had been five minutes ago.

"The baby, the baby! Oh God, Ezra, it's too early!" I screamed frantically. "They still have fourteen more weeks to go!"

"Oh my God." Ezra whispered.

"Ezra." I begged, as tears begun streaming down my face.

"Aria, we're getting you to the hospital now."

I tried to control my rapid breathing by taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes as Ezra ran from the room.

Breathe. In and out, Aria. In and out. I kept telling myself, as I sat on the edge of the bathtub. I sat there cringing in pain, with my arms folded around my stomach, as tears streamed down my face.

Ezra appeared in the bathroom a moment later with a small duffel bag in his hand that I assumed was full of clothes and such. He handed me one of my dresses he had brought from the closet for me to change into.

He helped me slowly lift my wet dress over my head to change out of it. Afterwards, he helped me slide on the dress he had brought me.

"Can you walk?" He reached a hand out to help me stand up.

I took it, but as soon as I stood up straight, another shot of pain circulated throughout my body. I shook my head as I continued to cry.

"It hurts, I can't do it." I sobbed.

Ezra picked me up and held me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my body so I was in a comfortable position. We left the house and Ezra set me down carefully into the passenger seat of our car.

I could not help but notice the nervous glances Ezra kept throwing at me during the car ride. But I could not blame him. If I was Ezra, and my girlfriends' water broke with fourteen weeks left of the pregnancy, I would be a nervous wreck too.

I silently prayed that everything would be okay with our baby. Aren't babies born early more prone to having problems when they are born? I continued crying waterfalls as I prayed that my baby would be healthy and alive.

The ride to the hospital was quiet and quick. Ezra's hand was in mine the whole ride there and my other arm was wrapped around my stomach in a protective manner. He was trying his hardest to help ease the pain I was experiencing in any possible way.

I closed my eyes as he asked me for the umpteenth time if I needed anything or if there was anything he could do for me.

"Just get me to the hospital," was the only sentence I was able to mutter under my breath.

When we made our way through the hospitals' big blue doors, Ezra ran to the reception counter and started talking frantically to the lady that was sitting there.

"Mywifes'waterbrokeandshe'sonlytwentysixweeksalong!"

Somehow, the woman was able to understand his gibberish, and quickly grabbed a wheelchair that was nearby. She saw me, holding my back and standing crooked, with a pained expression on my face, and she rushed over to me and helped me sit down in the wheelchair.

Ezra conversed with another woman for a moment, before the second woman led us both to an empty room.

After some introductions, she quickly got down into the dirty business.

"So you've told me that there has been no signs of contractions?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

I nodded in response and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Since your water broke, there is a good chance that you will go into labor within the next twenty-four hours. We are going to need to take an ultrasound on the baby. You are only twenty-six weeks along, so we are going to try and prolong the baby staying inside of you for as long as possible. The baby's lungs are not fully developed yet at this stage of your pregnancy, so if the baby is born, they are going to have trouble breathing. Also, I'm sorry to tell you this, but it is vital that I do… If the baby is born now, there is only…" She paused for a moment. "There is only a ten percent chance of the baby living." She finished sadly.

I looked at Ezra and saw the fear in my eyes reflected in his. He grabbed my hand as the doctor said these words, and held it tightly in his. I closed my eyes as more tears rapidly fell down my cheeks.

"It's going to be okay, Aria. The baby is going to be okay." He whispered to me. I could not figure out whom he was trying to convince more, him or me.

"So right now, I am going to take an ultrasound." She told us, as she started wheeling me into another room.

"Do you know the sex of the baby?" She asked me, as she put some latex gloves on.

Ezra and I shook our heads in response.

"We scheduled another appointment next week to find out. At first, we wanted it to be a surprise, but we changed our minds." He told her as he was looking at me.

She nodded in understanding. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. And you're a young couple. I'm assuming this is your first?" She asked.

Ezra and I nodded at the same time.

"So this might be a little cold." She told me, as she rubbed a pink gel all over my stomach.

Ezra held my hand as the doctor traced over my stomach with the ultrasound wand.

I looked up at the screen to see my baby. He or she was so little!

"Are you sure you don't want to know the sex? It's your last chance." The doctor smiled.

"Yeah." I nodded. "There's a fifty percent chance that they will be a boy… So those are pretty good odds." I let out a quiet laugh for the first time that night, as I looked at Ezra.

"But there's also a fifty percent chance that they will be a girl." He winked at me. "Those are pretty good odds too."

My breath was taken away once again as the baby was portrayed on the screen in front of me. I felt my eyes welling up with tears at the sight of them. It seemed that every time I saw my baby in front of me was more powerful than the last.

"The baby is currently one and two thirds pounds, and from head to toe is fourteen inches. There's the baby's face." The doctor pointed at a spot on the screen. "If you look closely, you can see them blinking."

"I can feel them kicking too." I moaned. "The kicking hasn't stopped since my water broke."

"And it will not until the baby is born. They realize that something is wrong and that their environment has changed. Your fluid level is also going down." She told us. "I think your baby is going to be born soon."

"But I have not had any contractions yet." I told her, confused.

"That's good because, like I said earlier, we want to postpone the baby's birth for as long as possible."

We went over a few more things together before she led me back to my hospital room via wheelchair. I looked up at Ezra, who had been watching me.

"Ezra?" I asked.

"Hmm?" He turned to me. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Um, I just… remembered something from earlier… You called me your wife?" I gave him a small smile.

"Oh, well um." He said uneasily, as he rubbed the back of his neck; a nervous habit of his. "Well, it, uh, kind of just, uh, came out." He stammered. "And besides… won't you be mine, soon enough?" He winked at me and I felt my cheeks blush. I wish I knew how he still had this kind of effect on me. I reached out my hand to take his hand in mine.

As we entered my hospital room, we were suddenly bombarded with loads of people who had many persisting questions.

Looking around the crowded room, I saw my parents, Mike, Hanna, Caleb, Spencer, Toby, Emily, and Samara.

"Aria, honey, are you okay?"

"Is the baby okay?"

"What happened?"

"Aria, how are you feeling?"

"Aria, do you need us to do anything for you?"

"Hey! Give her two seconds to breathe!" Ezra scolded them all.

"Thanks." I smiled gratefully at him. "My water broke around two and a half hours ago. The baby is one and two thirds pounds right now, but their lungs are still developing. The doctors are trying to prolong me going into labor for as long as possible, so I doubt that it is going to happen any time soon. Sorry to make you all rush to the hospital." I gave them all an apologetic smile.

A doctor came into the room a few moments later and told us that visiting hours were over except for my immediate family. This statement earned a loud groan from all of my friends.

"We're practically family." Hanna wined.

"Sorry, that's the rule." The doctor told her sympathetically.

I was given a bunch of hugs as everyone said their good-bye's.

"Aria, we'll see you first thing tomorrow morning! Call us if anything happens!" Spencer waved good-bye to Ezra and I as everyone left the room.

After everyone had left, the only people remaining in the room were Ezra, Ella, Byron, Mike and I.

"You guys should go home." I let out a huge yawn. The day's events were really taking a toll on me and the lack of sleep I had been getting lately did not help with my pregnancy in any way.

"Are you sure?" Byron asked, as he sat down next to me on the edge of my white hospital bed.

"Yeah, but mom? Can you stay here tonight? Just in case anything happens." I nervously fiddled with the blue hospital bracelet on my wrist, feeling like a little kid asking their mother for help.

"Of course honey." Ella told me, as she sat down in one of the chairs next to my bed.

Ezra, who had been sitting on the edge of my bed on the side opposite to my dad, got up to say good-bye to Mike and Byron.

"We'll see you tomorrow." Byron gave me a kiss on my forehead, before he and Mike left the room.

A peaceful silence filled the room after their departure.

I suddenly sat up quickly, letting out a loud gasp.

"What's wrong?" Ezra and Ella both exclaimed at the same time, as they both jumped up from where they were sitting.

"Nothing." I moaned. "This baby just won't stop kicking. And it's so freaking painful!"

"Honey, it's just going to get harder from here." Ella told me, taking hold of my hand.

I let out a sigh, before leaning back against my pillow.

I closed my eyes for a moment, before I heard my mom speak again.

"I'm going to go home for a minute to get a change of clothes. Do you want me to stop at your house and get you guys anything?"

"I'm fine. Ezra, do you need anything?" I asked, intertwining our fingers together.

"Nope, I'm good." He replied, giving my mom a smile.

"I'll see you soon." She came over to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead too, before going over to Ezra and giving him a hug.

"Bye mom!" I called, as she left the room.

I turned to Ezra after my mom left the room. He was watching me with a small smile on his lips.

"How are you feeling?" He sat back down on the edge of the bed as he took my hand in his.

"Exhausted." I sighed.

"You need to rest." He told me, before leaning over to me to give me a kiss. I kissed him back for a moment, before pulling away.

"I love you." I said softly, as I grazed his cheek with my fingertips.

"I love you too." He said quietly. He put his hand over my stomach and spoke again. "And that's why you need to rest, so that everything goes well with the baby."

"Ezra… The baby's going to be okay, right?" My voice shook as I asked the question. He looked into my eyes and I knew that he could see the fear that was evident in them.

"Yeah. They are going to be okay. The doctor's are going to do everything they can, and the baby's going to be okay." He told me, as he pushed a strand of hair away from my face and behind my ear.

"Now rest." He said sternly. He kissed my cheek before sitting back down onto the chair beside my bed.

I smiled at him before settling back against the white pillow in the hospital bed. I closed my eyes and soon fell into a peaceful slumber.

And so the baby drama begins. Thank you so much for all your reviews and suggestions for the name of the baby, please keep them coming! I haven't been able to choose one because I like so many of them! Let me know what you guys thought of this chapter, and PLEASE REVIEW!