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Chapter Thirty-five

No.

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

No.

For the last hour these have been the thoughts plaguing me, as I stare at my bedroom ceiling in disbelief.

I feel the twist of my gut at the possibilities for my future, my nerves and dread taking over my whole body and settling in my stomach making me feel physically sick.

The instant I feel the churning of my stomach I lurch off my bed starting to retch, my hands reaching up to cup my mouth as I race out my door and into the bathroom.

I reach the toilet just in time and empty the contents of my stomach in the bowl, before closing my eyes in disappointment and flushing the toilet to rid evidence of my sickness.

I walk over to the basin and turn the cold water on before rinsing my mouth out and splashing the water on my face trying to calm myself down.

I stare at my dishevelled reflection in the mirror before letting out a determined sigh and leaving the bathroom with only one destination in mind.

I sit in my car staring at the building in front of me, biting my bottom lip in thought as I weigh up my options.

I reach for my phone debating making a call to Spencer, but immediately squash the idea. It was my mistake, it's my problem.

Problem.

For some reason that word doesn't sit well with me and I place my head on the steering wheels tears threatening to spill from my tired, glossy eyes.

I open my door slowly before climbing out on shaky legs; I cast a quick glance around surveying the area surrounding me hoping not to see a familiar face.

When I don't, I let out a sigh of relief.

At least that's in my favour.

I walk towards the pharmacy and push open the door, wincing at the sound of the bell 'dinging' as I enter the store.

I spare a quick glance at the empty cashier desk before scurrying off to my left searching for the aisle I need.

When I find what I'm searching for I stare at them for a few moments, my thoughts drifting to Ezra again. I close my eyes hating myself when a picture of his heartbroken face appears in my head.

Focus Aria.

My eyes sweep the shelf in front of me trying to find the courage to reach out and grab a test.

I can't believe I'm late.

I've never been a day late in my life.

I feel that familiar feeling in my stomach as the nerves and dread make me want to throw up again.

I scan the different tests in front of me, trying to decide which brand to purchase.

Why are there so many options?

Fuck.

I hastily grab four different brands before making a dash for the cashier, saying a silent 'thank you' when the cashier isn't anyone I know.

I dump the items on the counter avoiding eye contact and ignoring their attempt at small talk. I throw money over the counter before grabbing the white shopping bag and racing out the door not bothering with the change.

I make it to my car, unlocking it quickly and slipping inside before throwing the bad onto the passenger seat and slamming my car door shut behind me.

I place my keys in the ignition before I realise I don't know where to go. I can't go home and face my family; I can't go to the girls who will look at me with sympathy filled eyes thinking how stupid I was to leave Ezra.

That leaves me with only one place. The place I will always feel happiest and safest.

I start the car and release the hand break before reversing out of my car spot and making my way down the quiet streets.

Thank god he's not home.

I think as I sit on his toilet tapping my foot impatiently waiting for the minutes to tick by.

I glance over at the four tests sitting on the vanity, craving the comfort only Ezra can provide and feel tears start to stream down my cheeks and my heart ache.

"Aria?" I whip my head around shocked to see Ezra standing in the door way to the bathroom.

I mustn't have heard him get home.

Fuck.

"Ezra." I whisper as I stand up shakily.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his eyes locked on the pregnancy tests.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." My voice breaks and a sob rips through my chest.

"Hey, don't cry." He comes over to me and wraps his arms around my shaking body.

"You're welcome here anytime, you know that." He runs his hands soothingly along my back, pressing kisses into my hair.

"I'm so sorry." I whimper into his chest and Ezra places a long kiss on my forehead, before pulling away and looking into my teary eyes.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, I'm sorry I pushed you." He tells me gently, his thumb running along my tear streaked cheeks.

"No you didn't, I just ran away. I was just so scared Ezra, but I do know how I feel about you. But now I've probably ruined your life." I tell him, another few sobs coming from my body.

"Don't say that. Don't you ever say that. I love you Aria, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You could never ruin my life. Do you understand me?" His intense eyes hold mine, portraying his love for me.

I nod softly, "You really do love me don't you?" I ask timidly, needing to hear it again.

"Always." He responds in an instant.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to say but, I love you Ezra." I whisper to him, my eyes connecting with his.

"I love you Aria, and I will always be here for you. Always." I nod before casting a quick look over toward the vanity where the pregnancy tests sit.

"I will always be here for you and our baby. If that test is positive Aria, I will not leave you alone in this. We'll get through it together." I smile, it's like he read my mind.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but thank you." I lean up and place a passionate kiss on Ezra's lips moaning as his tongue runs along my closes lips.

God, I've missed this.

"When will we know?" He asks as we pull away.

I glance towards my phone checking the time, before looking up to meet Ezra's anxious eyes.

"Now." I tell him softly, reaching my shaky hand out to pick up the first test.

A test that will tell us our future.