Hello my fellow PLL compadres! 27 more days! I literally was running down the hallway in my school screaming, "27 days until my man is back on my TV screen!" Of course I was talking about Ian Harding. Sha-yeah! Anyway, this next chapter I wrote AND edited in my brand new notebook (the old fashioned composition notebook. yep its pimp). However, that'd be writing it on pen and paper, not on Fanfiction where my spelling needs a little help. I swear if Microsoft Word's spell check did not exist, I'd hand in an English paper that'd that said, "Kack snd Kill qent op thw will." Like I'd write about Jack and Jill going up a hill, but you get my point. Anyway, I never apologize for typos but for this chapter I will, since I wrote it on a bus that was driving down a rocky road and my pen was shaking everywhere.

Ezra's POV (May stop doing this POV thing. Haven't decided yet.)

The limmo ride to the airport in Phillie is extremely short; too short for the young couple passed out in an unconscious sleep from the hot weather, the long wedding, and busy reception. So, when the driver opens the door and announces that they have arrived, Ezra has to force his own eyes open and then literally has to shake Aria awake, "Aria, come on, wake up, sweetheart. We're at the airport." She groans as she reluctantly untwines herself from her husband. eyes hardly open. He slides out first to help out his half-conscious wife out of the vehicle as well. His hand claps hers as he leans down to press his lips firmly against hers before she stands from the backseat.

She smiles, breaking the moment, "I love you, Ezra."

He leans his forehead against hers, "I love you too." He helps her to her feet.

The driver checks in their baggage as they go through security and sit in the small tkaeoff room for Rome. Aria cuddlles up in her husband's lap after he climbs into a chair, leaning her head against his shoulder. He adjusts his position to make her more comfratable.

His belly rumbles and he can only imagine on how Aria, who is feeding for two at 7 weeks of being pregnant with his son or daughter, he yawns, "Aren't you hungry, Aria? Do you want me to go and get you something from McDonalds? I mean, if I'm hungry, I know you must be pretty hungry, too."

"Don't you even think about moving right now, Ezra. Your my pillow at the moment; my favorite pillow on the planet."

Ezra chuckles sleepily, "Alright then. I'll get somebody else to do it for me, if you don't want me, your comfratable pillow, to leave you alone for five minutes, to get you something to eat." He calls over the ticket seller at the ticket purchasing desk, which is vacant,"Excuse me, ma'am? My wife and I are extremely tired and I am worried about leaving her alone to go get us a bite to eat. Could you do me a solid and go to McDonalds across the way and pick us up some dinner?" The ticket seller hesitates and he quickly adds, "Please? She's pregnant and hungry. I don't think you want her to go all hormone crazy on you, do you?" Aria giggles and nods sleepily in agreement into his shoulder.

The woman rolls her eyes and smiles, "My husband used the same excuse on our second honeymoon, when I was a few months pregnant with our son. I'll get you two some food, since I know where you are right now. Anything you want in particular?" She is now speaking to Aria.

Ezra's young and tired wife thinks for a moment and then chips in, "A crispy chicken wrap with an almond nut salad please. oh, yeah. A coke as well!"

Ezra pulls out his wallet and hands the woman a twenty, "I'll have the same. And make sure to get something for yourself as well." He flashes his boysih smile at her and she rolls her eyes once more as she heads for the fast food resturant across the vacant hall.

Aria looks up into Ezra's eyes, fluffling up his sort-of gelled hair, stroking his cheek, a small tired grin on her face, "Did your little brother convince you into straightening out those adorable curls of yours?"

He shrugs, "I thought that I'd try to look somewhat neat for our wedding."

She giggles, recurling a piece of his straghtened bangs with her index finger, "Oh, Ezra. You know how much I love your bangs." She leans up a little bit, "Almost as much as I love your lips."

Her all too willing husband smiles and presses his lips against hers, his tounge tracing the roof of her mouth. She adjusts her postion on his lap to cling to him, her hands twining at the back of his neck. He holds her waist, pressing her even closer to him, though there is hardly any remaining space between them. Ezra hears a cough deep in her throat and she breaks away, sounding like she is hacking up a lung. A groan escapes her mouth, now covered by her hand, "Ezra...Ezra, I think the baby is telling me, "Mommy, I need you to throw up now."

He spots a handicapped bathroom near them and he stands, Aria in his arms, still trying to keep the vomit down but losing the battle, running and swinging the door opem, flicking on thelight and sets his wife down on the tiled floor, much to his own disgust. He holds her hair as she throws up into the toilet, her hand carressing her stomach. Ezra hates seeing his wife like this and has to think, It'll be over soon. This is just one of the perks of your wife being pregnant, Ez. This stage will pass.

Finally, when she finishes, Ezra helps her to her feet as she wipes her mouth and flushes the toilet. He oulls out a package of Tic Tacs and hands her a couple of the small mints, which she quickly pops into her mouth, "I'm glad I came prepared."

Aria smiles slightly, still a slightly green color, "You've been reading those stages of pregnancy books my mother gave you, haven't you?"

"To Kill a Mockingbird is not as interesting as helping out my wife getting through the early stages of her pregnancy. Which includes sickness."

She washes her hands and looks into the bathroom mirror and she groans, "I look terrible." She starts to mess with her staticy hair, but Ezra's hands stops her, "Ezra...Come on! You know you don't want to see me like this."

Ezra lays his chin on her shoulder, eyes meeting at hers through the glass of the mirror before pressing his lips against her neck, murmuring in her skin, "Seeing you with that motherly glow on your face is the most beautiful sight in the world." He moves his lips up her jaw and then gently kissing her.

After a moment, they break apart, Aria leans her forehead against his, "What did I do to deserve you?"

He chuckles softly before kissing her nose, "I ask myself that all the time."

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After persuading Aria to eat her McDonalds meal with a typical "Think of the baby" lecture and forcing down his own food, the gate finally opens and Ezra is able to carry his young wife into the plane and to their seats, where he made sure to get Row B, Seat 2 and 3. He seats her in the window seat, which she had begged for ever since they started to plan the wedding a month and a half ago.

Flashback

Aria pulls up an American Airline site on her laptop and looks at Ezra, "If we are to go to anywhere overseas, I get the window seat. I nevr got the window seat when I was younger; my mom always wanted my brother to have it. So, I am sitting by the window."

Ezra starts to whine on how the window seat is rightfully his when he thinks of what he is about to say and shuts up, "Alright thats fine. Whatever makes you happy, Aria."

End of Flashback

Aria smiles sleepily as he puts the carry on bag on the shelf above their heads, "You know how sexy you look with that tank top on? Man, those early morning runs sure did you some good."

His cheeks flush a light pink, "Well, that little sundress you have on..."He whistles, "Sure is making me crazy." She giggles and holds out her hand and he takes it in his, sitting beside her, flipping up the arm rest radio thingy, taking his wife, into his arms, holding her close to him. Aria lays her head on his chest and peers up into his eyes before smiling softly at him and closing her own. Her breathing becomes heavy as she falls into deep dreams within just moments of closing her eyes, Ezra leans her head against hers, pressing his lips into her hair, savoring the moment alone with her. He relaxes, thinking for a moment, before his mind goes blank, These next two weeks with her are going to amazing and I will do anything to stop anyone from interfering with this special time I have alone with her.

Aria's POV

The early morning light wakes the young couples the next morning. Aria stretches against her husband's chest, yawning. Ezra blinks against the bright morning sun, "Morning, my beautiful wife."

She grins, "Hey there, Sleepyhead. Ready to come and join the living?"

He smiles sarcastially, "If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to give you a morning kiss."

"Then kiss me already! Gee, Ez! You don't need to-" Aria's lecture is cut off as Ezra;s lips swoop in and press against hers, his hands, fluttering at the back of her head, to keep her in the kiss. She kisses him back, savoring the musky, peppermint tastes on his soft bunny lips against hers. She twines her fingers into the front his white tank top, clinging to his muscular chest.

A vibrate comes from his pocket and they groan as they break apart and Ezra pulls out his cell to look at the caller ID, "It's Hanna. Why is calling me on my phone?"

"Probably because after constantly recieving texts by her, Emily, and Spencer, I finally turned my phone off." He rolls his eyes and hands her his flip phone. She clears her throat, "Yes, Hanna?"

Her friend's chirpy voice is loud against Aria's ears, "Hey, girly. We've been trying to get a hold of you all morning. Hows the plane ride so far?"

She smiles, looking into Ezra's eyes, "It's awesome, Hanna. Thanks for asking."

"You've been feeling alright?"

She drums her fingers against her husband's leg and he holds her hand until it stills, smiling and kissing it lightly, "I got a little sick last night at the airport, but I feel fine now."

A pause is on the other end and her friend finally speaks, "Ella just told me to tell you to eat saltines and drink some ginger ale. She says it should help with the morning sickness. My own suggestion if for you to eat some breathmints to eliminate the vomity stank before swapping spit with your hubby."

Ezra chuckles, his lips trailing up her arm and to her neck, murmuring, "I love you" against her skin. She blushes and kisses his lips before responding to Hanna's suggestion, "I'll ignore that, for now."

Hanna giggles, "So what are you guys floating over right now, besides one another?" She laughs even louder and Ezra chuckles once more, shrugging in agreement.

Aria punches him before she looks put the window beside her and sees nothing but clear blue ocean, "All I see is water, water, and what a suprise! More water!"

She could practically hear the grin her best friend's voice, "Well, call us when you land in Rome. Love you, girl! Feel good and tell Ezra hey for me."

"Will do, Han. Love you too." She hangs up and hands it back to him. He is now asking the flight attendent to bring them some breakfast and after he shooes the young woman away, he turns back to Aria, stroking her cheek, "Where were we before we were interuppted?" Aria smiles and leans into press her lips against his, feeling his hands trail down her body to the back of her knees, drawing her legs up to his lap. In response, she twines her fingers behind his neck, holding him in the kiss.

She hears a moan from her husband and he leans his forehad against hers, his eyes still closed shut, his sweet, heavy breath in her face, "Aria, I love you."

Aria's heart skips a beat as it always does when he says those words, "What's not to love?"

A chuckle escapes him and he shrugs in agreement, "True." His lips find their way to her neck again and to her shoulder where they pause, his hands moving her hair out of the way to kiss her skin gently as a butterfly's wings against a leg.

Aria giggles and Ezra looks up at her in suprise. She pulls away from him, looking embarrassed, "You know, I am extremely ticklish."

His confused expression is replaced by a mischevious smile, "Oh really?" He begins to kiss her neck once more, only tracing his lips more slowly down to her shoulder. She giggles like a maniac as his lips make their way up her jaw and against her own, where she savors the sweet taste of peppermint on his soft skin.

Ezra chuckles, "I love your laugh. Almost nearly as much as I love you."

She smiles, fixing his hair and looking into his big blue eyes, "I had a dream that you may want to hear about last night."

Her husband's eyes narrow in curiousity, "About what?"

"Well..."

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The nurse brings in a a small baby girl wrapped in a soft pink blanket, "Are you ready to meet your daughter?"

Aria, who is covered, in sweat and her eyes drawn in exhaustion, but has a big, bright smile nods and the young nurse places the fragile child into the new mother's arms. Ezra's own eyes are exhausted but when he sees his daughter for the first time, warm and clean, they sparkle, a grin immediatly widening on his lips.

Aria looks up at her husband, "Ezra..." Her smiles is blinding and he kneels down beside the hospital bed, presses his lips against his wife's and then leans down to kiss his daughter's forehead, "Welcome to the family, my baby girl."

His tired wife asks him, "Do you want to hold your daughter?"

He nods nervously and takes the infant from Aria, careful not to wake her. Her wavy, dark brown curls falling on her Italian-Greek tanned forehead. Her face resembles Aria greatly and her small figure is obviously inherited from her mother, but when the baby girl yawns adorably and opens her eyes, Ezra is mesmerized by the deep, dark blue ocean that washes over him when his eyes meet his daughter's for the first time.

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When Aria finishes telling her dream, Ezra's face is bright with a grin, "Your saying our daughter had dark brown curls, your face, your body and the only thing that you could tell her being related to me would be her eyes? So, basically, your Italian-Irish blood overules my German-Greek blood? Wow! That's all I could ever hope for, her being beautiful just like her mother and not plagued with the terrible curse of looking like her Daddy."

She giggles and cuddles back into his lap, "What did you dream about last night?"

"How did I not see this coming?" He laughs and kisses her hair, "Well I dreamt that you and I were in our meadow, having a picnic, watching our...daughter frolick in the flowers. Its strange because your dream of her description was exactly like mine: curly brown hair, small body, and big dark blue eyes. She was picking violets and was singing, 'Roses are red, violets are blue, Mommy and Daddy love me and I love them too.'"

Aria strokes his cheek and leans in to kiss him. Of course, his lips were there to meet hers, soft as a rabbit's down fur. They hear a cough from above them and they look up to see the flight attendent has returned, flustered, with two trays of food in her hands. Aria gets territorial when she sees jealousy and lust battling in the flight attendent's eyes as she looks at Ezra, handing them the food. As if to respond, Aria looks up and says sweetly,"Thank you..." She glances at her nametag,"Misty. Me and my husband appreciate such a well prepared breakfast." She lingers the the word "husband" with a lot of emphasis and adjusts her position on Ezra's lap.

Misty glares at Aria and the young wife of the English teacher who is oblivious to the whole thing as he eats a piece of fruit, glares back as if to say Try to take him from me me and I swear to you I will make you wish you never set foot near that employment office that gave you this job. Soon the flight attendent gets the message and walks away without a backwards glance.

Ezra looks up from his food, "Aria, you have to eat some of this. Its delicious, considering it's airline food."

She smiles at her clueless husband and kisses him last time before responding, "Alright. Let's chow down."

I would have paid big money to get a front row seat to witnessing that Aria vs. flight attendent. Haha I would not want to be that Misty chick. Haha. So, with 27 days to go, I am daydreaming even more than I usually do about the status between Ezra and Aria in PLL. I know in my FanFic it is really fluffy but I am afraid that Ezra may be in jeoprady right now with his relationship with Aria. So I have my fingers crossed that him being shirtless in the premeire fixes all of the problems that they were left with in the season finale. 'Sides that , I have nothing other to say besides, see you next update!