Hi Everyone! Chapter 37! Special thanks to annahlisee, CherryBerry7997 (on twitter!) and loveizzymellark for their ideas for the chapter! Big thanks for all the support from the girls on twitter!
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Aria POV:
After the Noel debacle, things began to flow smoothly again. It was starting to near December, and Ezra and I still hadn't spoke about adoption plans. There was never a chance in our busy schedules that allowed us to. Columbia was beginning it's midterms, which caused Ezra to be at work until late, and I was teaching my class as usual.
Tonight, I had gotten Clara to bed and it was near 9:30. Columbia had an odd midterms and finals system, which started at 6 and ended around 9:15. Ezra should've been on his way home by now. I was curled up on the leather couch, my head resting on one of the cusions, and a book in my hand. It was easy to escape into a book on a quiet Friday night. I was enraptured in the story for all of 10 minutes, until my stomach grumbled, telling me it was hungry. It was a strange occurence, but I cast it aside; I hadn't eaten since 6 anyway. I got up from the couch, wincing at the small pain that ran through my back, which had been also occuring everday, but it must have been because I sat at a desk practically all day.
After grabbing an apple, I made my way back to the couch, taking up my book and continuing. It wasn't long before I fell asleep and felt two lips press against my forhead, and then two arms pick me up and carry me off.
"Ezra," I heard myself cry out in my sleep. My mind was shaken free of the horrible dream at hand, and I quickly forgot about it. I sprung up from my lying position, and felt Ezra's arms grasp me around my waist.
"Aria, I'm here," he said, his voice instantly soothing me. "What's wrong?"
"You're home," I said, pressing a hand against his cheek, and pullled his face to mine, so that his forehead rested against mine. I felt relieved to see him.
"Of course, I'm home. Why wouldn't I be," he laughed and brought his lips upon mine.
"Well, you've been out late," I said, pressing my lips against his once more. "I miss you," I whispered.
"I'm so sorry, Aria. How about tomorrow, we do something, just the two of us. And then maybe a movie night with Clara," he asked, smiling and pulled me closer.
"I'd love that," I said, yawning, and soon drifted back off to sleep.
The next morning, I was still in bed sleeping, when a felt a bouncing on the matress.
"Mommy! I've come to say goodbye! Daddy's bringing me to Marie's," said Clara, attacking me with a hug, when she saw my eyes flutter open.
"Alright, sweetheart," I said drowsily, rubbing my eyes and sitting back up. Ezra came over to my side, and pecked me on the lips.
"I'll see you in a bit. Get ready; we're going to a couples cooking class," he said smiling.
"Ezra Fitz-," I began to say, but was silenced by a kiss. "Fine," I said pouting. "I'll see you later. Love you!"
"You too," he said, gathering Clara into his arms, and left the room. I could hear the front door close, and I lazily rolled out of bed, glancing at the clock. Holy crap! It was near to 1 in the afternoon. Alright, I'm pretty sure I'm sick. There's now way my back could hurt that much at times, and then I slept for 10 hours. Maybe I had the flu?
I took a shower, which seemed to me make the aching go away, and the scent from my shampoo calmed my nerves. I dressed quickly, choosing a simple pair of jeans, a tee shirt, black cardigan, high boots, and a little fedora to top it all off, and sat again on the bed to read my book.
Ezra came home quickly, and kissed my temple, causing me to jump.
"Oh god," I said, putting a hand over my chest. "Crap, don't do that."
"Well, hello to you too," said Ezra, pecking me on the lips. "You ready to go? Our class starts at two, and it's 1:30."
"Sure, just let me get my bag, and we'll be on our way," I said, picking up an oversized purse, and grabbed his head.
"Shall we?"
"We shall."
"So, what made you choose a cooking class for today," I asked Ezra as we walked down the street, hand in hand. It was an odd notion on his part; back in Rosewood, he hated cooking. Now he tolerated it, as he had improved skill-wise, but the idea was strange.
"Because," he said placing a kiss onto my lips. "I thought it would be nice that maybe at least once, I could cook a decent dinner for my family, without my wife's help."
"Ezra, I'm not your wife," I said giggling.
"Not yet," he replied, and I leaned up on tippy toe to pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. I'd never noticed it, but it felt even more amazing to kiss in right in the middle of a crowded street, for obvious reasons.
"Here we are," said Ezra with a sweep of his hand. We were standing in the front of a French cafe "Sur La Rue". (I promise, any French, unless Aria translates it, will be on the bottom) Outside, there was a dainty wrought iron fence, decorated with ivy. There stood little tables in the perimeter of the gates, and the inside of the cafe was no less adorable. Ezra went up the cashier, to ask where the cooking class was taking place.
"Right this way, and through the back door," said the cashier, a boy who looked to be about 19, said boredly. He looked up from the phone he had been texting on, his eyes practically bulging when they say me.
"So" he said, trying to sound smooth. "Anything you'd like? Maybe my number?"
I could see Ezra's fight curl up into little balls, and he cleared his throught roughly.
"I'm sorry," I said placing a hand on Ezra's back. "But my husband and I have to get to the cooking class. Isn't that right, honey?" Ezra's tension was relieved as he took my hand and led me to the cooking class room.
"Husband, eh? I thought we weren't married yet," he taunted.
"Well, I wasn't exactly in the mood for some college frat boy hitting on me," I said as we found our way into the classroom, and took a seat at an open counter. Once we were settled, I remembered something that I had been meaning to speak to Ezra about for awhile.
"Ezra," I said fiddling with the little salt shaker in front of us. "We have to talk about Clara's adoption."
"We do, but this isn't exactly the right-," he began, but was cut off the woman standing in front of the room, with the bright red bobbed hair.
"Bonjour my friends," said the woman with a thick French accent. "Je m'apelle Madame Cecile!"
"What did she say," said Ezra leaning over. "You're the one who speaks fluent French."
"She said her name is Madame Cecile," I whispered back. "Shh...pay attention Mr. I Want to Cook Dinner for My Family."
"Today, we will be making un Fondant de Chocolat. Zis eez a tie-nee chocolate cake, wiz a lava filling. C'est tres bonne!"
"So all I think I could pick up from that was that we're making a good chocolate cake. Right," asked Ezra with an adorable look on his face.
"Yup," I said leaning in to quickly brush his lips with mine.
"Monsuier and Madamoiselle! I know ziz eez a class for couples, but pleez refrain from showing it," said Madame Cecile, with her hands on her hips.
"Someone's bitter," I whispered to Ezra, causing him to chuckled.
"Now zats zat been take-en care of, let uz begin," said Madame with the clap of her hands.
Madame had shown us a few basic cooking skills, and handed out recipes, allowing us the venture off on our own. Madame was now pacing around the room, watching us all as we cooked.
"Qu'est-ce? Vous hachée trop grand," we heard her exclaim from across the room. She was looking in horror at a young blonde haired woman who was holding up a large piece of what was supposed to smally chopped chocolate.
"What did she say," asked Ezra, who I had made in charge of measuring ingredients, while I cut up the chocolate.
"She's horrified that that poor girl cut her chocolate in too big of pieces," I said, giggling.
"Don't laugh at the unfortunate who can't cook," she Ezra in a mock offended tone.
"Sorry, Mr. Fitz."
We had now began to measure out the flour, which Ezra had begged me to let him do, since I hadn't let him do pretty much else.
"You know," he said dipping his finger into the flour bag, "You'd look pretty cute with some of this on your nose," he finished, dabbing the small bit of flour onto the tip.
"Did you really just do that," I asked.
"I think I did."
"It on," I said taking a pinch of flour, and blowed on it, causing a huge mass of flour to land on Ezra's face. He wiped it off, and we began an all out flour way, until our laughter was interrupted by a shrill voice.
"Cessez de jeter de la farine à l'autre et continuer votre cuisine," said an angry looking Madame Cecile.
"Je suis désolé Madame. Il ne se reproduira pas. Je vous promets," I replied with the accent and all. Madame seemed please with my knowledge on the language and waved off her issue with Ezra and I immediately.
"I love you," said Ezra, kissing me full on the lips, and this time, we weren't disturbed.
Several hours later, after a fantastic Italian take out dinner, Clara, Ezra, and I laid on the couch; me laying against Ezra's chest and Clara sitting in my lap, while Ezra's arms crossed around my waist. We had just begun watching "The Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea" per Clara's request. Personally, Disney should have never attempted to create a sequel to such an iconic movie, but c'est la vie!
We had just gotten to the part where Ariel takes her baby out of the crib, when Clara spoke up.
"Mommy, Daddy? I know what I want for Christmas! A baby sister!" Her remark caused me to choke on the water I was sipping. I gave Ezra a 'what should we do?' glance, and he took it away.
"I'm sorry, honey. But I don't think that's going to be able to happen."
"Why not," said Clara, pouting out her bottom lip.
"Because sweetheart," I said. "Things like babies take a lot of time. Your sister couldn't possibly be here in 3 weeks."
"But, all you have to do is wish for a baby, and then the stork brings it the next day," whined Clara. Ezra laughed at her comment.
"That's not exactly how it works, Baby."
"Then how does it," she inquired.
"We'll tell you when you're older," I said, saving Ezra and I from giving our 5 year old the sex talk, and closing off the conversation. "Is there, anything else you'd like, though?"
"No," she pouted, and diverted her attention back to the movie.
Clara had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, so Ezra and I had brought her upstairs and put her to bed. We went back downstairs and settled on the couch, turning off the movie, and turning on some horrible TV reality show. Not that we were paying attention anyway.
I had laid down on top of Ezra, lightly kissing his neck and collarbone. His arms twined around my waist, and his lips caught mine, in a firey lust filled kiss. He flipped us over, so he was on top of me, and his hands start to caress each part of my body, causing me to moan. My lips eventually found his again, and in the middle of our kiss, I felt his hands go underneath my tee-shirt and fiddle with the clasp on my bra, eventually unsnapping it. I slid my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his chest, and slipped the cotton garment over his head.
"Not here," he moaned against my lips. "Upstairs." He lifted me up in his arms, bridal styled and carried me upstairs, but by the time we had reached our bedroom door, practically all of our clothes were shed. He set me down, not breaking the current kiss we were locked in, and opened the door, leading us inside, and slammed it shut.
"Come here, you," he said taking my hand and started pressing kisses everywhere, leaving my lips for last. I couldn't stand the anticipation, and finally pushed him onto the bed, and attacked his lips fiercely with my own, and we continued from there.
Be happy, I've just given you guys some major fluff! Things are going to be pretty shocking and epic for the next few chapters...I just need to figure out a way to transition it all lol
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The French exchange by aria and the teacher goes like this (yes, i speak french)
madame: stop throwing flour at each other and get back to your cooking!
aria: sorry madame. it won't happen again. i promise
love always,
.soprano.