You'd think that after as long as I have been writing, I'd work my way through a honeymoon chapter, no problem. Haha, funny right? You guys have really high expectations and I fought to meet them in the next chapter. When I mean fought, I mean it. I stayed up, just using my iPod light to see what I was writing in my notebook. So, hopefully, I can get through this chapter without having any problems from you guys and how it's really fluffy. Like you guys would ever complain about the fluffiness in my story. Haha, what was I thinking? By the way, I am dropping the POV thing, cause I can just work through both POVs easily, without having to indicate. So, yeah. A lot easier on all of us.

Bare with the Italian speaking. I am not Italian, at all whatsoever, but I have always thought the language is absolutely beautiful.

Ezra carries Aria into the very light hotel room, wedding style, ignoring the two valiets clutching their suitcases, waiting at the door way. Aria, being the Itlian one of the two of them, turns to the two men and gently states, "Grazie, signori." The two men nod and close the door behind them after gently placing the suitcases on the ground.

Aria, kicking her feet and arms twined around her husband's neck, her ear against the open flap of his half-unbuttoned shirt, gazes around the room and suprisingly looks at him with a raised eyebrow,"Two single twin beds, Ezra? Really?" She's right. Two beds sit paralell to one another, one close to the balcony door and the other facing the window.

Ezra plops down on the one nearest to the window and she crawls comfratablely onto his lap, raising an eyebrow, "We're going to spend the next two weeks together in one of these tiny heds."

He kisses her neck before climbing out from under her and pushing the bed he had been sitting on to the bed by the balcony, making the two beds into one, "There. Aria, it doesn't really matter what we sleep in. I mean, as long as your sleeping beside me, I don't care if I'm in a king size bed or a cardboard box." She giggles and pulls him back down beside her on the beds, pressing her lips against his. Ezra holds Aria's face, cradling her head gently with his fingerips, keeping her lips to his.

Aria breaks from him, "So are you ready for a little Italian experience, little Greek boy?"

Ezra thinks for a moment,"What are we talking about here?"

"Meet me at the hotel pool at midnight for a swim."

"Is the same bikini from our getaway weekend involved?"

She smiles mischeviously,"I have something a little bit better than that for you, Ezra." She backs away towards the balcony, pulling him with her by his belt. Ezra's smile is wide as he presses his body against hers, leaning her against the railing and kisses her passionately. She unbottons the rest of his shirt and he gently slips out of it, lips not parting from his wife's. Finally, when Aria pulls away from him, she turns and looks at the view from the height they are at, marveling at the ancient city of Rome. Ezra presses himself against her back, chin on her shoulder, arms tight around her waist.

He kisses her neck,"I love you, ."

She blushes and turns her face towards his, "I love you, too."

Ezra smiles again and presses his lips against hers. This time neither of them breaks away. Aria pushes him back into the hotel room and plops him on the bed, lips still locked with his.

Just when Ezra is about to take the kissing up a notch, Aria breaks from him and shakes her head, "I told you. Not until tonight. After our midnight swim." He sighs and gives her an annoyed look. She smacks him on his knee, "If you can wait almost three years, Ez, I'm sure you can wait a few hours."

He sighs once more, rubbing his wife's back, leaning against her, a half smile playing on his lips, "I guess I can wait that long. What do you want to do until then?"

She thinks for a moment and then her face brightens,"Well, Romeo, we're in the home of Shakespehere."

He rolls his eyes, "What are saying, Juliet?"

She pushes his curly bangs out of his eyes, "Let's go and make a Fitz mark on Rome." She kisses him quickly and hurries out of the hotel room. He follows, thinking, What kind of crazy girl did I marry?

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"I can't believe she's making me do this." Ezra mutters to himself as he gazes up at Aria, who is standing in a low balcony just outside the hotel's second story pool. Her white dress is blowing in the light ocean breeze, "Are we really reinacting this Romeo and Juliet scene."

Aria laughs down at him, "Come on, Ezra! I prmose you'll be able to pick tommorow's activity and I won't complain at all if you choose to keep my locked in the hotel room the entire day."

He rolls his eyes, "My mind has a lot of other stuff on my mind besides that, Aria."

She giggles again, "Okay! I believe you! Can we just reinact this, please? It's like been one of my favorite R+J scenes of all time! And since your my Romeo, only you can make me happy doing it."

"Anything to make you happy and fullfill your dreams, sweetheart, you know I'll do."

She calls out, "Ezra, oh Ezra. Where is my Ezra?"

Ezra calls backs, "Fair maiden, I am right here. Let down the rope, so I may climb up to the royal balcony and lay a kiss upon your rosemary lips." This is probably weirder than the time she made me put a bag on my head for our first picture together as a couple. Aria lets down the bedsheet, which is rolled up to be a rope and luckoly, since Ezra had excelled in PE as a high school and has kept in shape the years following graduation, climbing the makeshift rope is almost effortless as he makes way up to his wife, who is waiting for him to climb over the marble railing and press her lips against his.

After easily heaving himself up the rope and over the railing, Ezra straightens his shirt and clears his throat,"My young wife, may I lay a kiss upon your lips-?"

Her lips mash against his before he can finish his line, Their tounges explore one anothers mouths and Aria puts her fingers on the hem of his shirt, pulling it over Ezra's head, letting it fall to the cement floor of the balcony, lips still locked in the kiss.

Ezra scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the balcony's sofa, still kissing her. He plops down, allowing Aria to climb on top of him, on his bare chest, pressing tightly against him. Aria gives one last kiss before climbing off of him, allowing him to sit up before cudddling up beside himm watching the sunset. She leans her chin up and Ezra presses his lips against her forehead before laying his head against hers, whispering,"Happiness, there outside my window..."

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Ezra rubs the back of his neck, a habit that Aria wants him to tarnish quickly, since it's obvious when he does it, he's nervous and uncomfratable, which he is, since he's in a hotel's pool water, in just boardshorts, at midnight, waiting for his wife to meet him there.

Meanwhile, he looks around at the beautiful landscape surrounding him. The pool is made of pretty much of what the rest of Rome is made of: Marble. The fountain flows into the hollowed cement and at midnight the moonlight filters in from the couple of sunroofs in the ceiling, making it the most beautiful landscape Ezra has ever seen in his life.

A flash of movement catches Ezra's eye and he soon sees Aria on top of the fountain in her white robe. He smiles up at her, "Are you going to come in or I do I have to use my ways of persuasion on you again?"

She grins and looks down at him sheepishly, "Let me make my grand entrance, Ezra. I've been planning this for a long time, for you and I." She unties the robe and lets it fall to the marble ground under her feet. Ezra hears his heartbeat pounding in his ears as she dives into the moonlit water, in the white bikini, the moonlight catching her skin perfectly. Her husband goes where she srufaces and takes her into his arms, kissing her tenderly, hearing the water flowing behind them, and dragging her out into where there is a small, hollow cave behind the fountain's small waterfall, which encloses them. Aria climbs up in the Ezra o stretch up in the light blue water and press his lips against hers.

He breathes, "This is perfect, Aria. Just me and you. Nothing in our way."

Aria pushes his wet hair out of his eyes,smiling,"Nothing ever was. It always has been just you and me. Now we have the three of us." She rubs her free hand across her stomach, her smile growing wider, "I love you, Ezra David Fitz."

Ezra leans against the rocks, gazinf up at her, love shining in his beautiful blue eyes, "As I love you, Aria Grace Montgomery Fitz." She strokes his cheek before tenderly kissing him. He,without breaking the moment, climbs up beside her, hands cradling her face, holding her there. She twines her arms around his neck, knotting her fingers in his hair, clinging to his very muscular body.

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Somehow, Ezra and Aria had made their way back to their hotel room and Aria wakes up beside her husband, his lips on her neck, still fast asleep. She shivers as his heavy,musky breath meets her skin. She smiles, placing her hand on his, which is sitting on her hip. His warm chuckles warm the air and she can't help but silently giggle along with him. Finally, she feels him stir and she picks her head up, turns over, and meets his blue eyed gaze, "Hey, cutie."

Ezra smiles back, white teeth flashing,"Good morning beautiful. How did you sleep?"

She kisses his nose, "Wonderfully. How about you?"

His hand moves up her body and strokes her face,his grin widening,"With you beside me, I always sleep like a baby. Oops." His eyes flash to Aria's stomach and he gently kisses it, "Sorry, kiddo. Daddy didn't mean that."

Aria rolls her eyes, "Ezra, your such a dork." He shrugs and kisses her, his hand holding the back of her head to keep her in the embrace. He ends the kiss a moment later.

"So it's my turn to choose the actitvity of the day?"

Aria plays with his curly bangs, sticking up in ever direction where he had slept on them, "That was the plan."

He smiles mischeviously and reaches over onto the floor to reach into his jeans back pocket and grab his wallet. He flips it open and fetches two tickets out, waving them in her face, "The reason why we're here starts today. You know, the art and lit festival in the main courtyard of Rome."

Aria smiles, "Then after today's main activity, can we go sightseeing. PREEEEEETTTTY PLEEEEEEASE?"

He chuckles at her weak attempt to beg,"Of course. After all, we promised all of our families pictures and your girlfriends did want t-shirts."

Aria kisses his chest and sits up, picking up her white robe when the carpet and slips it on before hurrying into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Just as Ezra slips out of the sheets, he hears a voice from behind the bathroom door, "Oh, Ezra? Do you want to come join me and your baby for a shower?"

He runs to the bathroom door, knocking on the door before entering, smiling as he takes his wife, only in her white bikini from last nighr. He scoops her up in his arms and carries her behind the shower cutrain. She laughs, not fighting him and turns on the water and after a moment, the cool water pouring over them. Aria squirts the shampoo unto her hair and then lathers it over her husband's head gently with her hands. She can't help but smile as the water soaks through his white tank shirt, clinging to his well-developed muscle in his muscular chest and stomach. Ezra notices her checking him out and he grins back at her, "Do you want to take a picture?"

"Already have, Ez. This image of you all wet and soapy is forever burned into my brain."

He rolls his blue eyes, "Why am I not suprised?" he kisses her, ignoring the shampoo running down both of their faces, tracing his tounge over the roof of her mouth. This time, the kiss is not ended just after a few moments. His hands moving in her back, lips moving around hers, Ezra keeps his wife in the kiss, though she's involved with the embrace as much as he is, her fingers knotted in his blackish-brown hair, oozing soap.

Finally, when they both need breath, they reluctantly pull away from one another, only for Ezra to press his lips against her neck, making her giggle, "Ezra...we have to get moving. We don't want to miss today's part of the festival, do we?"

He pulls away from her, with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Your right." He gestures down at his soaked white tank top,"Might as well just take this off."

Aria stops his hands from pulling it over his head, "Let me do it, Ezra." He looks at her, rasing an eyebrow in a "Really?" look, but nods. Aria's fingers grab the hem of his tank, slowly tugging the soaked cottom shirt over his head, leaving her husband bare-backed and wet.

Ezra shakes out his hair as they step out of the shower,"I feel like a wet dog."

She laughs, squeezing out the white top,"Well, I guess your my little Snoopy then."

"Okay. Then that makes you my Charlie Brown." He gives a little "Ruff" before drawing his tounge over Aria's cheek.

"Ew! Ezra! That didn't mean give me puppy kisses on my face! What's wrong with you!" She glares at her husband, who is cracking up, laughing, his face red and she can't help but laugh with him before wiping her cheek with the back of her hand.

After containing himself, Ezra seriously crosses his arms across his bare and wet chest (won't see me complaining that's for sure.),"Maybe I should get you a puppy then. Maybe a beagle, perhaps?"

She looks at him, confused at this sudden idea,"I've always wanted a dog, but Mike is allergic to their fur, the little tird."

"What kind of puppy and when we get home, we can go and pick one out?"

Aria shakes her head, "We will have enough responsiblity with the baby. We don't need a puppy, too."

Ezra takes his wife into his arms, laying his hand tenderly on her stomach, kissing her neck, "How about when we get back to Rosewood, I take you to the closest animal shelter I can find and you can pick out your puppy."

Aria takes his hand and kisses it, "Obviously, you were ignoring me a second ago. Fine, we can get a puppy and I promise you that you'll be in charge of taking care of him."

Ezra laughs and shakes his head, "And we can name him Snoopy, in memory of our little promise here in Italy."

His wife grins, "Shall we seal this pact with a kiss, Romeo?"

"Wouldn't expect anything else, my beautiful Juliet." He presses his lips against hers before pulling out his comb, "Time for me to practice my braiding."

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Aria winces as the roots in her hair ache as she tries to unknot the thick strands. Ezra looks on apologectically, "Again, I am so so sorry about totally screwing up your hair like I did." He sighs, bowing his head, looking disappointed in himself for not being able to braid his own wife's hair and for hurting her in the process. (I love you, Ezra, but now would be a good time to say it: EPIC FAIL)

Her heart drops at the sight of him so distraught and she taps his chin so their gazes can meet, "Hey. Ezra, seriously, look at me." He slowly raises his eyes, which are filled with a deep sadness, "I can teach you how to braid. You just need to practice. Don't be so sad. It's not like you have a younger sister that you could practice your hair braiding skills on."

He slowly smiles warmly at her and smooths out a piece of her hair as gently as he can, "Your not going to let me near our daughter's hair, are you?"

"Not if I can help it."

He takes her hand and leads her out of the elevator. An older couple watches them as they make their way out of the revolving door and into the front lobby.

The woman smiles, "They are just like us when we were at that age, aren't they, Harry?"

The man, Harry, wraps a shaky arm around his wife, kissing her cheek, "I agree, Marie. Hey, you two!" He calls out at Ezra and Aria, who stop in their tracks at the man's heavy Italian accented voice rings off the walls and they turn to him and his wife, "Where are you two headed?"

Ezra looks at Aria and just shrigs, "Well, sir, we're going to the lit and art festival in the main courtyard."

"Ah, I remember that last year. Great fun indeed." His hand shoots out, "Harry Mancini. This is my wife, Marie."

Aria shakes the older man's hand, "I'm Aria and my companion here is Ezra." She feels Ezra tense beside her as Henry kisses the top of her hand, a gesture of greetings. When the older man turns to Ezra, he kisses both of his cheeks, something the English teacher is not used to, though he had seen it before; in the airport the previous morning. Aria grins at the sight of Ezra's expression. Harry pulls away, chcukling, "Oh, you silly American man. So jumpy by a simple gesture."

Aria's shaky husband chuckles along with him very nervously, "Yeah...well..."

Harry pulls his wife to her feet beside him and Ezra catches on, kissing the top of her hand. She smiles and is about to sit back down when Harry exclaims loudly, "If you two want to meet at the fountain on the hotel's 2nd floor, my wife and I will show you a real good Italian experience. Oh, ha fame.(Means, "Oh, I'm hungry")" He turns to Marie again, "Pensi che il pranzo รจ ancora qui?" ("Do you think lunchtime is here yet?") Marie shrugs and Harry rubs his belly, "My father always said that there is no better food in Rome than here in this hotel. I've never messed with the food, not once, since coming to ownership of Marriott Grand Hotel Flora. I would never want to tarnish the legendary food that my father worked so hard to achieve in obtaining."

Aria raises her eyebrows in obvious shock and suprise, "You-Your family owns this hotel?"

The hyper Italian man nods, "We do. And if you two ever need anything during your stay here, just tell the front desk to get me and I will take care of it. You have my word."

Ezra nods in gratitude,"Thank you, Mr. Mancini. You really don't need to-"

"I want to, son. And please call me Harry. Mr. Mancini was my father." He leans foward to whisper something in his ear and the younger man's eyes brighten. Harry laughs and slaps his new friend's shoulder,"She'll love it, I promise you. I took Marie there on our anniversary on the fourth."

Aria tips her head to the side in confusion,"What are you boys whispering about?"

Marie is about to speak up but Harry cuts her off, "No Marie. Let Ezra take her there and we'll see what she thinks about it later."

Marie gives her husband an annoyed look but nods, turning to Aria with a wide smile, "No, he's right, una giovane(young one). You'll love il vostro marito (your husband's) suprise."

Ezra takes his wife's hand, kissing her engagement ring that is sitting right above her wedding band, which he had specially made and she reads the engraving yet again You will forever and always be my one and only B-26."I really appreciate the idea, Harry. Thank you."

Harry laughs again, a rumble deep in his broad chest, "I'll go and make the reservations. I need some of that spaghetti anyway. Coming, Marie?" He clasps his wife's hand and leads her behind the front desk, disappearing behind a heavy wooden door.

Aria looks up at her husband and he gazes back with a mischevious smile on his lips, "Your not going to tell me where your taking me tonight, are you?"

Ezra kisses her hair, "Your going to thank Harry and Marie later for sharing this with me."

She rolls her eyes, smacking his chest and then after a moment, presses her lips against her husband's and he chcukles, trying to free himself, "Aria...Aria, it's not going to work." He gently pushes her away.

Aria turns from him, pulling him along by his hand entwined with hers, "Fine, but if you think that I am going to stop with my own ways of persusasrion, then, honey, you don't really know me at all."

At the hotel front steps, Aria pulls Ezra into her just as he starts to step down, mashing her lips against his in a fiery and passionate kiss. He kisses her back of course, but when he feels her trying to pickpocket him and get the card that Harry had slipped into his back jeans pocket, he pulls away, holding her wrist, "Your not going to know until we're there and you can thank me, Harry, and Marie later for wanting to keep you in the dark until tonight. Now let's go get you and the baby some breakfast."

Aria rolls her eyes, "You've been spending way too much time with Toby and Mike. Your becoming just as stubborn as they are. I miss my pushover of a husband." She's finished trying to change his mind, though her mind is running and forming a mischevious plan to trick him. Oh yes. Mrs Aria Montgomery Fitz has quite the plan up her sleeve.

Phew! I seriously thought Chapter 37 would never end. I spent over a week writing it and now I am so happy that it took as long as it did because I really believe that it is my best yet. I have broken my record of 3227 words and into the 4000-4800 range. I am so happy that this story has come as far as it has and its mostly because I have as amazing readers as you guys. Don't forget to review and share your ideas with me, because I really take them into consideration and then sometimes I can work them into the story. Part 2 is already halfway done, though it was supposed to be an entire chapter but it was just way too long for me to type out. So, I will have Part 2 up very soon. So review and I hope to see you guys back here soon! Love ya'll!