A/N: Chapter Four guys ! Enjoy

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Four

Being back in my classroom was actually a great feeling, I never suspected that I would have missed this place that much. Sitting behind my desk, getting over my lesson plan one last time for my first period senior AP English, I wondered if some of my students would be missing due to the fact that some of the boys were already eighteen when the war begun, I was mindlessly hoping that no one would be missing. Those boys are way too young to handle themselves in a war situation, plus they are just starting their life, no one should take their teenage years away from them not even a cold blooded war. The first bell took me out of my thoughts and students started to come through the door. I could see in their eyes that they were surprised to see me sitting behind the desk after being gone for three month. Some of them smiled at me and told me that they were happy to see me again while passing by me making their way to their desks.

Once everyone was ready, I stood up so we could start today's classes. " Hello everyone, I know that I haven't been in standing in front of you in a long time and I feel kind of bad for letting all of you down during the last three months but now that I am back, I don't planning on going anywhere. I saw that you just finished reading "To kill a Mocking Bird" with my substitute, so I figured that it would be the perfect time to start over with a new novel. I hope you are all going to be excited by this book, I must admit that it is one of my favorite so I hope you are going to love it as much as I did the first time I read it. So maybe I should tell you which one it is, shouldn't I?" The class laughed at my excitement, "So we are going to read and study 'A Midsummer Night Dream' by the one and only William Shakespeare". I could see some of my student eye sparkling at the mention of Shakespeare but some other looked at me with some lost kind of look. I guessed that those had never heard of this book before which made me smile. "So who is going to impress me by telling me that they have already read it?" I was waiting for Thibault one of my brightest student to raise is hand, but no hand were raising. That's when I realized that Thibault wasn't sitting at the desk he usually sat at before I left., his desk was empty. "Do any of you know where Thibault is? It's not like him to be late" I asked my class trying not to think about the possibility of him being in Europe. "He left school to enroll in the army one or two weeks after you left Mrs. Fitz". My eyes were filled with tears in a second, how could the government let man this young left for war? They are just children for crying out loud. I breathed slowly and thanked the girl who had just answered my question. "Ok, so no one read it before, a bit disappointed but I guess that Shakespeare isn't exactly your week end lecture priorities this days! So if no one read it before, we should get started!"

Ezra's POV

Three month, three short moth and yet it's feels like I have been gone for three years. I miss Aria, my sweet Aria so much more every day. Me and Hardy are currently based in Berlin with the rest of our unit. We have moved from four base during the last three month. The first week after landing they stayed in France so they could get to basic military training such as learning how to fire a gun to the rules of camouflage and so on. That week was rough but at least they were safe from the war that was going on not even 30 miles away from where they were staying. Ezra was grateful and relieved when he learned that Hardy had been assigned to the same unit as him. Being away from Aria was already hard enough he could afford to be separated from Hardy too. Hardy was making sure that Ezra was safe just like Ezra was doing for him. They were both thankful not to be alone in this cold blooded war. After spending a week in the training "camp", they were both send North Germany were the Russian were planning on attacking. Within the next two days, Hardy and him were in the front line combat against the Russians and their allies. Every time a men was falling down on the floor, Ezra was wondering if all of this was really worth it. Ezra wasn't a violent person, the idea of killing men like him trying to defend their country was a really though thing for him, but he soon realized that if he didn't kill those men he would be the next men going down on the cold hard ground. He couldn't die, he couldn't left Aria alone, he promised her he would come home and he was going to honor that promise.

During those three month ever Friday Ezra was longing for the Mail delivery plane, and every single one of those Friday is heart broke a little bit more realizing that there was once again no mail for him. Aria hadn't write to him once since he left her for this war. He knew that his decision had been really hard on both of them and probably more on Aria since she was the one left behind. He was hoping that she would write even if it was only to say that she was ok. Every week he hoped that his name would be on one of the envelope but every time he was a little bit more disappointed. But he knew that Aria would eventually write, he knew deep down that she needed some time to accept the fact that he was gone and risking his life every day. But in the end he knew that Aria understood his decision, she just needed some time.

Today was Friday and Ezra was trying not to get is hope up since he knew that there would probably be no letter addressed to him. He was laying on is camp bed when he saw Hardy coming towards him with a white envelope in his hand. Ezra immediately assumed that the letter was for him even if he couldn't really thought of someone who would be sending him letter. Hardy sat on the edge of Ezra's bed with some kind of weird smile on his face. He sat down but didn't rip the envelop open like Ezra would have expected him to do.

"What are you waiting for to open you mail Hardy?" Ezra asked not even bothering to get out of his laying position

"Well I would gladly open it but I am pretty sure that a certain Lady would be mad at me if were to know that" Hardy replied with playing tone

"What are you talking about?"

"Well from the smell of the letter and the fact that your name is written on the envelope I would assume that that letter is from your wife you idiot" Hardy replied laughing

"What? – Ezra suddenly stood up and grabbed the letter from Hardy's hand- She wrote to me, for real. Oh my god Hardy, she wrote to me"

"Well it took her some time but yes it looks like she finally wrote you a letter. I'll give you some time alone" Hardy stood up and made his way towards the door, but while Ezra could still hear him he said one last thing "I hope she mentioned me in your letter" which made Ezra laughed.

So here he was sitting on his army bed in Berlin, in the middle of a ragging war but suddenly nothing apart from the letter he had between his hand seemed to matter to him. His hands were shaking and his heart beat was going faster and faster. What if she had took this long to write because she had moved on and didn't have the courage to tell him. What if something had happened to her. Ezra quickly shook those thoughts out of his head and carefully opened the letter.

Dear Ezra,

He was already crying, only after reading his name, he took a deep breath and continued the letter.

I am deeply sorry for being such a terrible wife, I know that when we talk about you being away, I told that not a week would go by without a letter from me. And yet here we are three month after you climbed on that plane and this is my first letter. Actually this is not the first one, it's only the first that I could complete without falling apart.

I keep calling the "army office" and they keep hanging up on me declaring that they can't give away information concerning soldiers. I don't even know if you are still alive but this huge part of my heart knows that you still are. I want to believe and I somehow feel that you are still alive.

Well he knew what he was going to do after reading this, he would go see his superior and tell him his toughs on this no information to civil bullshit.

How are you? Don't spare me any feelings by telling me that you are fine, that the war isn't as bad as I think it is. That you don't go that often in combats, that you never were on the edge of getting killed. I want to know the truth, I wasn't sure I could handle it before but know I know that I am ready. You are my soul mate and I need to know what you are going though so I can help you get through this rough time.

I miss you a little bit more every day, but I also know that with every day that passes by, that I am one day closer to kiss you again, that you are one day closer to coming home to me.

How is Hardy? I really do hope that he is ok too, that you two are helping each other during this horrible time. I pray for you two every day, I beg whoever is up there to spare you from this useless, unworthy war. Tell Hardy that even though sometimes I think he is a pain in the ass, I love him very much and I do really, really hope that he will be by your side when you get off that plane when all of this is over.

Well there, Hardy would be happy to read that Aria was thinking about him. Other men would have been jealous but not him, Hardy was his best friend and Aria's one. He was family and he was glad that Hardy was part of their life.

Ezra, my sweet Ezra, the real reason why I am writing this letter in the first is because I need to tell you something. I have been trying to tell you this for the past three month. Since the day that I found out I was debating with myself either to tell you or not. This news is so important to my heart and I hope that you will feel the same kind of happiness and excitement that I experienced when I found out. I tried to talk myself out of telling you because I don't want you to worry about me or get distracted being scared or stressed for me when all I want you to do if focused on staying alive and keeping you and Hardy safe.

Ezra stopped his reading, his hands were shaking. What could possibly be this news she was so afraid to tell him? She was leaving him, being alone back at home was probably too much for her. He wasn't ready to lose her, he couldn't go through this war if Aria was to leave him. He took the letter back in his hand and pray that the next lines weren't going to be a goodbye.

When you will get back home, I won't be the only person waiting for you. Unless you come back before May and then you will be there to witness and help me welcome your son or daughter into this world. Yes, I am three month pregnant. I won't lie and tell you that I am not scared and worried about being pregnant without you by my side but I couldn't be more happy about this. This baby was made out of love and I already love him/her so much that it hurts not being able to share it with you. Don't worry, I am not leaving you out of this pregnancy, our baby gets to hear stories about you every single ever since I found out about it.

Ezra had to read the last part twice to see if his eyes weren't playing a trick on him. Aria was pregnant… He was going to be a father… He felt like screaming and jumping but he stayed seated and tears rolled down his cheeks, for the first time in the past three moth, he as genuinely happy.

I miss you so much that it hurts but I know that you are going to come back to me. Until then know that I love you more than life itself. Stay safe, fight for your life and before we know it you will be back home with me and our child. Je t'aime.

Your Aria.

In this moment Ezra knew that he couldn't love Aria more than he was loving her, she was amazing and she would never stop to amaze him. But quickly he realized that she was going to go through this pregnancy alone and suddenly he wasn't happy anymore, he was mad, mad at the war, mad at the world for taking him away from his wife and taking him away from experiencing the most amazing thing in this world, the happiness of the news of becoming a father that he couldn't have shared with the love of his life.

So I am so sorry for taking this long to write and post this chapter :/ To be honest I kinda had a major writer block for a while but I think it's over now! And also I was absent for the last weeks because my grandfather passed away a couple of weeks ago and it has been a hard time for me and my family so my mind wasn't really on writing this story :/ But I am back now and I am going to try updating more often You can still tell me if you would prefer a baby boy or a baby girl, I haven't made my mind up yet! For the moment this is what you want:

Baby Boy: 8

Baby Girl: 14

I'll choose the one that gets the more vote!

So what are your thoughts on this chapter? I really hope you are still interested in my story and that you are enjoying it! It always means the world to me when I read you reviews so please keep doing so

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Eléonore