Thank you for all the reviews! There were a lot more than the last chapter, so I'm taking it that you're liking the direction I'm taking it so far. I'm really enjoying the ideas I have and as I said, I feel like this could be the next "Reunited" of sorts.

One reviewer asked about Emily, and don't worry; she'll be coming into play later on in the story. I don't really have much left to say, so I'm going to start! Please review.

This chapter isn't as long as I would've liked, but I felt I had to end it where I did.

Days passed since Ezra had been pushed and locked out of Aria's apartment. Soon, those few days passed into a week. Four weeks passed, which quickly turned into a month. Both of them ached to interact with one another, but there was an unspoken and brick-like wall built up between them. Aria hated having to push Ezra away, but it was the only thing she could think of doing at the moment. She wasn't ready to face him. Especially since overwhelming feelings for him had begun to flicker on.

Ezra was, plainly stated, confused. There didn't seem to be a logical reason for why Aria would ignore him this long. She'd gone to an extreme, not even coming out for the annual monthly game night, which had been her idea in the first place. Even when Ezra stopped by to talk to Wren and Spencer and have a drink after work, Aria holed up in her room, passing it off to Spencer as a headache.

Her friends were beginning to pick up on her behavior as well. It perplexed Spencer, who had learned of their petty argument that one afternoon, that Aria hadn't forgiven him yet. Wren tried to console Ezra because the man was clearly heartbroken. Over what, he wasn't sure; Ezra wouldn't say a thing about what gone down with Aria. Hanna also found it strange that Aria refused to see him and was somewhat disheartened. She had thought her wise words would've worked in pushing them together.

Aria wondered how her blonde friend would react if she really knew what had happened and was the reason why she was pushing Ezra to the farthest corners of her life.

The small brunette was spending that Saturday afternoon in her room, as always. She hadn't been feeling well lately. Spencer thought it was the flu. Hanna thought it was stress. Whatever it was, was making Aria sick to her stomach. The previous night, she'd thrown up her dinner and this morning her breakfast. Her head ached with a vengeance and Aria hadn't ever felt this tired before.

It must have been the stress she'd been dealing with that was pushing her monthly cycle off course too. It had happened in high school during the SATS where Aria didn't have her period for a month until after the standardize testing was over.

At least, that's what Aria hoped and wished for. Her stomach twisted and she bolted to the bathroom. Aria heaved, but luckily, nothing came up except for a clammy sweat that broke out on her forehead. Needless to say, she felt like crap. With her cheek pressed against the porcelain of the toilet, Aria closed her eyes and wished for it all to go away.

And by all, she meant everything. Everything with Ezra and everything going on inside her body included the feelings that were stirring up for him. Enough was enough; Aria was done.

Spencer, who had heard her dry retching from the living room where she'd been reading a book, came rushing in. Aria looked green and queasy. Biting her lip, Spencer bent down and laid Aria's head in her lap. She stroked her mussed curls, trying to relax her friend.

"What's going on, Aria," Spencer asked worriedly. "You're never this sick."

"I—I don't know, Spencer," Aria said weakly, pressing a hand against her forehead to wipe off a sheen of sweat. "On day I'm fine, the next I'm exhausted and throwing up."

"When did you throw up exactly? I can take a look at you if you tell me what's going on."

"Since yesterday morning. And my head has been spinning every which way, plus the fatigue."

Spencer's heart raced. Being a doctor, she knew fully well these weren't exactly signs of the flu. In fact, they were symptoms of something very different. But was it possible? Spencer didn't know of Aria's sex life, so it could be. Deciding to venture forward in her questioning, Spencer took a huge breathe as a way to cushion whatever Aria's answer would be.

"When were you supposed to get your period?"

"Monday."

It was Friday.

"Aria, I think you need to go get a pregnancy test," Spencer cautioned.

Aria's stomach dropped. Her hands gripped the side of the toilet and pulled herself upward to let everything out. Spencer held her hair back. Once finished and cleaned off with a warm wash rag, Aria sat with her back pressed against the door. This couldn't be happening. There was no way. She and Ezra had used protection….hadn't they? Aria couldn't remember. But if they didn't, then there was a reason why this was happening.

Placing her head in her lap, she let out a sob. Spencer rubbed her back soothingly to ease her cries. With straight A's in high school and a high GPA in college, Spencer had always been extremely smart. Now was time to piece things together. Aria was possibly pregnant and she wasn't speaking to Ezra. Could she and Ezra have...? It seemed logical enough to Spencer. She'd been watching the romantic tension between the two build up for years. It was about time it had exploded.

"Aria? Did you sleep with Ezra? Is that why you're avoiding him?"

Aria didn't want to look Spencer straight in the eye. Clueless to the fact all her friends had been vouching for her and Ezra to be a couple, she thought they'd be ashamed of her recent activities.

"Only once; he told me he loved me and my emotions got the best of me. So, i—if I'm p—pregnant, the baby is his. I haven't been with anyone since."

"Clearly," Spencer snorted. "You haven't been the most social. I guess I know why now."

"If I am, you have to swear not to tell anyone. Not even Ezra." Aria gulped nervously, pushing some hair away from her face with a shaky hand. "He can't know. I 'll lose him for good."

"You're never going to lose him, Ar," Spencer counseled. From observation, Ezra was just as heartbroken as Aria seemed to be. Only he made his feelings about everything known with his demeanor as well as voicing them to Wren. Aria didn't seem to even be aware she was suffering from heartbreak. "The man is just as heartbroken as you are. But you have to tell him. And tell him quick."

"I'm not heartbroken," Aria defended.

"You are. Don't argue. I know what it looks like."

Groaning, Aria was growing anxious and impatient. If there was a tiny being growing inside of her, she wanted to know now. The walk to Rite Aid was long though; she'd keel over from anticipation if she went by herself, much less went at all. "Can you just get the test? Please?" Her voice broke as another round of tears hit her.

"Of course, Hon." Spencer wrapped her arms around Aria's visibly shaking frame. "Everything's going to be alright. I promise."

An hour later, Aria was waiting outside the bathroom. Her phone timer had yet to gone off the signal the three tests' results, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours. The waiting for the tests had been pure agony; Aria was sure this was what hell felt like. Spencer popped her head into her friend's bedroom to watch.

"Anything yet?"

"No," Aria responded just as the alarm went off. "Well, now, I guess." On shaking legs, Aria clambered into the bathroom to look at the three different sticks. Much to her disapproval and fear, the three indicators were showing positive results with a small, pink plus sign.

"Oh God," Aria choked, walking out of the bathroom with all three in hand. "Oh my God."

"What? What did they say?" Spencer ran in nervously, all though she had a fairly good idea of what the tests were telling Aria.

"I'm pregnant." Aria's world felt like it was spinning. This wasn't supposed to have happened. Her and Ezra's one night together was supposed to had been something that had formed of passion and something they never had to revisit unless totally necessary. Now, there was a reminder. Not that Aria wouldn't love this baby with every fiber of her being, but if they had Ezra's eyes, it would be a constant indication of her botched friendship.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she fanned out the three tests to show Spencer the results. One test had a plus sign. The second has a small pink "Yes" written. And the last only showed two little lines rather than a negative symbol.

"You have to tell him," Spencer said, wrapping her friend into a hug. "You've got to."

"I—I can't," Aria quivered.

"You can," Spencer replied. "Look at me, Aria. You're strong and you've got to do what's right. It's not just you anymore. It's you and this baby. I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow and they can perform a test to find out officially. And if you are and these aren't some fluke, you're going to tell Ezra."

"What if he's angry?"

"Aria," Spencer said wryly. "The man is so in love with you. I don't think he'd care if you told him the world was ending. He'll probably look at this as an opportunity."

"For what," Aria asked, drying a few tears that spilled onto her cheeks.

"An opportunity for you two. I'm not sure what, but he'll know. He'll make it known to you. He loves you, Aria. Ezra isn't like most men. Even if you two aren't together, he's not going to run."

"He—he better not," Aria sniffled, clutching the three tests to her chest. They dropped to the floor as she hugged Spencer tight, but deep down; Aria saw truth to her friend's words. Everything would be alright.