Spring break in just a day! I'm so excited. You can bet there will be multiple updates.

Could we just bask in the glory that was the Lucian pictures from set the other day? I'm sorry, but those two are meant to be. I regret nothing. I was in pure and utter bliss.

Anyways, regarding the disclaimer, it's the same as always; I own nothing. Enjoy! Reviews mean the world!

"We should celebrate," Ezra said suddenly. Aria perked her head up, the tears drying from her eyes. It was funny how he could take what she thought would be detrimental news and spin it into nothing short of a holiday. Aria's pink lacquered fingers loosened their grip on his dress shirt that was now stained with tears.

"Celebrate," she asked with the slight quirk of an eyebrow. Going out for a drink was that last thing she had in mind, especially since Aria couldn't exactly drink a glass of scotch alongside Ezra at one of the hidden gems they'd found years back.

"Yeah, celebrate. Go out for dinner, possibly invite everyone."

Aria's eyes widened. "Ezra, I don't want everyone knowing. Only Spencer does for obvious reasons, but Hanna, Wren, and Caleb have no clue we've slept together. That alone will be a surprise, much less the news of a baby on the way."

"So we'll tell them we're celebrating for making up. Everyone knows about how you've been icing me out."

"I was not icing you out," Aria protested, easily falling back into their friendship; or whatever their relationship was at the moment.

"You were," Ezra said, brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. "But that's not really important now, is it?"

"No," Aria responded. "But I just want to have the satisfaction of winning."

"Not this round, Montgomery." Ezra chuckled and got up from the couch. His hands brushed at the dress pants he was wearing before going into his pocket to grab his iPhone. The plan was to send out a mass text and then clean up. Peering down at Aria, Ezra couldn't believe his luck; if you could call the whole ordeal luck, that is.

Having a baby would give him nine, well more like eight months to prove to Aria he was the right man for her. Eight months to get her to fall in love with him. It wouldn't be that hard; their night was enough proof that she felt something for him. Even so, if Aria didn't develop anything more during that time, Ezra had eighteen years to do so as well.

"So, dinner," Ezra repeated, his fingers flying across the touch screen of his phone to send the text. Aria didn't even have time to respond before he sent the group message. "Too bad, you don't have a choice."

Aria simply groaned and walked into his kitchen. She was in desperate need of coffee. The rich liquid always seemed to clam her after a long and distressing day; today certainly fit those qualifications. Ezra's coffee maker was one of the Keurig types that were easy and practical to use. Just as she put in the brew and was about the press "go", a hand shot out and slapped hers away.

"No coffee for you. It's terrible for the baby."

If heart break was audible, Aria's would have split in two. "No coffee," she pouted. Life without coffee would be unimaginable. What would be there to jump start her day? Ease her troubles? Coffee was her therapist or was her obsession; either worked.

"No coffee," Ezra confirmed, kissing her forehead like he always did. Only this time, it felt different than platonic to Aria. "You go distract yourself and stay out of the kitchen. I'm going to get changed."

She nodded and let him walk off. Aria always managed to entertain herself in Ezra's apartment. There were artifacts to look at, a wide range of books on his enormous shelf, or the simple flat screen across from the couch. Only today, Aria took to the bathroom with a full length mirror on the back of the door. She gingerly lifted up her shirt and stared at her stomach in the mirror.

Unfortunately, there wasn't anything yet to indicate the baby. Knowing Ezra would be beside her every step of the way erased dread. Now, Aria only feared what she'd tell everyone, more so her parents. They loved Ezra, but she wasn't exactly certain how they'd handle a pregnancy.

The more she felt around, the more Aria felt a small protrusion in the midst of her milky skin. A faint smile hinted at the corners of her mouth; that had to have been the makings of what would be her baby bump.

"Hi, Baby," she whispered softly, feeling silly to be talking to the air. Still, Aria went ahead. "This is your mommy. You're probably the size of a quarter, but I love you already. Your daddy is getting changed, but I'm so glad he'll be a part of your life."

"He's pretty glad too," Ezra smiled. He'd been watching her for the past minute, but caught enough to know that Aria had been talking to the baby. Aria looked at him startled, a short intake of breath escaping her lips. "Ready to go? We're meeting at that little Chinese place five blocks away. Rose of Sharon?"

"Yeah, that was it," Aria said, tucking her blouse back down. "Just let me grab my things." She hadn't taken much over with her; only her purse and the shoes she'd long since strewn on the ground. Aria only prayed she didn't look like a mess of tears. A make up wouldn't have involved as much crying as she had done.

"Do I look bad," she asked Ezra, turning towards him just as they were about to leave. Ezra came Aria a once over, although he knew she was referring to any tear streaks that could be visible on her cheeks and puffiness around her eyes. Luckily, there was only a slight pink tinge left.

"You look beautiful, Ar, as always."

"Thanks," Aria blushed, hoping that he was telling the truth rather than lying to make her feel better. Knowing Ezra, he was being honest.

Rose of Sharon was a tiny hole in the wall restaurant that not very many people knew of. This was possibly because the restaurant was practically hidden behind several buildings. Aria and Ezra had only come by it perchance during a heavy rainstorm where her stomach had been grumbling and they were sopping wet. With hot soup in them, the two instantly fell in love with the food and have gotten take out from there and brought their friends ever since.

The décor was fairly simple cherry wood tables and dark lighting. Although not well known, it wasn't a chintzy little place. The menu was fairly priced, not outrageous, but not so cheap that you'd question the quality of the food. As always, Aria and Ezra were the last to arrive.

"Look who made up," Hanna cheered from her seat. Aria laughed, watching Caleb hold her friend down by the arm so she wouldn't jump up from the seat. Tables were tightly packed and knowing Hanna, she'd trip in her sky high heels.

"Yes, Hanna. We made up. We're friends again." The short brunette brushed a piece of hair out of her face and smiled faintly at Ezra before going to take her seat besides Spencer. She didn't dare venture into anything more than friendship right now; that was her conclusion while they were walking. While holding Ezra's hand in hers had felt wonderful, Aria didn't want anything to screw up with something so precious along the way.

Ezra bit the inside of his cheek, wishing that they could say more. Nothing had been finalized on whether or not they were a couple or when they were going to tell everyone of Aria's pregnancy though. He wasn't even sure if Aria wanted to make them more than just friends or hold off.

Hanna frowned slightly before casting Ezra a look. Obviously, she had hoped that along with making up, the two would have become a couple. Responding to her glance with a sigh, Ezra took the seat opposite of Aria.

"Are you okay," Spencer whispered to Aria as the dinner progressed. The table was laden with food and rowdy conversation had taken over. The boys had drank several beers already while Hanna was nursing an authentic Chinese cocktail and Spencer was running her pinky finger around the rim of her empty wine glass.

"I'm fine," Aria said defensively; she'd been looking out the window all night, which was different from her usual behavior. She was usually the life of the party. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Ezra had been watching her discreetly and was relived to her Spencer bring it up.

"You don't look fine," Spencer replied. "Did everything go okay with Ezra?"

"Everything went accordingly. He's happy about it; we'll work through it."

"Then why do you look like someone just ran over your dog?"

"Because this whole thing scares me," Aria whispered back with fervor. Her teeth were clenched, which should have kept her voice down, but unfortunately, it only grew louder. "Because I have no idea how this will all play out. I'm so afraid, Spencer. You have no idea."

"Afraid of what," Hanna perked up, raising her eyes from her drink. "What's not going to play out right?" Caleb and Wren gave her a questioning look. Ezra bit his lip.

Her nerves had gone absolutely shot; at this point, Aria didn't have any control over her body, much less what she said or did. "I'm pregnant. Happy now? You have your answer." Tears burned once more as things began to feel like they were falling apart at the seams.

"Aria," Ezra said wearily while watching her get up from her seat.

"Oh," she said, giving him a look. "I forgot an important detail; the baby is Ezra's." She knew she was causing a scene, but Aria didn't have any way to keep herself from the emotions that had been plaguing her all throughout dinner. She threw down her napkin and didn't look back as she stormed out of the restaurant.

Spencer looked at Ezra; the others were too shocked from Aria's big reveal to form any sort of coherent sentence and say it. "You better go after her before she gets into trouble. You know what irrational Aria looks like."

"Right," Ezra nodded, still a bit shocked she had let it all out in the blink of an eye. He dropped his napkin and ran, almost knocking into the table on his way out.

The city streets were crowded, but luckily, Aria hadn't gotten too far. She was simply standing by the entrance, taking deep breaths in and out with her arms clutched around her stomach. Tears were running down her face while people passed by.

The one thing great about New York is that people are too far interested in their own affairs than those of the people on the street around them. Nobody ever usually stops and asks what's wrong.

"Hey," he spoke softly, not wanting to startle her. Aria looked up at him, but only began to cry more. "Come here." Ezra pulled Aria up from the half seated position she was in and ran a hand through her hair.

"I'm so scared, Ezra. I—I didn't mean for it to all come out, but it just did. It's hard to lie to them all." Aria shook as she cried, but adjusted to the feeling of being in his arms. She snuggled against his chest as he held her, staining her shirt with tears.

"What's there to be scared of?"

"You're going to get fed up and leave."

"Aria," Ezra sighed. "When has there ever been a time when I abandoned you. With me and you, we don't leave each other behind. We stick together through thick and thin." Ezra grimaced at his phrase choice. "I'm always going to be there for you, whether it's as a friend, a father to our child, or something more."

"I—I'm not ready to talk about that yet," Aria said quietly, gaining a hold of herself. "Can we just go home? To your place? I don't want to have to face them all when they get back." She shook her head. "I don't want questions yet."

"Of course," Ezra nodded. Without another word, they walked back towards his apartment.