Hi all. Sorry for the outrageously long wait. Things happened. Life happened. But I'm back and I hope you will welcome me back by reading and reviewing, Oh, I also plan on updating Field Trip Fun in the very near future too. So look out for an update. I apologize for any typos or grammatical errors.

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Here is chapter 20

Ezra leaned closer into Aria and let his lips meet hers softly. The kiss was short and sweet and when the two broke apart Ezra had a grin plastered on his face.

"W-what was that for?" Aria mumbled quietly.

"I just felt like kissing you."

It took all of her might for Aria not to press herself firmly against Ezra's body and respond with a longer, more passionate kiss. But after mere seconds of considering this option, she was reminded by the voices around her that she was in a public place. A place that was currently occupied by many people. As much as she hated to admit it, she was not alone with Ezra.

"Oh." She managed to say while a slight smile formed on her face.

"Oh, what?" Ezra chuckled quizzically.

Aria searched her mind for a decent response. She managed to shoot down several phrases that came to mind. Some too corny. Some too deep. She must have been silent for minutes before she finally muttered something simple. "That was nice."

"You think so?' Ezra answered quickly. It was at that moment that Ezra began to feel repeated taps to his leg. He didn't bother to acknowledge his young son, instead continued to stare at his girlfriend. "In that case I might just feel like kissing you more often. Say, your place in an hour?"

"Sounds great."

"Daddy, c'mon and get ice cream!" Jake groaned at his father from his spot next to him.

"You better get going." Aria laughed. "I think he's getting impatient.

"Yeah, I'd say." Ezra laughed. "He's been poking my side for like five minutes straight."

"Have we even been standing here that long.?" Aria asked with a creased brow. "Don't answer that. It doesn't matter. You and Jake got ice cream; I'll see you in an hour."

"Can't wait."

"Hmm. "Aria smiled. "Get out of here before he has a fit. Besides I'd like to actually have dinner with my friends."

Ezra sighed reluctantly, gave Aria a slight nod, grabbed Jake's hand, turned and walked away, in route for the nearest exit.

Ten minutes hadn't passed before Ezra and Jake arrived at the Rosewood Ice Cream Parlor. It was a small place, but walking in you could smell the varieties of fresh ice cream that sat in their place behind the counter. The shop was unsurprisingly chilly inside, but to Ezra's delight there were no customers in line so he and Jake were free to order at any moment.

"Hi, welcome to Rosewood Ice Cream Parlor. How may I help you?" a girl who looked to be about seventeen asked as Ezra and Jake came closer to the counter. Her name tag read Anna.

Ezra watched closely as Jake inched closer to the glass that covered the ice cream and stuck his face as close as possible. He put his small finger to his head as if he was deep in thought. Apparently choosing an ice cream flavor is a very tough, yet important decision for a four year old. Then much to Ezra's dismay, Jake's eyes caught sight of the one flavor Ezra dreaded Jake getting: the very blue and always very messy cotton candy. Jake moved his finger from the side of his head to point at that very flavor. "I want that one daddy. The blue one. Looks yummy, huh?"

"Yeah Jake, It looks great." Ezra tried to cover his displeasure with a smile. Ezra quickly found his favorite flavor and turned his attention to the girl behind the counter.

"He'll have the cotton candy." Anna nodded with a laugh. "I'll have the Dutch chocolate."

"What size?"

Ezra looked down at Jake for a moment before responding. "You have a child sized cup? I have a feeling my boy and blue ice cream will make for a messy combination."

"No daddy!" Jake interrupted before Anna could put his ice cream in the bowl. "I want an ice cream cone!" Ezra shrugged.

"I'm sure I'll pay for this later but put all that blue-colored sugar in a cone instead, would you?"

Anna nodded and went on with her job.

As Ezra made his way over to pay for the treats he picked up a massive handful of napkins. One for him, the rest for Jake. He then paid and watched as Anna handed Jake his cone. Jake had the biggest smile on his face as he began to lick the top of the cold dessert.

Ezra accepted his and quickly found a seat at the nearest table and watched Jake clunk down into the seat across from him.

'Is that as good as you thought it was?" Ezra asked, meanwhile biting into his own cone.

"Nope, it's better daddy."

Ezra couldn't for the life of him understand how Jake thought what he was eating actually tasted good, especially minutes later when Jake was half way done with the cone and the majority of what had previously filled the cone was now covering his small face. "How do you know that tasted good?" Ezra chuckled. "It looks like none of it even made it into your mouth." Jake just shook his head and continued eating.

"You look like a smurf, buddy." Jake just laughed in response.

"Your mom's going to love this."

Ezra pulled his phone from the pocket of his jeans and snapped a quick picture. What he saw a second later on the screen was Jake in mid bite with the lower part of his nose and face covered in blue liquid. He had even somehow managed to get blue ice cream on the tip of his ear. All the while he continued to smile.

"You think we should get mommy an ice cream?" Ezra asked moments later as he watched Jake eat the last of his cone.

"Yep, she likes it too."

"Do you know what kind I should get her?"

Jake thought for a moment. As he did earlier he brought his finger to the side of his head, pondering his father's question.

"She's a girl. Get her pink ice cream."

"You think mommy wants pink ice cream?" Ezra replied with a laugh. "Just 'cause she's a girl?"

"Daddy, girls like pink. My friend Emma at school is a girl. She said all girls like pink."

"I'm talking about an ice cream flavor here, Jake, not just a color. I know girls like pink. I know mommy likes pink, but what ice cream does she like?"

Jake just shrugged his shoulders. "Pink."

Seeing he was getting nowhere in his conversation with Jake, Ezra thought for a moment trying to remember if there had ever been a time that he and Aria had gotten ice cream together. Then it dawned on him.

Flashback

5 years ago:

Aria entered Ezra's small apartment quietly. She carried her purse in one hand and a plastic sack in the other. She closed the door behind her and smiled softly when she saw the sight in front of her. Ezra was asleep on the couch with his head on a pillow, a blanket covering his body, and a box of tissues sitting on the table beside him.

She made her way to the kitchen, grabbed two spoons from the drawer and walked over to where Ezra lounged snoring quietly. She bent down and attempted to place a gentle kiss to Ezra's cheek but was interrupted by the sound of his hoarse voice. "Don't get too close. I don't want you to catch anything."

"Oh please." She laughed." You have the flu. I'll take my chances. Besides, I come bearing gifts. Well, gift actually. I brought you some ice cream."

"Dutch chocolate?"

"Wouldn't think of bringing you anything else." Aria replied placing the cold pint in his hand along with a spoon. She then pulled out the flavor she chose for herself and began eating it in delight.

"How can you eat that? It looks disgusting."

"Hey eat your ice cream and don't make mean comments about mine, okay." She chuckled.

"Aria, you're eating lemon flavored ice cream. That's gross."

"How so?" She responded.

"It just is okay. Lemons are not meant to be in ice cream."

Aria just rolled her eyes playfully and continued to enjoy her desert.

End Flashback

Ezra smiled at the memory as he looked at his son. "You know Jake, you weren't far off with the color thing. Only your mom doesn't like pink ice cream. Nope, she likes yellow."

"Yellow ice cream, daddy? Yuck."

"I know. I agree. Gross."

Ezra finally got around to ordering a small cup for Aria, paid, and he and Jake exited the parlor, this time headed to see Aria.

"Jake make sure you hold mommy's ice cream good, so it doesn't melt in the car, okay?" Ezra spoke as he maneuvered the car out of the parking lot in an effort to get on the main road heading to their destination.

"But daddy if I spill it out the window, mommy won't have to eat this yucky stuff."

Ezra could only laugh. "We might not like it buddy, but for some reason mommy does so we need to get it home to her."

"Okay" Jake sighed.

Fifteen minutes later the two arrived outside of Aria's apartment door and before Ezra had the opportunity to knock, Jake slammed his free hand into the door attempting to make his presence known. The door opened just a moment and Jake aimed the bowl of ice cream right in front of his mother.

"Here's your yucky ice cream mommy." He said before running beside her into the apartment.

"Yucky ice cream, huh?"

Ezra smiled. "I still have no idea how you eat that stuff."

"Because it's amazing." Aria responded by taking a bite. She then tried to feed him a bite as if to prove to him that looks were deceiving and it actually did have a decent taste. He wasn't having any of it.

"No thanks." He groaned. "I'll gladly let you eat it all yourself."

Aria smiled and leaned closer to Ezra.

"But hurry up and eat that because I kinda just want to kiss you again."

"Just kiss me again, yeah?'

"Or maybe more, but you know there is this little boy inside. Some things will just have to wait."

"Huh, well maybe I'll let Jake spend the night with his grandma and grandpa this weekend. Sound good to you?"

Ezra smiled, attempting to lean in and place a few soft kisses to Aria's ear, cheek, and nose. He finally attempted continue to her lips but was interrupted by the sound of his son's loud voice coming from inside the apartment. "Daddy, come here!"

"Speaking of Jake, I guess duty calls." He said, following Aria into the apartment and closing the door behind him with a thud.

I don't think this was my best chapter, but I hope you enjoy it. I hope to have an update up by next Friday at the latest, maybe earlier. And yes, I will update…I hope. I intend to…Yes, I'm going to update, okay.