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Chapter 25-

Ezra POV:

Noel slammed the door, and came closer to me with an angered look on his face.

"Noel calm the fuck down," said Toby cautiously, placing a restraining hand on his shoulder. Noel only shrugged it off ferociously and came closer.

"Answer me,' he barked. "...here," he spat, enunciating eat word as if I was a small child. Even Clara could've understood his words easily.

"You really don't have to pronnounce each syllable. I was an English teacher, or did your pea-sized memory already forget high school," I spat right back. I could see the veins pop from his neck, and his fists were clenched at his side. Time to put those early morning work outs to use.

"You better answer me know, Fitz," he yelled, waving his arms frantically, hitting the bag holding Aria's ring onto the floor and the little velvet box tumbled out. I lunged to ground, hoping to pick up the box before he could notice it. Unfortunately, my timing was too late.

"What's this," he asked picking the box from my fingers. That box held my entire future, and there would be hell to pay if that future was destroyed. Upon seeing the ring, he closed the box with his eyes shut, and hurled the box across the room. Luckily, Lucas caught it for me.

"You're proposing? There's not shot in hell that I'll ever be able to win her back now," he yelled. Total and complete anger engulfed me now. I'd be damned if anyone took Aria away from me. I lost her once, and I'm not about to lose her again.

"Win her back," I barked. "You honestly think that! Did it ever occur to you that she's happy? Or that she has a daughter? And how long is it going to take you to realize that Aria's heart always was and always be mine," I seethed. Noel's fist wound up, and hit me in the face. Luckily, it only clipped a small area near my lips, only giving me a small cut. I did much worse though, punching him in the gut, sending him onto the floor. It took him a few minutes to recover, and then he lunged for my leg, but before he could pull me down, Toby hit him square across the jaw. Lucas stepped in the middle to prevent anymore from happening.

"Noel, I think you should leave," said Toby. "Go find a hotel to stay at for awhile or something." Noel got up, and went over to the door. Before he left though, he sent me a glare and said "I will get Aria back somehow. Don't you worry," and then he slammed the door.

A few minutes later, the three of us were cleaning up the pizza boxes and beer bottles we had left around. After doing my share, started to collect my things in order to head home. I was still shocked by Noel's threat. I should know better though, Aria wouldn't leave me for Noel. There was no way.

"Ezra, I'm sorry for all the Noel shit that happened tonight," said Toby.

"It's fine, Toby," I said picking up the ring from where Lucas left it on the table, and safely put it in pocket. "It's just shocking. The Noel I remembered was considerate of Aria. He kept our relationship a secret for her sake," I said running a hand through my hair.

"Things changed after you left," said Lucas. "Noel became protective Aria's heart being stamped upon. While they were dating, he smothered her. Hanna used to tell me everything that Aria complained about."

"Like what," I asked.

"He never let her hang out with just the girls. If they had plans, he made sure that he, Lucas, and I came along," said Toby. "Don't get me wrong, I love Spencer, but we never had any 'guy time'."

"Then, once they broke up, he decided he couldn't relinquish his protective rights, so he made sure they remained close after they were done dating. He did the same exact shit he pulled while they were together," finished Lucas.

"After tonight, I don't think I want to be friends with Noel anymore," said Toby. "I may have only known you as a friend, and not my teacher, for a little while," he joked, "but you've become part of the pack," he finished smiling.

"Yeah," said Lucas. "Welcome to the group," he laughed, lightly hitting me on the back.

I got home, and although it was 1 a.m., I couldn't sleep. I quickly changed into a pair of pajama pants and hide the ring box safely in my drawer and then went into the bathroom to clean out the small cut and put a band-aid over it. It wasn't very noticeable and would probably be gone my morning.

Once I got back in my room, I reached for a notebook I kept at my bed side that was filled with things like poems, short stories, testimonies, and even a few chapters of a novel I had anticipated writing. I flipped open to a new page, considering what to write.

Guilt over leaving plagued my mind though. If I had known what hell Noel was going to put Aria through, I never would've gone. The bed felt empty without Aria there and my arms longed to hold her petite body. I instantly was given inspiration and started to write a love letter. (swoon! i want someone to write me a love letter!) I started it off a simple as possible with My Dearest Aria.

Within an hour, I had pounded out my letter and set aside my notebook. Overwhelmed from pouring out my complete heart on paper, I quickly texted Aria goodnight, and fell asleep imagining she was there with me.

Aria POV:

I woke up the next morning at the foot of Hanna's bed. Hanna herself was sprawled out in an X-position hogging all the covers, which explained why I was shivering. Spencer had relocated herself to the chaise lounge chair near the window, and Emily was laying in a mound of blankets on the floor. I put my head back down, and attempted to curl into the chest to bring some warmth, but a small body pressed against mine made it impossible.

I looked down to see Clara, snuggled up into me. Her hair was splayed around her face, and her small head was nestled into the crook of my neck, and I could feel her soft little breaths. She probably came in here during the middle of the night. I smiled, and stroked her hair silently, until I felt a gaze of someone watching us. I looked over to see Spencer smiling and she whispered, "Look at the little Mommy," and then closed her eyes to fall back asleep.

I checked my phone and found the time to be 11 a.m. and there was a new text from Ezra.

Ezra: Do you want to meet for breakfast? Text me back. Love you.

The message was from 9 a.m., so I quickly texted him back.

Aria: Hey! Let me just get Clara up, and we'll pick a place. Love you too.

"Clara, sweetheart. It's time to get up," I said lightly, shaking her shoulder.

"Mommy," she asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you."

"I love you too pumpkin," I said smiling and brushed a few stray hairs away from her face. "Hey, do me a favor. Go jump near Auntie Hanna." Even at 24, we were still playing jokes on each other. Hanna sprung up from the bed, catching Clara in her arms, and proceeded to tickled her. Clara's giggles caused the rest of the girls to wake up.

"Morning," said Emily groggily, while Spencer fell back onto the chaise lounge and pulled her sleeping mask back over her face. (am I the only one that can picture this?)

"Mommy and I are going to to meet Daddy for breakfast," said Clara happily while sitting in Hanna's lap. Smiles creeped over Hanna and Emily's faces, and I blushed remembering out talk from last night.

"You have fun with Fitzy," singsonged Hanna, and she released Clara who jumped off the bed and ran towards the guest room where her stuff was.

"Thanks for last night," I said. "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," chimed both Emily and Hanna. Spencer was already back to snoring.

I had changed into a loose fitting forest green silk shirt, dark jeans, and wedges, which I paired with a few gold chained necklaces, and a knit fedora, and Clara got into her pink "Daddy's Little Princess" tee shirt and jeans. It was still raining, so she put back on her rain boots, and jacket. ( all outfits on website) I whipped out my umbrella and we were on our way to meet Ezra at a small cafe.

While walking, Clara kept jumping in puddles, which now seemed to be her favorite thing. Many people stopped to watch her, even myself. She looked so gloriously happy, making small splashes as her curls went flying. We finally made it to the cafe, and Clara saw Ezra waiting through the window.

"Mommy! Look it's Daddy," she exclaimed, as we ran into the cafe. Ezra was sitting at a table that had a large couch big enough for the three of us to sit on. His face lit up when he saw us approach.

"Well, look who it is! I think those are my girls," he said laughing.

"Hi Daddy," said Clara giving him a hug, and then adjusted herself on the couch.

"Good morning," I whispered pressing my lips against his. I pulled away and ran my hands over his cheek bones. I felt a small scrape near his lip.

"What happened," I asked looking at it curiously.

"What happened where," he asked confused.

"Here," I said running my hands over the cut.

"Oh, I'll...I'll tell you later," he said looking from me to Clara. "Let's eat," he said smiling, and pulled me down to sit next to him on the couch.

Breakfast ran smoothly, and soon we were back at Ezra's townhouse. Ezra and I decided to teach Clara how to spend a lazy day indoors. The three of us were sprawled out on Ezra's bed, watching the old musical classic "The Music Man".

"Why is he trying to play a trumpet in midair," asked Clara when the main character Harold Hill was singing in the huge song "76 Trombones".

"He's trying to get people to imagine what the band would be like, I guess," said Ezra, who was sitting at the top of the bed with his arms around my waist. I was cuddled up to him, with my head on his chest and he would press a kiss into my hair every so often. Clara was laying on her stomach at the foot of the bed, with her hands propping up her face. A few more minutes into the film, Ezra's cell rang, and he picked it up and went into the bathroom to speak. 5 minutes later he came out and announced: "The Bernet's want us to come over to dinner."

If you don't remember, the Bernet's are Clara's friend Marie's family.

Oh Noel...will he ever learn?

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