Hi everyone! Thank you to everyone's reviews from the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed! A special thanks to HarrylovesGinny09 for their help on this chapter (as well as probably the next one)!
I just want to let you know that updates may not be as frequent for the next few days. It's not because of writer's block, but because my computer has basically crashed (I'm updating right now from my brother's computer). I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to put something up because you all have been so patiently waiting :D I'll try to see if I can get on later to write.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to own PLL, it's impossible (oh how I wish Ezra was mine lol). On the bright side, I do own Clara!
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Aria POV:
Throughout the night, Clara and myself were on Cloud Nine. Clara, because of the show, and myself because I finally got to be there for one of her firsts. "Mary Poppins" itself, had me excited too. The sets were well done, and the talent onstage was impeccable! We sat close to the stage in those comfy red velvet seats, me in the middle, Ezra to my right towards the aisle, and Clara to my left. I kept a grasp on Ezra's hand the entire night, and Clara had sat in my lap during the scene when Michael and Jane's dolls came to life.
It was 11 when the show had finished. The night had lightened up, and it wasn't raining anymore, so we decided to walk the short distance back to Ezra's townhouse. Instead of being tired, Clara was held by Ezra and was chipper, telling us about what a fun time she had tonight.
"And then, when she flew over the audience. Wasn't that cool," she said giggling.
"It sure was," Ezra said giving her a kiss on the nose.
After coaxing her down with some warmed up milk, Ezra and I retreated back to our room.
He shit the door and I came over to wrap my arms around his neck.
"Thank you. So much. For. Tonight," I said in between kisses.
"It was no problem. Anything for my girls," he said undoing his tie and taking off his shoes. I quickly slid off my shoes, tights, and dress, leaving me on only my underwear.
"So," I said walking up to Ezra and drawing small circles on his chest. He grinned deviously, and threw his arms around my waist, and picked me up bridal style.
"Come on," he said playfully as he carried me over to the bed, and I giggled along until his lips silenced me in a kiss.
I spent the next few days in my own apartment, getting everything ready for the big visit this weekend. To make up for it, I had dinner at Ezra's some nights, or took Clara home from school. Spencer seemed to enjoy having me back and too herself for a while. Toby had been staying over her place for awhile, something about him and Noel not getting along anymore. On Thursday night, I was sitting on her couch, while Toby and Spencer sat on the floor, each of us with a small bowl of ice cream. It was around 11, and Chelsea Lately had come on the TV screen. It was nights like this that I was going to miss when I finally moved in with Ezra. Not that I minded, but I liked having one of my best friends living across the hall, always there if you needed to have "girl talk" or sit on the couch and watch really horrible, but addicting chick flicks.
I left when the show was over, and went back into my own apartment. My parents and Mike would be arriving tomorrow night. The plans were all settled out. Their plane would be landing at 4, and they needed an hour to collect luggage and things. Then a taxi would take them to their hotel, The Marriot Marquis in Times Sqaure. They would meet me at 5 Napkin Burger (another amazing restaruant in NYC), for dinner, and that's where they would meet Ezra (properly as my boyfriend) and Clara. Hopefully all would go well.
Friday morning, an energetic Clara ran into the classroom with Ezra following, carrying two cups of steaming coffee from Starbucks.
"Mommy! Where have you been," asked Clara, climbing into my lap and throwing her arms around my neck.
"What are you talking about, Baby Girl," I asked. "I ate dinner with you and Daddy last night."
"But it feel likes forever," she said exaggerating. She quickly hopped off my lap to put her things away in her cubby across the room.
"Good morning," said Ezra, handing me my cup of coffee, and pecking me on the lips.
"Morning," I murmured, and picking up the cup, placing it near my lips and taking a big sip. The still somewhat hot liquid warmed my throat and I sighed. "You're a lifesaver," I said, laughing and motioned at the coffee cup.
"Well, its nice to know that's all I'm good for," joked Ezra bringing his lips to meet mine.
"Nah, you're also good for kissing," I replied. "Clara, could you come here please," I called. Clara put down the book she had picked up from the reading corner and walked over.
"What is it," she said climbing back into my lap and lightly drummed her fingers on my desk.
"Tonight is a very important night," said Ezra.
"Yes. Tonight you're going to meet your Grandma, and Grandpa, and your Uncle Mike. But please, do me a favor," I asked.
"What is it?"
"Don't call them Grandma or Grandpa or Uncle Mike, until Daddy or I tells you to."
"Why," she asked curiously, looking from Ezra to me.
"Because...well...they don't know I have a daughter yet. So once I tell them, you can call them by those names. Until then, you call them Ella or Byron and you call Mike, Mike. Please also, call me Aria until I tell you so. Got it," I finished leveling my face down the hers. She seemed to be considering the thought, and then her face lit up.
"Ok," she said once again, hugging me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. Ezra looked at his watch and grabbed his cup of coffee from the desk.
"I've got to head out. I'll see you tonight at 6, right," he asked leaning down to kiss me goodbye.
"Yup," I said and shifted so Clara could say goodbye. "Clara, say goodbye to Daddy," I said to her.
"Bye Daddy," she said from her spot with her face nuzzled into my neck. It sounded more like "My Maddy", which caused Ezra to laugh as he walked out the door.
I paced nervously inside my apartment. It was 5:30, and I was wearing a flowy navy blue dress, with beading down the front, black patent leather oxford peep toe wedges, and dangly diamond drop earrings. Mike hadn't texted me yet to tell me they've left the hotel and I was starting to worry. Just then, my phone beeped, and my worry was relieved.
Mike: Taxi's here now. We're meeting you at 6, right?
I breathed a sign of relief, as I gathered my things and left my apartment.
Leave it to my family to get somewhere before me. As I entered the restaurant, they were all sitting at a large table right in the middle of the room. Ella looked great wearing a wine colored blouse. Byron was wearing his typical suit and Mike was in a pinstriped blue button down. The minute they spotted me, I was waved over and rushed into the arms of my family.
"Aria! Honey! You look great," said my mom taking my hand.
"Hey sweetie," said Dad pulling me into a hug, as did Mike. We all sat down to eat and a table which sat 6 people instead of 4, which went unotoced by Mike.
"Why are there two extra seats?"
My mind went into a panic, but as if one cue, Clara and Ezra walked into the restaurant. It took Ezra a few moments to spot my family in the overcrowded eatery, but found us after a few moments, and picked up Clara to walk over.
"Isn't that-," began Ella, but was cut off my Ezra courgageously giving me a kiss on the cheek, and setting Clara down.
"Hi Aria," he said smiling and pulled out the chair next to me.
"Hi Mo-Aria," said Clara who quickly covered up her slip. Mike and my parent's faces upturned into shock.
"Ezra?"
"Mr. Fitz?"
Cliffhanger! Woot woot! How do you think Aria's parents and Mike are going to handle the situation?
Thank you to all my reviewers and reader! It really makes my day to know people enjoy the work I put out there! If you've been reading "Reunited" since the beginning, but haven't spoken up, don't be shy! I'd love to hear your opinions or what you have to say!
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love always,
.soprano.