Hey Everyone! Still updating from my bro's computer lol, but here's chapter 31! Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing (we're now at 300!) Also thanks a bunch to all my readers. A shout out to MzPink4 for their help with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned PLL (especially Ezra), but thats not going to happen unless I somehow obtain a lot of money. On a brighter note, I do own Clara, Greg, and Aimee!

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Aria POV:

Clara's giggle rang through the city air as she bounced along, on top of Mike's shoulders. Ezra and I allowed my parents to walk up ahead of us, near Mike and Clara, and we trailed behind with our hands clasped together. We were serrupticiously watching Clara, making sure that she wouldn't fall. It wasn't that I didn't trust Mike, but one wrong move, and Clara could've gone flying down to the pavement; an event worth prohibiting.

The initial fear of today had vanished, leaving me feeling buoyant and excited. We entered the small ice cream shop and Mike set Clara down on the pastel tiled ground. Her small figure ran up the glass and she attempted to press her face against the cold surface to catch a glimpse the various flavors. Unfortunately, her small stature made in impossible for her to see, and she turned out around to face the 5 of us, hands on her hips, and let out a sigh.

"Daddy, could you please lift me up so I can see the flavor," she asked in an annoyed tone. Well, as annoyed as small child could get. Ezra let go of my hand, and made his way over to Clara, laughing.

"Quite the feisty one, isn't she," said Ella.

"Just like you," chimed in Mike.

"Shut up," I said, jabbing his in the ribs, which didn't cause him pain, but only caused him to laugh.

"See what I mean?"

We spent 45 minutes in the quaint ice cream parlor. Byron had offered to buy (somewhat like a gift to Clara to make up for him scaring her; at least that's what Mom and I thought), and Clara, after taking a long time debating which ice cream to buy with Ezra, settled on a small cup of strawberry ice cream, covered in hot fudge. Ezra and I shared a cup of mint chocolate chip, Mike had Rocky Road on a cone that was dipped in chocolate, Byron stuck with the tradition vanilla, and Ella deterred the offer claiming she needed to "keep her womanly figure". Our time was spent like a bonding session; Clara gave my family details about herself, and vice versa. Luckily, they left out the Meredith incident of junior year.

Mike and Ezra had been sharing college stories, whilst we all talked, but were disrupted by Ella's voice.

"It's almost 4, guys. Aria, sweetheart, we have a show to go to tonight, and I want to get ready before our dinner reservations."

"Your mother's right," said Byron. "We've got to get going." He stood up from his chair, and took the tray of finished ice cream back to the counter for the cashier to take. Ella and Mike got up simultaneously, Mike taking Clara with him.

"Are you always going to be this attached to my daughter," I joked with him.

"Hey! She's my niece, isn't she," said Mike, giving Clara a peck on the cheek, which caused her to giggle and throw her arms around his neck.

We quickly said our goodbyes, and made plans to visit the zoo tomorrow, as an adventure for their last day in New York. As Ezra and I walked down the street, Clara up on Ezra's shoudlers (Mike had obviously started a new trend), I breathed out a long await breath.

"That went well," I said and Ezra brought his lips to mine.

Once we got back to the townhouse, Clara ran off to her room to do something, and Ezra checked his phone to see a text from Greg, saying to meet him and Aimee at Overlook Lounge in Midtown East at 8.

"What are we going to do with Clara? Maybe give her to my parents," I asked.

"No, even though it's clear that they love her, give them awhile to let it sink in," said Ezra flopping down on the couch and put his feet up. He grabbed the book resting on the sidetable, raising it to his eyes.

"Well, what are we going to do. I'm certainly not bringing her to a bar," I said jokingly.

"Why don't you see what Hanna or one of the girls are doing tonight? I'm sure they wouldn't have a problem with it."

I left the room, it was now impossible to grab Ezra's attention; he was submersed in his book. I wouldn't hold it against him, it happens to me most of the time. I went into the kitchen, sitting down in one of the chairs, and speed dialed Hanna, who answered on the first ring.

"Hello," she said, giggling.

"Han? Are you alright? Did I get you at a bad time, because I can always call Spencer or Emi-"

"I'm fine, Aria," she continuing to giggle. "It's just that...LUCAS PROPSED THIS AFTERNOON!"

"What," I asked astonished. My voice raised about 3 octaves and I started to dance around the kitchen, complete excited for my best friend.

"Give me details," I exclaimed.

"Well, I was planning on having a girls night and telling you all."

"Oh, well, actually I was calling because Ezra and I are going out tonight, and I needed someone to watch Clara. If you want, he and I could reschedule, and I could come over."

"No, don't do that. Mommy and Daddy deserve sometime together," she joked. "You could bring Clara to me and the girls, and we could pamper her and have her sleepover, if you want."

"Seriously? Han, you're the best, I love you. I've got to go tell Ezra. We can meet up sometime this week and you can tell me all about the engagement," I said excitedly, hanging up the phone. I was practically bouncing on my way out of the kitchen, colliding into Ezra.

"Did you hear," I asked.

"Yup! Lucas told me he was going to last night, while you were asleep. He called," said Ezra smiling.

"Isn't it fantastic," I asked, dreamily.

"Sure is," he said, pressing his lips against mine. Hanna's engagement got me thinking about one of my own. I know it's been only a couple weeks, but I felt as ready as ever to be married to Ezra. Would he ever propose?

Ezra and I spent the next couple of hours cuddled up on the couch, each of reading spereate books and after telling an estatic Clara that she would be having a sleepover with al her aunts (minus Vera, I had to clarify), I quickly got into the shower, and got ready for the evening. I changed into a pair of black jeans, a camel and black lace wrap top with a ribbon around the waist, and some black boots. (outfits on website)

Ezra came up shortly after I was finished, enticing me with a shower, which was so difficult to deny, but somehow I managed. I went into Clara's room, to get her packed and ready for the night with my best friends.

"I'm bringig a princess for each Auntie Hanna, Auntie Emily, and Auntie Spencer to play with. They're the ones the look most a like. I'm giving Auntie Emily Jasmine, Auntie Spencer Belle, and Auntie Hanna Cinderella," said Clara triumphantly putting them into her bag.

"Let me guess. You're bringing Ariel for yourself," I said catching her around the waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"How could you have guessed," she said laughing.

We dropped Clara off at Hanna's, Hanna promising me that she would give Clara the "Princess Treatment", and Ezra and I headed to the bar.

"Are you excited," he said squeezing my hand, and pressed a kiss into my hair.

"Of course, Greg and Aimee seem nice. It'll be fun to get to know some of your friends," I said smiling to him. We walked into the bar, which was the perfect little dive bar. It's walls were made of brick, and there was subdued lighting around the room. In the very front of the room was a little stage, equipped with a projection screens and a karaoke machine, and another small TV to show the singers words. It reminded me faintly of the cozy little bar that Ezra had his reading in those many years ago.

"Ezra! Aria! Over here," yelled a female voice over the loud hustle and bustle of the crowded bar. I looked to find the voice's owner and in the very main section of the restaurant was Aimee, clad in a green dress with a little keyhole cut out in the front, her blonde hair up in a high ponytail, and Greg, in an ensemble similar to Ezra's.

"Hey," said Ezra once we approached the table. We exchanged greetings and hugs, and Ezra and I sat down opposite the couple.

"So," said Aimee, immediately launching into conversation with me, as the two men were already wrapped up in their own little world. "Tell me how you and Ezra met," she finished and I quickly launched into the story that had become so familiar to me. I hadn't used our actual story (we were going to wait until the time was right to tell them), but the fabricated one Ezra and I had made up, which was that he and I met when I was a freshman in college and fell completely in love.

As the night wore on, the boys had fell into conversation with Aimee and myself, and we were having a good time. The waitor had brough Ezra and I an order of fries and I leaned in to whisper to him; "So, we're finally hanging out at a bar with your friends, and sharing a plate of fries. Who would've thought?"

Ezra smiled at me, remembering the night I told him the "forget about theory" and only think of the two us, and crashed his lips to mine.

"You two are so cute," exclaimed Aimee.

"Enough gushy moments. Let's do some karaoke," said Greg. "I'll go first," he said emerging from the table. A few moments later, a voice came over the loudspeaker saying, "Our first contestant for tonight is Greg Andrew, who'll be singing 'Piano Man' by Elton John!"

Ezra wrapped his arm around my waist, and I relaxed into him. "This should be fun," I said, and I was right. Greg had done a nice job in the beginning, but completely buchered the end. He seemed to take it like a man though, even bowing for the applause he was getting. He came back to his seat saying, "Thank you! I'd like to give a shout out to the little people," kissed Aimee, and ordered another beer.

A few more contestants went, and Ezra whispered to me, "I'll be back." He went over the the emcee, whispering his song choice and went up on the stage.

"Hi everyone! Tonight, I guess I'll be singing 'Happiness' by the Fray. This is dedicated to my gorgeous girlfriend, sitting over in the corner with the 'Piano Man'. Aria, baby, I love you,' he said and launched into the song. Within the first few measures, tears sprung to my eyes. Ezra kept glancing to my spot in the back of the room, his smile growing each time, and each time people would turn to look at me in the back, but I didn't really notice them; my eyes were glued to Ezra the entire time.

When he was finished, I jumped up from my chair, and ran to the stage, pouncing on him and attacked his lips with mine. The kiss grew passionate; both of us in our own little bubbled until we heard the hoots and hollers of the crowd in front of us. I pulled away and blushed, but said "I love you," which earned another cheer from the other people in the bar.

I waited a few turns, and then went up to sing "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. I felt in someway it corresponded to our relationship as starcrossed lovers. Ezra smiled the entire time, and when I was finished, he pulled me into his lap and kissed me.

After a few more drinks, the four of us seemed to loosen up a bit. Aimee and I went up onstage to sing "Single Ladies", which was quite the opposite considering the men waiting for us at the table. We were dancing around the stage, and got really into the song, which earned a loud appulase from our audience.

When I came back to the table, Ezra pulled me back to his lap. I saw that he had finished his glass of scotch, and was now on another one.

"You're nottt singlleee," he slurred, indicating that he was drunk.

I laughed and kissed him. He was adorable when he was partially drunk, but his breath smelled strongly like scotch. "How much have you had," I asked almost mother-like. Ezra held up two fingers, while laughing, and swayed his head back and forth.

"Bull," said Greg, was sounded like he had began to become tipsy. "He's had like...umm...5."

"Jesus, Ezra! No mo-," I was beginning to say but was cut off.

"Come on Greg, let's go sing some rock 'n' roll," said Ezra, hazily getting out of his chair. He stumbled once or twice on his way to the stage, but was helped by Greg to get up there. They both belted out "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen, both of the jumping around the stage like college frat boys. It was entertaining for Aimee and I to watch, but I quickly called the waiter over asking for our check.

As we departed from the bar, I declinded Greg's offer for help with Ezra, as he was slightly drunk himself. I was stuggling to keep Ezra up straight, placing my arm around his torso, and held his hand tight. We could've gotten a cab, but we weren't too far away from the townhouse, only a couple blocks, and I thought the fresh air would do him some good. It always did for me, I thought to myself, thinking back to one of the girls and my first frat parties.

"Ariaa, look att all the preeetyy lightss," he slurred again, observing the cities light.

"Yes, Ezra. They are beautiful, but you're going to have to do me a favor. I want you to breathe in an out deeply, and not say a thing. Can you do that?"

He nodded his head, and started to laugh hysterically.

"Ezra, come on. Breathe in when I say in, and breathe out when I say out. Let's go." Thankfully, he complied with my orders all the way home, but the minute we got into the townhouse, he began to laugh uncontrollaby, falling over and bringing me down with him.

"Ezra," I sair firmly, pulling him up. "Come on, sweetie. You should get some sleep." I led him up the stairs and into the bedroom, and he let me change him into a pair of pajama pants. I guided him into the bed, and pulled the covers over him. His eyes closed, but the adorable boyish smile was still on his face, making me go weak. I quickly changed into an oversized tee shirt of his, grabbed a glass of water and some Advil, to help with the massive hangover he would obtain when he woke up, and snuggled into bed next to him. I felt his arms wrap around me, almost pulling me a little too tightly to his chest, but I heard him say "I love you, Aria," perfectly. With that in my mind, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

Awww...Ezra's such a cute drunk lol :D

So, per the reviews, I chose to go with the karaoke bar idea. I can always use Coney Island another time. Maybe all the girls go as a night out or something or a couples night with the gang (maybe samara will come back for emily...or i'll create someone new...idk).

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Next up is the zoo with the family. If you have any other ideas for the chapter, let me know.

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love always,

.soprano.