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Ezra POV:

I woke up the next morning with a groan. My head pounded; I felt like there was some unknown force trying to beat down the walls of my skull. I quickly looked to my right, my mind whirring at the movement, to see Aria curled up with her back pressing lightly against my chest. I smiled, but the scrunching of my face only enhanced the hangover's headache and I fell back against my pillow, another large groan escaping my mouth.

What had happened last night? All I could recall was singing to Aria and then having one to many tumblers of scotch. I hadn't gotten this wasted since my junior year of college with Hardy. We had gone to some huge frat party, and while Hardy chose the risky route of liking salt of some poor girl's navel, I stuck with downing 2 beers and 2 glasses of scotch. Hardy and I woke up the next morning sprawled out on the floor of the frat house. I turned again, and looked to my nightstand to find an immediate cure to the hell I was enduring; Advil. I popped the small caplets into my mouth, took a swig of water, and fell back down to the bed. Aria turned over, and snuggled into my body, only a thin tee shirt keeping our bodies apart. I rested my arms around her waist and settled into the soft sheets, waiting for the medicine to do its magic.

I listen to Aria's peaceful breathing, simply an intake of breath and then an exhale. Sometimes she gave a little sign as she exhaled, which was quite adorable. Her heart shaped lips were pressed into a line that was slightly upturned into a smile. Her eyelids were shut, but the thick eyes lashes rimming her eyes seemed to fan out. Even sleeping, Aria was beautiful. While I waiting for the Advil to kick in, I relfected on the first time we met.

She was sophistocated and smart, not to mention beautiful. I saw her when she arrived into Snookers, and waited to make my move. For the first time, I felt a craving ache in my body for a person. It was as if I needed to speak with her to satiate it. Of course, when we had started talking, it took almost everything I had not to wrap my arms around her small form and smother her lips with my own.

Aria's raspy voice pulled me from my thinking as she whispered, "Ezra, I love you." Her eyes were still shut, but the upturned corners of her mouth grew and a full smile appeared in it's place. With her in my arms, I felt whole again. There was always something missing during the 6 years we were apart, but everything now was back in it's place.

Soon, I could feel the Advil kicking in, and quickly drifted back off to sleep.

Aria POV:

I woke up around 11 a.m., to see the Advil tablets gone, and half of the water glass empty. Ezra was laying beside me, one arm crossed over his face, as if to shield them from the sun's rays. I giggled silently to myself, and got up out of bed. The day outside was beautiful, perfect for out escapade to the zoo with my parents.

I quickly checked my cell phone, that was buzzing with two new text messages. One from my mom and one from Hanna.

Hanna: Goodmorning, hope you and Fitzy are well! Clara is great, she's awake and asking for you and Ezra. Beware of her new wardrobe though ;)

Text me when you're coming to get her

xoxo, Hanna

Ella: Goodmorning sweetheart! How does meeting at 2 sound? Let me know!

Love, Mom

I quickly texted her back, saying two would be perfect, changed into some sweatpants and a small NYU tee shirt, and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I wrote out a quick not to Ezra, telling him I was going to pick up Clara, and left, while texting Hanna that I was on my way.

"Now, Clara. We're going to have to be very quiet when we go inside. Daddy may still be sleeping," I said to my daughter, carefully choosing my words. I wasn't about to explain to a 5 year old that her father drank too much and had a hangover.

"Ok! Shhh," said Clara giggling as we went inside. I led her to her room, and we placed the millions of shopping bags down on the floor. Turns out, last night the girls took Clara on a major shopping spree, almost buying out every children's store in the city. Once she was settled, I went back to my room, and found that Ezra's side of the bed was empty, and the bathroom light was on.

"Hangover's suck," said Ezra, emerging from the bathroom, wiping his mouth. Not to go into it, but he was obviously experincing the symptoms.

"I'm sorry, Baby," I said wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Its not you fault, honey. I was the stupid one who had too many drinks. I don't think I was ever that wasted since college," said Ezra, laughing which caused the boyish smile I loved so much to appear on his face. He brought his lips down to meet mine, but I turned away.

"Sorry, hun, but you're going to have to brush your teeth before you kiss me again. Come on! We're supposed to meet my parents and Mike at 2."

Our little trio donned sunglasses as we approached my parents waiting at the entrance. Ezra had his for...well...his hangover (which mostly had gone away, but he was sensitive to the light), and Clara had insisted that she and I wear them so we could all match.

"Hey honey," said Ella as she walked over to meet us, wrapping me up in a hug. She even hugged Ezra to say hello.

"Grandma," said Clara, launching herself into Mom's arms.

"Hi sweetie," said Ella, giving Clara a little kiss on the nose, causing Ezra and I both to smile. Ella brought Clara over to see the rest of my family and Ezra and I trailed behind, my hand held in his.

"So," I whispered. "How's the Advil treating you?"

"Shut up," he said pressing his lips against mine.

"Hi Grandpa," said Clara, and she ran over to Byron to hug him. After Ezra had brought Dad down from his ranting and raving, Clara warmed up to him right away. I could see Mike sneak up behind Clara and pick her up from the waist and hold her to his chest.

"How's my favorite niece doing," he asked, and Clara giggled.

"She's your only niece," said Ezra, laughing as we made our way over to where the rest of my family stood.

"Hey man," said Mike, giving Ezra a high five.

"Sis," he said, nodding to me, and then pulled me into a hug. Mike then siddled up next to Ezra and said, "So...massive hangover?"

"How did yo-," said Ezra, but Mike cut him off.

"I have my ways. You forgot, I'm in college," Mike said, and then ran off to catch Clara and put her up on his shoulders.

"Your brother...," said Ezra, exaperatedly.

"I know, I know. He's a special one," I said pressing my lips to his, and then we ran off the catch up with the rest of the clan.

A few hours and a lunch later, Clara was back on the ground, holding onto Ezra's hand. He had finally taken off his sunglasses, and Clara said that she and I now had to take them off as well. Clara had already pointed out that the family of prarie dogs was like the 6 of us. There was the grandpa, grandma, uncle, mommy, daddy, and baby.

She and Mike were decked out in matching hats that had giraffes on them (which I learned to be her favorite animal). She had been waiting patiently all day to get to the giraffe area, and as we were finally approaching, Clara squealed with laughter.

"Daddy! Look! Giraffes! Lift me up so I can see, please," she pleaded, and Ezra lifted her onto his shoulders. As we came nearer, her excitement grew and she was practically bouncing on top of Ezra's shoulders.

"I've never seen a giraffe this close before!"

Clara made sure we stayed at that exhibit for over a half hour. She took the time to precisely name each giraffe, and told her newfound "friends" that she'd be back to see them another time.

My family left earlier than the three of us did, as they had to catch their plane and pack up their hotel room. As we said our goodbyes, I head my father tell Clara he loved her, which made my heart leap a little. It felt good to know he was accepting my decisions. Clara then begged Ezra and I to take her into the gift shop, so she could buy a stuffed giraffe. At first, Ezra was reluctant; he was tired, and his head was starting to hurt again, but Clara gave him the puppy dog eyes, and he gave in quickly.

She picked the first giraffe we saw, a medium sized, soft plush animal, and Ezra took Clara to the cash register to pay for it. I, on the other hand, had picked out a small tiger stuffed animal while they weren't looking, and quickly paid for it, stuffing it into my bag. I had a trick up my sleeve for Ezra, later.

On the way home, Clara named her giraffe, Martin, and was proudly telling Ezra and I his entire backstory that she had made up on the spot. When we got inside, I quickly whipped up some pasta, and we ate a quick dinner. Clara had been falling asleep in her chair, so Ezra and I took her upstairs and put her to bed, after a long day. The only thing different was that tonight, Clara had both Ariel and Martin in her arms as she fell asleep.

After cleaning up from dinner, Ezra and I retreating into the living room, and I fished out my little tiger, hiding it behind my back, as well as the DVD I had picked out for us to watch tonight.

"Watcha got there," said Ezra, trying to pull me down onto the couch so he could get a glimpse of what I was holding, but I stayed firmly upright.

"This," I said producing the tiger from behind my back, "Is Mike Tyson. He is a symbol to remind you never to get that wasted again otherwise you'll have a massive...HANGOVER," I said, pulling the DVD case holding "The Hangover" from behind my back. I laughed at my own little joke, and Ezra groaned.

"You're going to tease me about this for the rest of my life," he said, laughing.

"Of course," I said popping the DVD into the player. "What are girlfriends for," I finished, snuggling into his arms as the movie started to play.

The giraffes and naming them was inspired by my best friend and I. When we have to watch one of those "Planet Earth" movies on science class, we name every animal, and she always names one of them Martin lol

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.soprano.