Wow! The response to the last chapter was completely overwhelming! I promise though, everything will get better! Thanks to my readers, reviewers (i loved that practically all of you came out to respond to the last chapter!), dalejrfan0276 (for their ideas), and especially to my girls on twitter! You're support is everything!

Please though, no hate mail! The drama is all part of the story! The next chapter will bring an Ezra that we haven't seen, but are dying too!

Disclaimer: I still don't own PLL

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Ezra POV:

I woke up the next morning, wishing that what had transpired last night was just a dream. My arms felt around, trying to grasp onto what I was hoping to be a warm body, but instead I had gathered the white rumpled sheets. I was usually a man who keeps his emotions bottled up, but in these circumstances, it was close to impossible. Soft wet spots appeared on my pillow, but I quickly brushed them away and sat up in bed. Out of habit, my hand traveled to the back of my neck, and I rubbed the spot my hand was resting on, but drew it away quickly; Aria's lips had only touched that spot a few days ago, and I wouldn't probably never feel them there again. Just the thought caused my eyes to tear up.

I glanced over to my clock, noticing it was 5:30 in the morning. I let out a groan, as it was Monday and I would have to go teach, with the constant reminder of Aria sitting on my desk in the form of a photo. I knew that I wouldn't store it away in the confines of my desk drawer. Unable to fall back into the sheets, and allow myself to sleep for another half hour, I went downstairs and brewed myself a fresh cup of coffee, which seemed to defrazzle my nerves. My mug accompanied me into my study as I flipped open my laptop, which was still humming with activity. I pulled up Facebook's homepage, which told me the recent new of what was going on with my friends. I only cared about one person though.

Vera Fitz just got offered to take pictures for a major photo shoot for Vogue!

Hardy Mitchell about to take the girlfriend out!

Emily Fields…wow…

Aria Montgomery is no longer listed as "engaged"

I sucked in a huge intake of breath, and felt my heart shatter into a billion tiny pieces. It was there; clear in black and white and for all the world to see, that Aria and I were done. Over. Finished. And I didn't like it. There wasn't much I could do though. I felt an overwhelming sickness consume me, as I picked up the phone and called in sick for work. I had lost her, and it going to be hell trying to get her back, when the time was right. I collapsed onto my couch, and started thoughtlessly out the window, wondering where we had gone wrong.

Aria POV:

My heart felt like it was being wrenched out of my chest as I clicked the "single" option on my Facebook page. Actually, the girls had me change it last night, but I couldn't bring myself to keep it that way, and once I was sure they were all asleep, I snuck onto my laptop the change it. Emily, trying to do what's good for mankind, caught my indiscretion and reported it to Hanna, who was now standing behind me, making sure I wouldn't go back.

"Honey, are you ok," asked Hanna, who placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I held back a cry, Hanna had already seen enough tears to last them almost 2 years worth of heartbreak. The rest of the girls weren't here, but we put on Facebook and Aria-watch, under Sergent Hanna's strict orders. I didn't answer her question, only nodded my head and sniffled away my sorrows.

"I'm going back to bed," I said, and placed an arm protectively around my stomach. I had tried to fall back asleep, but my mind was plagued with dreams of Clara telling me she hated me, and Ezra's face when I left. I had told myself not to look back, but it was almost impossible. I thought my tear ducts were dry, but unfortunately, I was wrong, as another wave of desperation washed over me. My phone was in hand and I scrolled through and found Ezra's number, preparing to call him and tell him I was coming home, but I couldn't. My hands floated down to the small bump that was now beginning to form, an action I seemed to be doing a lot lately, and began to sob.

"He doesn't know about the baby, does he," sounded Hanna's voice from the doorway. The sound of my cries increased, signalling "yes". "Honey," she said, smoothing out my hair, "Everything will be fine. It'll all work out. You two are soul-mates; there's nothing that they universe can do to fully tear the two of you apart."

"I..I guess. I just need some time to think, you know. Away from the hustle and bustle. I need to sort out how I feel, and how and if I'm ever going to tell him about the baby."

"I've got the perfect idea then," said Hanna a smile, springing to her face.

Ezra POV:

I awoke much too soon from my fit of slumber, but Clara, who nuzzled her way into my arms. Her usual sparkling blue eyes, were dull, a reflection of my very own. Aria leaving had taken a toll on Clara as much as myself.

"Daddy, I miss Mommy," she cried softly in my arms. "I didn't mean to upset her, but I was just so angry. I want her back. I want my Mommy, and I want her to adopt me," she said, her tears beginning to flow more and more with each passing second.

"I know, Baby. I know. I miss your Mommy too," I said, allowing a few tears to roll down my cheeks. I laid there, holding onto my baby girl for a few moments, until I sat up, taking her with me. I brushed away the tears from her face and looked at Clara determinedly. "Come on. You're gonna have a good day at school. I know it'll be hard, but just act like Mommy's going on a little vacation with your aunts. Could you be strong for me Clara, please?"

"I can," she said, her small voice wavering. "I love you, Daddy. Promise me you'll get Mommy back?"

"I promise you Clara. I love you and her too much to allow everything to just slip away."

Aria POV:

It wasn't even an hour, until Hanna had booked tickets for me to go home to Rosewood. Of course, I'd be spending more time on my own in Philly. I didn't want to be around my family, who would be inquiring about the baby (yes, they knew) and what had happened. All I needed was myself, my clothes, and my baby. I was now sitting on a plane, holding a copy of "To Kill A Mocking Bird" close to my chest, trying to choke back the tears that went along with the book.

It was like I wanted to torture myself by staring at Ezra's number longingly in my contacts, or re-reading our favorite parts of our favorite book, or gazing at the picture we had from happier times. The part of me who wanted to appear strong thought this was a way of helping me move on, but deep down, I knew it wasn't. It was only giving into that urge of turning right around and back into his arms. But it wasn't like I didn't want to go that route; I wanted to. So badly. But I knew that it wouldn't solve anything. I needed to figure out what was going on with me first, before I could go back into my safe shelter of Ezra's arms.

There you have it! Some emotion and sadness before something HUGE and GOOD for their relationship happens! As I said, we see a side of Ezra that everyone has been DYING to see!

I know it was short, but please review! It really means the world to me and isn't to difficult to do! Just some typing and click!

love always,

.soprano.