Hola! Big update for you guys! I promise, you'll really like this chapter! Thanks to all my amazing reviewers and readers! Big thanks to all my supportive girls on Twitter! Shout out to sburke and dalejrfan0276 for their input on this chapter!

Also, huge thanks to schlagergeten (Mika) on twitter for her suggestion to listen to the song "Nothing" by The Script! It's an amazing song and really comes into play towards the end of the chapter! I suggest listening to it, so you understand why, plus its just an amazing song!

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Ezra POV:

4 days had gone and came after Aria left. I hadn't gone into work, hadn't answered my home phone, hadn't done really much of anything besides lay on my couch with a book, my laptop, several mugs of coffee, and the remote control. I felt horrible with myself; my dreary deposition had affected Clara as well. She had gone to school the first day, but eventually was reduced to just a shell of what was once my buoyant little girl, and it killed me to see her like this. For those 4 days, Clara was constantly curled up in my lap on the couch, mindlessly watching TV, or doing something else. I wasn't angry with Aria, nor was I angry with Clara. I was only angry with myself for letting our depression get to this point.

My hair was such a mess, that when I tried to run my hand nervously through it, it barely went past my hairline. Carelessly, I had dressed in monochromatic gray sweats to take Clara to school. Clara was dressed all in pink as she tried to use the bright color to make her seem happy. We both held our breath, as I pushed open the door the the classroom. I was 2/3 expecting Aria to be gone, and the other 1/3 hoped that she would still be in there. The door opened, and the classroom was empty. Not even the sub had arrived. Clara held back a tears, as I pressed my lips to her hair. "I need you to be strong for me today, Clara. Please," I whispered, and she nodded her head.

I had tried reaching Aria several times, some days practically filling up her answering machine. My messages ranged from simple "I love you's" to complete desperation, which entailed me leaving 10 minute long stanza's pleading for her to come home. It never worked though. Every time my cell would buzz, I would quickly set Clara aside, and spring up from my lethargic position, praying that it was her calling back. It never was. I couldn't think of anything else to do.

And to top it all off, today, of all days was my birthday. I was 29. From experience, I discovered that as we age, life doesn't get easier, but only gets tougher. Mom had called; it was the only time I picked up the phone, to pester me about bringing Clara over for a celebration. The immediate family knew about what had happened, and were trying to help me out, whether it was calling to ask to take Clara to school, or asking to come over to cook dinner for me. I wanted to be alone, though.

My phone buzzed once again, and I leaped up, hoping it was Aria responding to my latest message. But, like every time, it wasn't. It was Mom, asking, well more like demanding me to give her Clara for the night, and for me to go out and enjoy myself on my birthday. I protested saying I'd rather much be at home, but Mom could be extremely convincing and scary when she wanted.

"Clara?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, her blue eyes reaching mine, but lowered quickly.

"You're going to Grammy and Papa's tonight."

"No, Daddy, I want to stay with you," she said, her eyes filling up with tears. "I don't want to leave you," she said, and now the tears had transformed into full on crying.

"Clara, honey, please, shhh," I said, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her.

"I want my Mommy," she sobbed into my tee shirt. There wasn't much I could do with that. "Is there anything you would like to do today to cheer you up?"

"Mommy," she said through tears once again. My heart literally felt like it was being torn in half right then and there.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Anything else?"

"Central Park," she asked, sniffling away her tears. "

"Sure, we need a little bit of sunlight anyway, don't we," I said, trying smile, and I genuinely did for once.

Clara and I arrived home around 5 after a long day on sledding down the massive hills of Central Park. The city acquired about 3 feet of snow, and the hills were slick. The snow was up to at least Clara's waist, so I carried her the entire time. All in all, I think that even under the circumstances, I couldn't have spent my 29th birthday any better. I had laughed more than I had in the past 4 days, and was able to glimpse's of the old Clara. The little twinkle in her blue eyes had reappeared as did the blush in her cheeks. It was a better birthday gift than any material item.

The downside was that when we arrived home, both my daughter and I were sucked into the vortex of sadness. It didn't seem to be as deep as previous times, but it was still evident. When the time came to pack Clara up for her sleepover, she threw a tantrum, clinging onto my shirt, throwing things out of her duffel bag. It was near to impossible to try and calm her down, but strangely enough, the remedy was showing her pictures of Aria. She'd touch Aria's face in the picture, and give me a little smile. It was a sad smile, but a smile none the less.

Clara had ended up choosing two pictures to take along with her to my parents. She chose the picture Aria and I had taken with paper bags over our heads, just for laughs, and then the picture of our first family day in Bryant Park. She seemed to feel a little better, holding onto a piece of Aria. Clara was able to brush away her tears and suck up her sadness for her visit with my parents. She brightened at seeing my parents, and with a tearful goodbye to me, she ran off to help Mom bake brownies.

After dropping off Clara, I drifted back to my living room and retained my position on the couch. I was considering going out and buying myself a small little birthday cake, and sing "Happy Birthday" to myself cynically, but maybe that wasn't the best option. I went into my kitchen, my hands ghosting over my neatly stacked (thanks to Aria) collection of take out menus. I was about to dial the number for a really good Thai dish, when my door slammed open.

"Ezra? Man, where are you!" It was Greg, no doubt ready to take me out on his promised-since-last-year birthday excursion. Except, instead of his promised Ezra/Greg bonding time, Toby and Lucas had accompanied him. They knew what had happened with Aria. Greg didn't. The 3 of them had really gotten to know each other after my engagement party, and Lucas deemed Greg the 4th missing member of our wolf pack.

"In here!"

"What happened to you," he asked. "Where's Aria?" A large lump formed in my throat, and Lucas and Toby gave me an apologetic glance. I swallowed the lump back, "She's gone. We got into a fight. She said some things, I said somethings, and she decided she needed a break for awhile. I don't have any idea where she is, and it's scaring the shit out of me," I said, running a hand through my hair. Greg didn't really know, nor did he need to know how Aria pretended to be Clara's mother. He'd find out when the time is right.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. It must be hell for you."

"It is."

"Come on," said Toby, mobilizing me from my spot against the counter. "You need to get showered and dressed. We're taking you out for your birthday."

"No, guys. Really, it's fine. I have some paperwork I've been putting aside to get done."

"Bullshit, you haven't been in work for days. I was starting to think you died and no one knew about it. Like some sadistic stalker had broken into you're house and killed you and discarded all the evidence," said Greg.

"Wow, Greg. Thanks for the optimism."

"Your welcome. Now get yourself upstairs an into the shower. Don't make me carry you, because that would just be awkward." I didn't have much leeway to protest and decided to comply with the guys' orders.

Call me a pessimist, but I was trying extremely hard to not let myself enjoy the night. I tried to suppress laughter while we watched "The Hangover Part 2". I tried to act as unreachable during conversation. I didn't want to be bothered by probing questions from Greg about what had happened. I didn't want to hear about Hanna or Spencer, because I couldn't talk about Aria. Part of me resented the fact that the guys had taken me out tonight, and the other half was flattered that they cared so much as to pry me from my townhouse.

We were now sitting in some little dive bar, ordering beers. The others were talking about, you guessed it, their girlfriends, while I sulked, staring through the glass of my 2nd bottle of beer.

"Ezra, dude, come on. Talk to us," said Lucas, trying to bring me out of my shell.

"There isn't much, Lucas. Nothing, besides losing the love of my life, has really happened to me. I can't exactly contribute."

"I would've said that taking you out tonight was a horrible idea," said Toby, "But I have a feeling your sulking would've been worse if we left you home alone. Bartender! A round of shots please," he called before turning to me again, "You need to loosen up."

Whether it was from a mix of the alcohol and adrenaline in my system, or some unknown force, a new found determination buzzed through my system as we walked through the streets of New York City. After the first two rounds of shots, I was no longer sulking, but trying to figure out ways to find Aria and bring her home.

"Aria," I called, while we were all walking. So, maybe it was the alcohol. "Aria!"

"Ezra, shut up," said Greg latching onto one of my arms while Toby took the other.

"No! I'm tryingtofindAria," I slurred. I shook off their arms, and walked determinedly down the the street, faltering a few times as I tripped. I stopped in my tracks, a thought crossing my partially incoherent mind. "She's at your house, isn't she," I said, pointing a finger to Lucas.

"No! I-uh...No! No she's not, Ezra," said Lucas frantically, which only tipped it off that she was, or had been there. Either way, I was getting answers. "Let's go," I said, pointing in the direction I thought his townhouse would be in.

"Actually, it's that way," said Lucas readjusting my finger, "And if you really want to go there, fine. But I'm not guaranteeing you anything." I stumbled along, as Greg and Toby held me up, while Lucas directed the way to his house. I could feel the slight buzz wearing off, and as the buzz wore off, pure determination because evident. I wasn't going to sit back and sulk anymore. I needed to fight for what I wanted; and what I wanted was Aria. It was about time I fought for her too.

Lucas let us inside the townhouse when we arrived, and I marched straight into the living room and found Hanna watching some chick flick, with a bowl of popcorn in hand.

"Ezra," she said, shocked, "What a-a surprise," she said nervously.

"Where's Aria," I pleaded. "Please Hanna, I know you know where she is. I can't be without her any longer. Is she here," I asked, leaving the room and was about to go down the hallway when Hanna's voice stopped me.

"She's not here! I can't tell you where she is exactly, but it's not here."

"Please Hanna, you've got to tell me. I don't quite know what to do anymore. I thought wallowing would make the pain go away, but it didn't. Clara's been torn in two, she's not herself anymore. She's lifeless. I've lost my baby girl," I said, tears forming. "And I've lost sight of myself. I need to find her Hanna, please."

"She's somewhere where she needs to clear her mind," she stated.

"I need more than that Hanna! Please," I said raising my voice out of frustration.

"I can't tell you, Ezra," Hanna, said raising her voice as well.

"Hanna, tell me where she is! I need to find Aria," I said, my voice's level raising once more. Out of frustration, Hanna yelled back, "She's in Philly! She needed to think things throught!"

"Like what? Like how she would get over me?"

"No! Like the fact she's pregnant with your baby," she blurted and then immediately placed a hand over her mouth. "Shit, I wasn't supposed to tell you that."

My head started to spin. Aria was pregnant, and she was gone, and now, she was off in Philly with our unborn child. Our unborn child. Aria was pregnant.

"Aria's pregnant?"

"Yes," said Hanna, exasperatedly. "She is."

"Aria's pregnant," I said, but it sounded much more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, Ezra. We've established that. Geez, and you were the teacher here!" I wrapped Hanna up in a hug."Thank you so much, Hanna," I said joyously. "If there's anything you ever need, let me know. You just did me the biggest favor."

I left the townhouse giddily. I was off the Philly to get back my girl, and my baby.

"Mom," I said, cradling the phone against my shoulder as I packed up a suit case. "I need you to take care of Clara for a few days. Yes, everything is going to be fine...I know where Aria is. What to tell her? Umm...tell her that Daddy is going to bring Mommy back," I said smiling as I hung up the phone.

So, what did you think of determined/i'm going to get my girl Ezra? We need to see determined Ezra more in the show, preferably Season 2 with the new love interest!

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