Please Review! I recently posted a one-shotish story called When the Story of Our Lives Began about Aria and Ezra's daughter growing up and them having to decide what tell them about how they met and fell in love. I reallly like the way that turned out, and itfyou like this story I suggest you check it out.

February 14, 2014, Ezra went up to New York to see Aria. They went to dinner at a low-key restaurant Aria approved of and then she talked Ezra into going dancing. They had limited success on the dancefloor. They ended the night with Toby and Spencer in Ezra's apartment, talking around the coffee table in the living room. It was a night of friendship and good memories. "Perfect," Aria wrote in her journal.

However, the day that would be even more memorable than Valentine's Day was March 27, 2014 when Ezra's book became available to the general public. Aria had read the book and understood where Ezra was coming from when he wrote the book. "It's about my mom," he had told her in December, "and Grandma and Grandpa, us, and the heartache that comes with life's tragedies."

"Sounds like a sad book," she had said, flipping through the pages of the unpublished manuscript.

"A little," he had admitted, "but I like to think it's about life's little joys in the wake of those tragedies."

"What's the title?" she had asked.

"When Angels Fall," Ian told her. They were sitting together on a bench in one the Columbia's courtyards. It was a gray March day.

"What?" asked Aria looking up from her cell phone.

"You asked what I was reading," he replied. "It's called When Angels Fall. I saw in the bookstore window on my way to school this morning and it looked interesting, so I got it," he explained. "It's by Ezra Fitz," he read aloud slowly. He immediately felt Aria stiffen next to him.

Ian ignored her and continued, "I have gotten very far, but it's interesting. You can tell the author put his heart into his writing. Look, on the dedication page he writes: 'To the little girl in the tree house and the extraordinary woman she has become. You knew me when I didn't know myself. I love you.' Doesn't that just make you wonder who this mysterious person is?" Aria stared blankly at her friend. "Are you okay, Aria?" he asked, trying to catch her gaze.

"I uh," Aria cleared her throat. "I need to go. I completely forgot about the reading assignment in our class. I should go do it." Ian watched as she hastily grabbed her bag and walked in the completely opposite direction of the library. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to his book, oblivious to the storm that was about to erupt in Aria's life.

Aria, walking as quickly as she could in two inch heels, ducked behind one of the school's columns. Making sure she was secluded, she speed-dialed the number on her phone and waited impatiently as it rang. "Why didn't you tell me?" she hissed in greeting.

"Tell you what?" Ezra's muffled voice came over the phone.

"Anything," she answered shortly. "The title, the dedication," she said pointedly.

"You knew the title hadn't been set yet when you asked. And the dedication," she could almost hear him shrugging over the phone, "I thought it was obvious."

"And you couldn't tell me?" she sounded upset.

"I thought it would be a nice surprise," he answered. "I'm sorry if you didn't like it."

"It's not that I don't like it," Aria paused and sighed. "What about the 'I love you'?" she asked.

"What's wrong with that?" he protested. "I've told you that many times."

"You haven't," Aria forced herself to calm down before she continued, "You haven't told me that since we got back together."

"I love you," he replied.

Aria half-smiled to herself and then answered. "It just feels so different now," she said. "Not bad, just different."

"We're not exactly the same anymore, Aria," he answered.

"No," she responded. "We're not."

"I don't feel like your dad wants to skin me every time he sees me now," put in Ezra humorously.

"He never wanted to that," exclaimed Aria.

"Oh, I beg to differ," laughed Ezra.

"I miss you," said Aria wistfully. "I wish you weren't in Rosewood."

"You were here two weeks ago."

"I know, but I still miss you," she said.

"I could come over this weekend," he suggested tentatively.

She smiled. "That would be nice."

"I don't want to smother you," admitted Ezra.

"You're not," replied Aria. She leaned her back against the column. "You think I can sleep over?" she asked hopefully.

"Aria," warned Ezra. "We talked about this after what happened last time."

"I know, I know," muttered Aria.

"But," he countered, "we can watch movies together and I can order take out."

"I'd like that," said Aria. She turned her head as she heard voices coming from around the building. "I've to go."

"I'll talk to you later," answered Ezra. He was about hand up his phone when she stopped him.

"Wait," she let out. He heard her uneven breathing on the other end of the line. "I love you."

"I love you too," he answered. That night Aria Montgomery wrote the word angel in her journal and books right next to it.

"Are we almost there?" asked Ezra. My knees are hurting from bending down. It was July 20, 2014, and Aria was covering his eyes with her hands as they walked into his New York apartment.

"Almost," she answered. "Quit whining. It's not my fault that I'm almost a foot shorter than you are." She let him over the threshold of the apartment. Taking one last look for herself, Aria nodded her head in satisfaction with what she saw.

"Fitz owns this?" asked Hanna walking through the apartment. It was June 3, 2014 and Aria had invited her friends to New York to help her redecorate Ezra's apartment. She only had seven weeks until his birthday to get it done.

"I tried telling you," said Spencer smugly. "Aria wouldn't let me."

"Wouldn't let you tell us what?" asked Emily. She was looking at the paint samples Aria had put up on the walls.

Aria sighed. "I didn't let her tell you that his last name is really Fitzgerald."

"He what?" Hanna screeched running back into the living room.

Emily looked at Aria with shock. "You've known about this how long?" she asked, directing her question at Spencer.

"I found out after…" Spencer turned to Aria. "Do you want to tell them?"

Aria rolled her eyes. "Let's just say that his room is sacred ground."

"You slept with Fitz?" let out Hanna excitedly.

"Can we just focus on paint colors?" begged Aria.

"Wait," said Emily. "If he's a Fitzgerald, why was he in Rosewood teaching high school?"

"It's a long story," answered Spencer. "Trust me."

"You sure can keep a secret," said Hanna to Aria.

Aria threw her hands in the air. "It's not that big of a deal. Can we focus on the problem at hand?"She saw Hanna rubbing her hands together gleefully.

"How much is in our budget. We better have enough money to hire painters because this outfit," she gestured to what she was wearing, "cost too much to ruin it with paint."

Emily pursued her lips. "Fine. I vote the teal color."

"Spencer?" asked Aria.

"Navy," she answered decidedly. "I like the navy."

Taking her hands off of Ezra's eyes. She stepped back to shut the door as he surveyed the room. She watched as he looked to the navy walls the brown and black furniture and the beige rug in the living room.

"Do you like it?" she asked breathlessly.

He turned to her. "Very much." He paused a moment to take everything in. "It feels so much more homey." He walked around the room and touched the books that now lay on the coffee table and looked at the photographs on the walls. "Did you take these?"

"Yeah," she answered. "That one," she said, gesturing to one over the fireplace, "is from last year's Christmas. This one," she continued gesturing to the one that sat near a lamp, "is from that fair we went to in May." Her arm moved around the room expressively. "There's a story behind each one." She watched as he meandered into the dining room and then back again. "I got rid of the dining room table," she explained. "It felt too formal," she said, scrunching up her nose.

"I totally agree," he said, walking towards her. "This smaller one feels more like us."

"Us?" she asked looking up to him, his face only a few inches from hers.

"Us," he confirmed. Aria thought he was about to kiss her, but instead he grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway.

"Where are we going?"

"I want to know what the bedroom looks like." He opened the door and smiled at what he saw. It was similar to his bedroom in Rosewood, but it had a distinctly Aria feeling to it. The walls were green and furniture was brown toned, but she had added black accent pieces and brightly colored pieces of artwork. "Come here," he said, pulling her towards him as he sat on the bed. She sat next to him and gladly leaned in as he began to shower her with kisses.

Vigorously kissing him back she undid the first few buttons of his shirt. When he didn't protest she undid the rest of the buttons and insistently pushed it off him. "You're not stopping me?" she murmured.

"Do you want to stop?" he whispered back.

"No." She impatiently tugged off her own shirt, and he helped her peel off the tank top she wore under it.

"You sure you're ready?" he asked taking off his belt.

"I'm sure." He answered her with even more kisses as they fell into the bed.

"Why now?" she would ask as they lay in each other's arms exhausted from the night's activities.

"We were ready now," he would respond.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"Looking at the apartment," he would tell her, "I knew this is where we were supposed to be. Together."

July 22, 2014

Why I have to keep this stupid journal over the summer for my psychology class seems pointless to me. I'm tired, frustrated, and I'd rather be with Toby than stuck doing this. I have no idea how Aria and Ezra do it every day. It would drive me crazy. One more month and it will be all over. I can hardly wait.

Speaking of Aria and Ezra they looked so happy yesterday. They came back to Rosewood on the afternoon train to celebrate Ezra's birthday. It's hard to believe he's twenty-nine. Sometimes he feels so much older than the rest of us. Sometimes he feels so much younger. Something happened between him and Aria. I told him once, a long time ago, that if he ever proposed to Aria he had to get permission from me, Hanna, and Emily as to when, where, and how.

I already know Toby wants to get married. He's been talking about homes and families a lot, especially since Jason got him that job at Mr. DiLaurentis' firm. Sometimes it's hard to remember that Toby grew up in such a broken home. I definitely would not have wanted to live in the same house as Jenna, but Toby seems so happy. Maybe it's because Jenna is going to some blind college in Virginia right now.

Hanna and Emily are happy too. Hanna and Caleb are still growing strong. Emily still hasn't found anyone special since she and Paige broke up. I think she's taking time off to reconnect with her parents. I've reached the two page requirement, so I'm ending this now.

A/N Didn't expect a journal entry from Spencer did you?