I sat on the couch next to Ezra. My mom and dad sitting in the chairs across from us.

"So what is it we need to talk about? I thought we already discussed the Aria and Ezra problem. We aren't starting that up again are we?" My mom asked looking at me dead in the eye.

"No mom." I muttered under my breath. Then I looked at my dad, "I can't do this. Dad don't make me tell her, not like this." Tears slid down my cheeks. I wanted so bad just to burry my face in Ezra's chest and cry. But I knew that wouldn't be a good idea with my parents less than 3 feet away from us. To my surprise, Ezra did wipe the tears from my face and kiss my cheek.

"Ezra!" My dad barked "I want you to tell Ella if Aria wont."

"For the love of god Byron! Just tell me what's going on with my daughter."

Ezra spoke up, "Aria is pregnant with my baby."

There was an icy cold silence. Tears broke from my mother's glassy stair in her eyes.

"Mom, I'm sorry." She looked at me then at Ezra.

"I wish you two the best, but don't ask me to support you with any kind of money."

"I wasn't going to ask for money." I said, placing my hand on my stomach in a motherly way.

"Good." She paused, "I'm disappointed in you Aria. Ok, well, it's time for me to leave. Good bye Byron… and Ezra." I could tell she still had tears in her eyes as she walked out of the house and into her car. My dad waited until my mom was gone before he spoke again.

"Aria go pack your stuff."

"Your kicking me out now too?" Ezra turned and looked at me with guilt in his eyes. "Ezra, I didn't mean it like that-"

"I know." He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Go pack now!" My dad yelled

"Ok ok, Ezra I'll meet you in the car."

Ezra cocked his head, "Don't you need help?"

"No, but I will need help finding a place to live."

"We can talk about that later." Ezra said obviously meaning he was uncomfortable talking about the subject with my dad in the room. I go up to my room while Ezra goes out to the car. I grab an old suitcase from my closet and pack my some close, pictures, and my books. Then I saw the stuffed lamb my dad gave me. I had to take it, the baby might want it someday. It was awkward going downstairs and out the door. My dad wasn't in sight, no goodbye, no good luck, just silence. I walked to Ezra's car and got in. His face was cold and stiff.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He held up his phone. It read,

I know about your little mistake. Trust me, it will be your last. Oh and morning pains are a bitch.

-A

"Aria, A knows." He said hugging me.

"I think I should get an abortion."

"Aria! No not all the sudden! I know it's only been 4 days but I'm not one to just go and kill off babies."

"Well I mean when I told you-"

"Ok why do you keep bringing that up?!"

"BECAUSE YOU KICKED ME OUT!"

"There's no reason to yell at me."

"I'm sorry." I said kissing his lips, "But this hasn't been easy on me either, darling."

"I know. But what now?! A knows how are we going to keep you and the baby safe."

"We just have to keep trying. We can't let –A see are weak side."

"Your right." He said kissing me then starting up the car.

"So where am I going to live?" I asked confused about earlier at my old house.

"With me."

I smiled, I liked that idea. A lot. "Ok, sounds great."

"And Aria, listen, unless you're at school, or with me, I don't want you leaving by yourself. ok?"

"Why?!"

"-A knows now. It's not safe."

I sighed, "Ok. I won't go out. But what if I'm with the girls?"

"That's when you get in the most trouble!" Ezra laughed a little, then started to drive out of my old houses driveway.

"Fine. But do you think maybe we could all do something? Like grab lunch or something. I haven't had time to talk to them that much about everything." I hadn't been at school for the last three days because I was out "sick". I was sick, but only with morning sickness.

"Sure." Ezra said checking the digital green clock on the dashboard. "But it's only 10:30am."

"Maybe we could grab lunch with them?"

"Ok, text them." He said putting his one free hand on my, still sore, back and the other on the steering wheel. He glanced over at me while I was getting my phone out. I smiled at him then went back to texting the girls. Ezra kept looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." He traced the -A scar on my back with his finger then felt over the fingernail mark. I tried not to wince. "I'm sorry. But that scar, it bothers me. If we could just find a fit to that fingernail mark…"

"Ezra that's crazy! And even if we did find a match then what?" I said still texting.

"We're one step closer to being safe."

"Maybe. Oh, and the girls want to meet at the coffee shop, like, right now."

"Ok." Ezra said dropping the topic. We drove to the coffee shop, filling the awkward silences with the blaring radio of old hits from the 80's. As we pulled up to the coffee shop, we saw Mona standing outside. Just waiting. Watching. Us maybe.