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As I folded a few of the shirts I had brought from my house when I packed to leave, I thought of Ezra's relationship to 'A'; if there was one and what it would mean for us if there was. I shuddered at the thought of my fiancé and father of my unborn baby working with the psychopath that has tormented my friends and I for the last year and a half. But then I remembered that Ezra was a genuine person and if he was working for 'A', it was probably for a good reason. Be that as it may, it was hard to think that there was ever a good reason to work for that twisted bitch.

Ezra was setting the Chinese food that we had picked up on our way to his apartment on the table. I looked over my shoulder at him and I knew that he would never do anything to hurt me. He loved me and I loved him.

As I sat down to eat dinner with him, I tried my best to not think about Ezra and 'A' having any relationship with one another, but I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Truth be told, I knew that he was up to something since we began getting serious. He was always so paranoid whenever I mentioned the latest text from 'A' or when he heard Hanna, Emily or Spencer talking about the last incident involving that bitch. I just didn't know if I could ever tell him my theory about him possibly working with my arch nemesis, especially amidst my pregnancy and our engagement. I knew that if he did confess to anything, it would be hard to forgive and forget, but I knew I could. I loved him so much and I never wanted to lose him.

About halfway through our meal, Ezra reached to hold my hand across the dinner table. I held his larger, manlier hand in my much smaller one as we stared into each other's eyes. There was a silence in that moment that wasn't like any other silences you've ever heard. This silence felt comforting, almost like you felt safer in the dark and quiet than in the crowded supermarket or mall. I felt so much less afraid with him than I did in my own house, even before the incident. I never wanted that to change. Soon, Ezra broke this intense yet assuaging silence.

"Seraphina." He said with a smile. I didn't know what he was attempting to tell me, but I knew that this was an extremely odd thing to say.

"What?" I replied. I looked at him with confusion in my eyes and he frowned ever so slightly. He laughed a little at himself and squeezed my hand which he still held.

"It's a name. A girl's name." He said. I finally caught on to what he was trying to tell me and I laughed at myself for not realizing it sooner.

"It's beautiful, Ez." I replied. I saw his eyes lighten up, and that made me happy.

There was another silence that filled the room as I ate a bite of my Chinese food that sat in front of me. It only lasted for a second, though. I broke it soon after.

"Tennyson." I said, breaking the silence. Ezra got really wide eyed for a second before flashing a huge smile. I could tell that he liked the name.

"I like the way you think, babe. And I LOVE that name. How'd you know that he was one of my favorite poets?" He replied, squeezing my hand a little as he did. I smiled back at him as I put down my fork and pointed at a poster on the wall above his desk.

"Well, your Alfred Lord Tennyson poster kinda gave it away."

As I said this, he snorted a little as he laughed. He became red in the face as I laughed at him. He noticed my laughter and laughed a little back at me. I smirked and he smirked back.

"What?" I said, smirking at him from across the table. Soon, he was getting up and in a flash, he was scooping me up from my chair and sitting on the couch with me in his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed my cheek.

"Your laugh is cute. Almost as cute as you are." He replied, stroking my cheek with his hand. I kissed him and he kissed me back. I had already forgotten about dinner, which still sat on the table.

A bit later, Ezra sat at his desk looking at a real estate website and I was standing at the counter. As I took the key lime pie out of it's box, I saw Ezra perk up a bit. I looked over at him, and he motioned for me to look at whatever he was looking at. I abandoned my knife and fork at the kitchen counter and headed over to his desk.

"Look at this one." He said as he clicked at his mouse until pictures of the house came up larger on the tinted screen. My eyes widened in ecstasy and awe at the house on the screen. It was small, but not too small. It was an old victorian style home with a large porch area and a white picket fence. It was literally my dream home, and I think Ezra knew this. "You like?"

"Like?" I replied, anticipation and ecstasy building up inside me. "I LOVE!" He laughed as he clicked at an 'X' at the top right corner of the page and the pictures went away.

"That's good, because I just placed an offer." He said, pulling up another tab with his offer to the owner of the house in the center of the webpage. I covered my mouth with my hands and Ezra stood up and pulled me into a hug. We made out (I absolutely hate that term, so I will not use it often) for awhile before I reminded him that I had dessert ready. He smiled and released me from our embrace. We walked over to his table and he sat down as I went and got the pie from the counter.

"Why pie?" He asked, smirking at me. I wanted to laugh, but I held it back.

"Why not pie?" I responded as I placed a slice on a plate and slid it in front of him. "And I'm craving it. I have been craving it. For, like, a week."

We both laughed and I sat down with a slice of pie for myself. We ate, laughed, joked and exchanged various baby names ranging from 'Aaron' to 'Zoe' for an hour. Then, there was a knock at the door. Ezra and I looked at each other and I ran into the bathroom in order to hide from whoever was at the door. Hopefully, this unusual habit would stop soon, as he and I were about to get married AND have a baby in a matter of months. To my relief, I heard a familiar voice at the door. I smiled and stepped out from behind the bathroom door to see Spencer standing outside the door.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I thought I might find you here. Aria wasn't home and your address was in the directory in the school's address book." She said, looking at me. I stepped forward and looked at her. She was obviously scared of something, and I had a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked, walking to the door where Ezra stood. He put his arm around my shoulders and Spencer cleared her throat a bit.

"Aria, it's about Mike. Your mom called me to ask where you were because she didn't know where he had gone. She thought he might be with you."

I panicked for a moment before realizing that Mike was my little brother. When it came to his whereabouts, it's like he had a chip in his neck and I was the one behind the computer tracking it. I knew that Ezra and Mike had really bonded, especially after he began working with my mom and started coming to dinners at our home. I did not, however, know how much they had gotten to know each other.

"I think I might know where he is." Ezra and I said at the exact same time. We both looked at each other with surprise, and then we started to laugh. We had almost forgotten the circumstances and Spencer had begun to tap her foot impatiently on the tile floor of the hallway.

"Okay, let's go. Aria, your mom is worried about him." Spencer said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the hallway. "You too, Ezra."

As she said his real name instead of his formal teacher's title, she quickly apologized and Ezra assured her that it was more than okay to call him by his first name outside the classroom. She grinned and pulled us both out into the hallway.

Soon, we were all in Ezra's car, speeding down the street and the only light available came from a series of street lamps which lined the main road like luminescent trees. Ezra and I held hands the entire way, which I could tell made Spencer uncomfortable, as she was still trying to get used to the fact that her former English teacher was now her best friend's fiancé. We both knew exactly where to look, as we were both exchanging the exact same directions. We soon realized this and laughed at our almost-telepathic knowledge of each other.

We soon pulled up at an abandoned playground and saw a shadowy figure sitting slumped over on the swings. I knew it was Mike who sat there, so I opened the door immediately and ran over to him. He was surrounded by empty bottles of beer and whiskey. Ezra and Spencer got out of the car soon after and ran over to me. Spencer took at step back as Ezra held my hand and we took a few steps forward. He probably heard us walking, so he turned his head. I could tell that he had been crying, so Ezra let go of me and I slowly approached my brother who was in desperate need of consolation.

"Mike?" I asked softly. He turned his entire body to face me and I walked over to him. He threw an empty glass bottle angrily at a nearby tree, which made it shatter and glass flew around the shaft of the tree. I was shocked, but Mike was my brother. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me, right? Either way, Ezra saw what he had done and became worried for my safety. So, he ran up to me and put his hand around my waist. Mike saw this and became confused.

"Mr. Fitz? What are you doing here?" He asked, taking another swig of whiskey. I promptly walked angrily over to him and smacked the alcoholic beverage out of his hand. He became defensive and stood up, preparing to fight me. The reality was, I didn't want to fight him. I just wanted to bring him home safely. Ezra ran over in order to stop the potential fight and Spencer soon followed. Mike began to get frustrated at his lack of knowledge of the situation, and he began to raise his voice.

"What the hell is this?!" He said, pointing at Ezra, whose arm was around my waist. Ezra let me go and I took a step forward.

"I promise to explain later, but Mom is worried about you. You need to go back the hotel." I replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. He promptly shrugged it off and he saw the glimmer of the diamond on my engagement ring. He shook his head and grew even angrier.

"Why the hell should I go back there?! Aria, Dad is at the police station right now for beating people at a hospital. Didn't you hear?!" He said as he sat down on the swing and began crying again. I told the others to wait in the car and Ezra hesitated for a moment.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" He asked as Spencer began walking back to the car.

"Ezra, I'll be fine. Trust me." I replied, squeezing his hand before looking back at Mike. He had a very confused look about him and was still crying. Ezra nodded and headed back to the car with Spencer. I walked over to the swing set and took at seat beside my distraught younger brother.

"Mike, didn't Mom tell you? I was in a car accident the other day." I said. Mike looked at me with fear in his eyes. Obviously, my mother did not tell him. Although I didn't know why she would leave him in the dark on such an important thing, I understood why she would be scared to tell him. She was probably already getting divorce papers from the agency.

"No." He replied, looking down at his feet. He finally realized that he was being rude, and he looked at me with tears forming in his eyes once again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. They had to put a few stitches in my head, but nothing too serious." I replied. I moved my hand to the back of my head where the stitches were.

"Do they know who did it?" He asked. I was incredibly scared to tell him, but I knew I had to. I couldn't let my younger brother go around town telling all his friends that his father was wrongly accused of something when he was actually completely guilty. Byron Montgomery was incredibly dangerous, and I had to tell that to Mike.

"Yeah. I-" I had to pause as I said this because I was trying to choke back tears. Mike noticed this, and he got really scared. I think he was beginning to catch on. "I think they knew who it was after the incident in the hospital."

"Aria, what incident are you talking about? Why the hell aren't you telling me anything?!" Mike said, raising his voice. It was now or never.

"Mike, it was Dad. He hit me with his car and he didn't like the fact that I knew so he slapped me. He threw Mom against a wall and I thought that he was going to seriously hurt us, but he didn't. Ezra came in and stopped him. Dad is in prison for hurting Mom and I and potentially two others." As I finished talking, I was beginning to cry again. Mike was in shock. He grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at the ground, making it shatter into a thousand pieces. I flinched at the sudden sound of glass shattering. As he calmed down, I heard him ask something as he sat back down on a swing.

"Who did he almost hurt?" He asked, softly. Great. I knew that if I dropped another truth bomb on my poor brother right now, it'll just make him more upset. Telling your fifteen year old brother that you're going to be marrying your former English teacher who also happens to be the father of your unborn child could cause some major drama, and I could absolutely see why. But, it needed to be done. Maybe, he could keep our relationship a secret just for one and a half months. We'll be gone by then.

"He almost hurt Ezra and our baby. I'm pregnant." I whispered, even quieter than Mike. I think he heard the words 'Ezra' and 'pregnant' though, as he began to hyperventilate behind me. When Mike started breathing heavily, he wasn't getting anxious. He was getting angry.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked, standing up. I knew he was angry, but I had to ask him to keep it a secret just for a couple weeks. "Aria you have to tell-"

"Mike, I can't do that. Just, please keep this a secret for a couple weeks. I'll be married and moved out by then and you'll never have to see us again." I replied, cutting him off. He just stared at me for the longest time and I was beginning to grow uncomfortable.

"Aria, I won't tell anyone. You need to tell them when you're ready." He replied. He was beginning to smile, too. That was surprisingly easy. I began fumbling through my purse to find my wallet. I opened it and handed it to him. The photo was in the front pocket of my wallet, so he had to have seen it. He was now smiling for sure, and he handed me my wallet.

"If you and Mr. Fitz move away in a couple weeks, can I at least come and visit my niece or nephew?" He asked, standing up. I nodded and stood up to hug him. I knew that Spencer and Ezra had seen this, because I heard Spencer calling us to the car and claiming that she was freezing her gluteus maximus off. We laughed and I walked him to the car. As I got in, I remembered to do something. I grabbed a cold bottle of water and ran over to Mike's car door. I opened it and dumped it all on his head. He looked at me, obviously annoyed and I laughed.

"What?" I asked, hands on my hips. "I had to sober you up somehow before I brought you back to Mom. And don't you dare think of throwing a punch at me. I'm carrying more than just an empty bottle of water, you know." He laughed at me as I handed him my sweatshirt to dry off with and sat him in the car. I got in the car myself and Ezra looked at me with joy in his eyes.

"So Mike, I think you know what's going on. And you're the only person in your family that I'll ever be able to ask this of without getting a bloody jaw and a jail sentence." Ezra said, looking back at Mike as he clicked his seatbelt together. He looked up and him, confused.

"What's that, Mr. Fitz?" He asked. Ezra held my hand and I held his. I personally had absolutely no idea what my fiancé was doing, but I knew that it was going to be good.

"Do I have your blessing to marry your sister?" Ezra asked as he kissed me on the forehead. I held my hand over my mouth and Ezra raised an eyebrow at Mike while grinning. Mike looked at him and smiled. I think we all forgot that Spencer was in the car with us. She looked like she was almost on the verge of tears as she watched this incredibly romantic moment unfold as if it were a soap opera.

"If you treat her right, then yes. Mr. Fitz, you have my blessing to marry Aria." Mike replied while smiling. This was the most adorable moment I've ever witnessed, for after Mike agreed to Ezra's and my marriage, they shook hands and I hugged Mike. Then, I looked over at Spencer who was now crying and subtly clapping her hands.

"Oh, wait. So I'm not home watching The Young and the Restless?" She said, her face turning red as we giggled at her.

"Nope." Ezra replied as he looked around at everyone in the car with him in an abandoned playground in the middle of nowhere. "This is completely real."

He kissed me and Spencer's instincts kicked in, so she covered Mike's eyes. She then realized that she was doing that, and Mike was laughing at her. She began laughing at herself as well. I had given Spencer the folder and pictures for awhile so that my parents wouldn't find them while I was looking for Mike. She pulled one out of the folder and handed it to Mike.

"Ready to be an uncle?" She asked him. Mike liked Spencer the most out of all my friends. He thought that Hanna was too overdramatic and Emily was too laid back. I loved all my friends the same, but I could see why Mike appreciated Spencer's company the best. I mean, she tutored him all through his seventh and eighth grade years. Spencer was like an older sister to my brother, along with Hanna and Emily. But we all have a favorite sibling, no matter how much we may deny it.

"Yeah." He replied, taking the photo she held in her hand. "Yeah, I think I am."

He looked at the picture closely before looking at Ezra and I, who still were locking lips. He tapped me lightly on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry to interrupt whatever this is, but please save it for the honeymoon. Also, you're really going to hate me for saying this, but I can already tell that your son or daughter has Mr. Fitz's nose. Just saying." He said, pointing to a specific region of the photograph. This made me laugh and Spencer liked to laugh at me laughing.

"Mike, you can call me Ezra if you'd like." Ezra said as he looked at my brother. Mike's eyes lit up and he grinned.

"That'll help with the awkwardness level. Thanks, Mr.- Ezra." Mike replied and they did one of those hugs that men give each other that women can never understand. I still don't to this day. But, it's the thought that counts. Soon, we were all talking to each other in a cramped car, but I think we forgot where we were. Why is this?

I like to believe that we found comfort in each other, not where we were, because family always sticks together. Who needs a fresh start when I have the absolute perfect life with the best people I could ever ask for in it right in front of me? Not me. I'll take family time in Ezra's old-fashioned car any day of the week.