I knocked on my mother's hotel door four times, because that was the number of times she told me to knock so she knew to answer it. Soon, my disheveled and mother came to the door. She was obviously drunk, as she reeked of whiskey and pain. When she fully opened the door with her hand that did not hold a half-empty bottle of vodka and revealed a sopping wet brother and sister duo, she walked back in and set the bottle down. She ran back to the door and pulled Mike into a hug. When she let go, she was slurring her words and trying her best to stay standing up.

"Mike, where the hell were you? You had me worried sick." My drunken mother said as she began to lead him inside. She didn't even realize that I was there. Mike refused to enter the hotel room and stayed back with me.

"I got lost. Aria, Spencer and Mr. Fitz found me." Mike responded as he hugged me with one of those incredibly awkward sibling hugs. I wanted to get angry at him, but it wouldn't matter. My mom was far too drunk to realize what he had just implied.

"Thank you for finding him, sweetie. And tell Mr. Fitz I said hello. C'mon Mike." She said, thanking me for bringing my younger brother back to his home away from home. She didn't even question why my English teacher was there. Nice job on almost spilling the entire can of beans, Mike. But, as much as I was annoyed with him almost telling our mother everything, I could tell that he didn't want to be there, though. So, I came up with a plan.

"Mom, Mike can stay with Spencer or I for the night. I'm sure she nor my fian—boyfriend won't mind." I said, grabbing Mike's arm and looking at my mom. I almost slipped up myself (it actually isn't too hard to almost tell that to someone when it's the actual and whole truth...shocker), so I couldn't be angry at Mike for almost doing the same. Nonetheless, she thought about it for a solid two seconds before pushing him out the door without a goodbye. Damn. She was really hurting. Her blouse even reeked of drunken, passionate tears. Mike smiled gratefully as we walked out into the lobby. We were still soaked from the rain that began to fall just as we got out of Ezra's car.

"I don't know how to thank you for that." Mike said as he opened the door for me.

"I hope you're okay with potentially having to stay with Ezra and I." I replied, smirking at him. I could tell that he was beginning to feel awkward about the idea of staying with his sister and her fiancé. But, I was joking. We were a young couple in love, and there was no telling what could unfold in the middle of the night. And I wasn't planning on getting up to cover Mike's eyes. "Relax. I'm just kidding."

He took a less-than-subtle breath of relief and we exited the empty lobby. The rain had since stopped, so we were in the clear. Spencer came out to meet us and she had a puzzled look on her face when she saw that my younger brother wasn't inside with my mom.

"Spence, can Mike please stay in the guest room at your house? My mom can barely even stand upright." I asked and without a moment's hesitation, she was calling her mother to ask her to set up the guest room. Mike and I thanked her and we all got back into Ezra's car.

After Ezra and I dropped Spencer and Mike off at her house for the night, we headed back to his apartment. We were both so tired from out incredibly long day, we could barely keep our eyes open long enough to change. When we were finally changed out of our wet clothes and dried off, we laid in bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

The very next morning, I was woken by the intense sunlight and a sudden wave of morning sickness. Within a few seconds, I was wrenched over the toilet and Ezra followed after me. He held my hair above my head and rubbed my back as I threw up. Well, that was a first; I actually felt okay being sick, as long as Ezra was there with me.

When we both finally walked out of the bathroom, Ezra with his arms around my waist and me with my arms around his midsection, I heard a dinging sound come from his computer which sat on the desk in the corner, telling him that he had a new email. He sat me down on his couch with a pillow from the bed and a blanket and walked over to his computer and read the email. I could tell that it was important just by the way he carried himself back to the sofa.

"Ezra, what is it?" I asked as he sat down beside me, picking up my legs and laying them on his lap. He was grinning intensely and I was curious as to what was in the email he had just received. He looked at me with a sparkle in his cerulean blue eyes and I was even more anxious to know the news.

"Guess." He replied, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and he looked at me with a huge smile still resting on his handsome face.

"Do I have to?" I replied as I rolled my eyes. He looked at me again with his famous puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist fulfilling his simple request.

"Was it Rosewood High?"

"Nope."

"Hollis?"

"Nah."

"I give up."

"One more try. Please?"

"Was it your mother?"

"If I ever spoke to her again, it'd be too soon. So, no. It wasn't my mother." He replied to my final guess. I was growing restless, so he finally let me in on the email that would change our lives as a couple.

"It was the seller of the house we looked at last night. He accepted our offer." He said joyfully. I felt a sudden burst of excitement as I hugged him.

"Oh my God, are you serious?! We get to live there?!" I replied, my voice raising to a rather high pitch as it usually did when I was excited. He hugged me and held me close to he chest. As I listened to his heartbeat, I felt so comfortable being next to him. Now, we were going to be able to do that every night for the rest of our lives in our very own home. That house was my absolute dream home, and now I was going to live there and start a family with the man I loved most.

"How did you afford that?! I mean, I'm so excited it's insane, but I'm curious as to how you did it." I asked, making sure to still show my gratitude through my inquisitiveness. He smiled and told me the story of how every Christmas at the Fitzgerald household when he and his brother Wesley were growing up was basically a competition for the most cash or ponies from relatives. That was his way of telling me that although he was completely out of his mothers will, he had enough money in the bank to fill one of his father's old cruise ships.

Although I was shocked, I was excited to know that we wouldn't have to suffer with money issues or debt like my parents did. I wasn't used to having money in the bank even for a trip; now, I know that my fiancé has enough money to buy at least three houses. Well, he was definitely down-to-earth and practical, because I never suspected a thing as to his inheritance.

How in the world can this day get any better? I now own a house with my beloved and we were going to start a family together. I couldn't have asked for anything more, and it wasn't even noon! Well, with Ezra Fitz, there's always a way.

"Babe, wait here. I'll be right back." He said as he got up. He told me to close my eyes as he walked behind the sofa.

The last thing I saw before shutting my eyes was Ezra walking into the bathroom closet. I was puzzled, but also quite curious. He came out of the room and I heard the rustling of thin plastic sheets and the same smell you would encounter at the dry cleaners or a clothing store. He told me to open my eyes, and when I did, I was struck with awe.

Ezra held a beautiful white wedding dress before me. It wasn't a run-of-the-mill wedding dress either, as I immediately recognized the various designs sewed into the fabric. It wasn't a traditional long, flowing dress; it was about knee-length, as I was not the biggest fan of long dresses. There was silk, lace, satin and other designs and embroideries on the gorgeous dress, some of which I recognized as designs from some of the previous dresses I have worn to school events or dances. This was a custom-made dress.

"Ezra, I-" I began, but didn't finish because I was completely awestruck. "I love it. How did you-"

"I didn't do this alone. I spoke to Hanna after you fell asleep in the hospital. We came up with a design and I sent it to a company. I wanted to make it perfect." He replied, as he took my hand and lifted me up off the couch. I kissed him and he held my hands in his. After kissing for awhile, I rested my head on his chest.

"So," I began, lifting my head off his chest,"is there any other news that I should know?" I asked coyly. He smirked at me and backed away a bit while still holding both of my hands in his.

"Actually, yes. Hollis College offered me a job last week. I would be able to work remote." He replied, kissing me on my forehead. My eyes lit up with happiness when I heard the news. Not because he was leaving Rosewood High, but because if he wasn't my teacher, we could maybe act like a normal couple in town.

"Ezra, that's amazing! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" I beamed. He smiled and stroked my cheek with his hand.

"I wasn't sure if I was going to take it. But, now that we're going to have a baby soon..." He began, putting his hand on my stomach,"...I decided that it would be best to get married without still having that sort of relationship keeping us apart. Also, it'll help the awkwardness when I'm around your friends and family to stay at a minimum. I'm glad you're happy."

"Ezra, I'm absolutely thrilled. I completely agree with what you said about Baby Fitz coming into the world to two parents who were still student and teacher. But, you know that it wouldn't have mattered to me either way. I love you so much, and that will never change." I replied, beaming with happiness. I looked deep into his ultramarine eyes which beamed just as bright as my hazel ones, and we kissed.

"Baby Fitz?" He teased as he pulled away from me slightly. I laughed and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Don't judge me. It's catchy. And it's better than referring to him or her as 'the baby growing inside my stomach whose gender is still unknown'." I replied, giggling.

"I'm not judging; it's cute. You're cute. And Baby Fitz will be cute, too." He said, kissing me again.

We stayed there, a couple in love at the center of a small apartment, kissing. Then Ezra's phone began to ring and he promptly grabbed it and turned it off. I told him that it was okay for him to take calls while I was there, but he told me that he wanted to spend time with me today.

"I think we both deserve to take a day off." He said, tucking some strands of hair behind my ear.

"I think I agree." I replied as I crossed my arms around his neck.

He put his hands on my waist and began kissing me again.