N/A: Ok, so this is my first published fanfiction. I have always loved Ezria, so I decided to write one about their life after Rosewood. Please R & R, and thanks for reading.

Aria's POV

My eyes fluttered open and I saw my beautiful children still in my arms. Last night there was a big thunder storm, and all my children had slept in with me and Ezra. I turned my head to see Ezra staring back at me. His hand was on the curve of my hip, and his beautiful blue eyes were trailing my hazel ones. I turned my body so that I could face him, as I pressed myself against him. Our son was beginning to stir, but Lily was still sound asleep on the other side of me. I placed my head so that Ezra's chin rested on my head. His muscular arms tightened around me as I got closer and closer.

I remember when we were living in Rosewood, before moving here to New York City. We had to keep everything a secret, it was so nice to be out in the open. We were traveling back to Rosewood for Christmas which was in a week or so. Our anniversary had just passed, on November 13th, and Ezra's present to me was tickets for our flight there. We were a little strapped for money. Two english majors in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world, okay a little more than just a little strapped. Yet soon I was back in reality with Ezra, his warm hand tangled in my hair.

Before Ezra and I got anywhere in the pitch black of the winter morning, Wyatt was up. "Good morning mommy!" the 4 year old yelled as he jumped on the bed. Ezra and I sighed as he began to wake up Lily.

"Good morning," I said as I smiled at him, bringing him in for a hug. Ezra sat up and rubbed his eye with the back of his wrist. His baby blue t-shirt running up high on his side. I chuckled and pulled it down from where I was laying down.

"Daddy!" Lily cried as she woke up. Lily was two and everybody tells me she looks just like me. She had my hazel eyes, whereas Wyatt's eyes are blue, like Ezra's. "It was raining so hard! And there were lightnin' everwhere," the small girl said with wide eyes, and a surprised expression on her face. Ezra placed the little girl on his lap. She has him wrapped around her little finger.

"It's okay, princess," he said, "nothing bad happened, didn't it?"

The little girl shook her head, her little ringlets bobbing up and down. "So you're okay?" Ezra asked. Lily gave him conformation that she was fine.

"Who wants breakfast?" I asked. Both of our little ones started to giggle and all overlapped saying they wanted pancakes. Lily wanted strawberry, and Wyatt wanted chocolate chip. Another busy morning, I thought to myself. Our two perfect babies ran out of the room, turning on all the lights as they went. I sat up, and began to stand up as a horrible nausea came over me.

"Aria?" Ezra asked concerned, "Aria are you okay?" Before I could answer him, I was in our tiny bathroom, barfing out my lungs. He rushed behind me, pulling my hair out of the way of my projectile vomit. "What's wrong?" he asked me.

"I guess I'm just a little off this morning." I said, chuckling. I turned to meet him. Jokingly he said, "At least you're not pregnant," he laughed at his own little joke before changing the topic, and saying, "I'll make the pancakes, you stay in bed."

"Okay." I said.

At least I'm not pregnant, I thought to myself before falling back asleep under the warm duvet that I could just cuddle under until I felt better.

N/A: I was thinking if I get 10 reviews by Monday I'll update by Wednesday. If not, I'll update by Friday. Thanks!