Pretty Little Liars

Car Crash

(Aria P.O.V.)

How will I tell Ezra I am pregnant with his baby?

Ezra Fitz, my dad's coworker.

Crap, I do not want him in jail.

He is too cute for jail. The ugly orange jumpsuits, foot fungus in the shower, well, you get the point.

Wait, I am eighteen.

I am two weeks late.

We must have done it right before my period.

I send a text to Ezra.

"Hey, can we meet at your place in fifteen minutes? I promise, it is urgent."

I can't be like that bitch Maggie, who hid Ezra's son from him for the longest time.

On my way to his appartment, I practice telling him.

"Ezra, I am late."

"Ezra, I am pregnant."

"Ezra, I have your sperm in me. This means I am late." No, not that one.

I am almost there. Which one do I choose?

I feel a smash, and everything goes black.

(Ezra P.O.V.)

Why did I hear a car crash?

Shit, that better not be Aria.

No! That is Aria's car.

I run outside, and dial 911.

"I would like to report a car crash." I say, choking back tears.

Tomorrow I was going to propose.

I still will if she is fine.

"Okay, where is the crash?"

"By Rosewood Appartments. Please, come quick."

"I am sending you paramedics."

I see Aria's hand pushed through the windshield.

I hold it.

"Please, for me, be okay." I cry.

The familiar cry of an ambulance.

I dial Byron.

"Aria was in a crash. The other person was driving in the wrong lane, and it was head on, and she is in a coma."

"What hospital is she going to?" He asks.

"The one in Rosewood."

"I am on the way."

"Sir, we need her fiance to ride in the ambulance with her."

"I was going to propose tomorrow."

"Just get in the ambulance."

"Aria, I know you can push through this." I say, holding her hand.

I need her to push through it.