Pretty Little Liars

Chapter 13

(Aria P.O.V.)

Today I am seven months pregnant.

The best part about it is that I can easily use my stomach to hold things.

The other day, I was hungry. So, I got a bowl of cereal and set it on my stomach. It is big enough to hold these types of things.

Today, I had a glass of milk. To hold it while I got cookies, I set it on my stomach.

"What are you doing?" Ezra asks.

"Using my stomach as a table." I say.

"Why?"

"Because it is easier than using an actual table."

"Oh."

"You ready for the appointment?" I ask.

"Yes. How is the third trimester treating you?"

"Okay. But I always need to pee. It is like my bladder is a stress ball for the babies."

"I hear a lot about that a lot online."

"Well, we have to go."

"Okay."

I slowly get in the car.

"Alright Ezra, let's go."

"Want to get coffee on the way?"

"Sure."

We go to the Brew.

"Ugh. It is hot for October."

"Isn't it?"

We walk in to the Brew.

"Hi Em. How is your week of classes?"

"Yep. Let me guess, small coffee?"

"Yeah, and make it decaf."

"Alright, and for Ezra?"

"Small regular coffee to go."

"Actually, Em, if yoy could, make them both to go. And make mine different looking than Ezra's."

Emily takes a green sharpie and writes 'Aria' across it.

"Clever." I say.

"Thank you."

Emily hands us our coffee.

"Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I have a doctor's appointment."

"And I have work." Em jokes.

"Alright, to the doctor's!"

"¡Vamanos!" I yell out.

Ezra and I leave the Brew.

"Ugh. I am tired of being pregnant."

"So I did the math this morning. You are thirty one weeks pregnant."

"So like nine to go." I say.

"I read somewhere that people carrying triplets usually have their kids a few weeks early."

"So less than nine."

"Probably."

"Nice." I say.

About thirty seconds later, we are there.

"I forget how short of a drive it is from the Brew to your doctor's office." Ezra says.

"Same."

"An appointment for the Fitzes." I say, as I walk in.

"Okay, third door to your left. Dr. Shepard should be in shortly."

"Alrighty."

We walk three doors to our left.

About thirty seconds after I get in to the chair thingy, Dr. Shepard walks in.

"Hi." She says.

"Hi."

"So you excited? The end is near."

"Oh thank god." I say.

"That is a common reaction when I say that."

"Do you blame people?"

"No, not really. Anyhoo, let's check out the babies, but first, measure you."

I lift up my shirt so my stomach is exposed, and she takes my neasurements.

"Alrighty, you are at a good size."

"Okay, that is good."

"Now, time for the ultrasound."

"Not even going to fix my shirt."

"I do not blame you."

I get up on the chair.

"There is the evil green goop."

"Well, we can see your babies."

I tear up. They are just so perfect.

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh what?" I ask.

Holy crap, this is terrifying.

"It looks like it will be risky for you and the babies to make this a full term pregnancy."

"So what does that mean?" Ezra asks.

"It means that if the babies do not come out within the next week, then we will have to do a c-section."

Sorry I ended in a bit of a cliff hanger. I briefly thought of ending the chapter at 'Uh oh.' But you guys would hate me, and I would hate the ending. So I did not end it there.