No Matter What; an Ezria Fanfiction(rough draft)

Chapter 20: The Question

*Last day in California*

Ezra's P.O.V.

Aria woke me up with a kiss and gave me coffee. I smiled at her and looked at the time. "Ugh its seven why are we awake right now?" I stared complaining. I got a giggle out of Aria, but I could tell there was something on her mind. "Whats wrong?" she sighed, "We have been married for two weeks and we haven't had a specific discussion that I have been thinking about since my meltdown about you getting shot." I looked at her confused, "Okay what is it?" "You have to answer this honestly and don't try to spare my feelings okay?" I nodded letting her continue. "How many women have you slept with?" I looked at her with what I'm sure was the stupidest face I would ever make. She looked at me with wide eyes expecting an answer. "Well, theres Jackie, Maggie, Alison, you, and mhmms." Aria looked at me with one eyebrow raised, "Who was that last one?" "It was a hook up. Random. Jackie and I broke it off again. She kept saying I would never lover her as much as I love you. Sure she was right, but I didn't want her knowing. I was with her trying to convince myself I was over you." Aria stopped me, "Stop trying to suck up to me and get on with the story." I stopped yapping and told her. "I got drunk at a bar and she was there... Anne Sullivne." Aria couldn't stop laughing, "You were scared to tell me about my old therapist? Oh god, Ezra you're adorable." I couldn't help but laughing with her. When we stopped laughing I asked her, "So who have you slept with?" her smile faded when I asked.

Aria's POV

I cleared my throat, "You. A college frat boy Marco, and. Um. Jason DiLaurentis." Ezra went bright red. He was trying not to be mad, his hands were squeezing his coffee mug so hard that his hands were turning white. I got up from the end of the bed and touched his hand causing his to loosen his grip on the mug. I took it from him and put it on the night stand. "Ezra?" he continued to look away from me, "Hmm what?" I sat on the bed next to him. "Are you okay?" He looked straight into my eyes, "How do you think I am?" He looked back to the front of the room. "I-" he stopped me, "Can I have some space for a few minutes?" I nodded, "Sure." I got up and walked to the bathroom. I started packing everything that was ours but toothbrushes and toothpaste. After I walked out of the bathroom and saw Ezra holding his head in his hands trying not to cry. I walked up to him and put my hand on his bare back. He  looked at me and a single tear fell. He threw off the blankets and walked over to a dresser and grabbed clothes. He went into the bathroom and got ready for our 10 o'clock flight. I changed into simple clothes and started packing the rest of our things. When I finished I walked over to the bathroom. I was about to knock but the door opened. I looked at his red puffy eyes and I knew I had hurt him. "I love you" I told him. "I love you too." he kissed the top of my head then passed by me like I didn't exist. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After I packed the remainder of things. Ezra saw me struggling with the bags; he came and picked them up and brought them out to the limo that brought us here in the first place. I saw the short fat man in the navy blue suit and smiled. He smiled back, then turned to Ezra to smile, Ezra gave a quick grin then continued packing the trunk. The short man had a worried look on his face. I walked around the house one last time to check the house for our things. I looked under the bed and found the white lace underwear that I was wearing the night after my breakdown. I reached out for them and put them in my pocket. After I finished looking through the house I walked outside, locked the door, then ran to the limo and got in. I looked at Ezra who was looking out of the window. his sweater was laying on the seat in between us. I put my underwear in the pocket of his jacket and turned away looking out the window. if anything could cheer him up it would be that.

When we arrived at the airport he grabbed his jacket and then the bags. He still had no idea they were there. We went to the luggage carrier and put it up. We went trough security, then went to the plane. He still had no idea they were there. The minute I sat down I fell asleep. The plane ride was easy. Ezra had all the time to think. But when we landed there was no mood change. I guess he still didn't find them.