Blood Money - The Sequel

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"Welcome home Noah." I say as we walk into our house.
Haz walks in behind me, carrying the diaper bag and my bag. I laugh at the sight, seeing how different he looks as a dad compared to at work.
"You've gone soft" I tease.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." He smiles.
We walk up to his nursery, and I lay him down in his crib to sleep.
"Goodnight my sweet little boy" I say, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
As soon as I pull away he starts crying. How in the world does a baby go from sleeping peacefully to crying like they're being murdered?!
"Aw honey" I frown, picking him back up, walking over to the rocking chair and sitting down to try and feed him.
Haz smiles sweetly at me, watching as I take care of Noah.
"You're already a great mum" he says.
"I hope it stays that way." I say quietly.
"It will."
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Crying. loud, squeaky, crying. I feel like I'm going to cry, since when do babies cry every two hours?!
"I've got it, keep sleeping." Haz mutters, throwing the blanket off him and getting up to go into the nursery.
I try to pull my pillow over my head, but it feels so wrong to just ignore his cries. He's my baby, and I'm his mother, I shouldn't dread him waking me up every two hours.
Well.. there's no way I'm getting back to sleep now. I take the pillow off my head and sit up, it's only four in the morning. I step out of bed, and walk out to the hallway, peeking in the nursery to see Haz rocking Noah.
"Hush little baby go to sleep, your crying is driving me insane" he sings and I laugh lightly, opening the door all the way to walk in.
"He's already calmed down?" I say, impressed.
"Skin to skin" he says, referring to Noah resting on his bare chest. "Read about it online, it apparently works."
He stands up slowly, careful not to wake the baby, and puts him in his crib.
"I can't sleep anymore." I frown.
"I have an idea" he says, grabbing my hand. He pulls me out of the room and grabs the baby monitor as we walk downstairs.
"What are we doing?" I ask.
He doesn't answer me, but rather pulls me into the kitchen and rests his hands on my hips, lifting me onto the counter top.
"Ice cream" he says, turning to the freezer and pulling out the tub and two spoons.
"Can't, ill get fat." I say and he rises his brow at me.
"Eat. The fucking. Ice cream." He says, scooping out some cookies and cream, holding it up to my mouth.
I roll my eyes at him, taking the spoon into my mouth and he smiles.
"Now, don't ever think for one second that your body getting fatter or skinner matters because you're perfect." He says, kissing me, tasting the ice cream on my lips.
"I love you" I smile.
He keeps his face close to mine, standing between my legs.
"Someone's smiley" I giggle.
"You make me happy." He states.
"Well sure hope I do cause you're stuck with me." I tease, taking another bite of ice cream.
"Aria." He says, taking my hands in his tightly as he gazes down at me.
"Hmm?" I hum.
"Marry me." He says.
I practically choke on the ice cream going down my throat, my eyes widening at him.
"What?" I ask.
"Marry me." He repeats himself.
I just stare at him, in complete shock, did he really just ask me to marry him? As in become his wife? He wants me to be Aria Osterfield?!
"Please?" He says and I laugh.
"Yes I'll marry you!" I squeal, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
He kisses my cheek, and then my lips, smiling into the kiss.
"I know I don't have a ring or anything.. I just felt like it was right." He says.
"It definitely was. You finally asked" I tease.
"Finally!" He says exaggeratedly.
He scoops a big chunk of ice cream out, and runs the spoon over my cheek.
"Whoops!" He says. "I better clean that up."
He kisses up my cheek, and I laugh.
"Hmm, I can get messy too." I stick my finger into the ice cream, tracing it on his abs.
"You'll do anything to lick my abs" he says.
"Mhmm, yet I only have to do so little." I smirk, hopping off the counter and lowering down, Pressing soft kisses up his torso.
"Don't get me too worked up, doctor said I can't fuck you for a few weeks." he says.
"Doesn't mean I can't still make you feel good." I say, palming him through his sweat pants. His head tilts back, his muscles flexing as he breaths deeply. His hand grabs at my hair, bunching it between his fingers and pulling it back, making me look up into his eyes.
Just as he's about to say something, we hear a creaking sound. Haz quickly lets my hair go and  turns to the drawer behind him, opening it and pulling out his gun.
I stand, making sure to stay behind him. We hear the front door shut, and quiet footsteps.
Haz holds his gun out as he walks through the living room, towards the hallway. He uses one of his hands to push be directly behind him, making sure I'm safe.
"Get on the fucking ground." He says firmly, flicking on the hall light.
"It's just me!"
I see Petra standing there, hands up, tears in her eyes.
Haz lowers his gun and I walk around him over to her.
"Petra it's the middle of the night?" I question, wondering why the hell shes coming to our house this late.
"Ezra and I were up all night trying to fix things.. and we couldn't. I tried to go home but I lost my key so I didn't know where to go.. he broke up with me." She cries.
"Petra.." i sigh, pulling her into a hug.
"I'll uh.. go check on Noah." Haz says, walking off.
I pull Petra into the living room, and we sit on the couch talking for hours. It's official, Her and Ezra are over..

A/N: THEY'RE ENGAGED WOO!
I was going to write a huge engagement chapter but honestly I thought it'd be so much cuter to do a spur of the moment engagement. I feel like that fit his character a lot better.