It's a year later. Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, Spencer Hastings, and Emily Fields are now seniors. Aria's still with Ezra Fitz and things are going well, until she finds out she's pregnant and he's diagnosed with cancer. Can they get through this?

I was sitting in English, absentmindedly drawing on a sheet of paper, when the first wave of nausea came over me. It made me stiffen for a moment, then it passed, before coming back full force. I raced out of the room, a hand covering my mouth, and I made it to the bathroom before I started to throw up. A minute later, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Aria?" I heard Hanna's voice come from outside the stall "Mrs. King sent me to see if you need anything. You okay?"

"Yeah," I managed, standing up and wiping my mouth on a piece of toilet paper. "I'm fine."I came out of the stall and she handed me a cup of water and a piece of gum. "Thanks."

"No problem." We stood there in silence for a moment. "Aria, when are you doing to tell them?"

I sighed, pulling myself up onto the counter. "I don't know…" I whispered.

"You need to," she told me, sitting beside me. "This isn't something you can keep secret forever."

"I know that, believe me I know, but-" I was interrupted by the bell, and I groaned. "Damn." I slid off the counter. "I gotta go. I better go make up something to tell Mrs. King."

"Bye."

I walked slowly down the hall towards my English class. Hanna was right, I knew. This wasn't something I could keep hidden forever; it wasn't even something I could hide for a few more weeks. I was pregnant, seventeen weeks along. I was already starting to show, and it wasn't much longer before you could tell.

Reaching my English classroom, I knocked, and was told to enter. Upon doing so, however, I froze. He was standing there, talking to Mrs. King.

"Aria, honey, are you alright?" she asked, motioning for me to sit down across from her. "This isn't the first time you've run out of my class like that. Is there something you would like to tell me?"

I glanced at the man standing beside her desk, watching me, before shaking my head. "No, Mrs. King," I told her, going over to my desk and grabbing my bag. "Thanks anyway." As I left, I heard him calling me.

"Aria!" I closed my eyes for a moment, and then turned to face him.

"What is it, Mr. Fitz? I'm late to history."

"I wanted to speak with you about your article for the newspaper," he told me, with barely a glance around. "Can you come to my office after school?"

I nodded my head. "Sure. I don't have anything I have to do. I'll see you then." And I walked away, my mind whirling. Should I tell him or not? He's a teacher at my school. He used to be my teacher. He's the baby's father. Our relationship has been illegal since the beginning, and I'm only seventeen. I love him. The second bell rang just as I entered my next class. "Sorry Mr. Fisher," I said, sinking into my seat. "Mr. Fitz wanted to speak with me."

"Fine," Mr. Fisher said, turning to the board and beginning the lesson as I saw Hanna give me a look out of the corner of my eye. I shook my head slightly. I'll tell you after, I mouthed, and she seemed satisfied.

After class, they dragged me into the bathroom, shooing a freshmen out. "Well?" Spencer demanded, eyebrows raised. "We know you talked to him."

"I'm meeting him after school," I told them. "I haven't told him or my parents yet." Looking in the mirror, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. "Truth be told, I'm terrified to tell them."

"Well, at least this time we don't have 'A' to worry about," Emily said.

I glanced at her, wondering where that had come from. Memories of our sophomore year came flooding back. A, our best friend Ali's murderer, had stalked us for months before we finally found out who he, originally thought a she, was-Ian Thomas. But he hadn't been the only 'A', we soon realized. Melissa, Spencer's older sister, had been trying to help us, only to be killed by her husband in his attempt to flee from the police who were going to take him in for questioning.

"Emily!" I hissed. "Why would you bring that up? It's over, okay?"

"Aria's right," Spencer said. "We're done with A. We have been for a while now. We need to move on with our lives."

I looked from one friend to another. We had survived, together, after Alison's body was found, and it was discovered she had been murdered. After a moment, I spoke. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry. Let's go eat, okay?"

The rest of the day flew by quickly. I dreaded the final bell ringing, because I knew I had to tell him eventually. Sooner's better than later, right? When the bell did ring, however, my heart began pounding. This was it. I walked as slow as I could to his classroom, knocked once, and entered. He was seated behind his desk, grading some sort of paper. When he saw me, he smiled.

"Aria, please, sit," he said, pointing to the chair next to him. I did so, watching him. He looked pale, and he had bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't been sleeping.

"Ezra, are you okay?" I asked quietly.

He nodded. "Aria, there's something I need to know, and it can't wait. Mrs. King thinks that you're pregnant." I froze, and he noticed. "Are you?" he whispered. This time, it was me who nodded. He sighed, dropping his head onto his hands. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I ruined your life."

"No, you haven't, Ezra. I'll be eighteen in March, and the baby's due in April."

"April?" I nearly cursed. "How far along are you?"

"Seventeen weeks," I said. "I would've told you earlier, I meant to tell you earlier, but things were so crazy, and I wasn't sure how you'd react, and-"

He stopped me, holding up one hand. "Aria, stop," he said. "I need a few days, time to think about this." I felt tears rise as he stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and left the classroom, left me.