This is one of the first things I've ever really written. Thought I'd dabble in a bit of Paily, not sure where this is headed but I suppose we'll find out together!
"I'm not pregnant." Emily sighed, throwing the used test into the bin with too much force. She sunk down onto the bed beside her wife of two years, resting her head on Paige's shoulder. Paige curled her arm around the dark haired girl and let out a shaky disappointed breath, this never got any easier to take.
"Maybe it's just too early…" The older girl tried, but this only inspired anger in her wife.
"It's not too early, Paige and you know it! Don't you know how much it hurts me to have to tell you that? How much it hurts to know I can't even do the one thing I'm supposed to do?" Tears spawned from Emily's dark eyes as Paige pulled her into a lasting hug, despite her outburst.
"We'll try again, Ems. Calm down, it's just not meant to be this time. When the time's right-" Again Emily cut her off short, launching herself out of the brunettes embrace.
"You keep fucking saying that! But I'm saying the times right now! I'm frustrated and tired." She paced before strong arms stopped her in her tracks.
"We'll try again next month, Em." Paige whispered with a reassuring smile as she wiped a tear from Emily's cheek. "Come on, we'll order take out, put a film on, have a little snuggle." Paige whispered suggestively, kissing Emily's neck gently.
"I'd rather just," Emily turned away, "I want to call Hanna." Paige nodded and told her wife she'd be downstairs if she needed anything.
Hanna picked up on the fifth ring. "Wow, hi. Jesus, sorry. Luca is doing my absolute head in. She's being such a little shit." Hanna complained breathlessly of her two-year-old daughter, who was currently ripping everything out of the lower kitchen cupboards. "Hold on, let me just put Tots TV on for her." Hanna said, sandwiching the phone between her cheek and shoulder. Emily shut her eyes and took a deep breath and tried not to release a fresh wave of tears. "Right, I'm all yours. She's quite content to watch TV after she's turned the house upside down. Christ, never have kids, Em." Emily could hear the sound of her friend opening the back door to her house, knowing full well she was sneaking outside to have a cigarette.
"Hanna you really shouldn't be smoking." Emily chastised. She hated when Hanna smoked, or when anyone smoked really. She heard the blonde inhale and exhale, calming down as the nicotine entered her system. "Caleb is going to kill you."
"What he doesn't know and all that. It's fine as long as I smoke outside away from Luca." She tried to rationalise her behaviour. What Emily didn't understand was how stressful having a child was; Hanna hadn't bargained on it being this taxing. But any child that was half her and half Caleb was bound to be a troublemaker. Hanna smiled at the thought before blowing out another vile plume of smoke. "Anyway, why'd you call?"
"It didn't work, I'm not pregnant." Emily said deadpan, gulping down the lump in her throat.
"Oh fuck, Em. I'm so sorry. Jesus. Talk about mouth open, foot placed firmly inside. Why didn't you say anything while I'm there talking shit?" Hanna sighed. "When did you find out?"
"About ten minutes ago."
"Where's Paige?" Hanna asked immediately. Not that she wasn't ok with her best friend calling with the sad news but she'd assumed she'd be with her wife.
"She's downstairs. Her continuous optimism is wearing me down. I don't know where she gets the energy. She's all 'We'll try again next month' and 'when the time's right'." Emily took a deep breath, feeling her eyes moisten again. "I just can't keep up with it, this hurts. I need her to just sit and wallow in pity with me, you know?"
"She's just trying to make you feel better, Em. She doesn't want to see you upset."
"I know that, but there really isn't any other emotion I could be expressing right now. I don't feel anything other than upset."
"No? You don't feel happy? Happy that you're even trying to have a child? Happy you have someone beside you who will support you through it all? Happy to have someone who loves you so eternally they'd let you get away with bloody murder? Oh and you've got Paige." Hanna joked, which made Emily laugh despite herself.
"I know, I'm being stupid. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt though." Emily took a deep breath and snivelled.
"I'm so sorry, Em but I can hear the ending tune of Chester Chipmunk, so I've got to go before Luca decides to draw on the flipping walls again." Emily heard her friend shutting her back door and the noise of the TV fill the receiver.
"It's fine, really."
"We'll see you this week sometime?" The blonde suggested hurriedly. "Just the girls, no husbands or wives invited."
"That sounds brilliant."
"And we'll get absolutely shit faced. Good, I'll confirm details with the girls and get back to you. Love you lots." Before Emily could even reply the line was playing a dull baseline.
"How're you feeling?" Paige asked as Emily descended the stairs, eyes still red and puffy. "Do you want tea? I've got the kettle on. How's Hanna?" Emily's eyes widened at all the questions, something her wife was prone to doing when she was nervous. "Sorry." She apologised, turning into the kitchen, pulling two cups from the cupboard.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't take this out on you. It's not your fault." Emily conceded, approaching Paige who dropped two teabags into the cups. "It'll happen when it happens and it'll be the happiest moment of my life." Emily smiled, bottom lip still wobbling slightly. Knowing Emily would break into a fresh flood of tears if she touched her, Paige smiled knowingly and turned to fill the cups with boiling water. Taking a spoon from the draw Emily curled herself around Paige, laying her head against the other girls back, dropping the spoon into the cup, before curling her hands around Paige's waist. "Thank you. For putting up with me." Emily kissed her shoulder. "Thank you so much for everything." She continued.
"Oh, Emily, hush. You don't need to thank me for loving you. I'm doing nothing I haven't done since I first met you."
"Not really true, I distinctly remember one of us hating the other so vehemently they tried to drown them…" Emily teased, watching the blush spread up Paige's neck.
"Oi!" She spun round, "We agreed we'd never talk about that!" Paige rolled her eyes and looked away embarrassed.
"Oh. I was just thinking about how all that hatred could be transferred to another emotion. You know, just think how hot it would have been if we'd hate fucked around then." Emily smirked; Paige gave her a questioning look to which the dark haired girl only bit her lip.
"God I hate you so much, Emily Fields." Paige pushed her wife against the counter opposite.
"Hate me so much you've taken your name back?" Emily shook her head, moving hair from her face.
"That's not the only thing I'm taking back. If I'm not mistaken, that's my t-shirt." Paige pulled at it, raising a brow at the marginally taller girl. Paige then pulled at the waistband of Emily's tight jeans and peered down. "And those would be my panties. So I guess I'll take those back too." She smirked.
"When is that effective, because it's slightly inconvenient right now, Mrs. McCullers."
"It's effective right now." She whispered harshly, yanking the t-shirt over Emily's head and onto the floor where it lay forgotten.
"Paige the curtains-"
"Shut up." Paige ordered before her lips met fiercely with Emily's.
This is literally the first thing I've written in third person and I feel like I'm stumbling about in the dark with it! I think I'm going to take this story into the lives of all four girls, explore where they are, what they're doing, rather than focus solely on Paily. I hope that wasn't too horrible to endure. Leave a review and tell me what you thought!