Author's Note: Hi, everybody. I've written other fanfics before, but this is my first pretty little liars story. I enjoy getting feedback, so please tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do own the Pretty Little Liars series or television show or the characters. This is just my storyline I wanted write for this genre.


~Three Months Earlier; May~

Emily

Maya pulled the car into the driveway as Emily turned around in her seat to face the little girl strapped in the car seat. Her name was Molly and she was three years old. The girl's deep brown ringlets were pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her beautiful porcelain face, her olive skin, and her expressive hazel eyes. Emily reached back and pushed a stray curl behind Molly's ear.

"Are you ready to see your new home?" Emily asked her.

Molly clutched a small rag doll, nodding and smiling a little bit. They got out of the car after that; Maya helping Molly out, while Emily pulled out two identical children suitcases. Molly held on to Maya's hand as they walked up the front step. "Don't worry," Maya told her, "You're going to love it here."

About a year ago, Emily and Maya had filled out the application to adopt a child. It was hard to wait, especially watching their friends with kids. Then, just a few weeks ago, Molly and Mackenzie came into their lives. They were living with their grandmother, after their mother died during childbirth and their father was a no-show. The grandmother was sad to put the girls up for adoption, but she wasn't able to fully care for them anymore, especially now. They signed the adoption papers just yesterday, and twins were officially theirs.

Emily set the bags down in the living room, and picked Molly up. "Well?" she asked the little girl, "Do you like it?" She smiled at her, beginning to walk down the hall to her new room.

Molly nodded, playing with Emily's shirt. "Where's 'kenzie?" she asked. Emily looked at the little girl, who could just barely understand why her sister wasn't with her now. She tried not to let her sadness show on her face so that she didn't scare Molly.

Emily walked back over to the couch and sat down on it, placing Molly next to her. Maya sat down on Molly's other side. "Well, sweetie," Emily began, "You know your sister is sick, right?"

Molly nodded, her little head going up and down. Maya rubbed her small back, comfortingly. Emily looked at Maya above Molly's head before continuing. Maya gave her an encouraging nod.

"Mackenzie is in the hospital, so that the doctors can help her and she can get better," Emily explained to the three-year-old.

It was hard to tell a little girl just how sick her sister was. Actually, Mackenzie's illness was the catalyst for the girls being put up for adoption. A few weeks ago, Mackenzie was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors are trying to avoid the surgery option, because it would be a very risky procedure, especially on someone Mackenzie's age. They wanted to try some drug protocols first. Things are going day by day, with Mackenzie not getting better but not getting worse either. That was one bright spot, at least. Emily and Maya were a little apprehensive of starting her on the drugs, worried about how they would affect her, but it kept her out of surgery, which she might not even wake up from.

"When 'kenzie gets better, can we go to the park and the beach and the 'musement park?" Molly asked, playing with her doll's hair.

"You know what?" Maya suggested, pushing Molly's hair behind her ear. "When Kenzie gets better, we'll have a big party for her."

"Really?" Molly smiled, "And Tyler and Liam can come, too?"

"You bet," Emily answered, smiling back at her and squeezing the little girl's shoulders. "Now, do you want to see your room?"

"Yeah!" Molly exclaimed. She jumped off the couch and ran down the hallway. Emily and Maya laughed, then followed her to the girls' new pink and purple room, hoping that Mackenzie will be able to join them soon.

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Spencer

"I gotta go potty! I gotta go potty!" the three year old little boy ran out of his little play room. He ran past Spencer and Toby, who were in the living room talking. They laughed at his antics. Tyler was just about potty trained; he had just one little accident earlier in the week. That was actually really good for Tyler, considering he had absolutely refused to use the potty at the beginning. Tyler changed his mind when he learned that Liam, Aria's son, didn't wear diapers.

Spencer followed Tyler to the bathroom and peeked in. "Did you do it?" she asked him, smiling. She was proud of him for doing such a good job.

After a minute, Tyler stood up and pulled his pants back up, grinning ear to ear. "I did it!" he exclaimed.

"Good job," Spencer cheered with him, giving him a high five.

Toby came over and knelt in front of Tyler. He held up a page of stickers and lollypop, Ty's reward for using the potty like a big boy. Of course, he pointed to the cherry red lollypop. He began sucking on it immediately. "Ty, mommy and I need to tell you something," Toby told him. Tyler just looked at him curiously through the hair that was falling in his eyes. His brown hair was getting shaggy; he'll need a haircut soon.

Spencer took Tyler's hand and led him over to the couch. Tyler scooted onto the couch, with Spencer and Toby on either side of him. "What is it?" Tyler asked, popping the lollypop out of his mouth to speak, then popping back in when he was done. His tongue was already starting to turn red.

"Well, you remember when you and daddy spent the day building that birdhouse?" Spencer questioned him, taking one of his small hands in hers.

Tyler nodded quietly.

Before continuing, Spencer looked at Toby above Ty's head and he gave her a smile of encouragement. "That day, I went to the doctors and she told me that I'm going to have a baby," Spencer explained. "You're going to have a little brother or sister."

"Cool," Tyler said. Then, he looked around in confusion. "Where is he?"

"He or she is not here yet," Toby told him, "He's growing in mommy's belly so he can get big and strong."

Tyler looked over at Spencer, taking a good look at her flat stomach. "A baby can't fit in there," he pointed out.

Toby and Spencer laughed. Spencer put her hands on her belly. "Well, soon, my belly is going to get bigger and you'll be able to feel the baby move," she explained to Tyler.

"Oh..." Tyler wondered, then his little mind started going. "Is it a boy or girl?"

"We don't know that yet," Spencer told him, "But the doctor will tell us soon." She wiped at the corner of his mouth where some saliva from the lollypop was starting to build there.

Toby ruffled Tyler's hair. "Any more questions?"

Tyler nodded, crunching on his lollypop. He turned to Spencer as he pulled the lollypop stick out of his mouth. "If it's in there," he pointed to her belly, "how does the baby come out?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Spencer replied, smoothing back his hair, "The doctor will get him or her out safely."

"Ok," Tyler said. He stretched his arms out above his head and yawned. "Can I have some milk, please?"

"Sure. Are you ready for a nap?" Spencer asked him.

Tyler nodded, stifling another yawn. Spencer got up to get him some milk. "I'll get it for him," Toby interjected, putting his hand on her arm to stop her.

"No, I can do it," Spencer insisted, smiling. "I should do it while I still can." She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before leaving for the kitchen.

Toby watched her leave, and then looked down at their son, who was still sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes. Toby scooped Tyler up in his arms to take him to his room for his nap. "One more thing, Ty," Toby added. They made their way up the stairs. "You have to be a good boy and not make mommy work to hard, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be the best good boy ever," Tyler agreed.

"Good job," Toby smiled. Tyler drifted off, and was asleep when Toby finally got to Tyler's room to lie him down, his small head bobbing against Toby's shoulder.

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Aria

"Take your time, you almost have it," Aria instructed her six year old son, Liam, on his homework. It was counting objects, adding and taking away.

It was hard to believe that Liam was six already or that he was almost done with kindergarten. Aria never thought she'd be one of the girls who got pregnant in high school, but she was and she did. Everybody would've been supportive of whatever decision she made, though there was a little tension among her family. It all disappeared, however, when Liam was born. He changed everything, including and especially her. Emily, Spencer, and Hanna were always there to help with the baby when she needed it, but there was one person, who gave her the courage to be a teen mom and had complete faith in her. Jason Dilaurantis. She loved him, for himself and all the things he has done for her. She knows that he loves her, and Liam, too.

And, yet, looking at Liam, with his dark hair and bright blue eyes, she's reminded of a different time, a different Aria. Another man. A man who was everything, whom she was so in love with, it consumed her. She truly believed they were soul mates, but fate had other plans. She loved Jason, she really did. She closed herself off to the past, him, and is moving on with Jason and Liam.

Although, there will always be a part of her that wonders...

"What are you thinking about?" a male voice said into her ear and strong arms wrapping around her waist. Jason kissed the bottom of her ear, then trailed kisses down her neck.

Aria blushed, afraid for a second that he knew what she was thinking. That was impossible, she told herself, but it served her right for having those kinds of thoughts. "I was helping Liam with his homework," she explained, smiling and giggling from the feel of his lips moving across her bare skin.

"Really?" Jason replied, an eyebrow raised. "Because I can see his homework done and Liam over there watching TV."

Sure enough, when she looked, Liam was lying across the floor, the channel on the television turned to Nickelodeon. Looking back down at the desk, the homework was done and done well, as usual. Liam must have finished it and wandered off when her mind had drifted off.

"You shouldn't be standing, you should be resting," Jason told her. He walked her over to the couch, and they both sat down on it.

"I'm fine," Aria insisted, when Jason brought her legs up so that she was in a lying position. She pretended to kick him, just so that he would stop hovering. "Really, I'm fine. I actually feel good today."

Jason moved his hand to her small bump of a belly. "I just want to make sure you're not overdoing it or pushing yourself too hard," he admitted.

"Dr. Rush said my blood pressure was only slightly high," Aria reminded him, "I'm not in the danger zone and there's definitely nothing to worry about." She looked down at his hand on her stomach, smiled, and looked back up into his eyes.

"I don't want anything to happen to this little one, or to you, for that matter," Jason said. Aria placed her hand on top of his and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Nothing is going to happen to us, not with you watching out for us," she smiled, rubbing circles on her belly.

"Shhhhh, I can't hear," Liam complained, his chin leaning on his hands.

Aria and Jason laughed as they leaned in for a kiss, blissfully and contagiously happy.

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Hanna

3, 2, 1. Deep breath, nice and steady. Just look at it, there's nothing to be scared of.

Hanna was gearing herself up to look at the pregnancy test in her hand. This little item could possibly change her and Caleb's lives. She felt nervous and scared, and about a hundred more emotions whirring around inside her. Hanna knew she was ready for this big step, but it was all a matter of should she get her hopes up just so they could come crashing down.

She placed the test down next to the sink, upside down, and slid down the wall until she sat on the bathroom floor. Her face fell into her hands, then her hands wound their way into her hair. She couldn't help but remember that terrible time she tried so hard to forget.

It happened about a year ago. She and Caleb were happy, almost too happy. Hanna was six months pregnant with a little girl. The biggest problem they had was deciding on baby names and what to do in the nursery. Hanna wanted to go more with a pink princess theme, and Caleb thought of doing just a basic girl's room and do a theme for when she's older to say what she wanted. The name, however, was almost too easy to decide on. Leslie Skye Rivers. Everything was perfect. Then, when Hanna and Caleb were driving home from a movie, it was dark and they didn't see the ice on the road. The car hit a tree and the placenta was damaged upon impact. Hanna was rushed into surgery, but Leslie died before she was born. They tried to revive her, but...it was too late.

"Hanna?"

She picked up her head, and hastily wiped at her wet cheeks. She didn't even know she'd been crying. Hanna stood up and fixed herself in the mirror. Steeling herself and taking a big deep breath, she picked up the pregnancy test and flipped it over. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open a little bit. She couldn't believe what she was seeing; it was shocking.

"Hanna? Are you in here?"

Caleb's voice was closer, as he came nearer to their bedroom. Hanna stepped out of the bathroom, the test still clutched in her hand. When she saw Caleb appear in the doorway, she couldn't hold back anymore. A huge smile spread across her face and she ran to him, Caleb catching her up in his arms.

"What is this-" Caleb started to say, also smiling, but Hanna's voice drowned him out.

"I'm pregnant!" Hanna exclaimed, holding him tighter and happy tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Really?" Caleb asked, holding her out a little bit, his hands resting on her hips. She showed him the pregnancy test. "That's great!" he said, matching her enthusiasm. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping at her stray tears. "I love you, so much," he whispered. Caleb leaned closer and kissed her softly and passionately.

"I love you, too," Hanna murmured, when they pulled apart and rested their foreheads together. They kissed again, caught up in the moment. As they displayed their happiness, they knew that their first baby girl was looking down on them and...smiling.