Hey, guys! Yup I wrote a lot for this one. Don't know how it's gonna be for the next chapter though. Also, these one shots are NOT connected. Now for the questions:

Q1: The idea of this pregnancy makes you ill: Well noted, my friend. I don't like this storyline because it is a violation against Ali's body and possibly against Emily as well. This is offensive to my dignity as a woman. This is offensive to a woman's right to her body. This is rape. I could go on and on, but it's really not worth because the writers are not listening.

Q2: Alison can abort the baby because it's Archer's... or she can keep it because it's hers: It's hard to think that the baby is also a part of yourself when their father has emotionally and psychologically abused you. It's hard to think that the baby is yours if you've been raped, when you've been impregnated against her will. This is a weak argument. Anyway, it's not like PLL will make it a big deal. We won't see Alison considering her options before keeping the baby (because we all know she will). This storyline will be used to bring Emison together, not to make Alison a stronger or more complex character. That's also one of the reasons I hate it as well.

Q3: But if Emily mothers the child, it's gonna be hers as well. Biology has nothing on it. It's like saying a step parent they aren't parents because they're not biologically linked to the child: I know where you're coming from and I agree with you. If it's Archer's and Emily agrees to raise the baby, of course she's a mother. But, on the other hand, doesn't it feel too much to ask, considering that they're not even dating?! Raising a child with someone is a lot to take on. It's a really delicate situation. Can you imagine Alison asking Emily to mother the child as of now? It's too early for that kind of decision. Also, I think Emily will always respect and support Ali's decision, no matter if she keeps it or not.

Alison paced around nervously as she waited for Emily to arrive. That was it. She was going to tell her the truth and about her decision. Ali hopes Emily will understand because she was about to do the hardest things she's ever done. Alison DiLaurentis was coming clean.

"Ali? You wanted to talk to me?" Her Mermaid was early as usual, wearing a blue flannel with tight black jeans and combat boots.

"Emily, can we sit?" Alison motioned to the couch and they sat next to each other, an awkward space between them before Alison talked again, "So… I want to talk you about a few things."

"What things?"

"Us," Alison sighed, trying to find the courage to say the words she wanted to since she was fifteen.

"What about us?"

"Emily, I know I messed up. I messed up bad and I've made mistakes over and over again. You have plenty of reasons to doubt my words, but-" She swallowed hard.

"But what, Ali?"

"But I've been in love with you since we were fifteen," Alison blurted out. She was afraid to hear Emily's reply, so she rambled on, "I've loved you from the start, but I didn't know how to handle it. I pushed you away, I made you feel ashamed of yourself and- God, I disappeared on you, Emily. You thought I had died. But I hadn't. I watched you from afar and saw this beautiful woman you were becoming without me and-"

"Ali, breathe," Emily gently tugged her hand, "I forgave you a long time ago."

"R-Really?"

"Yes. I just didn't know if you felt the same for me and then I threw you into jail and-"

"I forgave you for that," Ali squeezed her hand and played with her fingers, "I would never hold it against you."

Emily smiled in relief, "I thought I didn't deserve you back then."

"I thought I didn't deserve you from the start," Alison admitted as well and they both chuckled. As it seems, they've been dancing around their feelings for too long. But Emily still has some doubts in the back of her mind.

"What about Archer?"

"He was there when you weren't. When I believed you were never coming back," Alison shrugged, "I never loved him, though. I always dreamed about you."

"About taking me to Paris?"

Alison blushed, "H-How did you know?"

"You were talking in your sleep the last time I visited you in Welby. You told me I was supposed to wake you up and that we were going to miss our flight. I put the pieces together quickly," Emily remembered.

"And what did you say?" Alison stared into Emily's chocolate brown eyes. Oh, how her Mermaid was so sweet and caring. To think she has a chance with her now…

"I told you we'd take the next one." Emily looked right back into her eyes and twined their hands.

"Will we?"

"Of course!" Alison wastes no time in bringing their mouths together, tasting the lips she's yearned for so long. Emily is hungry as well and Alison can feel her desire peaking in her lower stomach. Emily slowly pushed her onto the couch and then she suddenly remembered that there was something else she wanted to talk about.

"Emily, wait!" She pushed the brunette back only slightly, "There's something else."

"What is it?"

"It's about the baby," Emily suddenly remembered that Alison was pregnant and pulled back from the blonde's lap for fear that she was putting pressure on her belly, "I'm going to keep it."

"Are you sure?"

"I know it's Archer's, but… I have been looking for a family since I was born and this baby might be my chance," Emily did not react. Alison sat back on the couch and waited for the upcoming rejection, "I know this is too much to handle, so I don't blame you for not wanting to get involved with me and-"

"Are you crazy?!" Emily interrupted, making Alison jump slightly. Maybe the brunette's reaction was going to be worse than expected, maybe- "Alison, you're all I dream about and I'm not throwing this opportunity away! I will be there to help you with this baby!"

"Seriously?" Alison grinned, placing her hands on her stomach.

"Of course!" Emily smiled like a child, "I'm not gonna let you go through this alone!" She reached out and placed her hand over Ali's stomach, "I love you, Alison!"

The blonde took Emily's hands and kissed them. How come she deserves such a sweet, loving woman in her life? Emily would be a great mother to her… Wait, this is a little too much, right? Emily is agreeing to help you with this, not to mother the child. You're barely together, Alison, get your shit straight. But what if she and Emily could mother the child? God, that would be a dream come true and, suddenly, the question is too irresistible.

"Do you want to… I mean, do you want to be a mother as well?"

Tears gathered in the corner of her Mermaid's eyes, "Ali, are you seriously proposing this?"

"Emily, I know this might seem too much, but… you'd be an awesome mother."

Emily blushes, but she lifts Ali's shirt and blows a loving kiss on her womb, "I accept. We're gonna be mothers, Ali!"

"We're gonna be mothers, Em!"

The afternoon was perfect. They talked about their plans, what they would buy for the baby, possible names and then they made gentle love on Ali's couch. Emily, like the gentlewoman she was, always made sure Alison was comfortable with whatever they were doing. They ended the day with a few loving kisses and Alison curling up against Emily's chest. The moment was perfect.

It was all too soon to last.

Two weeks later, Alison was lying on her couch watching some old-fashioned movie when Emily arrived. The two of them have been living together since they've started dating. Also, they were already thinking of ideas on how the baby's room should look like: the furniture, the toys, the decorations… Needless to say it, they couldn't hide the pregnancy from their friends. Aria had been ecstatic about the possibility of having a godson or a goddaughter. Hanna was already suggesting names. But Spencer – always Spencer – was a little skeptical about it. She said that, as much as she supported their decision, they were moving too fast. Alison didn't care; just the thought of having a family with Emily made her feel like she was in the clouds.

"Hey, baby," Emily knelt near the couch and pecked Ali's lips, "Are you feeling any better?" Alison had ditched school today due to an unusually strong morning sickness. Emily spent most of her morning holding Ali's hair as the blonde threw up.

"My stomach has been weird all day, but at least I'm not throwing up," Alison chuckled as Emily slid up her shirt to reveal her skin. First, she placed a soft kiss on Ali's troubled stomach and then she kissed her womb, greeting the little one just like she did every day. Alison loved when Emily did that. The gesture had become a part of their routine: Emily would kiss the baby good morning, before work, after coming home, and goodnight.

"Little one, you have to easy up on Mama, okay?" Emily talked to her womb as if their baby could hear it and Alison giggled.

"It's alright, Em," The blonde took her girlfriend's hand and played with her fingers, "It's just a morning sickness."

Emily kissed her fingers, "I wish I could've stayed with you."

"Don't blame yourself. You already do so much for me, Em. You leave at 1 am to buy me soybeans and bananas. You help me on every domestic chore. You even buy clothes for our baby!"

"Oh, now that you've mentioned it," Emily searched through her bag and found a pair of tiny little shoes for the baby, "I found these!"

Alison tears up when she thinks she's so lucky to have this woman, "You didn't have to..."

"I wanted to," Emily bumped her nose and kissed her softly, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Their night ended with Emily safely wrapping Alison in her embrace after two orgasms or three. Emily was nothing but careful with Alison, choosing the spooning position so as to not put pressure on Ali's belly whereas Alison just wanted her Mermaid to take her. The pregnancy hormones probably make her horny, but it's hard to think when Emily's fingers are buried inside of her doing unholy things. One of the things Alison loved the most about her girlfriend was how sexy and loved Emily made her feel. This was really important for a woman in Ali's situation because it gave her a boost of self-esteem.

Alison was sound asleep until she felt the first sting. Or stab – that might be the most appropriate word. She tried to ignore it; cramps aren't really that unusual in pregnant women. However, the second stab was stronger and she found herself squirming. Alison bit her lip because she didn't want to wake Emily, but her girlfriend felt the rustling in her arms anyway.

"Ali, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think I've got cramps, but I'm fine," Alison breathed through the pain as Emily snaked her hands around her belly and massaged softly. Ali was sure that no doubt the gesture would bring much relief to her had it been a normal cramp. But Emily's hands, as surprisingly as it sounds, only made it worse and she hissed.

Emily immediately removed her hands, contenting with kissing Ali's neck softly, "I'm sorry, love," Alison was unusually cold and Emily didn't know why considering that they were spooning and there were sheets thrown over them.

Then, Alison felt the unmistaken scent of blood, metallic as it spread through her nostrils. She panicked, "Emily, I think I'm bleeding!"

Emily jumped out of bed and rushed Ali to the hospital.

"Emily, can you sit down, please? You're making me dizzy!" Spencer rubbed her temples as she watched the other brunette pace back and forth in the hospital waiting room.

"Calm down, Spencer?! I can't fucking calm down! Ali might lose the baby! She might even-" Emily swallows hard and cries silently. She can't think about the possibility of Ali dying. She just can't.

"Em," Aria tugs her hand and pulls her close, "Ali is gonna be okay. She's a tough woman and she won't give up."

"Yeah, Aria's right," Hanna squeezed her shoulder, "Ali will kick some ass as soon as she leaves this hospital."

Though Emily was thankful to her friends for being as supportive as always, she knew deep in her heart that something was wrong. There was an anguish that seemed to be inextinguishable.

Her prediction had been proven right when the doctor walked into the room with the soberest look on his face.

"DiLaurentis!"

"Here!" Emily sprinted to the doctor alongside Spencer.

"Are you family?"

"Yes, she's my girlfriend," Emily huffed, urging the man to be straightforward about Ali's state.

"Ms. DiLaurentis is doing fine. She's resting now because this was such a traumatic event for her," Emily sighed, but it was too soon, "The same can't be said about the baby, though. She lost him."

"What?" The world spun and Emily only stood on her feet because Spencer was holding her, "It- That can't be true!"

"I'm sorry," The doctor smiled apologetically, "Ms. DiLaurentis' room is on the far end of the left corner. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go."

Spencer kept mumbling "Emily, it's okay, she's fine" on her hair for a long time while she couldn't move. But it was like a bullet has torn her heart and it insisted on beating. Her baby had died.

Alison only woke up in the next morning, confused as to why she was currently lying on a hospital bed. Emily was asleep on the chair next to her bed, holding her hand. Ali couldn't help but notice that there were heavy bags under her girlfriend's eyes.

"Em?" Alison gently squeezed the hand twined in hers, hoping that it would be enough to wake Emily.

Much to her luck, it worked.

"Ali? You're awake," Emily seemed happy, but her voice lacked its usual enthusiasm. Alison forced her memory to remember what had happened on the previous day. She remembers being in Emily's arms. Then, a sting on her belly. The scent of blood. Emily rushing her to the hospital. The doctor injecting some liquid into her veins. And then darkness.

That's it, she had a hemorrhage.

"Did I sleep too much?" Alison tried to break the ice.

"No, only twelve hours," Emily replied and swallowed hard. That's when Ali knew something was still wrong. Her hands immediately flew to her womb.

"What about our baby?"

Emily went pale and tensed, "Y-You… You lost him."

It was Ali's turn to panic and she pressed her womb, trying to desperately sense any sign of life inside of her, "N-No, y-you have to be wrong. I can't have-"

"The bleeding was too much. The doctors did their best, but they couldn't save our baby."

"No! This can't be happening! It's not possible, I-!" Alison began to mumble incoherent words, her heart felt like it was exploding and, suddenly, there was not oxygen enough for her to function. She watched as Emily yelled for a nurse and then one came in and put an oxygen mask on her face.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Emily asked as Ali's vision started to blur.

"She's just in shock and-" Alison never heard the rest because she blacked out.

Nine am. The sunny weather outside is perfect for a morning jog, but Emily doesn't feel like it. She hasn't felt like anything for about four months since Ali lost the baby. Now her bed – the bed she shares with Alison – is pretty much a cold mattress. There was always a considerable space between them as of now. At first, Emily would try and cuddle with Alison, but it seemed that nothing could get to Ali these days. Emily eventually gave up.

Even though they lived in the same house, Alison barely spoke to her anymore. She murmured a few words like "please" and "thanks" when the situation called for it, but they never talked – much less about the miscarriage. It was as if Alison had died as well, for she was lost in a world even Emily couldn't reach and that destroyed the brunette. She couldn't take it anymore. Emily wanted to move on with her life and, God, she loved Ali she really did, but the blonde was frozen in time.

Emily stood up, early as usual, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. She always made strawberry pancakes for Ali, hoping the treat would at least make her smile, but it was fruitless.

Fifteen minutes later, Alison walked into the kitchen, picked her orange juice, and stared at the horizon. Emily swallowed the pain and gathered the courage to talk to her.

"Ali, we need to talk about what happened," Emily sits beside her and takes her hand. Upon getting no answer, she begs, "Please!"

Alison stands there as though she hadn't heard Emily speak.

"Please, Ali! Come back to me!" She cried, "I know that it was hard for you and that you loved this baby, but it wasn't your fault! I need you to move on, please!"

Once again, Emily got no answer and began to get frustrated, "Ali, can't you see that I'm suffering too?! That it's tearing me apart to stay here and live with you when you seem so unreachable to me?!"

Alison just ducked her head, but that wasn't the reaction that Emily expected and she snapped.

"You know what?! I'm tired of this! I've been trying to be there for you, to be the person that you need, Ali, but I just can't do this anymore!" Emily openly cries in front of her girlfriend, whose hand tightens around her glass, "I love you, Ali, I really do! But sometimes love is not enough. I am not enough to save you know. I'm sorry."

Emily sprinted out of the back door without knowing where to go. As soon as she left, Alison went to what was going to be the baby's room. She grabbed the last pair of shoes that Emily had given her and remembered how they have been so happy about the baby. Alison had thought she had finally found her way to happiness. And then it was all taken away from her. First the baby, now Emily. Though she deserved it. She knew she did. Alison pressed the little shoes against her body and cried, whispering the words she should've said a few moments ago:

"I love you too, Emily."

Emily was barely out of the door when she ran into a familiar face: Spencer. Not that she was up to social interaction today. Still, Spencer seemed keen on talking to her.

"Emily, wait!" The lawyer grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"What, Spencer?!" She snapped.

"Is everything okay? I just saw you leave Ali's house-"

"No, it's not fucking okay! My baby died four months ago and my girlfriend doesn't even talk to me anymore!"

"Wait, why is Ali not talking to you?" The question somehow made Emily feel that at least there was someone trying to understand her.

"She's not dealing well with the miscarriage, Spence," Emily revealed, "And, instead of talking to me, she holds it all in with an empty stare all day. I just left her house, Spencer. And Ali hasn't come after me."

"Em, maybe she just needs time," Spencer pointed out, "The loss was traumatic for her as well."

"I know, but I was hoping that we could deal with it together. Instead, it's tearing us apart," Emily swallowed back her tears.

"Emily, that's why I told you were moving things too fast-"

"Spencer, if you're gonna give me shit about it, I might just leave!"

The lawyer pulled her arm again, "Hey, listen to me! I'm not criticizing you, Emily! I'm just saying that planning a family is hard, even for couples who are together for years. But it's harder when it gets you by surprise. Take me and Toby for example," The mention of Spencer's previous relationship suddenly had Emily pretty interested in what her friend had to say. Not only was it related to her current problem, but now she'd get to know what tore Spencer and Toby apart. Now that she thinks about it, Toby never talked about it with her, "We were pretty stable back then until I had a pregnancy scare. He wanted a family and I wanted a career. Even though it was just a scare, it was enough for us to notice that, though we loved each other, we wanted different things in life."

"I can imagine how hard it must be for you and Alison. I know you two have a troubled past and that Alison wanted this baby a lot. She wanted to build a family with you because family means safety and that's just something she's never had, Em. And then it was suddenly ripped apart from you, which means that she doesn't know where she stands right now. Emily, she's afraid that you'll leave."

Emily frowned, "That's just what I did."

"Then you have to go back and talk to her. Show her that you'll be there for her!"

"Spencer, I've tried!" Emily finally cried, "I've tried, but I can't bring her back!"

"Emily, Alison needs to know that she can't trust you. She needs to know that you won't leave her after this. So, go back there, hug her or do whatever you do that makes her swoon. She'll thank you for this. Maybe not today, but she'll never forget that you were by her side."

Emily nods, wipes her tears and walks back to the DiLaurentis house ready to be by Ali's side again.

When Emily walked through the front door, she saw no sign of Alison and panicked. What if her departure made the blonde do something crazy like running away or worse. Therefore, Emily ran up the stairs to check if her girlfriend was in the house. Then, she saw an open door – the door to the room that would be their baby's. As Emily scooted closer, she heard a few sniffs and sobs and sighed.

"Ali?" She carefully knocks on the door. Alison is curled near the closet holding a pair of tiny little shoes in her arms – the same shoes Emily had given her before she had a miscarriage.

"Em?" Alison looks up and suddenly bolts into her arms, barely giving Emily time to react, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!"

"I'm here for you, Ali," Emily murmurs against her hair and finally wraps her arms around her girlfriend, "I'm not leaving."

"I-I t-thought you w-were going to leave me," Alison hides her face in Emily's chest, "I didn't treat you well and-"

"I love you, Alison."

"W-What?" Ali raises her head and asks.

Emily cradles her face, "I love you, Alison."

The blonde shakes her head, "How can you? How can you when I lost the one thing you've always wanted?"

"The baby? Ali, it was a miscarriage!"

"It's my fault. Maybe if I had-"

"No, Ali," Emily holds her face more firmly, "It's not your fault. The doctor said it was even surprising that you hadn't lost the baby before, considering all the drugs Archer injected into your body and all the stress you've been through. You're a warrior."

"So, you don't blame me?" Emily catches a hint of forgiveness on Ali's face. The blonde was ready to forgive herself. Honestly, Emily should've seen the guilt before. Alison always had the bad habit of shouldering the blame – in this case, a blame that doesn't even exist.

"No. I adore you," Alison cried and kissed her. Their tongues found each other again as Emily hopelessly tried to dry Ali's every tear until she found out she was crying as well. She took Ali to bed and they slowly made love for the first time in months. When Ali fell asleep in her arms, Emily was sure this was the first of many tranquil nights.