A/N: have i ever mentioned how inconsistent of a writer i am? wow, i'm so sorry guys, it's been forever since i promised this last chapter. i really am sorry. i hope this makes up for it! :)


(Final) Chapter Three: Adhesive


She waited outside the terminal for what seemed like years. In the span of time since her arrival, she had already read through four magazines, downed a large cup of coffee, and even managed to write part of her graduate dissertation for physical therapy.

Now, Emily was pacing back and forth, clocking the minutes until Hanna would walk through the gates.

She was sure she looked maniac; her hair was jostled every which way from running her fingers through it, brown eyes wide and excited as she mumbled the numbers of the passing seconds under her breath.

"Flight 275 from Rochester International has now arrived," boomed a voice over the intercom.

Feeling her heart leap to her throat, Emily stood paralyzed as a crowd of people formed around her, all waiting to welcome back their loved ones or greet business partners. They shuffled about her, embracing and shaking hands while all Emily could do in her state of excitement was stare and wait even more.

Hanna plowed her way through the mob exiting through the gates with an expression of agitation. Her sunglasses were pushed to the top her head, tucking back her hair and giving Emily the relief of seeing her wonderful face after several months of separation.

When Hanna spotted her poised with a beaming smile, she sprinting across the distance and crushed Emily in an embrace. Hanna's arms tightened around her neck, eyelids falling shut at the feeling of Emily's hands on her lower back.

"You're here," Emily whisper, a grin threatening to split her cheeks in two. Hanna nodded in response, nuzzling the warm skin of Emily's neck.

They parted a minute later only for Emily to capture her lips, moving to kiss the dimples on both her cheeks when Hanna pulled away to laugh. She bumped their foreheads together, wiggling forward just enough to tap Hanna's nose with her own. Emily's hands had since migrated to the blonde's hips, thumbs pushing under the hem of her sweater to brush along her skin. Hanna let a whimper of pleasure escape at being able to taste the other girl on her lips, tracing a subconscious line between Emily's melting eyes smiling mouth.

"Shall we go grab your things?" Emily pondered, hugging Hanna even closer.

"As much as I don't feel like moving," she huffed, not bothering to finish her current sentence. "I just wish I had a lackey or something to go get it for me."

Emily laughed. "That's what I'm here for." Hanna shook her head and nudged Emily playfully on the shoulder, watching as the swimmer took a step back to faux-bow and sweep her arm out to the side. "After you, milady."


The crisp chill of spring air was shielded from her by a strong, warm presence wrapped around her waist. Emily's skin was scalding against her back and while she was thoroughly enjoying the feeling, she cursed the laws of nature that felt compelled to ruin her bliss by having her need to use the restroom.

Prying Emily's arms off without waking her proved to be a strenuous task; the swimmer would not her let go. After a bit of coaxing, Emily's tan arms loosened their grip just enough for Hanna to shimmy out from between them and roll out of bed. She picked up Emily's oversized flannel shirt they discarded from the floor and tugged it over her shoulders, clasping three of the buttons to keep out the cold. From behind her, Emily mumbled something in her sleep and she turned to see her girlfriend clutching the pillow that Hanna had used the night before to her chest. An adorable pout adorned her lips and Hanna was reluctant to leave, but the pressure on her bladder quickly reminded her of why she had gotten up in the first place, forcing her to leave the room and Emily's completely exposed nude body behind her.

Heading straight to the kitchen from the bathroom, Hanna decided to test her abilities at making coffee, since Emily was usually the one to make it for them. The instructions on the package were fuzzy and she sighed in realization that she had left her reading glasses on the night stand. As she turned around to march back into the bedroom, Emily stood leaning on the doorframe, twirling Hanna's glasses between her fingers.

"I think you forgot something," Emily smirked as Hanna gulped audibly.

"I was just about to go get those," Hanna stated, eyes boring into Emily's as she tried not to gawk at her naked breasts, stepping forward to retrieve her glasses. "Thanks, Em."

"That's not what I meant," Emily chuckled as the innuendo seemed to go over Hanna's head. "But you're welcome." She took a moment to study Hanna's outfit and let out a small moan of appreciation. "I've missed seeing you in my clothes."

Hanna, choosing to feign aloof, positioned her glasses on her face and whirled around to finish the task at hand. "Aren't you cold?"

"I don't know." Emily padded forward, coming to a stop behind her. "You tell me," she husked into her ear, placing her hands on the counter on either side of Hanna's body, and pressed herself flush against Hanna's back.

The spoon clattered against the counter top, falling from Hanna's hands as she felt Emily's hot breath on her neck, one of the swimmer's hands moving to slip under the fabric of her Hanna's shirt and lie against her stomach. She stretched her palm out and moved it slowly in a circle as Hanna struggled to control her breathing. Emily's hand meandered its way to Hanna's sternum, rising and falling with the rapid motions of her girlfriends expanding chest.

"You feel pretty warm to me," Hanna whispered, eyelids slamming shut as Emily reached up to palm her breast, head falling back to rest on a tan shoulder. Emily seized the opportunity and latched on to Hanna's throat just below the corner of her jaw, nipping at her pale flesh. Soothing over the bites with her tongue, she continued her little attacks until she physically couldn't reach anymore skin. Having lost her patience, Hanna spun around and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss.

She trailed her tongue along Emily's lip until her girlfriend gasped, giving her just enough room to slip it inside. Pulling away, Hanna snagged Emily's bottom lip between her teeth, tugging it along with her. Emily growled playfully and pulled her back in, snaking her hands down to Hanna's thighs and hoisting her up on to the counter, knocking over the coffee pot in her haste. Hanna tried leaning back to say something but Emily pushed forward, not giving a damn about anything else at this point. She parted Hanna's legs a bit wider, just enough to step between them and bring their centers dangerously close to one another's.

"Em," Hanna moaned, feeling Emily tease her fingers across the growing heat at the apex of her thighs.

"Don't worry, baby girl," she breathed, "I'm coming."


Spencer and Aria had taken her out for lunch that day, since Emily had been bogged down with school. She was disappointed, but proud of her girlfriend for managing to pull through and move on to grad school. When Emily had her breakdown back when she was a student at Penn State, Hanna wasn't sure if she could even make it through her sophomore year. Emily managed to surprise them all and graduated with high honors, and Hanna had been filled with so much admiration for her girlfriend it was leaking through every hug and smile she would direct her way.

Aria was chatting on about something she wasn't really paying attention to as her mind flitted back to Emily and their earlier activities this morning. Spencer regained her attention by flicking a cherry tomato at her forehead.

"What are you, seven?" Hanna grumbled while the two girls snickered at her annoyance.

"We've been trying to get you to listen for like five minutes Han, but you've been staring off into space with lovey-dovey moon eyes," Aria managed to quip through her laughter.

"I have not!"

"Have so," Spencer smiled, thoroughly amused with their antics. "Maybe someone had a good morning?" She mused, wiggling her eyebrows.

Hanna smirked. Three can play at this game.

"I made Emily coffee this morning."

"And?" Aria trailed off, prompting the girl for an answer.

Her saucy remark was cut short by a tugging on her sleeve. She glanced down to see a little girl beaming up at her. Her eyes flickered back to Spencer and Aria, who only shrugged.

"Hi," Hanna said with curiosity as she smiled down to the little girl, whom was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Are you Hanna Marin?" She asked, grin growing toothier by the second.

"Um, yes?" Hanna answered, completely befuddled at why a child would know who she was.

"I was looking through one of my sister magazines and saw the pretty pictures you took of those models and their nice clothes, so I read your interview in the back, and I just wanted to tell you that I really liked those photos! A lot!"

Hanna felt her heart turn to mush. "Thank you so much, sweetie!"

"I like to take pictures, too!" The little girl exclaimed. "But they're not of people. I take pictures of Henry," she held up the raggedy stuffed bunny tucked beneath her left arm.

Hanna chuckled warmly. "You know, when I was younger and before I took those pictures for that magazine, I used to make my friends dress up and model for me. Those two, right over there," she pointed to Spencer and Aria, who waved at the little girl with matching smiles, "and one of my other friends, but she's not here right now."

"Really?" The little girl looked hopeful and Hanna nodded in response.

"Yep. All the time!"

"I wanna be a photographer when I grow up, too!" Someone called out for the little girl and she looked away and smiled at woman walking towards the exit. "That's my mom, but thank you for talking to me!"

"No, thank you, sweetie!" Hanna smiled. "And keep taking pictures of Henry; I'm sure he'll appreciate it when he gets older, too."

The girl giggled. "Bye, Hanna!" She waved, and Hanna watched her turn and leave with a smile on her face.

"Oh God, someone call an ambulance because I think my heart just melted," Aria stated, placing a hand over her chest. "That was sickeningly cute."

"What can I say," Hanna tried to play nonchalant, but she was certain her heart was twisting in the same way as Aria's, "children love me."

"Finally over you fear?" Spencer asked, taking a large sip of her water.

"Working with Sean's mom all those years ago really helped," Hanna stated with a wave. "Plus, they had me photograph a few kids back in New York, and they weren't too bad."

"So do you think you and Emily will…" Aria trailed off, noticing Hanna stiffen at the suggestion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Hanna turned to look at the wall beside them.

"I'm sorry, did I cross a line?"

"No, it's just," Hanna sighed, resting her head in one hand and looking back towards her friends. "Emily and I haven't even talked about it much. I mean, sure, we kid around and says silly things like "you shouldn't be so careless with leaving your underwear around the house; imagine if our kids found it lying around somewhere", but nothing serious."

"Okay first," Spencer piped up, "Ew. Second, do you even want to have kids?"

"I guess. I just never pictured myself as someone who gets married and has children, but, since I've been with Emily… it's different."

"Different?" Aria raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

"It's just… different," she shrugged. "Because now, I can see myself being with this one person for the rest of my life. And, please don't make fun of me for this, but this morning, when I woke up and saw her sleeping, it truly crossed my mind. Like, "damn, I could marry this girl"."

Spencer and Aria made similar cooing sounds as Hanna's cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"Stop it, guys."

"You're too easily flustered for your own good, Han," Spencer chuckled. "You should probably talk to Emily about this."

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"In the meantime," Aria grinned, "Can we talk about how down right adorable your guys' kids would look? I mean, a little Hanna running around with tan skin or even a black haired, brown eyed little boy with your freckles and, oh God, someone stop me before I fall privy to a cuteness coma."


A few weeks later, Hanna was sitting at the kitchen counter, flicking through her photographs trying to decide which ones to include in her portfolio when she heard Emily's keys fiddling with the lock on the door.

"Han?"

"In the kitchen!"

She heard an excited giggle and a strange yipping sound come from behind her. Confused, Hanna spun around on the barstool and watched with wide eyes as her girlfriend stood in front of her, a blinding smile on her face and arms behind her back that seemed to be squirming around without her knowledge.

"Em, what-"

"Before you say anything, let me talk," Emily insisted like it was the most important thing in the world, the grin never leaving her face. "So, I was thinking about what we talked about last week, y'know, kids and stuff, and I remembered something you said to me back when we first started college and when I saw this little guy on the way home today," she moved her hands from behind her back and presented to Hanna a small black puppy, one ear floppy and the other standing straight up, tongue hanging excitedly from his mouth, "I couldn't resist."

"Oh my god!" Hanna scooped the puppy into her arms and he licked happily at her chin. "Emily, he's so cute!"

"I know, right?" Emily's heart clenched as she watched her girlfriend nuzzle their new friend's forehead with her nose. "I figured pets are kind of like kids, and if we have a dog and get a feel for what it's like, maybe in a few years when I'm done with grad school and we both have solid careers, we can maybe explore the option of possible extending our family?" She ended in an anxious tone, voice shaky and cheeks crimson as Hanna stared back at her in astonishment. "I mean, that is if you still want to have kids with me and aren't totally annoyed by my crankiness and such."

Without saying anything, Hanna stood up and pulled Emily to her, being careful not to squish their new puppy between them as she kissed her hard. It was chaste, but Emily felt reassured by it, nonetheless. It was cut short as their antsy little friend wiggled in Hanna's arms, craning his neck to lick both of their chins in one fell swoop.

They chuckled into the kiss and as they pulled away, the puppy continued licking Hanna's jaw until he squirmed from her arms and leapt to the floor, taking off running and yipping happily through their apartment. Hanna laughed as she watched her girlfriend scamper after him, very pleased with the image of Emily chasing a little baby boy or girl in their diaper one day.


Emily walked into their home after a grueling day of work to a house that was pleasantly silent. Normally, Pluto would be waiting for her at the door with his tongue hanging out, ready to pounce on her and beg her to take him for a walk on the beach. This time, Emily was by herself she walked around the lower level of their house, wondering why it was so quiet.

"Pluto?" She called out. "Marceline? Hanna? Hellooo, anyone home?" After checking every room and finding no sign of her family anywhere, she pulled of her boots and made her way upstairs. A soft snore caught her attention and she followed after it, stopping outside her bedroom door and leaning against the doorframe.

In her bed was her wife, daughter and dog, Marceline curled into Hanna's chest with Pluto sprawled out by their feet. Emily's heart warmed as she took a step forward, burning the image of her usually noisy family so at peace into her mind. She sat down on the side table and reached over to tuck a few loose strands of Hanna's long blonde hair behind her ear that seemed to have fallen out from her bun. Against her hand, Hanna began to stir.

"Em?" she whispered, her voice full of sleep as she craned her neck around so she could look at her wife. Emily placed a finger against her smile and bent down to place her lips on Hanna's forehead, inhaling the familiar scent of her strawberry shampoo.

"Go back to sleep," she murmured, fingers stroking through Hanna's hair.

"We left a mess in the kitchen when Marci and I tried to make you pizza. I need to clean it up."

Emily chuckled softly. "Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up. I'll be back up in a little bit, because a power nap sounds really nice right now. We can just order some Thai food when we wake up."

"Okay," Hanna smiled lazily, blue eyes twinkling with remnants of sleep. Their daughter stirred against Hanna's chest for a moment, twisting so more of her thick blonde hair fell onto her face. The two women laughed and Hanna reached out to brush her daughter's bangs back from her forehead.

"I'll be right back, I promise," Emily squeezed Hanna's shoulder and moved to stand up, but Hanna grabbed her by the lapel of her jacket and managed to steal a few small kisses before she let her go.

"Happy birthday, Emily," Hanna smiled before she rolled back over and closed her eyes. Emily stood pondering, considering her options before deciding to just leave the mess in the kitchen and shed her blazer, walking over to the other side of the bed and snuggled up behind her daughter, reaching out to place her hand on top of Hanna's.

The little girl beneath their arms groaned sleepily before rolling over to bury her nose against Emily's collarbone. Hanna's eyes opened as she watched their daughter curl into a ball and cuddle closer to her wife, who was doing the same.

"Hi mommy," Marceline squeaked out.

"Hi angel."

"Happy birthday," she mumbled before falling back asleep. Emily looked up and locked eyes with Hanna, who was smiling softly at her. Emily kissed her daughters head and trailed her fingers up Hanna's arm until her palm was cupping her soft cheek.

"Yeah, it is pretty happy," Emily stated before letting her eyes fall shut, anticipating the moment when they'd wake up still huddled together like this.