A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, guys! Here's Thanksgiving, and a thanks to the reader who suggested it.

"Just throw the ball!" Toby shouted at the television, almost hitting Paige in the face as she walked by with the box of garland. She snickered, watching as Toby stood by the TV, with Caleb and Ezra sitting on the edge of the couch. Sunday football was on and normally she would be joining them, but she and Emily were hosting the group's yearly pre-Thanksgiving gathering. Each year of the Sunday before Thanksgiving, they would all gather at one of the girls' house and have a celebration. On Thanksgiving, she and Emily were planning on going to her parents' house with the kids. The dinners they had with the girls and their families were always enjoyable too, especially watching the men when the Eagles were on. Paige loved football too, although she didn't find herself rooting for the Eagles anymore since Emily's family had spent so much time in Texas. Emily liked to see the Cowboys win and Paige wanted whatever would make her happy, much to the disgust of Toby, Ezra, and Caleb.

"They're going down, Toby."

"Be quiet, traitor."

"You're a very rude guest," she told him, swatting the back of his head.

"It's true. You loved the Eagles with the rest of us."

"People change," she insisted, setting the box down.

"People who are pussy whipped," Ezra cut in. Paige stared at him and laughed as Caleb gave him a high five.

"You were my teacher once. You can't say that."

"I'm not anymore. And besides, it's true."

"You all are, too."

"Not as bad as you."

"Spencer," Paige whined as Spencer came out of the kitchen, sipping apple cider. "Your husband is mean."

"Toby," Spencer scolded, sitting down next to him. "You know what a crybaby McCullers is."

"You guys are all bullies," Paige told them, sighing dramatically. "Where's Em?"

"Kitchen with Aria and Hanna."

"Can you keep an eye on the kids?" she asked, glancing at the group of six kids coloring on the floor. "I don't think any of them will be able to tear themselves away from the game."

"Sure thing. Tell Em I'm out here if she needs me."

"Mommy, look at my picsure!" Bella exclaimed, holding up a sloppily colored picture from a Christmas coloring book.

"That's beautiful, honey," Paige replied. "We'll have to hang it on the refrigerator."

That was when she noticed Olivia and Ryan were giggling, their eyes darting to her. She looked at them, raising her eyebrows.

"What's so funny?"

"Daddy said you were pussy whipped," Ryan replied, and Olivia laughed again. "That sounds funny."

Paige groaned. Spencer stared at her husband, who was laughing hysterically while Ezra just grinned.

"Toby! Ezra! Not in front of the kids."

"Sorry," Ezra replied sheepishly.

"What does that mean, Daddy?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing. I was just joking," Ezra replied, smirking at Paige. He winked. Paige shook her head and made her way to the kitchen. Emily was there with Hanna and Aria, working on the food. It smelled strongly of spices, and she inhaled deeply, walking over to her wife. Emily had inherited Pam's cooking ability while Paige could barely boil water without burning the house down. She greatly appreciated the food Emily made for them; she always made sure they were well fed. She often teased her that she was just like Pam, but really she loved it.

"Babe? I only found the garland and lights in the garage," Paige told her, brushing off the black vest she was wearing. The few Christmas decorations she had found had taken up quite the collection of dust.

"The rest must be in the attic. Are you going to be able to get the guys away from the game long enough to set up the decorations?"

"Probably not. Ezra also just called me pussy whipped in front of the kids."

"I am so sorry," Aria replied, covering her face while Hanna burst out laughing.

"That's hilarious! And so true!"

"We need new friends," Paige told Emily. "Did you want to go up and look with me?"

"Sure. Aria, keep your eye on the oven. Make sure Hanna doesn't burn the house down."

"Love you too, Em."

Emily smiled, following Paige up the stairs. Paige reached for the door knob to lead them to the attic, but before she could do that Emily grabbed her arm and pulled her into their bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Paige was about to ask what she was doing but was interrupted when Emily pushed her up against the wall, kissing her neck. She wasn't sure where this was coming from, but she certainly wasn't about to complain.

"Em…. what-?"

"Shhhh," Emily replied, quickly unbuttoning Paige's jeans.

"Babe… all the people downstairs…. the kids….."

"Good thing you're quiet," Emily replied, slipping her hand inside Paige's underwear. She massaged her clit, her fingers slipping easily through her wet folds. Paige gasped, her breathing labored.

"Emily….."

"You know how I can't help it when you wear that vest," Emily hissed into her ear, and Paige grinned. Personally, she thought the vest her parents had given her for Christmas last year was hideous, but for some reason it seemed to drive Emily insane. This wasn't the first time Emily had accosted her with other people nearby while she was wearing it.

"Uh," she replied, her mind too clouded with arousal to care that there were at least a dozen people downstairs. It was pretty impossible to think rationally with Emily's hand cupping hr center.

"You're so fucking sexy."

"How much have you had to drink?" Paige asked, only half joking. One glass of wine and Emily couldn't keep her hands to herself.

"Not much. Now hush."

Paige did as she was told, whimpering when Emily thrust her fingers inside of her. She closed her eyes as Emily began to move in and out of her, caressing every inch of her walls. Them being quick wouldn't be a problem; the excitement of doing this with so many people here was getting to her and she already felt like she was going to come as Emily pushed her thumb into her clit, her stomach tightening with pleasure. She briefly hoped no one was noticing how long it was taking them to get the decorations before allowing herself to completely focus on the pleasure Emily was giving her. She was thrusting faster now, her thumb rubbing her clit each time. Paige whimpered, tears of pleasure filling her eyes as she felt herself beginning to tighten around Emily's fingers. A couple more thrusts and she came hard, her mouth open in a silent cry as she clenched around Emily. She felt lips gently press against her own as she was brought down from her high. Which was when she remembered all of her friends and the kids were downstairs.

"Holy shit, Em."

"Sorry. I couldn't help it."

"I'm not complaining."

"We better get those decorations."

Paige nodded, buttoning her jeans. Her legs were slightly shaky when she got up and Emily grinned triumphantly. She never failed to leave Paige trembling.

They hurried to the attic and found the other boxes, carrying them downstairs into the living room. Paige asked the guys to help her outside while Emily went back into the kitchen. Hanna was smirking, although she wasn't sure why.

"Took you an awful long time to get those decorations, Em."

"What are you talking about?" Emily asked, hoping they couldn't see her pink cheeks. They couldn't know. Paige had barely made a sound.

"I'm just saying. I hope you're going to wash your hands before you start the pie," Hanna replied, grinning. Aria's eyes widened as Emily looked away.

"Emily!"

"What the hell, Hanna?"

"I went up to use the bathroom and I heard you and Paige, uh, getting the decorations," Hanna replied, using air quotes. "I'm not that dumb."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Emily insisted, and she went to the sink to wash her hands. Aria shook her head, grinning.

Meanwhile, Paige had finally convinced the guys to come outside and help her decorate the house. Normally Emily would help, but since she was busy with the food Paige had promised she would do it. Spencer was inside with the kids, and all seemed to be well.

"That's crooked," Caleb told Toby loudly. Caleb scowled, looking at the wreath he had hung over the center of the porch.

"It's perfectly straight."

"Paige, what do you think?"

"I know nothing about being straight," she replied, not even looking as she and Ezra strung lights around the tree in the yard. "Caleb, don't worry about it. Em will love it either way."

"You know," Toby started, coming over to her. "As much as we tease you, when I first became Emily's friend, she was pretty miserable. Scared, unhappy. And you changed all of that."

"Thanks, Toby. But I'm pretty sure she pulled me out of a bigger hole."

"Maybe. But if it weren't for you…. after Maya she may never have been happy again. You made her smile when no one else could."

Paige looked at them, fighting tears. She knew they all really liked her, the girls included, and after all she and Emily had been through, she really liked the idea of being included in the group.

"Wow. When did you guys get so soft?" she asked, trying to joke. Caleb grinned and playfully punched her shoulder.

They somehow managed to finish the decorations before dinner. Emily called them inside shortly after and they all squeezed around the table, which was full of hungry, shouting kids. And although it was noisy, they wouldn't have it any other way.

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On Thursday, Emily and Paige got the kids into the car and drove them to the McCullers' house about twenty minutes away. Pam and Wayne would meet them there later; it had come to be a tradition that the two families would always get together for the holidays. Considering the rocky start Pam and Nick had had, they all got along perfectly now.

They arrived just before noon and made their way up to the house. Clare greeted them at the door, giving each of them a hug and a kiss. She fussed over how big the girls were getting, and they both loved the attention they always got. They sat and talked in the living room for a while, Bella falling asleep on Emily's lap and Olivia falling asleep at Paige's side. It had been a long, tiring week for sure, but in a good way.

"I know I say this every year, but it means the world to us that you come here every Thanksgiving," Clare told them. "Your father agrees, even if he can't tear his eyes away from the game long enough."

"What?" Nick asked, looking at him. The three women laughed, leaving him looking puzzled. "Sorry, Clare, but I'm focusing on the Cowboys losing again."

"No, we want them to win," Paige replied, grinning at her wife.

"Paige," Nick replied, shaking his head. "Have I taught you nothing?"

Emily's parents got there close to dinner. Like Paige's parents they fussed over the grandchildren, who were now well rested and full of energy.

"You've gotten so big, Olivia," Pam told her, and Olivia beamed. "And you look just like your Mama."

"I'm big too," Bella added, used to the spot light being on her. Pam smiled, lifting the little girl into her arms.

"You are. I think you might be taller than me soon."

"Dinner's almost ready," Clare announced. "Kids, come wash up."

"So many memories in this house," Emily remarked as they went into the dining room. Paige smiled, taking her wife's hand.

"Something I'm very thankful for."

They left a couple hours later, full, satisfies, and grateful for the family they got to share the day with. Both kids fell asleep on the way home and Emily felt like she might nod off herself. Her warm bed was sounding very nice.

"Now we really need to start getting ready for Christmas," she remarked sleepily. Paige chuckled.

"Honey, you've been doing that since September."

"I have not," she protested, although she did so with a smile because she knew it was true. And Paige wouldn't have it any other way.

"You know I love it."

"I know," Emily replied, smiling. "Paige?"

"Hmm?"

"You're not too tired from the turkey, are you?"

"For you?" Paige asked, turning to look at her. "Never."

"Good," Emily replied, grinning at her wife. "Cause I can think of a perfect way to end this Thanksgiving."

When they got home they got the kids ready for bed, tucking them in and kissing them good night. Bella was asleep instantly in her toddler bed, her favorite stuffed bear clutched in her little hand. Olivia was half asleep too but not ready to stop talking as her mothers kissed her good night.

"Santa's gonna come on Christmas, right?" she asked sleepily. The two women smiled at each other.

"Of course, sweetheart," Emily told her. "Don't worry."

"But remember, he knows when you're awake," Paige added. "Better get to sleep."

"Can we go see him soon?"

"Yes, Liv. We'll go see him soon."

"Good. Good night, Mommy. Good night, Mama."

"Good night, honey."

"We love you."

They quietly left the room, closing the door over. Emily grabbed Paige's arm and pulled her into their room, shutting the door behind them. Paige kissed her passionately, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as Emily wrapped her arms around her. She laid her down on the bed and climbed over her, kissing all over her face. Emily sighed appreciatively under her, rubbing at Paige's crotch through her jeans.

"Em," Paige whispered, her eyes closing. Emily smiled, the moon light reflecting off of her wife's perfect face. She looked angelic.

"I am thankful for so much," Emily told her softly, her breath catching as Paige kissed her way down to her center. "For you, for the kids… for getting to spend the day together."

"I know," Paige whispered, pressing a kiss to her clit. "I love you so much, Emily."

"I love you, too….. oh, Paige."

Paige didn't respond. She was too busy licking up and down her wet slit. Emily moaned, pressing herself further into her wife's mouth. Yeah, this was definitely the perfect end to a perfect Thanksgiving.

"Paige… fuck, yes….."

"Shhh," Paige replied, swirling her tongue around Emily's wet entrance. "The kids are sleeping."

Emily moaned again. Paige began to suck on her clit, softly but steadily. Just the way Emily liked it. Emily was clutching onto her hair, moaning and cursing as Paige quickly brought her to the edge. It was only minutes later before she reached her climax, crying out Paige's name as she was gently brought down from her high. She lay there panting, Paige leaning over her as she grinned smugly.

"You're so beautiful," Paige told her gently, caressing her cheek. Emily sighed contently in response. "Is that what you had in mind?"

"Definitely."

Paige kissed her, letting her taste herself on her lips. Emily ran her fingers up and down hr back lightly, gazing into her eyes.

"Take your clothes off," she whispered. "Now."

Paige quickly did as she was told, almost falling off the bed in her haste. Emily giggled at her wife's lack of grace; Paige being a klutz was part of what made her so lovable. Once she was undressed, Emily pushed her down and climbed over her, kissing her while simultaneously kneading her breasts. Paige was whimpering softly, her center throbbing with want. Luckily Emily wasn't in a teasing mood and set right to work, kissing her way down between Paige's legs. She gasped with relief when Emily's mouth connected with her center. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure Emily was giving her.

She held Emily's hand tightly as she came, whimpering her approval. Once she finally caught her breath Emily laid down beside her and kissed her lovingly, snuggling against her. They lay in a comfortable silence, reflecting on the day and how grateful they really were. They had it pretty good, something they once thought wasn't possible.

"Did you ever think we would get married?"

Paige looked at her wife. She hadn't even thought Emily loving her was possible until quite a while after they had started dating. It had taken a lot of time and patience on Emily's part to convince her otherwise. She had waited for Emily to change her mind, to run away when she realized just how much Paige had struggled in the past. When Ali had first come back, she had though just for a minute that Emily had known the whole time and their relationship was a joke, a way for Ali and the rest of the girls to laugh at Pigskin's expense. But then logic had come through and she knew Emily could never be so cruel. And then Emily had chosen her. Then finally, little by little, Paige had begun to believe. But she hadn't thought for a minute they would ever end up this happy. This was beyond her wildest dreams, and she wished she could go back and tell her fourteen-year-old self that it would all be okay.

"No. But I'm really glad that we are."

"Me, too."

"Can I be honest about something now that it's been years?"

"Sure."

"When Alison came back, and you….. you kinda dumped me, I thought maybe you had known the whole time and our relationship had been her idea so you could all laugh at me."

"Oh, Paige," Emily whispered, looking absolutely heartbroken at the revelation. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I know I handled that really badly and I regret it to this day."

"Em, that's not why I told you," Paige told her, squeezing her hand. Emily's eyes glistened with tears in the moon light coming through the window. "I told you so you can see how far we've come."

"We have come pretty far, haven't we?"

"Yes, we have."

"I love you, Paige. And I'm never going to stop."

"I love you, too," Paige whispered, kissing her. "My logic prevailed pretty quickly, by the way. It was just a quick regression to my freshman in high school days."

"Good," Emily replied, hugging her tight. "You mean so much to me. And I'm going to make sure you never doubt it again."

A/N 2: So, next part's Christmas. I sort of have an idea for what I want to do after that if you guys are interested. And if you have any suggestions or something you would like to see, just let me know!