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Emily sighed as she stepped through the threshold of the Rivers household. She had definitely been on one of the worst dates ever. Stephanie was a sweetheart, she was and Emily admired the love she had for her daycare kids. Its just every time they started talking about regular, first date topics Emily's mind would drift off and remember the dates she had with Alison and the conversations they shared. She was totally in another world the entire time, and it wasn't fair to Stephanie. So, Emily had awkwardly ended the date after the first cup of coffee. When Stephanie tried to give her a goodbye kiss she not so subtly turned her head. She felt terrible, this girl had genuinely showed an interest in her but she was too hung up on her ex to give her a chance.

"Hey, Em! How was your date with Miss Teacher-Lady?" Hanna asked as she was stirring something on the stove.

"Terrible." Emily answered shortly.

"Why? I thought you said she was into you?"

"She was, I just wasn't as into her as I thought I was." Emily said quietly.

"Em." Hanna whined. "You didn't even give her a chance!"

"There's no point, Hanna." Emily argued. "I'm supposed to be with Alison. It doesn't make sense to deny it."

"Are you sure about this, Em? I don't want you to just run back to her because you had a bad date." Hanna questioned.

"I'm sure, Han. I've been thinking about this for weeks now. I think my date solidified it." Emily assured.

"So you want her back?"

"She's my Alison. She's always been mine." Emily breathed out, a weight being lifted off of her chest.

"Just be careful, Em. I support you, I just don't want you to get hurt again." Hanna asked concerned.

"With Ali, my heart has always been at risk." Emily said softly. "But being with her is so worth it." Hanna contemplated her best friend's words before asking the question that hung between them.

"What about the baby?"

Emily sighed. The baby made everything more complicated. She wanted to be a mother, she did and she wanted to parent a child with Ali more than anything.

"I, uh I want to be there for her. In anyway she wants me to be. As a parent, or as anything she wants me to be."

Hanna wiped away a stray tear, her friend was such a sweetheart.

"When are you going to tell her?" Hanna questioned a little overcome with emotion.

"Is she still coming over for Thanksgiving?" Emily questioned.

"I think so."

"That's where I'll do it." Emily smiled.

"She doesn't deserve you, ya know."

"Maybe not, but its always been her. Even when she was "dead" it was her." Emily sighed.

"You're such a romantic, Fields."

"I try, Marin. I try."


Alison sighed as she flipped through the channels on her television. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and she had absolutely nothing to do. The store would be closed until Monday, and she was bored out of her mind. She contemplated calling one of her friends and begging them to entertain her, but there was a risk that Emily would be there. She had decided that the only way she was going to get over the brunette goddess was if she isolated herself from her for awhile. She hated that she had given up, but it was for the best. Alison reached her hand into the bag of chips and grabbed a handful and stuffed it in her mouth. Who cares if she was having a self induced pity party? It was a free country. As she was lifting another handful of chips in her mouth her phone buzzes beside her.

Hey, Ali. Are you still going to Hanna's for Thanksgiving?

It was a text from Emily, of all people. It took every ounce of her willpower not to pick up her phone and text back. She needed to do this, even though it killed her. She tossed her phone frustratedly, why did she choose to go cold turkey from Emily now? Oh, yeah. Emily was kissing another woman. This thought made Alison feel a bit better about her decision. Even though she had no right to judge Emily for moving on, it still stung. They were together for practically a decade, and she found a new hussie after two months? It was like she meant nothing to her. Alison wrinkled her brow. She was angry, and that was the last thing she wanted to be. She was still in love with Emily, there was no doubt about that. But, her friends were right. Her and Emily couldn't be together if they were both broken. And for all that she knew, they were both progressing in the self healing process. She was getting her priorities straight while Emily was apparently going to therapy. As much as she didn't want to admit it in the beginning, this break was good for them. They were growing as people, and hopefully this would strengthen their relationship.

Ali..? Are you there? You usually respond, I hope you're okay.

Alison sighed. She didn't know how much longer she could do this.

Call me if you need me!

Probably not much longer.


Emily stared at her phone, puzzled. Alison wasn't replying to her text messages. There were two viable reasons for this occurrence. Alison was either lying in a ditch fighting for her life, or she was ignoring her. Both of these scenarios did not make any sense. Alison was ignoring her? She had no reason to be doing so! It kind of angered her. Emily sighed frustratedly, if she didn't have class then she'd march over to their once shared apartment and demand an explanation. But she did, and by the end of the school day, her passionate anger will have melted away and considerate, level headed Emily would have talked her out of it. Emily shook her head in dismay. Thanksgiving was tomorrow, she was planning on tell Ali about her feelings in less than twenty four hours. But she didn't know if the blonde would show up, let alone speak to her. It drove her insane, but it was Alison she was so unpredictable sometimes, it drove her wild. But she loved her, and she knew she didn't want anyone else. Emily pulled a hand through her hair, what if she was too late? What if Alison realized that Emily wasn't worth waiting for? That thought alone made her shiver. If Alison was really done with her, she'd accept it. Alison didn't want to be a parent with her anyways. Emily's student's began filling in for the first class of the day. Emily let the thoughts of Alison drift from her mind as she devoted her full attention to her students.

"Alright, someone tell me the atomic number for Fluorine." Emily stated as the tardy bell sounded. The entire class avoided eye contact, except for the expected overachiever.

"Anyone besides Jeremiah?" She pleaded.

Not a single student raised their hand and Emily let out an audible groan. These are the times she wishes she would have gone into Kinesiology instead.

"Well, I guess we need a little review then. Class open your textbooks to page 220."


Emily sighed as she walked into the Marin-Rivers household. She just wanted to go up to her room and sleep off this terrible day. But she had promised Zoe that she would help her decorate for tomorrow night's dinner, and she told Hanna that she would help prepare said dinner. Sometimes she hated being such a pushover.

"Aunty Em!" Zoe squealed as she walked through the door.

"Hey, sugar." Emily greeted "Where's Mama?"

"Mama's in the kitchen!" Came Hanna's voice.

Emily laughed as she made her way towards one of her oldest friends. Hanna was currently preparing the turkey to be put in the oven for overnight cooking.

"Looks like you don't need my help after all." Emily mused as she took in her surroundings. The counters were spewed with various food preparations ranging from pie to ham. It all looked pretty darn good, too.

"Spencer challenged me yesterday. She claims that my first Thanksgiving that I host will be terrible compared to the one she put on last year." Emily chuckled at the proposition. She didn't have any doubt in Hanna, but Spencer threw amazing dinner parties.

"So far, so good Hanna." Emily complimented as she stuck her finger into the pie batter that Hanna was about to mix.

"Hey! Hands out, you vulture! Sheesh, you're worse than Zoe!"

Zoe's head popped up at the mention of her name. Emily met her eye and lifted an accusing eyebrow at her. The little girl just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her job of creating individual placemats.

"Its so good, Han! I can't help it."

The two sat in silence for a bit while Hanna proceeded to stir the pie mix. When she finished, Emily spoke up from her place at the island countertop.

"So, have you uh heard from Ali lately?" Emily asked trying to be as subtle as possible.

"I haven't. She's supposed to call me tonight though, I need to know what she's bringing."

Emily frowned at her answer. Well at least Alison wasn't only ignoring her. It still didn't ease the knots forming in her stomach.

"Are you chickening out, Em?"

"No, its just I texted Ali earlier and she didn't respond. I think she's ignoring me."

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong. Did you?"

"Not that I know of?" Emily answered, still slightly confused herself.

"Maybe its a sign.." Hanna mused.

" Indicating what?"

"That maybe you two are really done."

Emily contemplated her friends words for a bit. What if she was right? What if she had waited too long to reconnect with Ali?

"I'll figure it out when I see her." Emily replied honestly.

Hanna raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her friend before shrugging, much like her daughter had done moments before.

"Whatever, Romeo. Just remember, when Romeo dies who lives? The Friar. You know why? Cause that guy would've been the one to Hanna Marin's advice.

Emily couldn't help but roll her eyes at the response. Hanna's advice had two ranges: really good and absolutely terrible. No in between.

"Okay, Han. The one who would've taken your advice is Mercutio." Emily joked.

"Was he was a Romeo or a Juliet?" Hanna genuinely asked.

Emily laughed obnoxiously. She loved her best friend.

"Oh, Han. You're worse than my high school kids."

The two friends laughed and joked while Hanna finished preparing dinner. Emily divided her time between coloring with Zoe and helping Hanna with miscellaneous jobs. As they were putting everything in the fridge for the night, Hanna's phone buzzed from the counter.

Hey, Han. I don't think I'll be going to dinner tomorrow. I'm sorry.

Hanna's eyes grew a little larger as she reread the text.

"Em?" She called to the brunette.

"Yeah?"

"Alison isn't coming anymore."


Alison hiccuped as she wiped away the remainder of her tears. She was watching a rerun of Dear John, and she was feeling particularly lonely that evening. She had no plans for Thanksgiving, her father was in the Hamptons spending it with his new wife and her children. She hadn't spoken to her brother in about two years. She could go to Hanna's, but the probability of Emily being there was way too high. She sighed, Thanksgiving this year was just going to be her, and a pizza. As Dear John came to an end, she heard obnoxious pounding on the door.

"That better not be that douche from down the hall." Alison muttered. Ever since her and Emily had moved in, their "neighbor" Scott had been totally inappropriate with them. He avidly made moves on both of the women, even though they continuously reminded him that they were in a monogamous relationship with each other. He was relentless, and he had gotten worse ever since Emily had moved out.

"I'm coming!" Alison bellowed as the insistent knocking grew louder. She fixed on her menacing glare as she tore open the door. Her eyes grew wide as they locked with chocolate orbs that she was certainly not expecting.

"Emily," Alison breathed out.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" Emily asked frown ever present on her voice.

Alison sucked in a hard breath as she tried to come up with an adequate answer.

"I, uh. I needed some space." She replied truthfully.

"I see," Emily sighed. Her suspicions were true. Alison didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She was too late.

"Yeah, with umm the store and doctor's appointments I've been pretty exhausted." Alison stuttered out.

"Why did you decide to bail on Hanna's dinner?"

"I told you, I needed space."

"From me?"

Alison gulped as she looked into Emily's eyes for the first time. They were filled with emotion, from what Alison could decipher it looked like sadness, anger and regret? Alison concentrated on Emily's eyes. She could understand the other two emotions, but regret? What did Emily have to regret? Probably kissing that hussy in broad daylight.

"I needed time to sort out my head." Alison replied still intrigued by Emily's eyes.

"So it is me?" Emily replied accusingly.

"Emily, you know I love you." Alison replied frustratedly. "I'm just taking your advice."

"Which was?"

"I'm not the most important person in my life anymore," Alison began. "I have another person to look out for." She finished gesturing to her stomach.

Emily glanced down to Alison's abdomen. Her stomach wtas clearly bigger since the last time she had saw her, which was only last week at their coffee date.
"I understand." Emily replied solemnly. She was about to turn around when she suddenly stopped. "Ali, go to Hanna's for dinner tomorrow. I'm flying to Texas to meet my parents, so you don't have to avoid me anymore."

"I'm not avoiding you, Emily." Alison replied. That was the last thing she wanted, in all honesty.

"I'm just giving you your space." Emily replied with a sad smile. "Have a good Thanksgiving." With that last statement, the brunette turned on her heel and left the blonde standing in the doorway. Alison was left gaping. Emily practically came over and said that she forgave her, and she rejected her? What has gotten into her? It must be the hormones. She went back inside the apartment and settled on the couch. When Emily got back from Texas, they were going to have a serious talk.


The Liars sat around the table, minus Emily, along with their significant others and Zoe. They were enjoying Hanna's spread, although Spencer didn't want to admit it Hanna threw a great dinner party. Everything was perfect, except the gaping hole that Emily's absence left. There was always a slight lull in the conversation where Emily would've chimed in, and the cranberry sauce was left untouched because Emily was the only one who ate it. Alison pushed her plate around absently. It was her fault that Emily wasn't there, she had stupidly let her pride get the best of her, yet again. If she hadn't seen Emily kiss that woman, she would probably still be barking at her heels like a lost puppy. The conversation had died down, and Aria had noticed the awkward silence accumulate at the table, and she tried to stir up conversation.

"So these mashed potatoes are amazing, Han. What did you add?" She began.

"Emily made them." Alison cut in. "She puts garlic salt in them."

"Well, um what about this macaroni salad?" Spencer added trying to help Aria.

"Emily made that too." Alison answered sullenly.

"Okay, Ali! I've had enough of your negative Nancy act!" Hanna interjected.

The whole table went wide eyed as they processed Ali's words. Spencer kicked Toby from over the table to jump start him into action.

"Hey, uh let's go watch some football?" He suggested to the men as he started to leave the table.

"C'mon, Zoe. You too." Caleb started as he went to retrieve his daughter.

"No, Daddy! Its getting juicy!" The toddler whined as she was forcibly removed from the dining table.

"Juicy?" Spencer questioned as she recalled her niece's previous statement.

"We watch a lot of reality TV." Hanna answered nonchalantly.

"Alison, why were you avoiding Emily?" Aria asked softly.

"She's the one who should've been avoiding you." Spencer muttered under her breath.

Alison narrowed her eyes at her brunette friend. After all these years, they still clashed.

"I was jealous." Alison stated shyly. "I saw her kissing someone else at the Brew."

"Emily kissed Stephanie?" Hanna questioned. "She told me that date was horrible."

"You knew she was dating again?" Alison asked accusingly.

"We all did." Spencer shrugged as she started removing her plate.

"And you chose not to tell me because..?" Ali asked angrily.

"Because." Aria started. "She wasn't technically dating her. Well not willingly."

"Okay, I'm confused. Someone please fill me in." Alison demanded.

"Well a couple of weeks ago, she started having all of these feelings resurface about you." Hanna explained. "So we suggested that she date someone else before she made a decision."

"Who'd she pick?" Alison asked nervously.

"Who do you think?" Spencer replied sarcastically.

And suddenly everything made sense. Why Emily came over last night, why her eyes were filled with regret. Alison's face broke into a huge grin as she fished her phone out of her purse. She needed to call Emily and explain herself.

"Oh no, no, no." Hanna warned snatching her phone.

"What?" Alison replied annoyed.

"You can't call her." Aria chimed in.

"And why's that?"

"Because we weren't supposed to tell you anything." Spencer stated.

"Well you did." Alison stated impatiently as she reached for her phone.

"Nope. You can't call her until she gets back on Sunday." Hanna demanded.

"Sunday?!" Alison exclaimed. "You can't drop a bomb on me like that and expect me to keep quiet until Sunday!"

"That's exactly what we expect you to do." Spencer stated matter of factly.

"Its only three more days, Ali." Aria bargained softly.

"Fine." Alison agreed.

Three more days. She could do that.

Maybe.


A/N: Hey, lovely people! Here's an update for ya! I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!