Hello, my lovely readers. So, this was supposed to be a short chapter and ended up being almost 10,000 words!
Once again, thank you to everyone who has left comments on my previous chapters, I love reading every single one of them. In answer to some people's questions:
There will be no plot twist in this story regarding the baby's parentage, since I wasn't a fan of the way that was handled on the show. I haven't mentioned the technicalities of how Emily got pregnant in this chapter, though it may be something that I visit later on. Long story short, the donor is anonymous and that is the way I plan to keep it.
I am planning on writing an AU Fic. I have a basic storyline in my head and plan to start drafting out in the next few days, since I'm pretty much out of ideas as to where I'm going to go next with this storyline. I have ideas for when the kids are bigger, but I don't want to skip that far forward just yet. Dont worry though, I won't be leaving this lying incomplete, I get inspiration very quickly :)
In answer to those of you who wondered why I made the decision to break up Toby and Spencer. I love Spoby and think they're a great couple, but they are also the most volatile of all the couples on the show. I figured that it was pretty unrealistic for all of the girls to remain in the same relationships since high school/(post-college for Emison) and unfortunately Spoby took the hit. Don't worry though, because though I haven't fully decided what will happen with them, this is not the end.
This chapter is rated M, for that one smutty follower who wanted all the sexy times. Enjoy ;)
Emily stood in front of the mirror, her snug, white t-shirt lifted up above her belly. With her hands on her hips, Emily twisted and turned in front of the mirror, checking herself out.
'What are you doing?' Alison asked as she walked out of the bathroom, half naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. Usually the sight of Alison walking out of the bathroom like this would cause Emily to pounce on her, but this morning she couldn't seem less interested by her half naked wife.
'Do you think I have a bump?' Emily asked as she turned around to face Alison and pointed at her flat tummy and the abs that dominated her torso. Alison loved Emily's body and even after all these years, she still felt that familiar ache whenever she saw her Wife naked. Alison bit down on her bottom lip as she thought about all the things she wanted to do to Emily. As she walked across the room, Emily could see that lustful look in Alison's eye. Her own hormones were going crazy with the pregnancy and she felt instantly turned on. Emily closed the distance in two strides and captured Alison's lips in a hungry kiss. She tugged at the towel that was wrapped around Alison's body, letting it drop to the floor as it revealed the other woman's body. Emily's ran her hand softly down Alison's side, around the curve of her full hips and to her backside, groping her ass firmly as she deepened the kiss. Alison moaned at the contact as she brushed her hands up the back of Emily's top, feeling her wife's muscles ripple under her skin. Alison parted just long enough to pull Emily's top over her head, revealing her bare breasts. She brought her hands round to fondle them as she leaned back in to the kiss, her thumb flicking gently over Emily's pert nipple.
'Ouch' Emily mumbled into Alison's mouth, before pulling away.
'What's wrong?' Alison questioned, unsure of what had happened to cause her wife pain.
'Nothing' Emily replied bashfully, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She knew she shouldn't be ashamed of anything around Alison, but this was all new territory. Emily was finding out new things about her body every day since she had discovered she was pregnant, some of these things were great, others not so much.
'Em, what is it?' Alison pushed, her face filled with concern for the woman she loved. Emily looked away for a second before catching eye contact again.
'It's just' she started, 'My boobs are really sore' finished quietly, so quiet that Alison had barely heard her. Her eyes widened slightly in realisation, but she couldn't stop herself from letting out a small chuckle.
'It's not funny, Ali' Emily retorted as she crossed her arms over her bare chest, annoyed that her wife found this situation so amusing.
'No, no. Baby, I know. I'm sorry' Alison replied, still stifling her laughter as she placed her hand on Emily's arm. 'I'm sorry, it's not funny' she repeated, finally composing herself.
'Whatever' Emily replied, rolling her eyes as she pulled away from Alison and put her t-shirt back on.
'Babe, I thought we were… you know' Alison signalled to the bed, wanting to pick up where they had just left off.
'I'm suddenly not in the mood' Emily replied coldly as she walked out of the room and headed towards the bedroom door.
'But, I'm horny' Alison complained.
'So? You've got a hand. Use it' Emily replied as she left the room. Alison stood in shock at what had just happened. How had they gone from making out and ripping each other's clothes off to Emily leaving and telling her to D.I.Y herself? Emily had been so up and down lately with her mood swings that Alison couldn't keep up, and now apparently those pregnancy hormones were blue balling her. She groaned to herself before deciding to just get herself dressed.
Alison spent the rest of the day in a foul mood after being left hanging dry that morning, leaving her students to bear the brunt of a seriously pissed off teacher.
'Lucy, I don't wanna hear your excuses, just get your paper on my desk by tomorrow morning or you'll be waving goodbye to Harvard and saying hello to Community College' she snapped at one of her Seniors, not even bothering to look up when the student had approached her desk. As the last few students filed out of the room, Alison let her head fall to the desk with a sigh.
'What a crappy day' she groaned to herself as she rested her hands on the back of her head.
'Mrs DiLaurentis-Fields?' she heard a student call as they knocked on the door to her classroom.
'What is it?' she asked harshly, looking up at the sheepish looking teenage boy, who had disturbed her silence.
'Um, Miss-Miss Enfield asked me to-to come get you' he stuttered, feeling intimidated by the teacher who had a reputation of being a bit of a tyrant. 'Sh-she said it's about your wife' he added. At those words, Alison's head shot up.
'Where is she?' she barked, jumping up from her chair.
'By the pool' he squeaked in response as he looked at Alison like she was a crazy person. Alison practically ran through the halls to get to the pool, where she found Emily sitting on the bleachers with a waste paper basket between her knees and her head plunged into it. Alison rushed over and sat beside Emily, automatically rubbing her back.
'Em, are you ok?' Alison asked, her frustration from before now long gone and instead replaced with nothing but concern for Emily. Emily shook her head in response as she vomited harshly into the basket, causing Alison to wince sympathetically as she pulled the brunette hair out of her wife's face and gently rubbed her back. Emily had had terrible morning sickness for the past few weeks and while she had some days where she had barely any sickness, other days Emily's sickness could be set off by something as simple as the smell of a burger or that one time she was stuck in an elevator with a particularly smelly man and had to stop herself from being sick on his shoes. Today, it appeared that the smell of chlorine, a smell that Emily had smelled every day since she was five years old, had turned her stomach into a washing machine and Emily couldn't stop being sick.
'I need to go home' Emily managed to say between bouts of vomiting.
'Ok, we'll go home' Alison responded, nodding her head in agreement. 'Bring that with you' she added, pointing to the waste paper basket as she helped Emily up from the bleachers.
'Can you ask Mr Heston to cover my classes for the rest of the day, please?' she asked Miss Enfield as they walked passed her, barely stopping to get her response.
Alison whisked Emily home with the windows wide open the whole way. Emily was only sick a few more times, but the smell of vomit filled the car and Alison had to do her best to not join in and make this a double team effort.
'Come on, we'll just go straight up to bed' Alison said as she led Emily into the house and up the stairs, making sure to leave the bucket full of sick outside the door.
'I need to shower' Emily said sadly, looking down at her vomit covered top. Alison wrinkled her nose as she looked at Emily and decided that if the vomit in her hair was anything to go by, then yes she needed to shower.
'Yeah, maybe you're right. You smell like that milk that Hanna left in the back of her refrigerator for six months' Alison replied, shuddering at the memory of the milk that had basically turned into cheese.
'Oh god' Emily groaned, the memory of that particular incident making her stomach turn. She doubled over and clutched her stomach as she vomited in their rosebush.
'Damn, I liked that rose bush' Alison sighed as she pulled Emily's hair back from her face and rubbed her back.
'Hi guys!' Aria greeted cheerfully as she opened the door.
'Hey, congratulations!' Emily cheered as she handed Aria a bunch of flowers and leaned in to hug her.
'Hey! Congrats!' Ali greeted as she leaned in for the next hug. 'Please tell me how you managed to write a whole book while juggling a newborn because when our girls were babies, I barely had time to eat' Alison added with a chuckle.
'Thanks guys' Aria blushed as she leaned down to the two smaller girls who were flanking their Moms. 'Grace, Lily thank you so much for my flowers. Sawyer is out back with Ava if you want to go join them' Aria said happily, barely dodging the girls as they ran through the house and out to the backyard. Alison and Emily shook their head, chuckling at their girls excitement.
They made their way into the living room, where Spencer sat cradling a sleeping, dark haired baby girl, and Hanna sat beside her with her own sandy haired son and Aria's brunette son in her lap. Hanna bounced the two ten month olds on her knee and Emily noted the happy glint in her friend's eye at the babies giggling.
'Hi' Alison and Emily greeted quietly, not wanting to disturb Spencer's four month old daughter.
'Everytime I see this kid, I wanna eat her. She's so freaking cute' Alison cooed as she moved in to take a closer look at the baby, fondly thinking about how she and Emily would be having another baby soon. 'I remember when the girls were this small'
'Yeah, it seems like so long ago' Emily added as she peered at the baby over Alison's shoulder.
'Even I can't believe how fast those two girls grew up. It's like they went from four years old to fifteen overnight!' Spencer stated with a chuckle.
'Yeah, well you've got all that to come' Aria added fondly.
'Yeah, one day you've got a milk drinking, diaper shitting machine and the next you've got a mouthy, smart-ass five year old who you're already having nightmares about becoming a teenager' Hanna joined in, causing the other four women to laugh, knowing fully well that Ava was Hanna's daughter through a through, and with Hanna's personality she was already full of way more attitude and sass than any five year old should be. 'Last week I was trying to get her to put on this really cute outfit that I bought for her, she rolled her eyes at me so hard, I honestly thought they were going to roll right out of her freaking head, and she told me that it was so out of style, Wilma Flintstone wouldn't have even worn it'
'Well, she definitely inherited her Mother's charm' Spencer chuckled as she looked down at her sleeping daughter and wondered if she would inherit her competitive nature, or Toby's kindness. As her mind lingered on the thought of Toby, she felt that familiar longing settle in her stomach. It was one that she had been feeling for a long time now, and Spencer was sure that it would be there for a long, long time.
It had been a long, emotional day for Spencer, having poured her heart out to Emily. She had spent the day going over everything with the other woman, telling her everything that had happened with Toby earlier that day and about the pregnancy, and while Spencer was glad to have finally talked to someone about the baby that was growing inside of her, the reality of the situation scared the hell out of her. As she walked home, she mulled everything over in her head, thought about the prospect of raising a baby and how she was possibly going to tell Toby. She reached the barn and saw that the lights were on, signalling that the very man she wanted so much to avoid, was just behind that door. Spencer froze outside the door, telling herself that it was better to go in now and face him that later but her heart was in her throat as all of the emotions from earlier rose to the surface, and spencer almost winced because it hurt so god damn much. Tears sprung to her eyes at the memory of them shouting at each other over the storm, of her hand coming into contact with that perfectly chiselled jaw and of Toby turning his back on her. Spencer felt her heart breaking in two, but as much as she was hurting right now, Toby deserved to know the truth and this baby deserved to have a Father, and it was that thought that pushed her through the door.
'Spencer' Toby spoke, his voice full of shock. 'I didn't think you'd be home so soon. I'll be out of your way soon' he added, looking everywhere around the room but into the eyes of the woman that it hurt so much to be leaving. He hated what he was doing to Spencer and he felt so incredibly selfish, but being in Rosewood, a town that was full of horrific memories and bad nightmares, was suffocating him. Every corner he turned, Toby was reminded of the horror they had been submitted to all those years ago. He recalled the fear her felt, every time Spencer put herself into danger in order to track down the bastard that was making her life a misery, and Toby had begun to hate the small town that he had grown up in because almost every memory he had in it was one filled with pain and loss and fear.
'It's ok, you don't have to rush' Spencer managed to reply, trying so hard to keep the threatening tears at bay. 'You can stay for a while if you like?' she offered, even though her heart was literally ripping in two as she stood in front of the man she loved so much.
'I don't think that's a good idea' Toby replied, and Spencer could see that he was feeling this pain too and it took everything in her not to walk across that room and kiss his beautiful mouth like her life depended on it, because she knew that it would only lead to more pain and more hurt, because ultimately Spencer knew how this was going to end.
'I lied to you' she blurted out. She hadn't even meant to, the words hadn't entered her mind before they came out of her mouth, they had just come out and Spencer figured she had to go with it now because how was she supposed to just take that back and with Toby looking at her expectantly, waiting for more, she took a breath and prepared herself for the conversation that was about to take place. 'When you asked me what was keeping me here in Rosewood. I lied'
'What do you mean you lied? Lied about what?' Toby replied, his tone confused and slightly accusatory, and Spencer wanted more than anything to take it back. To take back the hurt and the pain that she was causing. To just pack up her bags and go with Toby to Cambodia anything to take that look off of his face, but she knew that she couldn't do that. She had to do this.
'I'm pregnant, Toby' Spencer finally said into the silence, her voice barely a whisper but loud enough for Toby to hear, and Spencer's heart was pounding in her chest as she waited for his response. She watched as he processed the information she had just told him, his eyes flashing with more emotions than Spencer could identify, and she wondered what they would settle on as she saw a mixture anger and sadness, but also excitement and happiness. Spencer wasn't sure which she would prefer, with both options leading to impossible situations.
'Why didn't you tell me?' he finally hushed out, his face full of confliction as he caught her eye contact, his bag dropping from his hand onto the couch. Spencer had expected this question, but still she was lost for words. She didn't have an explanation that would make sense to Toby, not that she could articulate it if she did, not with him looking at her the way he was. Because Spencer was the woman who prided herself in having all the answers, of being logical and reasonable enough to work out even the most difficult of puzzles, except when it came to Toby. Toby was the exception to everything Spencer stood for, her ultimate weakness, and that was something that was still able to knock Spencer off her feet.
'Because you were already leaving me' she finally hushed out, her voice breaking and eyes stinging with tears. Spencer sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, trying so hard to hold the tears back, but she felt like she was being shattered into pieces every time she looked at him and no amount of strength or willpower was going to hold them back. She sees Toby flinch, stopping himself from moving to comfort her at the sight of her tears, and Spencer half wishes he would take her into his arms and tell her that everything would be ok, but she knows that it won't. Instead they stand there in a silent stalemate, neither knowing what this means or where they go from here.
'I wish you'd told me' Toby finally breaks the silence as he makes his way across the room towards her, and Spencer feels her heart rate increase, her chest hurting with the pounding of it against her ribcage. 'I'd never have even thought of leaving if you'd told me' he adds, and he's impossibly close to her now. She can smell his aftershave, and it smells so good she wants to just kiss him and feel his skin against her own. Toby leans down and brushes his lips against hers, and Spencer feels like her heart is about to explode.
'Stop' she manages to whisper against his, and it takes all of her willpower to not rip his clothes off and run her hands all over his body. Spencer rests her head against his chest, taking a second to indulge in the feeling of him before she puts distance between them. 'It doesn't change anything Toby' she finally says, not daring to look into his eyes.
'It-'
'No, Toby' she interrupts, shaking her head with a sad smile. 'You want to go back to Cambodia and I don't. That hasn't changed'
'I'll stay for you' Toby says automatically, even though he knows that he couldn't face a life of living in Rosewood. He knows that eventually he will want to move out of the small town and to somewhere with no bad memories haunting every corner, and he knows that Spencer will want to stay here. They will inevitably end up back in this situation, only they will have a child in the middle of them, pulling them to stay together and ultimately one of them will end up unhappy and miserable, and that's not a life Toby wants for either of them.
'Nothing has changed here Toby. Our relationship is fucked up enough already, a baby doesn't change that' Spencer replies sadly, fighting everything that is telling her to just shut up and kiss him, and they can worry about the future later.
'Spencer' Toby replied, his tone almost pleading, 'Please we can make this work'
'How can we make this work Toby? We want entirely different things right now and you said it yourself earlier, it's not fair for one of us to bend for the other' Spencer repeated Toby's words from earlier in the day, her voice full of sadness. She could almost laugh at how the tables had turned, if the situation were even remotely funny. Earlier she had been begging him not to walk out the door and leave her, but now she was convincing him that they had no future.
It had taken time, and it was something they were still working on but she and Toby had come to an agreement in regards to their daughter, Phoebe. Toby had gone back to Cambodia for six weeks, before settling in a small town just outside of Philly. It had been hard, spending time together for the sake of her pregnancy and the baby, and they had had more than a few slip ups along the way, but Spencer was happy with how things were right now. They had found a nice balance, and she hoped that maybe one day, things would change, because that love that they held for each other was still very much present, but right now they weren't right for each other. Quite frankly, the situation sucked and it hurt, and Spencer battled with herself every day to stop herself from driving to Philly and throwing herself at Toby.
'So, Aria. The book is finally out there. How does it feel?' Alison asked curiously. She would be the first to admit that when Aria came to them almost two years ago and said she had wanted to write a book about them and the whole A fiasco, she wasn't too happy about it, but Emily had reasoned with her that the whole damn world knew about it anyway because of the media presence at the time, so what harm was there in letting Aria take ownership of the situation in the best way she knew. The smaller woman had promised to let them all have final say in the book before it was published, and had vowed to scrap it at any point if any of them wished to do so, but when she had read the finished product, Alison had to admit that she was pretty impressed with it. Aria had written it in such a classy, tactful way without revealing too many unwanted details and all four of the other women had loved the final product.
'Honestly, it feels really scary now that it's out there' Aria admitted. She knew that it would be hard to put the truth out there after so many years of the public speculating and the media twisting the story to their own narrative, but she had seriously underestimated exactly how hard it would be. The other four women nodded, understandingly. They had all felt that same feeling in the upcoming release of the book, Alison's nightmares had returned in full force and she would wake in the night sweating and shaking, unable to shake the feeling of being buried alive, even with Emily holding her close and whispering into her ear to calm her, and Emily had taken to checking all doors and windows three times every evening, convinced that someone was going to attempt to break in during the night. The conversation was broken by the small cry of Phoebe, and Spencer jiggled her to hush her but the baby grew more erratic and Spencer figured she must be hungry.
'Ali, here can you hold her for a sec while I fix her bottle?' Spencer asked, signalling for Alison to take the baby. Alison reached forward and happily took the crying baby from Spencer's arms, hushing her as she rocked the baby to calm her.
'It's ok pretty girl' Ali hushed, smiling down at the brunette child in her arms. Emily looked on, her heart swelling as she thought that in a few months, this would be their child in Alison's arms. She thought about the last time she had seen Alison hold a baby, when Aria's son was born, and how down she had been that day to have had yet another negative pregnancy test. It had hurt so much to see her wife cradling another woman's child, and Emily could see in her eyes as Alison looked down on the tiny baby in her arms, just how much she wanted another child of their own, and Emily's heart had hurt so god damn much that she couldn't give that to her.
'Have you picked a name yet?' Alison asked as she cradled Aria's newborn son in her arms. Emily watched on, feeling incredible guilt and sadness at the fact that this should be them. They should be preparing to have this feeling and she should be ready to glow the way Aria glowed. Emily hated that she felt jealous of Aria, and Hanna, who had recently given birth to their sons just weeks apart. Then of course there was Spencer, whose own bun was baking nicely and the usually slender woman was beginning to fill out in all the right places, her pregnancy blossoming. Emily had tried to get Ali to let her stay home, but her wife had been insistent that she couldn't hide from their friends forever. Emily had rolled her eyes and countered that it wouldn't have to be forever, simply until she fell pregnant, or her friends' babies turned 18 and she didn't need to worry about those pangs of hurt that hit her heart every time she saw a baby or a pregnant woman.
'Yeah, I think we're pretty set on Harper' Aria replied with a smile.
'Oh, like the Beckhams?' Hanna perked up, suddenly interested in the conversation that was taking place. Alison snorted a laugh, knowing full well that they hadn't decided to name their daughter after the daughter of a 90's singer and soccer star.
'Like the Author, dumbass. You know, Harper Lee?' Alison quipped, 'Seriously, did you even get an education?'
'Oh' Hanna replied, pouting a little at being wrong. 'I was still half right though' she mumbled to herself dejectedly. Spencer gave her a sympathetic look and rubbed her arm, knowing that in Hanna's typical fashion, she had meant so well but had fallen just short of the mark.
'Han, did you and Caleb finally settle on a name for your little one?' Emily asked curiously, wanting to be involved in the conversation for her friends' sake. They weren't aware of what was going on with Emily, Hanna had mentioned a few times that she seemed different or down, but Emily had brushed the blonde off and blamed it on her time of the month. Alison had mentioned telling the group about them trying to get pregnant, but Emily didn't want their looks of pity whenever their next round of IVF didn't work.
'Yeah, did Caleb finally give in and let you call him Ralph Prada Gucci?' Alison asked with a smirk.
'It wasn't Ralph Prada Gucci, it was Marc Alexander, and no we decided against that' Hanna shot back, scowling slightly at Alison, 'We decided to go with Oscar'
'Like the awards ceremony?' Aria asked innocently.
'No, like the designer' Hanna stated, growing more frustrated with her friends when she was met by four blank faces. 'Oscar De La Renta? God have I taught you people nothing over the years!? Here, this month's Vogue. Read it. Learn from it!' she half yelled as she tossed the magazine from her bag onto the coffee table in front of her. The rest of the group looked at Hanna with widened eyes and Emily wished she could say that Hanna had lashed out due to her pregnancy still throwing her hormones out of whack, but Hanna had been surprisingly calm throughout her entire pregnancy. Still, it had been enough to stop her from bawling over the fact that she couldn't get pregnant. Instead she sat and looked through Hanna's copy of Vogue, silently reminding herself that she may not be pregnant but at least she wasn't crazy, like Hanna seemed to be.
As Emily looked on at Alison holding the baby, she felt tears begin to prick at her eyes and Emily knew that she wouldn't be able to stop them.
'Em, what's wrong?' Aria asked with concern, as a silent tear rolled down Emily's cheek.
'Nothing' she replied unconvincingly, wiping the tear away quickly. Alison turned knowingly, knowing what her wife's hormones had been like the last few weeks, and knowing that this could go one of two ways. Emily could pull herself together or- Her thought was interrupted by Emily letting out a sob, and Alison sighed, knowing that she should have known this would happen.
'Emily, you ok?' Alison asked cautiously.
'You just look so cute holding Phoebe' Emily sobbed, waving her hand in the direction of Alison and the baby to emphasize her point, causing Spencer and Aria to look at her puzzled about her strange behaviour, and Hanna to look at her like she had completely lost the plot.
'Ok babe' Alison resigned, holding her arm out for Emily to cuddle into. Alison sighed as she held baby Phoebe in one arm and Emily in the other, who was now sobbing on her shoulder.
Emily cried for almost fifteen long minutes. Fifteen minutes of Alison brushing her fingers through her hair and hushing her softly. Fifteen minutes of Spencer, Aria and Hanna looking between each other not knowing what the hell was going on and why Emily was acting so strange. Fifteen long, tearful minutes, until finally Emily started to giggle to herself.
'What?' Spencer asked, even more confused by the sudden change in the brunettes emotions.
'You just. The looks on your faces' Emily cackled, clutching at her stomach as she laughed.
'Are you high or do I need to haul your ass to Welby?' Hanna asked, wondering what had made her friend act so crazy.
'No, no, no' Emily giggled, shaking her head at Hanna.
'Em, maybe we should tell them before Hanna holds an intervention and gets you commited' Alison chuckled, finding Emily's giggles contagious. Emily instantly stopped laughing and caught eye contact with Alison, silently asking if she was sure. They hadn't even told Lily and Grace yet and it was still early days of the pregnancy. Alison nodded with a smile, she didn't want to keep this news in any longer.
'Ok. Um, I'm not high or crazy' Emily started, placing her hand on her stomach. 'I'm pregnant' she finished with a smile. She looked to Alison and as blue eyes met brown, the happiness and excitement that they both dwelt radiated around the room.
'What!?'
'Oh my god!'
'Totally saw it coming'
They all replied together with Hanna, ever the joker, getting the last laugh. Hanna, Spencer and Aria all huddled around them, trying not to squash the babies in their arms as they pulled Emily and Alison into a group hug.
'This is amazing' Spencer said as she sniffed.
'Are you crying?' Aria asked, furrowing her eyebrows together as she saw Spencer's eyes beginning to fill with tears.
'Hey, Emily's not the only one with crazy pregnancy hormones here, ok. She's just a hell of a lot crazier than I am' Spencer replied with a chuckle as she wiped away her happy tears.
'Caleb thought I had crazy pregnancy hormones, once he sees Em, he's gonna feel like the luckiest man in the world' Hanna quipped, causing the group to laugh again.
Emily's first trimester was tough, with her morning sickness and her mood swings, so much so that Alison had seriously wondered what the hell they had been thinking having Emily be the one to get pregnant. Alison had relatively sailed through her pregnancy with the twins, something that Emily had thrown against her several times when her hormones put her into a bad mood, something that Alison still hadn't adjusted to. She hated seeing venom in the usually warm, loving brown eyes that belonged to her wife, but she also knew that it wasn't really Emily talking when she snapped the way she did. Unfortunately, while the sickness disappeared after the first trimester, the mood swings seemed to grow more intense and Alison had begun to dread going home, never knowing which version of her Wife she was going to meet that day. Some days Emily was her usual self, which Alison loved, some days Emily would be ridiculously horny and turned on, which Alison loved even more, but other days Emily would be cranky and agitated, or she would be sobbing over something trivial and it was those days that Alison hated because pregnant Emily was stubborn as a mule, and Alison quite frankly, didn't have the patience for it. Then there was the days when Emily's moods changed so drastically, that Alison felt dizzy trying to keep up. The strangest day by far, had happened only a few weeks ago.
Alison placed her hand against the front door and braced herself before she entered, not entirely sure what Emily's mood was going to be like. She had seemed fine at lunch when Alison had last seen her, but Emily's moods changed so quickly these days that Alison never knew what to expect. As she entered the house, she was met with an unusual silence. She had already received a text from Spencer to say that the girls were with her, so she hadn't expected full chaos, but this was quieter than Alison had been expecting. She made her way up the stairs to the bedroom, wondering if Emily had decided to take a nap. As she got closer to the bedroom, she heard the faint sound of crying. Bracing herself, Alison opened the bedroom door to the sight of Emily sitting on the floor, dressed in underpants and a tight white t-shirt, that didn't quite cover her 6 month bump, surrounded by clothes while she sobbed into a pair of jeans.
'Em? What's wrong?' Alison asked as she made her way into the room, still trying to understand what exactly could have turned her Wife to breaking point this time.
'I'm fat' Emily sobbed, her golden eyes flooded with tears and rimmed with angry, red circles. Alison had to stifle a giggle at this dramatic response, because it was almost ridiculous that Emily would consider herself fat. They hadn't even needed to buy maternity clothes, due to her slow growing bump, though from the looks of the tight t-shirt on Emily, Alison wondered if maybe they did need a little shopping trip, because Emily's stomach had ballooned seemingly overnight, and Alison was now guessing that that was the cause of this melt down.
'Babe, you're not fat' Alison replied, still standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
'Yeah, well tell that to my clothes because nothing fucking fits me!' Emily raged, launching the jeans she had been sobbing into, across the room in anger, and Alison's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Emily's quick change in emotion.
'Babe' Alison hushed as she moved closer, kneeling on the floor in front of Emily as she took the other woman's hands into her own. 'You need to calm down' Alison said softly.
'Calm down!?' Emily shouted back, anger still very much plastered across her face as she pulled her hands back from Alison's. 'You're not the one who can't even put on anything fucking nice to wear to do something nice for their fucking wife!' Emily shouted back, the tears starting up quickly again. 'I just wanted to dress nice for you so you'd find me sexy again' Emily sobbed. Alison couldn't believe that this whole melt down had started because Emily wanted to look good for her.
'Baby, I always find you sexy. In fact I think you're even sexier when you're pregnant' Alison replied, brushing damp hair away from Emily's face as the tears stopped and Emily caught her eye contact.
'Yeah?' she asked, her voice husky as she spoke.
Alison nodded in response and Emily's eyes flashed with arousal as she pounced on Alison, pinning her to the floor with hot, desperate kisses. Alison moaned into Emily's mouth, her hands clutching at brunette hair, as Emily's hands grasped at her breasts. Arousal pooled between Alison's legs and her breathing became laboured as she tried to keep up with Emily's assault. Alison let out a deep groan as Emily's mouth moved to her neck, biting down on her pulse point and the more noise Alison seemed to make, the more it spurred Emily on because the next thing she knew, the brunette was pulling her top up and her mouth was latched over one of Alison's nipples, causing her hands to tighten in Emily's hair as her back arched into her Wife's mouth. Alison loosened her grip to pull her top and bra off completely before latching her hands back onto Emily's head, pulling her in closer as the other woman's hot tongue licked languidly around her nipple, her teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive bud, causing Alison to feel like she was going to explode.
'Baby, touch me' she begged, her voice breathy as she tried hard to catch her breath. Emily lifted her head, her mouth curled into a firm smirk at the fact that she had manged to turn her wife into a crumbling mess in just a few minutes. Emily pulled the tight t-shirt up over her head and Alison leaned in to remove her bra, releasing her breasts. Emily pushed Alison back to the ground and hovered over her, her swollen stomach brushing lightly against Alison's as she kissed her way up the woman's body to her lips. She pulled Alison back into a heated kiss, causing her to moan as their tongues slipped against each other. Emily brushed her hand along Alison's side, stopping at her hip and Alison squirmed as Emily's fingers whispered against the skin at the hem of her pants. Emily fumbled with the button and Alison helped her to remove the item of clothing, her panties going with them, before she kicked them off and to the side, her hands gripping Emily's back as tanned hands slid gingerly up along her inner thigh and Alison thought she would come then and there as she felt fingers hover teasingly above where she wanted them.
'Just fuck me already' Alison moaned, frustrated at Emily's games. Alison let out a loud moan, back arching and her nails digging into Emily's back, causing her to hiss, as Emily's fingers slid straight in through her wet folds and began to pump in long, fluid movements.
'Fuck' Alison moaned, her head falling backwards into the rug as Emily's mouth moved along her neck and to her breasts, biting at the skin as she made her way down. Emily wanted Alison to scream, wanted to make her tremble beneath her as the blonde breathed out her name. Emily kissed her way down Alison's body, her hands tangling back into Emily's long brunette hair, desperate to grab onto something. She hissed at the feeling of Emily's teeth nipping at her body and knew that there would be marks left, but it felt so good she didn't care. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but the arousal was too much for her, and as Emily's mouth reached her sex, her tongue flicking out against her clit as her fingers continued to thrust in and out, Alison let out a gasp, her nails digging into Emily's scalp.
'Oh my. Fuck!' Alison cried as Emily's lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves and her tongue began to lap quickly against it, the tip of her tongue just barely brushing against the top of her clit, and with the added sensation of Emily's fingers, Alison's mind span. Her toes curled and she released one hand from Emily's head, instead grabbing desperately at the fluffy rug beneath her, her fingers sinking into the soft material as she thrust her hips and ground down into Emily's fingers frantically.
'Fuck, don't stop Em' she gasped, feeling her release building. Emily moaned into her sex, causing added vibrations as she sped her fingers up, pushing them deeper into her as she matched Alison's movements.
'Fuck, baby. Oh my god' Alison breathed as the felt herself rising to the edge.
'Fuck, I'm gonna-' Alison moaned loudly as her back arched high off of the floor, her legs trembling as her orgasm ripped through her. Emily's movements slowed down, allowing Alison to ride out her orgasm before she pulled her wife up to her and into a kiss. Alison moaned as she tasted herself on Emily's lips and tongue. Emily pulled back and rested their foreheads together as they looked deep into each other's eyes and tried to catch their breath.
'I fucking love you' Alison managed to breathe, causing Emily to chuckle.
'I love you too' Emily replied, placing a soft kiss to Alison's lips.
Alison gingerly danced her fingers down Emily's spine, landing at her panties. She bit her bottom lip seductively as she teased her fingers along the edge of it, smirking when Emily's eyes fluttered shut and a heavy breath rasped between her lips. Alison pulled Emily's panties down, causing the brunette to kick them off, and Alison's eyes darkened as she caught a glimpse of the wetness that pooled between her wife's legs. Alison teased her fingers up Emily's thigh and revelled in the sound that left her wife's mouth as she stroked her fingers through slick, wet folds. Alison moaned at the feeling of the warmth and wetness of Emily's sex, and she longed to taste her. Alison kissed her way down Emily's front, sliding her own body along the floor as she kissed down between the valley that dipped between the brunette's breasts. Emily gasped, her arms shaking and growing weak as she supported herself above Alison, and Emily wasn't sure how much longer she could hold herself up for. Her head hung low and heavy as she groaned at the feeling of Alison's lips ghosting along her swollen stomach, kissing every inch of stretched skin, before moving further down, and Emily could already feel the tension building in her stomach, as Alison's lips moved dangerously lower.
'Sit back' Alison instructed, as she gripped onto Emily's hips, leading her to hover just above her face. Emily gasped as she came into contact with Alison's mouth, the blonde not wasting any time before she dipped her tongue into Emily, moaning at the taste. Alison had noticed that since she had fallen pregnant, Emily tasted different, and Alison couldn't get enough of the new rich taste.
'Oh my god' Emily rasped as she angled herself backwards, her hands resting on Alison's thighs for support as she ground into the other woman's mouth, who was literally fucking her with her tongue as though she was trying to lap up every bit of moisture she could.
'Fuck, Ali' she groaned, as Alison's tongue began to flick light and fast at her clit, causing Emily's whole body to shake every time Alison hit the perfect spot. Alison opened her eyes, knowing that Emily was close, and she felt herself grow aroused again at the sight in front of her. Emily was grinding into her face, her back arched so much that her pregnant tummy was sticking into the air as she groped her own breast. Every breath she took was heavy and deep, and god she was so beautiful with her mouth stuck open as she gasped and moaned above her.
'Ah fuck' Emily gasped, the words leaving her mouth slowly, and Alison watched as Emily's body froze above her when she came, her arms finally growing weak and her body giving up as Emily threw herself forward, resting on her elbows as Alison gripped her thighs to keep her lower half in place. Emily gently ground into Alison's mouth as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, tiny gasps and groans leaving her mouth with soft stroke of Alison's tongue.
Finally, Emily rolled off of Alison, collapsing to the side of her with a dopey smile on her face.
'God, Ali' she breathed, 'That was so fucking good' Alison chuckled as she settled herself beside Emily, gently cupping Emily's face lovingly as the brunette tried desperately to get her breath back.
'Yeah, it wasn't so bad for me either' Alison purred as she leaned in to kiss Emily's lips. Emily moaned into the kiss as it deepened quickly, tongues battling for dominance and hands becoming tangled in hair. Alison thought she was getting extra lucky tonight, with no kids until one of them decided to pop over to Spencer's to pick them up, they weren't in a rush for the first time in a long time, but just as things started to heat up, Emily pulled away and hauled herself up off of the floor, leaving Alison confused as she watched her Wife walk out of the bedroom door.
'What? Where are you going?' Alison asked as she propped herself up, arousal and heat pinching in her stomach.
'I'm hungry' Emily shouted over her shoulder, as she headed down the stairs, causing Alison to groan and throw herself back into the rug.
'Fucking hormones!' Alison cursed.
As Alison pulled up into the driveway, the summer heat hitting her as she opened the car door. Alison couldn't help but smile, she had always loved everything about the summer. As she made her way into the house, she giggled as Grace pressed her face up against the glass of the window. As Alison made her way into the house, Grace came running towards her, skidding in her socks across the polished wood flooring of the hall, and wrapping her arms around her Mother.
'Hey honey, how was your day?' Alison asked as she leaned down to place a kiss to the top of Grace's head.
'It was ok' Grace replied, letting Alison go so they could walk into the living room, where Emily was lying on the sofa in tiny shorts and her running bra, her huge belly in the air. Lily was lying between the brunette's legs, her head placed on Emily's tummy, which Alison thought was rather cute. Alison couldn't help but chuckle a little at what Emily was wearing, knowing her wife was struggling with the heat as she was coming to the end of her pregnancy.
'Hey baby, how you doing?' she asked, leaning over to kiss Emily. It was then that she realised that Emily was eating. 'What the hell is that?' Alison recoiled in disgust at the sight of the food Emily was taking a bite out of. 'Is that pizza and ice cream?' she asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust.
'Mhm. And mayonnaise' Emily added as she took another bite out of the strange concoction. Alison had grown used to Emily eating strange food throughout her pregnancy, but this was by far the strangest.
'God, I can't wait for you to have this baby' Alison chuckled as she leaned down to place a kiss to Emily's forehead. 'Weirdo' she mumbled against Emily's skin.
'Your weirdo though' Emily replies as she leans her head back and pouts her lips to kiss her wife properly, but Alison pulls back with a raised eyebrow.
'I'm not kissing you while you're eating that!' Alison stated, pointing her finger at the plate that sat beside Emily.
The big day finally came, on a warm summer's afternoon in July. Alison was in the middle of teaching a class and had her students doing some silent reading of a chapter of The Great Gatsby, when she received the call from Emily. Alison wouldn't usually answer her phone during a class, but since Emily was now 4 days overdue, Alison had been checking it constantly.
'I'll be outside guys, just keep reading' she muttered to her students as she exited the room, hitting the accept button as she did. 'Babe, what's wrong?' she asked immediately.
'Nothing's wrong, don't panic' Emily replied calmly before she let out a loud groan, causing Alison to do the exact opposite of what Emily had just told her to do.
'Is it the baby?' she asked, worried that Emily was home alone and something might have happened.
'The baby's coming, contractions started a few hours ago' Emily finally replied once the contraction was over. 'I didn't want to worry you so I called the hospital, they said not to come in until my contractions were five minutes apart, unless my water's broke, which they just have' she explained through the phone, and if this was Emily's way of keeping her calm she was doing a pretty bad job of it.
'Ok, I'm coming home to get you now' Alison said, forgetting about her class completely as she rushed into the room to grab her bag.
'No, I'm on the way to the hospital, Spencer is driving me' Emily stated calmly 'just meet me at the hospital'
'Ok, I'll see you soon babe. Hang in there and I'll be with you as soon as I can. I love you' Alison replied, mentally thanking Spencer for her constant check-ups on Emily over the past few weeks and the fact that she was still so conveniently located next door to them. Alison looked up at her students, shock hitting her all of a sudden. 'Um, class. My wife has gone into labour so, I have to go. Class is dismissed, I guess' she mumbled awkwardly before heading out the door and to her car.
When she reached the hospital, after getting pulled over by a police officer for doing 60 in a 35 zone, Emily was already in the bed, squeezing Spencer's hand and almost breaking her knuckles by the look of it.
'I'm here baby, I'm here. I'm so sorry' Alison half shouted, trying to catch her breath from running through the hospital like a damn crazy person. Alison brushed sweat-soaked hair out of Emily's face and placed a kiss to her clammy brow, surprised with how quickly Emily's labour had advanced.
'Where the fuck was you?' Emily screams, and Alison almost jumps back at the anger in Emily's eyes.
'I'm sorry, I got here as quick as I could' Alison tried to reason with Emily, not entirely sure what was causing her to be so angry. Spencer looked on awkwardly, unable to escape due to Emily still squeezing her hand.
'Obviously not fast enough' Emily spat, crying as another contraction hit.
'You're doing so well, Emily. You're almost ready to push' the nurse called from between Emily's legs.
'Ali, I'm going to get out of here because I don't really need to see any more than I've seen already today. Could you, you know?' Spencer gestured towards Emily's gripping hand with her head.
'Oh, sure. Thanks Spence' Alison jumped in, prising Emily's death grip on Spencer's hand away and instead replacing it with her own. Alison flinched instantly under Emily's tight grip and wondered how Spencer had handled Emily's grip for so long.
'Ali, don't leave me' Emily begged, fear filling her eyes as she misheard the conversation that was taking place.
'I'm not going anywhere baby, I'm right here' Alison assured her as Spencer left the room.
'I don't wanna do this anymore, it hurts too much' Emily cried, and Alison wished she could take over and take away the pain, but she knew from experience that the pain was so worth the result.
'I know, but you're almost there. You're so, so close and then you'll have that baby in your arms. Our baby' Alison replied encouragingly, because she knew how hard this was and knew how tiring it was, but this was something that they had both wanted for so long, and they were so close to finally having it.
'Ok Emily, are you ready to bring your baby into the world?' the nurse asked.
'No' Emily sobbed, her hand clutching Alison's harder than ever, and Alison was pretty sure that her blood vessels were going to burst, but she knew it was nothing compared to what Emily was going through right now, so Alison would bare the pain in order to get Emily through this.
'You can do this baby' she encouraged Emily, wiping her brow with her sleeve.
'Ok Emily, on three. Push for me now' the nurse encouraged, and with a long, groan of pain that shook Alison and a hard push, Emily started to push their baby into the world.
'That's the head' the nurse stated from between Emily's legs, and Alison couldn't help but peer round to see a head of brunette hair. She continued to watch, as Emily started to push again a few minutes later and she was sure that she had never seen anything so amazing in her life, and her love for Emily grew in abundance. Alison cried with Emily as their baby boy was placed into Emily's arms, all bloodied and wrapped in a blanket, and even though Alison had always said that newborn babies looked like old men for the first few weeks, she was sure that this was the most beautiful baby she had ever set eyes on.
'I'm so proud of you' Alison cried as she kissed Emily's lips with a smile.
'Ok, you guys definitely make the cutest babies' Hanna cooed at the two week old baby boy in Alison's arms.
Hanna, you realise that they didn't actually make the baby together, right?' Spencer says warily, not wanting to have to explain to the blonde about genetics.
'I know, but- You guys know what I mean, right?' Hanna asked Emily and Alison, who simply chuckled and nodded.
'Well, I agree with Hanna. You have adorable babies' Aria added with a smile.
'Emily makes adorable babies you mean' Alison corrected, as she looked across to her wife adoringly. She honestly had never thought it possible to love Emily more than she already did, but after watching her give birth, it was like that love had multiplied by a thousand, and her heart couldn't cope with the amount of love she had for the brunette.
'Thanks guys' Emily replied, a slight blush hinting on her cheeks.
'Ok, Emily doesn't need anything else to make her big headed' Hanna butted in, seeing the embarrassment on her friend's face. 'So, I'm just going to ask the question we all wanna know. Did you shit on the table?' she asked tactlessly.
'Hanna' Spencer replied, with a face of disgust.
'What!? Everyone does it!' Hanna exclaimed, Except for me, anyway. Right babe?' Hanna turned to Caleb who was sat on a stool behind her.
'Of course not' he replied instantly. As Hanna turned back to the group with a smug face, Caleb began to nod his head with a smirk.
'Everywhere' he mouthed to the group, causing them to laugh. Hanna turned back just in time to catch Caleb, giving him a well-earned slap to the chest, before she turned back and pouted.
'Well, Emily was a total rockstar' Alison piped up, avoiding the question that had been asked, but Emily didn't care either way. Poop or not, whatever had happened, had brought their baby boy into the world. It was one of the best days of her life, the day that their tiny bundle of joy, Jude Wayne DiLaurentis-Fields, finally entered the world.
