A/N: Hey everyone! I was hoping to get this up last night, but didn't have time to edit it until this morning. I hope you are all still enjoying this. Thank you so much for the kind reviews! Have a great day everyone! Reviews as always are welcome!

Emily woke up early Sunday morning with a pounding headache. She glanced over at the clock telling her that it wasn't even 7 a.m. She groaned as she rolled over and got out of bed to use the bathroom. Her eyes were puffy and she had to admit to herself that she looked like shit when she looked in the mirror. She didn't get home from Alison's until a little after 12:30, but she had no clue how long she cried for until she finally fell asleep. Her mouth felt extremely dry, though. She splashed some cold water onto her face before grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water. She emptied the glass before refilling it and headed back out to her bedroom. She put the glass down on her night stand and plopped herself back down onto the bed. She grabbed the covers and pulled them tightly over her head, trying to block out both the sunlight and her thoughts.

Looking back, yesterday was perfect. Everything about yesterday felt so natural and normal. Emily was so comfortable with Alison, that spending basically an entire day together felt like they had been doing it for years. Their conversation flowed, but even when it didn't, the silence was comfortable. Everything was going great. Until that jackass showed up. God, Emily hated that man! She didn't understand how someone could do that to someone like Alison.

Emily gave out a heavy sigh as she threw the covers off of herself. She didn't mean for her words to sound as harsh as they had last night. She knew that Alison had changed. She learned last night that change was hard for Alison. But she knew that the blonde had changed, because of her, and deep down, Emily felt that she changed for her. She couldn't help but think that maybe her suspicion was right. Ugh, why did you say those things? Emily was internally screaming at herself. She knew how much Alison was hurt by her past. After everything Emily had told her about how she forgave her and she needed to forgive herself, Emily just went and rubbed her face into her past! She felt like such an idiot!

But she also felt unbelievable pain last night. After their walk through the park, Emily realized that she had been slowly starting to fall in love with the blonde haired beauty. When Alison just stood there and let Elliot talk to her the way that he was, she felt like the old Alison was back. And the coldness in the blonde's stare. It was too much for Emily to take. She couldn't help it, but she was transported back. She saw the face of Noel Kahn on that porch. With Alison just standing by and not doing anything about to stop him from spewing his hatred. Emily thought that Alison had healed her heart from that, but really she had pulled the wound back open and now it was a gaping hole.

Emily didn't know what to do. She wanted to run to the blonde, tell her she was sorry for the nasty things she told her. Tell her that she didn't mean them and she didn't want her to hate herself. But on the other hand, her heart felt too weak. The wound felt too fresh. Her head was starting to spin as she tried to figure out what to do. She pulled the covers back over her head and hoped that sleep would once again take over her body.

Alison awoke to a wave of nausea hitting her like a freight train. She was confused for a second, finding herself on the couch, and ran to the kitchen as fast as she could before vomiting into the kitchen sink. Heaves racked Alison's body for what felt like hours, when in reality it was about 5 minutes. But she felt exhausted afterwards. Thankfully, the sink had been empty, so Alison turned on the water and ran the garbage disposal. She grabbed a glass and drank it slowly with shaking hands. When she was done, she put the glass down and grabbed onto the counter top tightly as her head began to spin. Once it cleared, she looked at the clock on the microwave. It was a little before 7 a.m.

She woke up with an ache through her entire body. She noted the hard surface she was on, and figured she must have fallen asleep at the front door. She debated on just staying where she was, but eventually crawled over to the couch and climbed under one of the blankets. Fresh tears fell from her eyes once she remembered why she had been on the floor in the first place. She hated herself, absolutely detested the way that she had treated Emily. Her sweet Emily. She didn't deserve those vile things that Elliot had said to her. She didn't deserve Alison pushing her out the door. God, she could have her arms around me right now, she thought. But instead, she's lying on the couch, sobbing into her pillow, all because she's too much of a coward to stand up to the asshole who slept with her best friend and got pushy with her a time or two when he had been drinking like he had been last night.

Her body had hurt so badly. Her heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. She realized lying on the cold, wood floor calling out for Emily that she had been falling in love with the brunette, as well. No one ever made her feel as special as Emily had. No one ever made her laugh or smile the way that she had. And God, no one made her feel more aroused than Emily Fields had last night. Emily was one of the sexiest people that Alison had ever met in her life. The way that things were going, Alison was sure that her dream would come true and she would have ended the night writhing and moaning underneath the brunette. Alison could feel herself getting aroused just thinking about all the things Emily was making Alison feel on the train and porch. She sniffled and took a couple deep breathes to steady her breathing. She remembered the feeling of being pressed up against the door. She wondered if Emily could feel her heat against her stomach.

As if it had a mind of its own, her hand began to wander south. She was still in her dress, so she pulled it up slightly and slid her hand down into her panties. She ran a finger up and down her folds, marveling at how wet she was. This never happened with Elliot. She imagined her dream. She imagined it was Emily's right hand disappearing between their bodies as she quickly worked circles on her clit. Alison just needed to feel something other than pain right now. She slipped 2 fingers inside of herself as she remembered the feeling of Emily sucking on the spot right below her ear. She moaned out as she brought her free hand up and gently ran her fingers over the spot. Alison's hips began to buck as she began to feel her orgasm build. She took her hand from her neck and moved it down to her clit as she continued to slip in and out with her other hand. She went back to the moment of having her back pressed into Emily's front. Those few blissful seconds when Alison was grinding her ass back into Emily's center while Emily's grip on her hips tightened and pulled her closer. Alison was working furiously now, her walls tightened around her fingers and her body began to convulse as her orgasm came crashing through her. Once she rode out the pleasure, she pulled her hands out of her panties, pulled the blanket up tight to her chin and gave in to the fresh tears that collected in her eyes. For the second time that night, she cried herself into a fitful sleep.

She had felt ashamed for what she did. But she couldn't take the pain and self-hate anymore. As soon as she came down from her high, her self-hatred grew. She felt like such a worthless person who couldn't even control her libido! She knew that she royally fucked up. Emily deserved so much better from her than what Alison gave her last night. She decided that she needed more sleep, so she grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and her cell phone from her purse and headed upstairs to her bedroom. She put the glass down and plopped onto the bed. She grabbed her phone to check her notifications. No messages, no missed calls. Seems about right, she thought. Her self-loathing was coming back tenfold and she didn't know how to stop it. Fresh tears were stinging her eyes. She opened up the messages tab and found the brunette's thread. She just wanted to apologize. She wanted to try and fix it. Even if she couldn't, she needed to at least try. She knew that Emily deserved at least that much.

I'm sorry

That was all she could say. She didn't even know if Emily would ever respond to her ever again. She hoped that she would, but she knew she didn't deserve it and would probably just fuck it all up again. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and fell back onto the bed and shut her eyes tight.

Emily heard the ping of her cell phone go off. She groaned and threw the covers off of herself again and grabbed her phone. Her heart stopped when Alison's name popped up on the screen. She didn't know if she was ready to deal with this just yet. She took a deep breath and opened her messaging app. I'm sorry. That's all that there was.

Why?

Emily wasn't sure exactly what Alison was apologizing for. She wanted to know, but had no idea what she had done wrong last night to deserve being kicked to the curb after defending Alison to her drunk soon to be ex-husband.

Everything

Something felt off to Emily. She couldn't really put her finger on it, but something about Alison's messages sent chills down her spine and gave her goose bumps. Yeah, they had fought last night, but Emily wasn't used to such short responses from the blonde. Maybe this is just the way Alison is when she is upset?

Are you ok?

Emily sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her heart began to race as she noticed that the message was received, but no bubbles popped up indicating that a response was being typed back. She sat and stared at the phone in her hands. After a few minutes, she typed another message.

Alison?

"Why'd you have to do that to her?" She was chastising herself out loud as she stood up and tried to find a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to throw on over her underwear and sports bra.

Ali, answer me, please?

Emily's breathing was becoming shallow as she began to panic more. After seeing the look of pure brokenness and devastation in Alison's eyes yesterday in Philly, she wasn't sure what the blonde would do, but she hoped with all her being that Alison wouldn't do anything to hurt herself. The wait for an answer was driving Emily crazy. She was pacing back and forth in her room, staring down at her phone.

I'm really worried now. Are you ok?

Emily stopped pacing immediately when the bubbles appeared under her last message. Finally, Alison was responding! She felt hope for a second, before being deflated once again when Alison's message came through.

No

Emily felt like she was just kicked in the gut. No? Emily flew out of the house as quickly as she could, ignoring the questioning look of her mother as she asked her where she was going. Emily was out the door and into her car at lightning speed. She made her way to the blonde's house as fast as the speed limits would allow her (which was not nearly fast enough, in her panic-stricken opinion). She raced up the sidewalk and onto the porch before knocking and calling Alison's name.

Emily saw the curtain in the window next to the door move and the door slowly opened. Alison had a look of confusion on her face as she slipped out of the door and onto the porch.

"What are you doing here?"

Emily took in the blonde in front of her and her heart absolutely broke. Her normally bright, brilliantly blue eyes were dull and the whites were bloodshot. The area around her eyes was swollen and puffy and had makeup stains down her cheeks. She looked like she hadn't slept at all last night and had been crying for most of it. Emily wanted to wrap Alison up in her arms and tell her everything was going to be ok, but as she took a half a step forward, Alison recoiled and stepped back, like an injured animal afraid of being hurt worse.

Emily furrowed her brow as she tried to hold back her emotions. "I wanted to make sure you were ok. Are you?"

Alison gave her a sad laugh and avoided looking at Emily in the eye. "No, not at all. But it's just how my life goes."

"What's wrong?" Emily wanted to reach out again to Alison, but stopped herself. She ducked her head to try to force Alison to look her in the eye.

This time, Alison looked her straight in the eye and fresh tears came spilling down her face. "What isn't wrong? Look at me, my life is a mess! Just when I thought that things would finally start looking up for me, something happens and I ruin it!"

This time, the brunette did reach out and grabbed Alison's hand. When Alison didn't retract it, Emily smiled and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You didn't ruin anything," she said with a sad smile.

"Yeah, I did. I really haven't changed at all, you said so yourself."

Emily felt horrible that Alison was feeling this way because of her. "Alison, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I know you've changed. You aren't the same person anymore. I know that. I'm sorry, just the whole thing caught me off guard."

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to show up. He caught me off guard, too." Alison let go over Emily's hand and ran her fingers through her hair. She was back to avoiding eye contact with Emily. "Look, it's been a long night, I just want to take a bath and try to relax. I have papers I need to catch up on. Thank you for stopping by, but you really didn't have to."

"I care, so I did have to." Alison just gave Emily a said smile. "Go try to relax. I'll at least see you tomorrow, right?"

"I'm taking a personal day tomorrow. Maybe Tuesday, too."

"What's going on? Ali, talk to me, please?" Emily was pleading with Alison now. She hadn't really gotten any answers from Alison since she's been here, other than that she could tell the blonde was in an extremely bad head space at the moment. She still hadn't been able to shake that feeling that something was extremely off with the blonde.

Alison looked into Emily's eyes now. Emily saw nothing but sadness. Alison leaned up on her tip toes and placed a soft kiss on Emily's cheek. Emily closed her eyes and tried to savor the moment. Something inside of her felt like she wasn't going to feel those lips for a very long time. "Your life would have been so much better if I had never been in it. Go be happy, Emily."

"Al-"

Emily was cut off by Alison turning around and walking back inside. Fresh tears slid down Emily's cheeks and after standing there for a few minutes hoping Alison would open the door again, she headed back to her car and started the engine. Inside, Alison watched from the window, her vision blurred with tears, as the one person she thought would ever make her happy again drove away down the street.

The next morning, Alison woke up nauseous again. Her head was spinning and her body felt completely drained. But this time, she didn't have time to go back to sleep until she felt better. The stress that she had been under these past few days had been really getting to her. She just wanted everything over with. She wanted Elliot out of her life. She just wanted things to be ok with Emily. She hoped that after today, one of those things would happen and she could maybe, possibly work on the other.

Yesterday had been agony. She had no idea why she let Emily leave her porch, but for the second time in less than 12 hours, she did. She felt that being in Emily's life would only bring the brunette pain. She felt like a total and complete mess and she thought that she would only bring Emily down. That voice was back, telling her that she didn't deserve the brunette or any of the love that she gave her. Watching Emily drive away was one of the hardest things that Alison had done. At the time, she felt that Emily's life would be so much better off without Alison in it. But as her car disappeared around the corner, Alison's heart broke even further dreading the fact that Emily might be gone forever. She had spent the next 2 hours of the day curled up in a ball on her bed sobbing into her pillow until she finally drifted off to sleep. By the time she woke up it was late afternoon, so she got up and made herself a light dinner before grading papers until a little after 10. Sleep had come to her eventually, but it had been restless. Now here she was, feeling like shit and getting herself dressed to go get divorced.

By the time she made it to the courthouse, she was still feeling dizzy, nauseous and light headed. She just needed this day to be over with. She wanted to go home and sleep the rest of the day away. She was even considering taking tomorrow off too so she would only have to deal with three days of work this week. She didn't feel like she could deal with any more than that. The hearing didn't take long, and thankfully, she had drawn a good judge who didn't take kindly to cheating husbands who turned around and accused their wives of cheating. She was also pleasantly surprised to find out that officer Cavanagh had submitted the police report from the incident on Saturday to the court. Alison found out that he had interviewed the next door neighbor (Veronica Hastings) who called in the disturbance after hearing the majority of the argument after taking the trash out to the curb. Alison silently thanked them for that. The judge saw right through her scumbag ex-husband's lawyer's plot to twist everything around on Alison. The judge granted the divorce, allowed Alison to keep the house and denied Elliot's request for spousal support.

Alison was relieved when she got up to leave. She was finally free of him and could go home and rest. She shook her lawyer's hand and thanked him for all of his help. As she turned away to leave, her vision became extremely blurry and she got a ringing in her ears. Everything in her head felt fuzzy and she couldn't feel her body. She remembered feeling like she was falling away before her world went black.

She could hear an incessant beeping that wouldn't go away. She had no idea what it was or where it was coming from. The last thing she remembered was being in the court room, saying her thanks to her lawyer. Then she remembered and she groggily opened her eyes. She squinted against the bright lights, but knew instantly she was in a hospital ER. She had wires and tubes attached to her at various points in her body. She was surrounded by curtains on either side of her, and even though the third curtain was partially closed, she could see a desk with nurses sitting at it about 20 feet in front of her.

"Mrs. Rollins, you're awake!" A man dressed in scrubs with a British accent came into her partitioned off room. "I'm Dr. Kingston. How are you feeling?"

"DiLaurentis," Alison croaked out. Her throat felt extremely dry and raw.

"I'm sorry?" Dr. Kingston asked, his brow furrowed.

This time, Alison swallowed hard trying to wet her throat. She looked to her side and noticed a table with a Styrofoam cup and a small pitcher of water on it. She went to reach for the cup, but the doctor knew what she wanted and ran over, filled her cup and handed it to her. She took a sip through the straw before continuing. "Thank you. My last name isn't Rollins, it's DiLaurentis. I just finalized my divorce this morning."

Dr. Kingston gave her a tight lipped smile. "Right, sorry, about the name and divorce."

Alison chuckled lightly. "Don't be, I'm glad to be finely rid of the prick."

Dr. Kingston let go of a hearty chuckle and smiled at Alison. "Right, Ms. DiLaurentis. How are you feeling?"

"My head is pounding and these lights are blinding, but other than that I feel so-so. What happened?" Alison wanted to know exactly had caused her to faint at the courthouse.

"You fainted at the courthouse and you were brought here by ambulance. We suspected that you were suffering from extreme exhaustion and dehydration. The headache should go away with some fluids and rest. I can bring you a Tylenol if you'd like. That's the only type of pain medication I can offer you though."

Alison wondered if that had been why she had been feeling so crappy these past few weeks. "Yeah, I haven't really been feeling that good recently. And for a few mornings this past week I've woken up extremely sick."

"Yes, those can all be signs of dehydration and exhaustion, but with you being unconscious when you got here, we also drew some blood and ran a few tests. Now, I don't know how this news is going to come to you, but I have to tell you that a pregnancy test of your blood came back positive." Dr. Kingston had a sympathetic smile on his face.

"W-what?" Alison was in complete disbelief of what she just heard.

"Congratulations, you're going to be a mother."

Alison's jaw dropped. How was this even possible? Her and Elliot hadn't even been together in just over 2 months. Had she really been that oblivious that she hadn't even remembered when her last cycle was? She tried to rack her brain, but her head hurt too much to come up with a date.

"I'm going to have an ultrasound tech come in so we can narrow down how far along you are." Dr. Kingston headed for the door.

"T-thank you, doctor." Alison gave him a sad smile as he headed out the door. Alison rested her head against her pillow as she tried to take in everything that had happened today. She placed her hand over her stomach and closed her eyes. What am I going to do now?