Hey guys! I'm officially home for the summer so expect a lot of update on ALL of my fanfics! Enjoy! (fair warning: this chapter has a lot of language in it so be prepared) As always please review! It means the world to me :)
Oh, The Pain:
Alison ran her fingers gently through Emily's thick brown locks. She used her free arm to reach behind her and feel around for her phone. When she finally grabbed it, the time read 1:39 A.M. She winced as she felt the baby kick from inside her stomach. Here she was, 9 months pregnant, lying in bed watching her amazing wife sleep cuddled up against her, and yet she was anxious beyond belief. She hadn't gotten a solid night's sleep in about a week and a half and she was beyond the point of over exhaustion. The baby had been kicking relentlessly for the past week, but something about today had felt different. Her stomach seemed heavier and the kicks seemed harder. The only position she could rest on was her back (which was completely uncomfortable), and she kept switching back and forth between Artic cold and hellfire hot. Suddenly, she felt a sharp kick right in the lower portion of her stomach. Before she could stop herself, she bolted upwards and clutched her waist, jarring Emily awake and throwing her off of her in the process.
"Ali are you okay?" Emily asked frantically, her voice thick with sleep and obviously startled.
"Emmy I'm so sorry. She just won't stop kicking and I can't get comfortable enough to sleep! Maybe if she would just calm down for 10 minutes I could get comfortable enough to sleep."
"Do you want me to talk to her?" the brunette asked, a warm smile plastered on her blatantly tired face. Alison smiled weakly at her. Emily had been working double shifts down at the station since Alison was currently not working, and she had been extremely tired lately. On top of working 6 a.m.- 5 . every day at the least, she also had to come home and take care of a moody, hormonal, emotional wife who was also sleep deprived. Needless to say, that did not make for a very happy Alison or Emily. But, Emily was still the same sweet, loving Emily that she had been since birth and would always opt to put her wife's needs before her own.
"Em you need your rest. I can manage," the blonde smiled tiredly, placing a gentle kiss onto her wife's lips.
"Ali you're carrying our daughter in your stomach! The least I can do is try and help you get a few hours of sleep," Emily chuckled and rolled over on her side so that her mouth was right beside Alison's stomach. She gently lifted up the blonde's t-shirt and pressed a gentle kiss to her swollen stomach. The baby kicked once more and Alison shot up, grunting. Emily slowly guided her back down and watched as her eyes fluttered shut.
"Hi baby girl," she whispered, rubbing her thumb gently in circles, "How's my love doing tonight hmm? You're giving your Mommy's patience a run for its money," she laughed breathily and glanced up at Alison, who was staring down at her with an impeccable amount of love and adoration written across her face.
"Mommy and I love you some much princess. I can't wait until you come out here so we can meet you. We've got your nursery all picked out. Your room is light purple with yellow accents and it's so pretty. I decorated it m'self," Emily yawned, starting to drift off into sleep once more. The baby had calmed down considerably and Alison had already slipped into unconsciousness, but not before a few stray tears had slipped down her cheeks. Emily and Alison's breathing turned shallow and even as sleep gradually overtook their bodies. Alison had her hand resting on Emily's forehead lovingly. 'She is going to make the best mom ever…' Ali thought subconsciously as she finally surrendered to sleep.
"Holy fucking shit," Alison gasped as she shot up for the second time that night. She clutched her stomach tightly as Emily fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table. She flicked it on and was met with the panicked face of an extremely pale Alison.
"Em…" the blonde said, her voice quiet and laced with a forced sense of confidence.
"Ali what's wrong? Is she kicking again?" Emily asked frantically.
"Em my water just broke," Alison said, her voice now shaky.
"Oh shit!" Emily yelled as she threw off the covers a leaped off of the bed. She ran around the room throwing on a pair of blue flannel pajama pants over her boy shorts and exchanging a ratty wife-beater for a grey t-shirt. She grabbed their designated hospital bag and threw it over their shoulder.
"Ali, I've never been so happy to encounter your obsessive organizational skills," Emily said, smiling as she picked Alison up off of the bed bridal style. A few weeks ago Alison had packed a bag with everything that they would need to spend a night or two at the hospital when the baby was born. Alison knew that her wife would be a nervous wreck and wanted to make things just a tad bit calmer for her. The bag had Emily's favorite skinny jeans, Rosewood PD hoodie, and Rosewood Sharks t-shirt. It also had a phone charger, Emily's favorite throw blanket, and a bag of gummy bears. Gummy bears were Emily's favorite junk food and always calmed her nerves (and God knows the brunette would need all the help she could get.)
Emily opened the passenger side door of the car and set Alison down as gently as possible.
"Em I can walk," Alison said with an annoyed tone.
"Alison Lauren Fields you are in labor! I'll be damned if I let you or set foot on the ground until our child is out safe and you are both happy and healthy." Emily ranted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She ran to the driver's seat and after checking 1,000 times to make sure Alison was okay and they had everything they needed, sped off to the hospital.
"Ow ow ow OW," Alison groaned, gripping the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles turned a ghostly white.
"Just breathe baby, breathe. Remember what the birthing coach taught you," the brunette said soothingly. She took one hand off of the steering wheel and placed it reassuringly on Alison's thigh.
"Fuck the birthing coach, damn it, I'm in a lot of fucking pain! Ah!" she groaned, slamming her head back on the headrest in agony.
"Just hold on Ali we'll be there in 5 minutes. Oh my god I have to call Hanna!"
Hanna was Emily's police partner Caleb's wife. She and Alison met Hanna at the annual company cook out about 3 years ago. They had instantly clicked and quickly became the best of friends.
"Em?" asked a groggy Hanna on the other end of the line, "Do you have any idea what time it is? I need my beauty-"
"Ali's in labor!" the brunette cut her off, knowing how she could ramble on for hours about her 'beauty sleep'.
"Emily Fields you better not be fucking with me."
"Language Hanna!" Emily scolded her halfheartedly. She knew all too well that her best friend's sailor mouth could not be controlled.
"Oh what? I bet Ali is cussing her pretty little head off right now!" Hanna defended.
"Damn right!" the other blonde yelled loud enough for Hanna to hear.
"See! I bet you don't tell her to watch her mouth!" Emily could practically hear Hanna's pout through the phone.
"We both know if I did she would skin me alive!" and it was true.
"Hey I am not like that!" Alison defended, "I love your sailor mouth. Especially in bed!" she said loud enough for Hanna to hear. Emily blushed deeply and glared at her, wondering how she could still find the strength to torture Hanna even when she was in labor.
Hanna made an elaborate gagging noise, causing Emily to roll her eyes, "Okay I'm hanging up now. Tell your horny ass wife to keep it in her pants. I'll be there in 10," and the line went dead. Emily chuckled and pulled up to the ER entrance of the hospital.
"Okay baby I'm going to go get some help and a wheelchair okay?" she leaned over and kissed Alison's head.
"Please hurry Em. I don't know how much longer she's willing to wait," the blonde said through gritted teeth.
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3 Hours Later:
"EMILY FIELDS I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS!" Alison screamed as she lurched off of the hospital bed for what seems like the millionth time that night as she entered another contraction. So far everything was going really well. Hanna had gotten there shortly after they arrived and she and Emily changed into their scrubs so they could be in there to help keep Alison calm. Hanna had done fairly well, until it was time to start pushing. She made the mistake of leaning over the doctor's shoulders to look and ran out of the room screaming. Emily found it hilarious. She had never seen the blonde run so fast in her life.
Alison had been doing fairly well, too. She had gone through all of the stages the birthing coach said she most likely would.
Stage 1- About 45 Minutes In"
"This is so nice Emmy! I can't believe everyone says childbirth is painful, this is so easy," Alison giggled. The doctors had given her 2 epidural shots and Alison had flown straight to cloud 9. Hanna was laughing her ass off at any and everything coming out of the blonde's mouth- mostly because everything she said was something that embarrassed the hell out of Emily. The brunette just held her hand and smiled at her, praying that she was like this the entire time
"Okay Alison, so far everything is coming along great! The baby's heartrate is normal as is yours and you're 8 centimeters dilated. We should be able to start pushing in just a few hours. I'll be back in a little while to check on your progress," the doctor said, smiling at Alison, who just stared at Emily with a day-dreamy look on her face.
"Heeeeeeeeey Emmy?" Alison sing-songed once the doctor had left the room.
"Heeeeeeeeeey what?" Emily sang back, loving this hilarious version of Alison.
"Can I ask you something baby?" the blonde cooed, barely able to talk through her giggles.
Emily giggled and nodded, placing a loving kiss on Alison's cheek. Alison motioned for her to come closer so she could whisper in her ear. Emily bent down and leaned into Alison's mouth, making eye contact with Hanna who was desperately trying to hold back her laughter.
"Can I touch your boobs?" Alison "whispered" causing Hanna to lose it and Emily to blush red and jump back in shock. Alison giggled uncontrollably and Emily dropped her head into her hands. This was going to be a long night.
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Unfortunately that stage had only lasted for about an hour and a half until Alison's senses were overcome with pain and agony. She squeezed onto Emily's hand tightly, moaning and groaning loudly in discomfort.
"EMILY FIELDS YOU ARE HAVING THE NEXT ONE," she cried out, gripping onto the brunette's hand for dear life as she pushed. Emily couldn't help but see the humor in the situation. She laughed lightly, earning a death glare from her wife. She quickly shut up and looked away so she wouldn't be tempted to laugh anymore.
"UGH OW OW OW OW OW," Alison yelled as the doctors guided her through her next contraction. After it was over she dropped back onto her pillows in relief, reveling in the few calm moments she had until the next contraction hit. The peace didn't last long, though, and once again she was up off of the pillows, yelling, taking all of her pain out on Emily.
"EMILY FIELDS I HATE YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Emily knew she didn't mean what she said and couldn't help but laugh.
"Ali you know I didn't actually 'do' anything to you," she giggled.
"Still you wanted kids!" she groaned. Suddenly, a new pain rushed through her body causing her to jerk. Emily stood quickly and looked over her wife, panicked that something was wrong.
"It's okay, you're alright Alison. She's crowning! About 10 more minutes of intense pushing so get ready," the doctor said, putting on a fresh pair of gloves.
"Oh shit shit shit," Alison screamed, falling back onto the hospital bed. Emily squeezed her hand and brought it up to her lips, placing a tender kiss on it. Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the room. Alison's eyes flew open and Emily was sure she felt her heart stop. The brunette flew out of the chair and tentatively looked over the doctor's shoulder. There was the tiny head of her perfect daughter, about to make her way into the world. Emily looked up at Alison and locked brown eyes with blue ones. Emily smiled and tears welled up in her eyes. She went over to the blonde and kissed her full on the mouth.
"Okay Alison one more push should do it!" the doctor exclaimed.
"Come on Ali, baby, just one more and we can hold her. This is everything we've been waiting for!" Emily said excitedly, although inside she was a nervous wreck. In just a few moments their lives were going to change forever. Emily couldn't be happier. The sound of a screaming Alison broke her from her thoughts and the sound of crying filled the room. Emily looked over and saw the doctors holding a small baby and cutting her umbilical cord. Emily's hand flew to her mouth and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. The nurse motioned for Emily to follow her back so they could clean her off and the other nurses tended to Alison.
Once the baby was cleaned off, Emily wrapped her in a pink blanket that she and Alison had brought with them and fitted a tiny pink cap on her head. She had dark hair like Emily and ocean blue eyes like Alison. Emily picked her up and brought her close to her chest. She sobbed and made her way into the room where Alison was recovering. The blonde was fidgeting in her chair and immediately teared up at the sight of Emily holding their daughter. Emily came over and sat on the bed beside Alison, handing her their daughter in the process. She immediately missed the warmth of having a baby against her chest, but was immediately rewarded with the sight of Alison pressing gentle kisses to her daughter's forehead.
"Hi baby," the blonde whispered, bringing her even closer in her arms, "I'm your Mommy." Tears started cascading down Alison's cheeks, causing the same to happen to Emily.
"I'm your Mama baby girl," the brunette said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Alison's temple. Emily slipped her pointer finger into the tiny hand of her daughter and was rewarded with a firm grasp that never faltered. Emily pressed a soft kiss to her baby's knuckled before getting up on the bud fully and laying down next to Alison. She cuddled into the blonde's side and watched her gaze lovingly at their daughter.
"Em what are we going to name her?"
"Karma," she said without thinking twice.
"I love it. She looks like a Karma," the blonde said, running her thumb softly down their daughter's cheek.
"Then it's settled. She'll be Karma Hanna Fields," Emily leaned over to Alison and sealed it with a kiss. Karma's cries broke them apart though and they both locked eyes and laughed.
"Guess we better get used to that," Alison said rolling her eyes.
Emily knew she wouldn't change it for the world.