Guest: How about Mia getting sick for the first time and Emily and Alison are both frantic, not knowing what to do. Alison ultimately calls Emily's mother and asks her to come over.
Everyone gets the flu. It's no big deal. Just a couple of sneezes, coughs and headaches for a few days and it's all over. But for Emily and Alison, when their daughter is sick it's the end of the world for them. Alison was at home whilst Emily was still at work, Spencer was able to give Mia a lift home since Alison had a last minute paper to hand in for work. Five year old Mia comes home coughing, as she settles herself on the kitchen table to do her 'homework' which was just colouring a bunch of pictures for art.
"Mia, are you okay sweetie?" Alison asks from around the kitchen after hearing another round of coughing fits from her daughter. The little blonde nods her head, but continues to cough.
"My throat hurts, Mama." She says, but she doesn't seem to pay much attention to it like her mother is. Alison touches her forehead and realises it hotter than usual.
"Does anything else hurt, baby?" She asks.
"No, it's okay. I'm sure it'll go away tomorrow." The little girl says, as she continues to colour. Alison nods slowly, guessing that it could improve by tomorrow.
"Babe, I'm home!" Emily calls from the front door.
"Mum!" Mia chorused as she ran up to meet her mother, jumping into Emily's arm who kissed her all over the little girl's face. Mia coughed and Emily immediately frowns. "Mia, are you sick?" The brunette asks.
"No!" Mia denies. When Emily narrows her eyes at her daughter, Mia averts her eyes "Maybe..." Emily smiles a little at her cheeky daughter, but deep down she was concerned to the bone.
"Alison. Do you realise Mia's sick?" Emily says as she puts Mia down and goes into the kitchen to find Alison cooking. Usually Alison would ask Emily to help her cook, but Emily's definition of 'help' was picking the different ingredients here and there and popping them into her mouth, trying not to get caught by her wife who'd swat her hand away or scold her if she did.
"Yeah, I know. She said she wants to give it another day." Alison says. "But I'm just going to get her to drink some Panadol before she goes to bed." Alison says.
"Good idea." Emily states. "Well, I'm going to shower." Emily says as she leaves the kitchen.
Later that night when everyone was sound asleep, Alison felt someone poke her nose once. Then twice. Before hearing a hushed, "Mummy, are you awake?" Alison fluttered her eyes open and sat up.
"Yeah, Mia. What's wrong?' Alison asked, her voice a little croaky from sleep.
"I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you and mum?" Mia asked, as she already found her daughter wedging herself in between the two adults. Emily scooted a little, mumbling in her sleep before turning over and draped her arm over Mia. Alison smiled before kissing her daughter on the forehead and going to sleep.
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The next morning for the Fields-DiLaurentis couple was something they never thought they'd come across as mothers.
"Mummy! It hurts!" Mia whines as she scratching herself all over. Alison frowns as she lifts the little girls shirt to reveal red spots, similarly to mosquito bites all over.
"What the hell?! Alison, what are we going to do?" Emily asks, as she inspects the dots.
"Shh!" Alison hushes, before hissing, "If she knows we're clueless she'll panic." Alison leaves the room, to rummage through the medication cabinet.
"Itchy!" Mia screams as she scratches at her arm, before crying when it starts to bleed.
"Mia!" Emily says as she pries her daughter's hands away to prevent her from scratching. "Alison, get over here!" As on cue, Alison enters with some lotion. Emily looks at her sceptically.
"Really?" She deadpans.
"I couldn't find any other thing!" Alison exclaims.
"What about mosquito bite cream?" Emily says as she tightens her grip on Mia who was whining and sobbing, from the itchiness the mysterious spots were giving her.
"We lost that on our camping trip, I didn't get the chance to buy anymore." Alison explains, earning a stressful tsk from Emily. "LEt's be real, Em that is not from mosquitos."
"We have to do something!" Emily says, as Alison gently applies the cream to Mia's body.
"I am!" Alison huffs.
"No! Stop!" Mia says as she tries to kick her Alison off of her when she accidentally puts cream onto her cut. Mia's screams becoming louder in doing so.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby." Alison coos as she quickly fetches a bandaid out of her wallet and puts it onto the cut.
What are we going to do?...
Mia sat in the corner in the chair, her hands literally tied to her back. The five year old glaring at her mothers, shooting daggers with her eyes. Emily and Alison both look rather scared of their daughter who was no longer crying as she became more tolerate to the itchiness.
"She's looking this way." Alison whispers to Emily.
"I know!" Emily hisses back.
"Mia, honey. We had to, you just couldn't stop itching and your nails would make you bleed." Alison explains, shoots her a death glare, causing Alison to shut up. "She's never going to forgive us. When is your mum coming? I called her ten minutes ago!"
The doorbell rings as the two adults jump up from the couch and ran to the door, relieved to see Pam standing there. Before Pam can even greet the girls, the two drag their mother and mother in law into the house, and points to Mia who was tied up in the chair.
Pam's eyes widened at the scene, before she grabbed onto Emily's and Alison's ear and dragged them down. "What the hell is wrong with you two?! You don't go tying your daughter to the chair if she can't stop itching!" Pam scolds, before letting go of their ears and begins to untie Mia.
"Grandma!" The five year old says, all happy and cheery as she hugs her. As the hug was over, her attitude immediately changed to ice cold at the sight of her mothers. Pam holds the little girl's hand as she brings her to the bathroom.
"Well, she's in good hands now." Emily says.
"Mia's never going to forget this."