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Warning: CONTENT SLIGHTLY MATURE

Previously on Pregnant Little Liars: Emily came out to Pam who was rather accepting than what Emily had anticipated. Maya shook off herself having second thoughts and visited Emily who is in Radley.

Three weeks later

"Hanna! Come on! We're going to be late!" shouted an impatient Caleb excitedly to his girlfriend who was in the shower. He popped his head into the bathroom. "Are you nearly done?"

"Caleb! Shut-up, get out, and give me a moment to stop the shampoo from getting in my mou- Arggg!" Hanna shouted but stopped mid-sentence as shampoo slid into her mouth.

"Did you get shampoo in your mouth?" Caleb asked, trying to muffle a laugh.

"Mm mm mm!" the blonde said as loudly as she could. She wasn't going to open her mouth again.

"I'll just be out here, waiting," said the boy, not able to contain his laughter. As he was about to close the door, the water stopped running and a dripping wet Hanna emerged from behind the shower curtains.

"What're you staring at," she snapped playfully, stepping out of the shower and rolling her eyes.

"You look... amazing," said the boy, staring at the view in front of him.

"I know," Hanna replied with a smirk, while drying off. "Now get out and give me fifteen minutes. Then I promise we'll get going."

"Yes ma'am," Caleb barked, sneaking one last view before closing the door.

As promised, fifteen minutes later, the couple pregnant with twins were in the car on their way to the OB/GYN.

"You know, we're finding out the gender today," Caleb said, this time, unable to contain his excitement.

"And so you've mentioned," Hanna teased. "About a thousand times."

"Hey, it's not every day you find out the gender of your child!" Caleb defensively argued.

"You mean children," she corrected. "Do you want them to be girls or boys?"

"I was hoping for one girl and one boy, but seeing that's impossible…" he trailed off. "I want two boys. How awesome would that be?"

"I want both girls. I have a feeling they're both girls," the blonde said, smirking.

"Why do you say so?" Caleb asked, grinning.

"Oh no, just a mother's instincts…" said Hanna, leaving the boy to wonder for himself.

"Emily, we've made great progress in the last couple of weeks," said Wren, smiling warmly at the tanned girl. "But today, I'm going to ask you to do something a little more challenging."

"Okay…" Emily replied slowly, not knowing what to expect.

"Alright. I want you to tell me why you think you're doing so well – making good progress."

"Uh…" Emily thought for a moment. "Because I have nothing to hide anymore?" she said it more like a question.

"What don't you have to hide anymore?" Dr Kingston asked.

"I, uh… I came out to my mom a few weeks ago. Ever since then, I've felt so free, like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel unstoppable, like the world is mine."

"And your trauma doesn't affect you as much as it did when you first came here?"

"No, that's still here. The feeling of disgust and pity still washes over me sometimes, and although I know it's not my fault, it's just…" she trailed off.

A good five minutes passed.

"Emily?" Wren called out.

"Hm?" Emily responded, snapping out of her trance.

"You were saying you know it's not your fault, but something. What did you mean by that?"

There was silence again before the swimmer spoke up. "The point is, I hated and partially blamed myself for what happened to me. I thought it had happened because… because I like girls. I thought it was the universe's way of saying 'screw you, Emily'… But when my mom accepted me and treated me no different than before I told her… It… it made me realise that I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time in my life."

When Wren was positive that Emily had finished what was truly on her mind, he began talking.

"This is me talking to you as someone I know outside of this place, so I'm going to be unprofessional – screw whatever the hell the universe tells you. You're you, and now that you've come out, that doesn't make you any less you. You're an amazing person, regardless of your sexual orientation. Now, professionally speaking, well done, Emily. I really congratulate you," he finished sincerely.

"Thank you... Wait... Does this mean… Does this mean you're letting me go home?" Emily questioned.

"I don't see why not. You've completed the most important thing of this programme – being comfortable with yourself, knowing that your trauma was real, and that it wasn't your fault. I'm cutting your remaining sessions from eleven to three. And then you're good to go," the doctor replied in his charming accent, smiling genuinely at her.

For the first time in a long time, Emily felt free. Genuinely free.

"Hanna Marin?" the nurse called. "Dr Jean is ready for you."

The young couple stood up and walked hand-in-hand to the all-too-familiar office.

"Hi guys! It's so good to see you again! I trust all is well with your little ones?" Dr Jean greeted cheerfully.

"Yeah. Yeah, all's good," Hanna said, smiling. "And we'd like to find out the gender today."

"Oh fun!" she said, clapping her hands together. Pointing to the bed, she added, "when you're ready, of course."

Hanna propped herself up on the bed and lifted her shirt up, anticipating the cold gel.

Thirty seconds flat later, the couple were looking at two tiny human-like structures.

"There's the heartbeat of Baby A…" Jenny said, smiling, "and there's Baby B's heartbeat!"

"I can't believe this is really happening," Caleb said softly, mesmerized by the heartbeats.

"Are you ready for the gender?" the doctor asked.

"Yes!" Caleb said, a little too loudly. Hanna chuckled.

"Alright… here goes… Congratulations! You're having identical baby girls!"

"Ha! I told you so!" said Hanna, looking up at Caleb. The boy had tears in his eyes.

"That's a miracle, right there. Our two little miracles. We're going to have two mini-you's, running around and totally owning the place," Caleb whispered to Hanna. "I love you so much, Hanna, and thank you. Thank you for giving me a second chance." With that, he kissed her cheek.

"Ezzzraaa," Aria pleaded, whining. "Please?"

"No, Aria, I'm not going to leave," Ezra said seriously.

"You have to! It's an important faculty conference!" Aria argued.

"No, it isn't," Ezra said, smiling that boyish smile of his.

"Really? Oh, I thought I heard my dad say it was one of the most important meetings for the faculty," said Aria, thick on sarcasm. "Please, go. We'll be fine."

"Aria, I don't find it necessary to go. I promise it'll be fine even if I don't go." Ezra tried to put an end to the conversation.

"Ezra, I swear if you don't get on that plane to Boston-" Aria began her threat, but was cut off by him.

"Aria, listen. It's in six weeks' time. If you're still so keen on me attending that meeting in six weeks, I promise I'll go, alright? But until then, let's not stress about something so unimportant. Okay?"

"Fine. But you're still-" As Aria tried to complete her sentence, she was cut off a second time – this time, by her phone receiving a text.

"Who's it from?" Ezra asked, getting up from the couch to fetch some water.

"Hanna. She says… Aw, that's nice, she's having girls!" Aria cooed, smiling.

"Oh, she found out the gender!" Ezra stated excitedly.

"Yeah… Just now, apparently. She wants to celebrate sometime later this week," said Aria, quickly responding to her text.

"I would like our baby to be a girl," said Ezra, smiling brightly, making his way back over to the couch.

"I want a boy," Aria counter-argued, smirking.

"I wouldn't mind a boy either, but if it was a girl… I'd jump to the moon and back, to be honest."

"Nah," said Aria, a sly grin creeping across her face. "What if she starts dating her English teacher at school? That'd be too much chaos," she teased.

Ezra chucked. "So what are you saying – that I'm too much for you?" It was his turn to tease.

"Mhm. Especially when you still taught at Rosewood High. Gosh, it was so hard to concentrate on the subject when my sexy boyfriend was up there, looking all hot in a vest, teaching the class," Aria said giggling.

"Oh, is that what happened?" Ezra laughed. "I thought you could concentrate just fine."

"Not possible," said Aria, shaking her head. "Not possible."

Spencer was doing some research on her laptop in her bedroom, when a pair of familiar hands covered her eyes from behind.

"There's a surprise waiting for you downstairs," said Toby softly.

"Mm, hey," Spencer greeted, turning around to peck him quickly. "How was your day?"

"Busy. But in a good way. I worked on something," replied Toby.

"Really? What?" Spencer asked, glad to hear that her boyfriend had done something that he enjoyed.

"You'll see. Come, let's go downstairs. But you can't peek, okay?"

"I won't," promised Spencer, eagerly taking Toby's hand and closing her eyes.

"Okay, last step… there we go," Toby said softly, smiling to himself. "You ready?"

"Yes!" Spencer replied a little too quickly. Toby chuckled.

"You can open your eyes now."

As Spencer opened her eyes, she was touched at the piece of furniture that lay in front of her.

"Do you like it?" he asked softly.

"It's amazing… I love it," Spencer replied sincerely. "Thank you so much…" In front of the tall brunette, lay a beautifully crafted crib. "I can't believe you made this…"

"I'm just glad you like it. And I, uh, I didn't know what colour to paint it, so I went with beige. I hope that's okay, because if it's not-" Toby was cut off with a passionate kiss from Spencer.

Once the kiss was broken, Spencer put their foreheads together and whispered, "Our baby is the luckiest baby in the world. To have a father like you, Toby, would be a great privilege itself. You are amazing, and I'm sure our baby will love his or her first crib. I know they will – because their Daddy made it for them."

"Hey," Maya said softly once Emily had woken up.

"Hey… How long have you been sitting there? Why didn't you wake me?" Emily asked groggily. She sat up on the bed and wiped her eyes.

"I like watching you sleeping. You're crazy beautiful when you're asleep," Maya responded casually.

Emily blushed. "Oh, so it's a thing you do, huh? Watch me sleep?" she teased.

"Well, sorta, yeah," Maya replied, giggling. She looked into Emily's eyes.

"I can go home soon," said Emily after some time.

"Really? When?" Maya asked, a big smile appearing on her face.

"I have three sessions left. And then-"

"You can come home…" Maya finished her sentence for her.

Emily grinned. "Yeah."

"I'd love that," Maya admitted ecstatically. A few tears formed in her eyes. "I love you, Emily. And I'm so proud of you – you have no idea how proud I am to call you my girlfriend. You've had things that you don't deserve happen to you, and you've come out on the other side, stronger than ever. I love you."

"I love you too, Maya. Thank you for sticking with me when I was at my low point in life. Without you… I don't know what I would have done," Emily croaked. The two looked into each others' eyes for what felt like an eternity.

"I'm going to kiss you, Emily, but feel free to pull back whenever you feel like it. You don't have to have a reason, okay?" said the shorter girl carefully, before slowly leaning in. At this perfect moment, time felt like it was moving in slow motion for Emily. She took note of everything at once – Maya's big, beautiful brown eyes, closing slowly as the distance between their bodies became lessened. The touch of Maya's hand on her cheek, the touch of her soft lips as their lips met, hell the way they tasted like applemint – her favourite chapstick. When the swimmer breathed in, she could smell the intoxicating, natural scent of her lover. It was faint, but it was there. She didn't know how to describe Maya's scent, apart from saying that it was like a drug. A strong, narcotic drug.
Everything else around Emily went bizarrely quiet. In this moment in time, she could feel and hear her own heart beating, racing as though it was sprinting. Their lips continued to move in perfect synchronisation, almost as if they were at a dance recital. It wasn't their first kiss, but Emily felt the very same way she felt that fateful day, when Maya St Germain walked into her bedroom and kissed her. Fireworks were an understatement. It was a warm, sensual feeling of two souls being connected. Emily decided to take it a step further. She deepened the kiss slightly. Maya was slightly surprised, but recovered and responded quickly. Hands were roaming each other's' bodies, but respectfully. It was not sexual, but instead, it was filled with pure passion. Passion so great that-

"Go Emily!" The couple jumped apart after hearing a voice full of energy. By Emily's door, stood Hanna, Aria, and Spencer, with Hanna smirking. Emily blushed a deep crimson, while Maya rolled her eyes, giggling. Typical Hanna.

"I'll see you later, Em," Maya said quickly, before gathering her things, pecking Emily's cheek, and walking out.

"That was some action right there, Em," the blonde teased, still smirking.

"I can't believe you guys saw that…" the embarrassed swimmer mumbled, hiding her face in her hands. "How long did you guys stand there?"

"Not long."

"Not long."

"Oh, a very long time." The three girls said in unison, with Aria and Spencer having identical answers.

Soon enough, the girls had caught up on the latest gossip, and were enjoying some quality time together.

"Oh, and Hanna's having twin girls!" Aria exclaimed.

"What? Oh my gosh, congratulations!" Emily cried, opening her arms for a hug from her friend.

"Thanks, Em," Hanna replied, hugging her friend and smiling.

"I can't believe how quiet A's been…" Aria trailed off. "It's too quiet it's almost like I'm living in a dream."

"Too quiet can never be good," Hanna muttered, her expression becoming solid.

"Maybe it's had its fun. Maybe he or she – whatever – is leaving us alone…" Aria suggested quietly.

"Aria, that bitch is far from done. He or she's probably planning a freaking war," Spencer said, going completely against Aria's idea. Just then, Spencer's phone chimed.

You're right, Spence. I'm far from done. I'm just giving my dolls a break before the real drAma goes down. Send my love to Emmy.

Kisses, bitches.

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