Last few chapters have been a bit strange, had huge amount of views for each but not many reviews etc so just wondering if people are still into this story/enjoying it? I really don't want to drag it out, if people are getting fed up of it I'd rather finish it at a good point if you know what I mean? Let me know anyway, and we will see where it goes from there. Sorry for the cliffhanger but people did want Isla involved in the drama so there we go. Have an awesome day/night wherever you are you lovely people! Please follow/fave and review.

"Get in the car Ali," Emily pleads as they stand outside Alison's jeep and the blonde hasn't so much as moved since Hanna got off the phone from her.

"We will come back and get my car tomorrow or something just get in the car Ali." Emily repeats and she gently grips the blonde's forearm towards the passenger side door, blue eyes flying up to meet hers and they are wild with fear and Emily doesn't know how to make this better yet because she doesn't actually know what's going on.

So she stays calm to the best of her ability and it's not much but she reckons it will help Alison. She moves Alison into the passenger seat and the blonde surprises her by reaching around to grab the seat belt, hastily fastening it by herself and Emily knows that's her cue to hurry up and get them out of here towards their daughter.

"I'm okay Em, just get us to the hospital I need to know what's going on with Isla," the blonde whispers and Emily, half jogging, makes her way around to the driver's side of the car before quickly starting the engine and heading towards Rosewood Community Hospital.

"She will be fine Ali, Hanna has only done what she thought was right for our daughter, I'm sure she will be fine." And Emily hopes that if she keeps repeating it then it will be true and Isla will be just fine.

Because Isla has to be fine for both of them, not just her. But Alison doesn't answer, because she doesn't think she can, so she nods her head gently at the brunette before turning to rest her forehead against the window and looking out into the pitch black.

They drive in silence, even the radio is pushed off by Alison who apparently can't bear the sound of anything or anyone and the only noise Emily hears on the way there is Alison's hand reaching over to grip onto her own and she holds Alison's hand tightly while her other hand controls the steering wheel and even with her heart hammering against her chest, there is some relief at having some sort of contact with her wife. The blonde's hand trembling slightly in her own.

- x -

Hanna paces quickly back and forth across the sterile floor. Isla's baby grow is lying in a heap on the bed that's in the room and she hasn't seen the seven month old for nearly fifteen minutes when the doctor came in to check her over before taking her to another room.

She reassures herself that she has done the right thing, that amount of vomit and that temperature was not normal. Definitely not normal. Emily and Alison will understand, and her voice is talking frantically in her head.

She keeps an eye on the window in the door in case Emily or Alison arrive because she definitely doesn't want them to be checking every room in the corridor for them. And this time when she looks out she sees Alison and she steels herself because she has a feeling the blonde will not be happy with her, even though she's done nothing wrong she reminds herself. But she knows what Alison's like, knows when the blonde gets scared she will lash out.

"Why the hell is my daughter in the hospital when you are supposed to be taking care of her?" Alison screeches when she sees Hanna and she's quickly pacing in the blonde's direction, her eyes flicking towards the empty baby grow.

"She wouldn't stop being sick, I had to change her diaper like five times in an hour and her temperature was way too high so I brought her here," Hanna replies with resolve because she knows it was the right thing to do.

And Ali's face falls slightly when she looks back at Emily who is behind her, a comforting hand being placed on her arm. "Ali." Emily warns. "It's okay Hanna, but where is she and what's happening?" Emily asks quickly as she looks around the room and her eyes linger on the empty baby grow too.

"The doctor took her to examine her, I couldn't exactly say no could I? She needed to see a doctor," Hanna replies with a shrug, "I'm so sorry I just thought it was the right thing to do." She adds.

Emily nods in agreement because the brunette knows it was the right thing to do but now she's itching for the doctor to come back because she needs to know what's happening and she knows if Alison doesn't find out soon there's a chance the blonde will blow her cool.

They sit in silence, the only noise audible is Ali's foot as it taps furiously against the tiled floor and Emily reaches a hand over to the blonde's thigh before squeezing gently.

"Isla will be fine, she's a tough little cookie and you know Hanna done the right thing by bringing her here," Emily says because Alison hasn't spoken a word to Hanna since they first arrived and she can tell Hanna's feeling the tension too.

"I take it you are Isla's parents?" And Alison's head, that is currently swimming with unsavoury thoughts, whips around towards the door and she's met with a young fresh faced doctor and she wonders how he is able to make sure her daughter is okay because he looks like he is just out of med school, but she doesn't comment on his age because she doesn't have time to get into that.

"Yes, that's us two," she squeaks out and relief floods through her veins when he smiles warmly at them.

"I think your daughter is anxious to see you, she has gastroenteritis or the stomach flu to me and you, but she is dehydrated so your friend done the right thing by bringing her here," he replies and Alison turns around in Hanna's direction, an apologetic smile written on her face and she watches as Hanna waves it off. "I just wanted to check that you were both here, I will have a nurse bring her back through straight away."

"I'm sorry Hanna," Alison mumbles as the doctor disappears out the door again and she feels Hanna before she sees her.

"It's okay Ali, if it was my daughter I would be the same as you, it's just a natural reaction," the blonde replies and Alison turns quickly to bring her into a hug while Emily looks on and the brunette feels slightly left out.

"I want in on the hug too you guys."

- x -

"Here she is," the nurse states happily as she brings Isla back in and Emily can tell Isla is unwell, she looks tired and frustrated, and her face is red with either her temperature or crying, Emily is not quite sure yet.

"I do have some bad news though, the doctor wants to keep her overnight just to keep her on fluids and monitor her. Stomach flu can take a lot out of babies and I will bring her a cot for her to sleep in but I'd recommend one of you to go home and grab a few essentials for tonight," she adds before Alison reaches out and despite being ill Alison can see a small smile tugging at Isla's lips.

"Oh baby, you scared us, you can't do that to me and your Mama again," Alison coos and she blinks the tears back because she doesn't want to cry because Isla is fine and despite her earlier terror she feels so much better having her daughter back in her arms but she can tell she's not well.

"She will be fine," Emily adds as she puts her hand on Ali's lower back before resting her head on the blonde's shoulder to peer down at Isla, who's eyes are fluttering closed in Alison's arms.

"I will go home and get what we need, I won't be too long." She presses a kiss onto Ali's cheek before her and Hanna head towards the door because Hanna knows Alison will want time with Isla herself.

"Thanks Hanna and I'm sorry I yelled at you, I know you done the right thing I just freaked out a little bit," Alison states as she rocks Isla gently in her arms before sitting on the edge of the bed that's in the middle of the room.

"It's fine Ali, like I said it's a natural thing. Let me know in the morning how she is and I will come over and visit you guys." And Hanna can't help but skip over the floor to bring Alison into another quick hug, before reaching down to gently stroke Isla's cheek. "She will be fine she's a tough little lady my Goddaughter." She adds before she turns to head out the door with Emily.

- x -

Alison swings her legs onto the bed gently before propping one of the white pillows up with one hand and she lies back before exhaling heavily because there's been times in her life that she has been afraid, but tonight she was terrified.

She feels Isla stir in her arms slightly before resting her head on the blonde's chest and Alison rubs circles on her daughters back as she feels her daughter's breath blowing softly against her skin and even the feeling of it is comforting.

The last thing Emily grabs is Isla's teddy because she knows how much Isla loves it, recycled down from TJ, and in a strange way Emily thinks that's maybe why Isla likes it so much.

The three year old has become an integral part of their lives over the past few months, coming over ever other day to see Isla and asking when she will be able to go out to play with him. And Emily's not sure he grasps the concept that Isla won't grow much over the space of a day. But it's cute all the same.

She walks through to the kitchen to pack a few bottles and sees her phone on the kitchen island, flashing with text messages. She calls her Mom quickly and she's glad when she picks up on the second ring, quickly explaining what has happened and telling her not too worry because everything is fine. And then re explaining everything is fine when her Mom offers to come to the hospital.

"I will call you in the morning Mom, trust me everything is fine… no everything is fine. I have to go."

"Mrs Fields," the nurse calls and Alison's eyes open slowly, adjusting at the overhead light that's beaming brightly into her face.

"Yes? Sorry I must have fallen asleep with her," the blonde apologises before she sits up and Isla is thankfully still asleep against her chest, her warm cheek pressed fully against Alison's skin.

"I have an electrolyte solution here, try to give her two or three teaspoonful's every couple of hours, it will help replace the minerals and salts she has lost with the vomiting," the nurse states as she places it onto the table next to the bed, and Alison nods her appreciation.

"She will be okay you know, babies get this very often especially at this age because they move onto different foods and therefore they come into contact with different bacteria's. You didn't do anything wrong I hope you know that honey."

And Alison wonder's how the nurse knows because a part of her does blame herself for this, Isla is her responsibility, her daughter and some how she is in the hospital unwell. And it's scary. "How did you know?" Alison mumbles feebly as she looks down at Isla briefly before returning her attention back onto the nurse.

"I'm a Mom too, we are all the same. We worry about every little thing, I still do and my son is nearly twenty, you have a lot more worrying to do but trust me she will be fine."

Emily hears Isla before she even enters the room and her daughter is currently screaming blue murder. "I've never seen her like this before," Alison worries, her cheek being bitten between her teeth and Emily has to admit she's never seen Isla this distressed either.

She sets the bag down on the floor before making her way over towards the bed where Isla rewards her with vomit and lots of it at that.

"Jesus Isla," Emily states as Alison wipes the sick with the bib that's currently around their daughter's neck. And she sits next to them with her arm around Alison, pulling the blonde softly towards her because she knows Alison must be freaking out inside right now.

It's ten minutes later that the vomiting finally stops and Isla just looks unhappy. She looks like Emily when the brunette doesn't have any sort of lead on a case and wants to chuck her laptop out the office window. She looks tired, frustrated and annoyed, and Emily's never seen so many emotions on someone so young.

"I want to bath her, she loves her bath time it soothes her. Bath and then a clean baby grow on with her blanket," Alison says more to herself than anyone else and she's moving on autopilot because this is the first time that Isla has been ill since she's been born and it's strange.

And while she knows every child gets ill, it is different when it's your own she thinks to herself as she moves towards the shower room, turning the warm water on while Emily sits in the chair in the corner with Isla against her chest.

The small baby bath is a stark contrast to their own, there is no animals or spongy area for Isla's head to rest in it, it's plain and functional and that's about it really but Isla doesn't seem to care. Smiling slightly when she's lowered into the warm water. And she splashes slightly with her feet before allowing the warm water to flow over her.

"See I told you she needed her bath," Alison states proudly as she runs the sponge gently over Isla's small body.

"You did yeah," Emily replies as she puts her hand over Ali's before giving it a gentle squeeze and she just wants to reassure the blonde that she's doing a great job because she is doing great. She's holding it together much better than Emily had anticipated. And when Isla's lifted out of the bath she seems much more contented.

"Look at you all clean and smelling much better, you don't smell like puke anymore Isla," Emily jokes as she runs her hand through Isla's hair and she can't help but spike it up slightly in the middle, creating a little mohawk.

"I wish you wouldn't do that to her, she looks like a little rebel without a cause," Alison replies as she hands Emily the clean baby grow from their bag.

"Like Mommy like daughter then. A rebel." Emily fires back quickly and she sees Ali's eyes narrow in her direction.

"I wasn't a rebel, I was just a difficult child…and teenager… and probably adult too," Alison mumbles and there's a smirk threatening to appear on her face.

"Okay fine, I was a rebel too." She finally admits and she leans down to press a kiss against Emily's lips, her lips lingering on the brunette's for longer than usual and she hopes Emily knows that it's a silent thank you for being the calm one earlier on in the night.

"You're welcome," Emily murmurs against her lips as she pulls away slightly. Of course Emily knows it was a silent thank you.

- x -

"Our daughter must be the only child who willingly takes this stuff because she thinks that it is food," Alison states as she feeds Isla a teaspoon of the solution that the nurse had left earlier and she's glad that Isla is starting to look tired, her eyelids are blinking heavier with every second.

"She really is like me at times, any sign of food and she will happily take it," Emily replies as she swings her legs onto the bed and she is glad to finally be off her feet. Even though this hospital bed is just how she remembers it from seven months ago: hard and uncomfortable and she has a feeling sleep will be pretty difficult to come by tonight.

"Put her into the cot and get into bed, we need to try and get some sleep with her," Emily states as she watches Isla's eyes close completely.

She shifts slightly so Alison can crawl in beside her and despite Alison being in one of her old t-shirts, it still smells like the blonde and no matter what Alison always smells wonderful. "You smell amazing," Emily whispers into the blonde's ear as she settles down beside her and she feels Ali smile even though she can't see her wife's face, the blonde's back is currently being pressed tightly against her front.

- x -

It's two thirty when Emily's phone makes a gentle buzzing noise against the table and she reaches over to grab it while her other arm remains buried underneath Ali. She's not surprised when she sees Hanna's name and she shakes her head when she sees the blonde's worried message, clearly Hanna can't sleep for worrying nerves and she can't sleep because of how uncomfortable the bed is. She types out a simple reply before she rests the phone on her chest.

And the white light from her phone illuminates the room enough that she can see into the cot and Isla's facing away from her but her chest is rising and falling gently and this is the longest her daughter has gone without puking on them. The sweet smell of the electrolyte solution lingers in the air slightly and it's enough to make her nose crinkle.

"Why are you awake?" she hears the tired voice from beside her say.

"More to the point why are you?" she counters before she places the phone back onto the table and rolls over towards Alison and even in the dark the blonde's eyes sparkle intensely.

"I heard your phone going off, let me guess it was Hanna?" she whispers with a smile before tucking her head under Emily's.

"You're right it was Hanna, you know she worries about these kind of things," Emily replies before wrapping her arms around Alison and pressing a kiss onto the blonde's forehead.

"I love you," she murmurs as she feels Ali's arm getting thrown around her.

"I love you too, and hopefully tomorrow we will have a happier daughter," the blonde replies.

"I wouldn't count on that for some reason."

1 Week Later

"She's smiling, she's actually smiling at me again." Hanna announces as she bounces Isla softly on her knee and it's finally like her Goddaughter has forgiven her for taking her to the hospital a week ago.

"Yeah I don't think she wanted to fall out with her aunt Hanna for too long you know, it's like she knows who is going to be her fashion guru in a few years and whose store she is going to get all the fabulous discounts at," Alison replies with a smile as she lifts the other blonde's coffee mug before placing it into the dishwasher.

"Very funny, where is Emily anyway?" Hanna asks as she looks around towards the front door.

"She had to work an extra shift with being off last week with Isla but she should be home soon, she's actually running late," and Alison is just about to speak again when Emily comes through the door, a smile plastered across her face and Alison wonders just what Emily has been up too.

"What are you up to?" the blonde asks immediately as Emily leans down to press a kiss onto her cheek and Hanna watches in amusement as Emily tries and fails to contain the grin that's spreading across her face again. Hanna thinks that the brunette looks as if all her birthdays have come at once.

"I got this, for Isla I mean," Emily replies as her hand finds her pocket and she brings out a small silver star that has Isla written on it, and it takes the blonde a few seconds to recognise what it's actually for.

"We have our tradition at you putting the star on our tree and since it's only three weeks to Christmas I thought I would bring Isla into the tradition with us obviously." And Alison shakes her head while she smiles.

"I absolutely love it Em."

"I can't reach the top of any of them, how are we meant to put on the star?" the blonde huffs as they walk round more Christmas trees and since this is the first tree that they are buying for their first home Emily wants it to be perfect.

"How about this one?" the brunette points to a slightly smaller tree and even on her tip toes Alison can't reach the top of it. "Maybe you're just too short for them all?" Emily offers jokingly and she watches as Alison glares at her slightly, the blonde's eyes narrowing in her direction.

"Okay we will keep looking then," she surrenders easily as she holds her hands up defensively and she knows this must be important to Alison for some reason, so she's happy to keep walking on the merry go round that they are currently on.

By the time they reach the end of the Christmas tree selection Emily's pretty sure she's gone colourblind because everything she sees seems to be green and she blinks quickly to escape her fir tree tunnel vision.

"I really loved the fourth one we seen, maybe we should just buy it and I will use ladders to put the star on," Alison states as she looks back.

They stand in front of the fourth tree and Emily has to admit she loves it, can imagine it in the corner of their living room decorated to the maximum with baubles and lights and tinsel. But she knows that even she won't reach the top of the tree to put the star on, it stands well over six foot tall.

"I want this one," Alison states simply as she looks at Emily before glancing back at the tree, "even though I can't reach it, it just feels like our-" and the rest of her sentence is cut off by a yelp as Emily's hands find the back of her thighs, hoisting her up around her waist.

"Emily, what the hell are you doing?" she hisses as she looks down at the brunette and she can feel the eyes of other shoppers on them but Emily doesn't really seem to care about their audience.

"See if you can reach the top now," the brunette answers simply and Alison's hand can easily reach the top of the tree where the star will go.

"I guess we are getting this tree then," Emily speaks as she lowers Alison back down and the blonde straightens her jacket out before leaning up to press her lips against Emily's and this time it's her turn not to care about their audience.

"Okay are you two done being all cute and lovey? That is kind of gross," Hanna states with a grimace as Emily pulls her lips away from her wife's before shooting a look at Hanna.

"You don't get our tradition so shush," she replies playfully as she walks around to where Hanna is sitting and Isla's hands are outstretched in her direction.

"Hello happy baby, I bought you a star for our tree because Santa is nearly coming and you have been a very good girl these past seven months. I think you are going to get a lot of gifts," Emily coos before peppering her daughters face with kisses and Isla can only sequel before pushing her small hand up to Emily's face in an attempt to get her Mama to back off.

"She loves it really." Emily grins as Hanna and Alison shake their head in unison.

"You get like a child at Christmas Em, as soon as it's like three weeks to go you go into a Christmas meltdown," Hanna comments as she stands from the stool she's sitting on. "Anyway, I have to go. I have Christmas shopping to do, especially for this little lady," Hanna adds as she tucks her finger under Isla's chin before tickling gently.

- x -

It's just after one in the morning when Emily leans over to kiss Alison's bare shoulder before swinging her legs out of bed and she pads quietly downstairs because she doesn't want to wake Alison or Isla up.

She flicks on the TV in the living room before turning on her heels and heading towards the kitchen, grabbing a soda and a packet of chips and she knows it's unhealthy but she doesn't care because the soccer and her unhealthy snacks are her treat time. And for extra comfort she throws the blanket they keep in the living room over her for good measure.

Alison stirs when she feels the lack of heat behind her, and she knows Emily is not in bed because there is usually an arm or a leg thrown over her. So when she rolls onto her back and finds her wife missing she's not completely surprised.

She can hear the soft noise coming from downstairs and she knows Emily must be watching the soccer, and usually she wouldn't interrupt but she has a need to be close to her wife. So she slowly sits up and peers over to Isla who is awake with her hand fully in her mouth.

"Are you teething again Isla?" she whispers as she runs her hand through her hair before making her way over towards the crib. She pulls Isla's hand away and despite it being covered in saliva she can see two little red indents where her teeth have been attached to her skin.

"Come on baby we will go and see your Mama for a little while," she speaks as she lifts Isla onto her shoulder and heads towards their living room.

"Hey," Alison whispers softly as she pushes the door open and she doesn't comment on the empty soda can and two empty packets of chips.

"What are you doing up?" Emily asks quietly as she adjusts herself on the couch so Alison can sit beside her and the blonde takes full advantage, slipping under the duvet so it reaches Isla's back.

"I woke up because you weren't in bed and then this little one was awake because she's teething again, I think the top tooth will be here pretty soon," but when Alison looks down Isla has fallen asleep against her chest, and the blonde tugs Isla's hand away from her mouth.

"I will take her if you want?" Emily offers and she gently lifts Isla onto her chest, the seven month old stretching a little with her eyes closed before settling back down.

Alison links her arm with Emily's before resting her head on the brunette's shoulder and she watches as Emily's eyes never stray from the TV. "I want to get Isla a rocking horse," she announces and Emily's eyebrows rise before her head finally turns in the blonde's direction.

"Okay, but where did that come from? It's kind of a random gift," she asks curiously as she readjusts their arms and soon the blonde's head is tucked under her own resting against the opposite side of her chest that Isla is on. And Emily's not sure it can get any better than this.

"I used to have one when I was little, I loved it, I named him Beau, I don't even know if it was a boy but in my head it was a boy," Alison states with a smile as memories of it flash through the back of her mind.

"Anyway, I saw one in town and I know Isla won't have use for it for a few years but I want to get her a good one for her nursery," she adds as she looks up at Emily through her lashes and she'd imagined Emily would have protested a little because really Isla has no use for it but the brunette seems on board with it already.

"I like the idea of her having one, it's very retro. I used to have one too, mines didn't have a name though," Emily chuckles as she presses a kiss onto Ali's hair, "but if it means she loves horses when she's older then I can't take her horse riding, I'm not really interested in real live, breathing ones," she adds.

"Yeah right not interested, you are just scared of them you big wuss." Ali replies quickly and Emily can only roll her eyes because it's true. They are too big and unpredictable and the thought of being on one makes her feel uneasy.

"Fine, you're right, but we should definitely look into getting her one, I have a feeling this is going to be one magical Christmas."

It's coming towards the end of the game when Emily looks down at Ali and as the light of the TV flickers across her face Emily can see that her eyes are shut and her shallow breathing confirms that that the blonde is asleep against her chest. She presses another gentle kiss on her wife before she looks down at the other side of her chest and this time she's met with messy curls and a small hand on her shoulder but Isla is asleep too.

She presses a delicate kiss on soft dark curls before she smiles to herself. The rocking horse may be a great idea for a present for Isla at Christmas but Emily knows she's already got her two greatest gifts and she knows nothing will ever be able to top them.