Chapter 3: I Wanna Have Your Babies

*Alison's POV*

My head seemed to be so full of thoughts yet also completely silent at the same time as my eyes took their time exploring all of Emily's features. Her face seemed so soft, yet her individual features were so strong on their own. Her jaw made a hard line until it curved to meet her long, slender neck.

So much space to kiss. A slightly slutier version of me chimed in the back of my mind. I inwardly chuckled at the fact that I found myself so attracted to the woman so quickly. Anyways… My inner monologue granted me permission to continue examining the breathtakingly gorgeous woman. Her eyebrows, too, had strong arches. Everything about her looked so defined. However, it all melted into one face that I felt I could get lost in for a lifetime.

Her smile was so genuine and warm. Every time it spread across her cheeks I felt my pulse echo throughout my entire body. It was as if she was conducting a one-woman orchestra- her smile led and my body followed in perfect time. The laugh that erupted from her chest was pure ecstasy. Between the melody it provided and the deafening drum of my heartbeat we made such beautiful music together.

Her cheeks seemed to be a constant shade of rosy pink to crimson red and it made me wonder if I had chosen the wrong career. In this moment, I longed to be a painter just so I could spend my whole life trying to do those shades justice. While the consistent presence of pigment tugged on every last heart string I had- I knew, even if I had the skill of all the greats combined, that I would never come close to replicating how well the colors blended with her warm skin tone. Not to mention her eyes… God, her eyes! My consciousness screamed. Every moment she has ever lived is woven into those orbs that could beckon even the hardest of souls in. I wanted to ask her for every story I could see knitted into the fabric of her being.

Spencer and Aria were going back and forth about some of the latest research that was all of the rage in the medical community as well as trading hospital gossip. Normally, I'd love to discuss it all, but I couldn't keep my eyes away from Dr. Fields for long. Occasionally, she would turn towards me and her eyes would find my own. When they found me again I giggled softly at her as my head rested on my right hand. I combed my fingers through my hair before crossing my arms and resting them on the table.

Her eyes darted down to my chest and back up to me so quickly that if I had blinked I would've missed it. I didn't have to look down to see if there was food on my shirt, because subconsciously I knew that I would be tempting her when my crossed arms raised my chest a bit higher.

There is much more where that came from, Dr. Fields… The sluttier me came back in for the kill. Just wait until you see me with my shirt off. I could feel a blush creeping up to my cheeks so I quickly put another thought in my mind at the same time as I said it out loud.

"Would you like a tour of some other parts of the hospital?" I offered. Spending time with Spencer in a more personal setting was surprisingly enjoyable, but I was longing to spend some one-on-one time with Emily. "I'm not sure how much Dr. Hastings has shown you but I'd be more than happy to show you around." A huge smile spread across her face and again she was commanding my body to her every whim and didn't even know.

"I'd love that." She nodded softly as she spoke. The moment felt more intimate than the topic of discussion seemed to warrant. There was a certain shyness to our interaction that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It almost felt as if we were meeting again after many years and relearning the most simple things about one another.

God, you are really perpetuating some lesbian stereotypes. My thoughts taunted me. Buy a girl a drink first before you decide your souls are long lost lovers. I chuckled at myself internally. I did feel a connection to the woman in front of me, however, that I could not explain. God, Ali...at this rate she'll be moving in tomorrow. It took every ounce of strength I had to stop myself from physically rolling my eyes at my inner monologue. I wouldn't say no if she asked to have a sleepover though. ...Every night...for the rest of time.

In an effort to bring myself back to earth and not slap the shit out of my brain for the joyride it was taking me on- I focused back on the beautiful woman that was the cause of my wandering thoughts. I looked over at the other women who had been ignoring us for some time now and gave Emily a playful eye roll before getting their attention.

"We should probably leave these girls to bond anyways." I chuckled as they both completely froze at the mention of them getting along so well. They both looked like they had just gotten caught in the most heinous of crimes: getting along. I'm not sure what was in the water here today, but they truly had been acting like old friends geeking out over a similar interest and gossiping about people like it was their job.

Maybe I've been too harsh on Spencer… My mind mused as I gave Aria a soft pat on the back. Or maybe Spencer and Aria should just sleep with each other too. Slutty me tried to take over my brain again and I could only find a few faults in her logic. Number one...gross. Number two…it's a bit presumptuous of me to assume Emily and I will end up in bed together. Number three...I really need to get laid. Aria and Spencer? Really? To end my inner argument with myself I began to stand up, gathering my trash to throw out. I smiled at the other two women before continuing:

"I am going to get Dr. Field's a little more familiar with our hospital. You two carry on. Thank you so much for having lunch with us today, Dr. Hastings." I smiled genuinely which seemed to make her happy. "I really enjoyed myself. We should do this more often." I truly meant it. While I paid little attention to anything she said it was nice for Aria and me to talk to other doctors. We usually just kept to ourselves during the workday. It served to bring us incredibly close, but I worry that Aria has pulled away from her peers and isolated herself. I didn't want her to miss out on opportunities to forge new connections.

Spencer turned towards Emily and seemed a bit worried. Her eyes were asking silent questions that I couldn't quite make out and the darker haired woman brushed them all off. I took a guess at what could be on her mind.

"I promise to take good care of her, Dr. Hastings." I giggled as I raised my right hand. "Scouts honor." She appeared to still have reservations. "I don't bite...I promise." At that I heard Aria scoff and softly chuckle as she stared into her pudding cup, scraping the bottom with her spoon even though she had practically licked it clean already.

"Yeah, unless you ask her too." She mumbled, but loudly enough for everyone to hear. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened seemingly as large as they were able to. Spencer and I at least had one thing in common now: we were both completely mortified. My body was completely frozen until the sound of Emily giggling met my ears. I couldn't help but to join in and let myself laugh it off. Hastings quickly joined in too- most likely deciding that my embarrassment was hilarious.

Spencer still looked a bit terrified and I was now concerned that she thought I would defile her consulting doctor. While that was not off the table for the future, I at least wanted to take her on a date first. With the way Dr. Hastings was eyeing her protectively, I was starting to wonder if I'd need to ask for her permission...

"Are you going to be okay, Em?" Spencer asked in almost a whisper, I'm assuming so that I wouldn't hear. My mind couldn't help but wonder about the nickname… As far as I knew the taller woman was engaged to Toby from the security team.

Maybe they had a third? I wondered. No way… Right? My mind continued as I saw Emily give the girl a small nod. With that, I began to lead the girl away towards the door. I guess I'll find out…

*Emily's POV*

Alison was doing an incredible job of showing me around the hospital. However, I hope she didn't stray too far because I was too focused on the way her hands gestured as she spoke to actually learn my way around the place. Her face was astoundingly expressive, but not more so than her hands. While she was recounting her first day here and the many times she got lost her hands traveled up and down pointing towards all sorts of different directions. They would open and close in an effort to portray the emotions of her story justly and I found myself getting lost in thoughts of how they may move when she tells her friends about me.

Would she tell her friends about me? I started to doubt my impact on the woman and if I would be memorable. She did invite her friend to lunch. That had to mean something right? Unless she didn't want to be alone with me… I shook my head softly enough so Alison wouldn't notice to snap myself out of my thoughts. Don't be silly. Of course she brought a friend. Spencer was there. I wasn't quite sure of the two doctors' history, but knowing how intimidating Spencer could be I'm surprised Alison even agreed to the lunch at all.

When I finally came back to reality we were walking up to a smaller elevator that seemed somewhat hidden in the back of the hospital. Since we were on the top floor, there was only one direction to go: down. My hand reached to press the button that would summon our ride without much thought. I wasn't aware that her hand was also on its way to press the button. Our fingers met before either of us reached it and I had to stifle a small gasp. Just the small brush of her fingertips against my own was enough to set all of my nerve endings on fire. I felt like I was in middle school and someone was holding my hand for the first time. I cleared my throat when I realized our hands were still suspended and neither of us had called the elevator.

Upon its arrival, we both entered and remained silent. I was refusing to make eye contact because I knew I was blushing. As we were riding down the elevator neither of us broke the silence as others got on and exited. When we were the last two left she let her beautiful voice fill the air. However, as she was telling me where we were about to arrive I interrupted her.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" I blurted, not remembering it was rude to cut someone off mid-sentence. Her cheeks tinted to a shade of red as her eyes widened and I hoped I hadn't offended the blonde beauty. Once her eyes darted to the ground and her lips closed, seemingly in an effort to suppress a smile, I realized she was blushing. I took that as a sign to continue. "I'd like to have more than coffee and lunch with friends with you. Would dinner work? Tonight?"

A loud ding filled the air before she could speak. We had arrived on the lowest floor. Alison's arm stretched out towards me and in front of my body. She came close enough that I could smell the sultry fragrance of her perfume and I instantly found myself intoxicated. Her eyes found mine and she seemed to be moving closer and closer towards me. Her eyes flickered down to my lips and a wave of all-consuming desire slammed into my body. I wanted nothing more than to grab the shorter woman's face and envelop her lips with my own.

I was snapped out of my trance when I heard a soft giggle escape from her lips. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion before I realized she had gotten closer in an effort to hold the elevator door open. I was instantly mortified by my assumptions and hurriedly tried to escape the confines of the small box. As soon as both of my feet hit the tile of the hallway I felt the same slender fingers from earlier grab my hand causing me to turn around and bring my attention back to Alison.

"I'd love to, Emily." She gave me a knowing smile- almost as if to apologize for teasing me. So she did know what she was doing… I wanted to chuckle at her antics. I knew I was in for a wild ride with this one. "Tonight sounds perfect." She continued. "I have a surgery that should only last a couple of hours, but I should be ready by seven?"

Her time was framed into a question when it didn't have to be. I'd have dinner with her at three A.M. if I needed to. My eyes fell to our hands when I noticed she was still holding onto mine. I turned my palm over to give hers a gentle squeeze back.

"It's a date." I confirmed with my biggest smile. She returned a toothy grin and chuckled as she squeezed my hand once more as if to say she was looking forward to it.

I heard someone loudly clearing their throat and realized we were standing in the middle of where the hallway and elevator met. I dropped Alison's hand and she waved at the nurse who cleared their throat before following me out of the elevator. We both avoided eye contact for a moment. Between the excited butterflies that were flying all around my stomach and the interruption of an intimate moment, I wasn't sure I could handle anything else for a few seconds.

"So!" She replaced the soft tone she had been speaking within the elevator to me with her more professional 'tour guide' voice. "This is the surgical floor." Her arms outstretched widely to display the large area where doctors were putting on surgical booties and entering what I assumed were scrub rooms. My medical knowledge was limited, but I've watched Grey's Anatomy long enough to know that I probably wasn't allowed down here.

Play it cool, Emily. I tried to soothe myself in order not to succumb to the anxiety that was starting to creep up. If you act like you're meant to be here no one will question it. I felt the shorter woman's eyes scan over me and I wondered if I had been caught. I heard her giggling and let my eyes fall to meet her glowing blue orbs. I could see that she thought something was funny.

"Don't worry, Emily. I didn't bring you here to trap you in an OR to have you all to myself." She chuckled as she gently squeezed my arm. The gesture was sweet and served to bring me back down to earth and out of my endless loop of thoughts. I actually didn't mind the thought of her having me all to herself…

"That's too bad." I shot back with a wink. I assumed since she accepted my offer of a date she wouldn't mind a little unabashed flirting. Her mouth shot open and she playfully swatted my arm where she had just squeezed.

"Dr. Fields!" She faked surprise before dropping the act and leading me to a door a little past the seating area where doctors were preparing for surgery. When she pushed it open it led to some stairs that were heading up and I assumed we would be going back to the hospital lobby. I let her lead- not for another view of her ass, but I couldn't deny that it was a perk of being the follower rather than the leader. We only made it up one flight of steps before I realized these stairs only led to a single door and there were no additional flights to carry us up further.

While I was a little confused, I did trust the blonde so I followed her as she entered the area behind the door. I looked right first and noticed two rows of seating. I chuckled to myself thinking it kind of resembled an OR gallery from Grey's. My inward chuckle was halted as I saw the big glass panes separating the room and the OR below us. I gasped when I saw someone on the table split open and surgeons with their hands inside of them.

"Oh my god!" I let out, my shock taking overall logical thinking. "What are they doing to him?!" I could feel that my eyebrows were furrowed deeply in concern and I only grew more concerned as I noticed the weird look the blonde was giving me at my reaction.

Fuck, Emily. I berated myself. She thinks you're a fucking neurosurgeon. Blood and guts should be an everyday thing for you. I swallowed heavily and tried to replace my concerned expression with a smile. It must have not fully worked as she led me to one of the chairs in the front row and helped me sit down. I assumed I looked how I felt- like I was about to faint- because I felt the blonde's right hand gently rest on my back and her left grasped on my own. Concern was evident on her face.

"Are you okay?" She questioned with absolutely no judgment, though I would not have been surprised if it was evident in her voice. Her voice was gentle, soothing, and only full of concern. I took a deep breath to center myself so I could play this off.

"Of course. I just don't think I've ever seen this procedure done before." That seemed to click with her and I felt a bit more calm knowing I may have been successful in excusing my strange behavior.

"Ah… I forgot." She chuckled, removing her right hand from my back. When I felt her left hand let go of mine I pouted a bit. Maybe I should have continued to act bothered... My thoughts were interrupted as Alison's right hand grabbed my hand that she had just left behind and she used her left hand to point towards the monitor that had a feed of what the surgeons were doing, but closer up, instead. "See that little thing they just pulled out?" she questioned as I saw something that looked squishy and red being placed into a metal bowl. I had to suppress a gag as I felt my stomach doing flips at the gruesome sight. When I noticed she was turned back to me I put a smile on my face to hide my disgust and nodded my head gently.

"That…" She smiled at me widely before turning back to the monitor. "Is the head of the pancreas. They're doing a pancreaticoduodenectomy." I did not understand a single thing she just said. Pancreat-i-what? Since when does a pancreas have a head? If I'm a head doctor, was I supposed to know that? My inner thoughts were quieted as she spoke again. "I only saw one or two in my residency. I didn't see more until my fellowship in peds. I wasn't assigned to general surgeon attendings much, either. It's also called a 'whipple'." my confusion mellowed a bit.

"Oh! Dr. Bailey does those." Alison looked at me slightly confused before a deep laugh erupted from her stomach. I couldn't help but laugh along as the girl seemed to be completely consumed by the joke I didn't realize I told.

"Like from Grey's Anatomy?" She questioned. I nodded my head smiling widely at how hard I was making her laugh. I made a mental note to try and do that at least once every time I saw her. Her laugh was infectious. Good thing we're in a hospital. I thought. I didn't have to hide my laughter at my silent joke from the blonde as she was still recovering from her outburst. She let go of my hand to wipe some tears from her eyes. "I haven't seen that show in forever- but, yes...Dr. Bailey does do those." A few more soft chuckles escaped from her lips.

"It's been years since I had to look at a patient's guts. I do brains you know…" I said lightly to hopefully redeem myself. She turned her body towards me, forgetting about what was happening in the OR below us.

"I do know." She said and smiled. "You must be really good for Dr. Hastings to request your help with a patient." I gave a shy smile and shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to start discussing my credentials before I had even had time to make up imaginary ones. I decided to just go with some truth as to why we could be working together.

"Spencer and I go way back. We went to high school together." I began. She seemed to be fascinated by this information and I could tell I had her full attention.

"No way!" She exclaimed. "You have to tell me what she was like in high school." She wasn't begging for information, but I could tell that she would find a way to ask again if I didn't indulge her. Plus, it was good to stay in territory that didn't involve me having to lie.

"If you know Spencer now, you knew Spencer then." I giggled. "She has not changed one bit." I said matter-of-factly then offered her more information. "Well...except for the bangs. She did not have those back then."

"You will have to show me pictures sometime." She asserted. I was all too excited to share the Spencer I knew with Alison and began to pull my phone out when a loud beeping rang through the air. The blonde loudly groaned before grabbing the small black box that was clipped to her waistband.

"Shit." She mumbled springing up quickly. "I'm being paged 911." She looked at me apologetically and I waved her off. It probably appeared as though I completely understood. I did not. However, thankfully my friendship with Spencer and the doctors of Grey's Anatomy meant that I could easily empathize. Her eyes watched me tuck my phone back into my pocket and she seemed a bit sad as she looked between me and the door. "Maybe on our second date?" She inquired and I laughed out loud.

"We haven't even had our first!" I said through giggles.

"Well, I'm betting on our future, Dr. Fields." I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks as I smiled at the shorter woman.

"Fine." I said matter-of-factly. "I'll show you the pictures at our wedding." I teased and Alison laughed loudly. God that laugh! Her blue eyes were absolutely shining and I could tell that her laugh was genuine.

"I suppose I will settle for seeing the pictures when I have your babies." She said before continuing to laugh. I joined in and rolled my eyes.

"Go!" I shooed her with my hands. One of her patients was probably out there dying and she was standing here flirting with me. She faked disdain as her mouth fell open.

"Dr. Fields, that is no way to talk to your future wife and baby mama." She scolded before breaking down back into giggles. The joke was quickly halted when her pager beeped loudly- ripping through the air again. She threw her head back and yelled towards the sky. "Fine! I'm coming." She turned to leave the room, but not before looking back at me.

"Seven right? I'll meet you in the lobby?" I nodded my head before sending her off with a laugh:

"Our first date is at seven, yes. The wedding is at eight and then the baby-making starts right after. I'd come prepared if I were you." I said as seriously as I could. Her long locks fell further down her back as she tossed her head back in one last laugh. Her eyes met mine again and I couldn't help but break my seriousness and smile.

"I'll see you soon, Emily." And with that, she was out of the door. I heard her pager beeping again before the door fully shut and heard her yell out: "I'm coming damnit!" as her feet hit the ground faster. I'm assuming she took off running.

I giggled a bit at the blonde's frustration. She was so adorable. I couldn't help but continue to grin at our antics. My smile fell a little when I thought of our jokes about the future. While I know it was in jest, I was worried about the prospect of a forever. Would I be able to give her what she wanted?

Woah, Emily. I reigned myself in. Let's just see how the first date goes.

I needed something to distract me so my thoughts wouldn't go any further. I peaked at the monitor showing the surgery and this time I did gag as something else was pulled from the patient's body and dropped into a metal bowl. I grimaced a bit as I willed myself to look away. It was not incredibly hard to do as I was starting to feel sick to my stomach.

I leaned forward to stand up, putting both of my hands on my knees and pushing myself up against gravity. However, once I stood up I realized I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I looked right and left for any kind of directional sign, but couldn't locate anything. I blew some air through my lips as I tried to rack my brain for any memory of how Alison got me here. After only a few seconds I gave up and sat back down. I pulled out my phone and texted Spencer:

"Hey...can you come get me? I'm lost. -Em" I sat my phone down and tapped my foot anxiously against the ground. It wasn't long before I heard it chime.

"Lost?! Where is Dr. D? -S" I could almost hear Spencer incredulously yelling through the phone. I was just lucky she wasn't with a patient and got back to me so quickly.

"She got paged 911. I'm in an OR gallery. -Em" My fingers tapped my screen hurriedly. Spencer was missing the point.

"An OR gallery? Em, WTF? Which OR? I'll be right there. -S" Most likely, I was about to get into big trouble. I could already feel Spencer's anger and she was nowhere near me.

I again looked around for any distinguishing information that could help me. Not seeing any numbers anywhere I grimaced as I knew Spencer would have some choice words for me after my next message: a single 'shrug' emoji.

Hopefully, she found me in the next few minutes. I wanted to go home and get changed for my date. When I remembered that there was a date to get ready for, I smiled so widely that my cheeks almost pushed my eyes closed. I realized that the woman who I was going on this date with got in the last word earlier- so I responded back to her out loud even though no one could hear me.

"I'll see you soon, Alison."

Author's Note: Their first date is coming! Please let me know what you think- any feedback is welcome. I felt inspired to write this so quickly because of the reviews I've been getting- I love hearing from you all! :) As always- Emison is endgame!