A/N: Aww, your reviews keep me thriving. I was very nervous about sharing the previous prompt, because I know it's a hard-hitting one. It's probably the darkest of my prompts. Right now I've mostly just got the rest of my Emison family fun prompts to move over from tumblr. I think for the most part these prompts follow a storyline, though this was not an intended story. The asks were from many different dates and they're out of order on tumblr. It's just my anal-retentive nature trying to keep things in order. Also, the AU fetus Emison fic is coming very soon. Believe it or not the only thing holding me back right now is arguing with myself about the title.

Prompt: I have an emison prompt: Alison and Emily finding out they are having a baby the second time around Alison is pregnant. And they have a bet on what they are having.

Bet

Emily's eyes were closed in concentration. She delicately massaged her fingers against her wife's exposed skin. Alison reached down and tucked her fingers underneath Emily's chin, drawing her wife's attention away from her little protruding baby bump and up to her face.

Alison couldn't help but smile at Emily's dedication to making sure her pregnancy was as stress-free and relaxing as possible. That's how they'd ended up snuggled on the couch, Emily talking to their growing little one. Emily had become very enamored in her conversation with their unborn baby while she was trying to determine the sex. Emily rubbed her palm over Alison's belly and focused in on it in deep concentration.

"It's a baby, Em. Not a magic 8-ball." Alison laughed.

"I know." Emily rubbed her belly again with a smile. She pressed her lips against Alison's exposed skin right below the midriff on her shirt. "Talk to me, little nugget."

"Again, a baby. Not gonna talk…" She was cut off when she felt movement, a kick.

Emily smiled and looked up at Alison.

"You were saying?"

"That was just a coincidence."

"Oh, really?" Emily lifted her brow. "Kick your mommy's bladder if you can hear me."

"That's not funny, Emily. I already practically pee myself every fifteen minutes as it is…"

"She loves you despite her complaining." Emily assured the little fetus.

Alison felt movement, a reaction to Emily's voice. Alison couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, real important question here, peanut." Emily spoke soothingly. "No pressure."

"You are ridiculous." Alison laughed.

"Maybe. But my methods work. I have a sixth sense for this."

"If that's true why didn't you know we were having twins the last time?" She motioned to their twelve-year-old girls sitting across the living room playing a video game.

"Shh, I'm doing important work here." Emily shushed her jokingly. "Okay, baby." Emily addressed Alison's stomach again. "Now, are you a little girl…"

She waited a few seconds. No motion. No movement. No kick.

"So, you're a baby boy, then?"

Unbelievably, there was a kick.

"Fool-proof Fields method." Emily nodded. "My dad did it when my mom was pregnant with me, and he was right. So I'm casting my ballot. My vote is baby boy." Emily grinned, rubbing Alison's stomach. "My little man."

"God, if he is a boy he's totally screwed. As if his mommies aren't hormonal enough, he's going to have to contend with two moody teenage sisters."

"You guys know we can hear you, right?" Grace looked up from the TV, a video game controller in her hand.

"Ha! Suck it, Grace!" Lily took the opportunity to edge Grace out of the game they were playing.

"Hey, no fair. I paused it for a reason…"

"Yeah, because you're a sucker." Lily grinned.

"Moms, she's being mean to me…"

"She's gloating. There's a difference." Emily shrugged.

"Punish her for gloating." Grace demanded.

"Not my fault that you can't beat me."

Grace's cheeks flushed red in anger. It wasn't uncommon for them to fight every day, sometimes three to four times a day, about who was better at what. Grace hated to lose. When she was a toddler she'd throw tantrums. Lily had beat her at Candyland once and Grace had yanked on her hair and stabbed her with a game piece. Everything was a competition with the two of them.

"Pay up, loser." Lily flipped her hand over, palm up. She gestured slightly with her fingers curling towards her body.

Grace looked at her mothers and then at her sister, an idea suddenly coming to mind. She'd heard all the adults talking about whether her moms were going to be having a boy or a girl. They had even taken it as far as placing bets on it. Grace decided she wanted in on the action.

"How about another game?" Grace asked.

"Come on, I've already beat you three times. You really want to keep embarrassing yourself?"

"No. A different one. And the odds are 50-50. Gives us both a fair shot. But it's a long game."

"I'm listening." Lily was intrigued.

"So you're in?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Let's take this pot and add a buy in of ten bucks for the new game. Fixed odds. Double or nothing," Grace said.

"Who the hell taught you gambling terms?" Alison frowned.

Grace's and Lily's eyes both flickered towards Emily. Emily glared back at them for throwing her under the bus.

"Did you teach our children to gamble?" Alison exclaimed.

"Teach is kind of a strong word. They may have stayed up late with me and the girls for a few poker nights."

Alison's jaw dropped, but it had nothing to do with teaching their children how to gamble. She was upset for another reason.

"You play poker without me?"

"Baby, you know I love you, but you give away too much with your tells."

The most ironic thing about Alison being one of the biggest liars in Rosewood when she was a kid was the fact that now that she was grown, she couldn't bluff for shit anymore, especially not when she was pregnant and emotional.

"That shouldn't matter." Alison sulked. "We're supposed to be in this marriage together. Through better or worse, through wins and losses…"

"I won two grand the last time I played without you." Emily interrupted her.

"Shutting up." Alison nodded.

"So, girls, you want in on the action of the baby pool?" Emily smiled at her twins.

They were just as mischievous and devious as she and Alison had been when they were younger.

"Yeah." They replied in sync.

"I dunno. What do you think, Alison?" Emily asked with a teasing smile on her face.

"I think I gave birth to two suckers and it's mean to let them practically give us their money." Alison joked. "But they've got to learn somehow. Better at home than at the tracks."

"So you'll let us play?" Lily smiled in excitement.

Emily nodded.

"There are three polls going, but only two big ones. The first is whether it's a boy or a girl. And the second is the day you think your mom is going to give birth."

"What's the third one?" Grace asked curiously.

Emily looked at Alison in amusement. Alison glared at her, warning her not to tell the girls.

"How many times your mother swears in the delivery room."

"Ohhh, I definitely want in on that one. If it's anything like her road rage, I could clean up with my winnings of that one." Lily smiled.

"You're grounded until you're thirty-five." Alison scowled at her eldest daughter.

After a few seconds a smile spread across her face and the two of them laughed.

Lily stood up and walked over to her moms. She looked over Alison's stomach as if it was a difficult word problem that needed to be solved. She flipped her tongue in between her teeth and tried to decide. Ever the scientist, she was looking for any factor that could steer her in the right direction. Also, gambling with her sister was serious business. She had to win.

"When you were pregnant with us did your belly stick up or hang low?"

Alison looked at Emily, and though she couldn't say what she was thinking, Emily picked up on her train of thought,

She makes it sound like a dick.

Then again, maybe that was the point. Maybe it was part of her scientific process. Or maybe her mommies just had filthy minds.

"I carried mostly in the middle with you girls. I started showing pretty early, but then again there were two of you."

"Aunt Hanna suggested that it's going to be twins again." Grace smirked.

"You're not allowed to hang out with your Aunt Hanna anymore," Alison said dryly.

God help them if they ended up with another set of twins. They loved Lily and Grace, but they couldn't do two babies again. Not on top of the surly kids they already had.

Lily took her mom's answer into account and then her face tightened in concentration. She looked a lot like Emily when she was trying to mentally work something out.

"What kind of cravings did you get with us?" Lily glanced at their half-eaten dinner on the coffee table.

"Sweet. Always sweet. I ate entire box of chocolates on Halloween." Then she'd promptly puked. "I also had a thing for dill pickle chips."

"Yeah, and always at like two in the morning." Emily scoffed.

"So you're the reason I love pickles." Grace nodded.

"Were there any smells that made you nauseous?" Lily asked.

"Coffee."

"So basically you couldn't hang out with Aunt Spencer at all." Lily laughed. "Anything else?"

"Pine needles."

"Oh, yeah." Emily nodded. "Christmas was hell for you."

Alison had insisted on letting Emily decorate a real tree even though it made her sick to her stomach. She knew how much Emily loved Christmas.

"Was there anything…"

"For God's sake, Lily, just bet already!" Grace exclaimed impatiently.

Lily looked at Grace with a snooty expression.

"I think mom is right." Lily looked at Emily. "I think it's a boy."

"And how did you scientifically conclude that?" Grace snorted.

"Simple." She walked over to her sister and plopped down next to her with a smile. "Mom is always right."

Emily grinned. Alison hit her for gloating.

"Well, I think it's a girl." Grace disagreed.

"Why?"

"I don't have to tell you my methods."

"You're just saying it's a girl because I think it's a boy."

"No, I'm agreeing with mom." She pointed to Alison. "She said the other day that the baby was bitching at her. Girls do that."

"You curse in front of our children?" Emily looked at Alison with a smile on her face. "And you give me crap for letting them play poker."

"Ah ha! You do let them play!" Alison pointed an accusatory finger at Emily.

Emily reached over and pinched Alison's side where she was ticklish and she almost leaped off of the couch. Alison glared at her, but then laughed. Grace and Lily glanced at one another and rolled their eyes, because their moms were like so totally ridiculously mushy.

They went back to trash talking one another over their video game while Emily and Alison watched. They didn't have much else to do but wait. Because the new game they were playing was a long game. They had another three weeks before they knew whether they were going to have a baby brother or a baby sister.