Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a prompt of Alison and Emily coming home to find the twins dressed their little brother as Stitch?

Night Out

It was their first night out in months. It should have been a grand celebration, a time to let loose. Emily DiLaurentis-Fields had planned the quiet intimate night for her wife, the mother of her three children. First they had taken a moonlit walk together, connecting, just the two of them without the constant interruption of their daughters and baby boy. The quiet was almost unnerving. They weren't used to not having kids around.

After their walk they had taken a canoe ride under the stars. And to top off the night Emily had secured a spot at one of the town's hottest restaurants that usually required a two week waiting period to get in. Afterwards she had a few more things planned. The whole night was supposed to be relaxing. But she noticed that Alison seemed anything but relaxed.

Alison was holding her tension in her shoulders. The blonde mama bear had a reason to be nervous. It was the twins first time alone with their baby brother. They were and responsible. Well, Lily was responsible. But even so, Alison found her mind littered with questions. Had they made sure all of the toxic cleaning supplies were locked up? Did Lily and Grace know the number to poison control? Had they locked all the doors and windows? Did the girls know where the fire extinguisher was in case of an emergency? What if the baby put something in his mouth and choked on it? Were all the scissors put away? Were all the electrical outlets covered? What if their son got scared and wanted his mommies? What if he needed something and they weren't there?

Everything that could possibly go wrong was going on through her head. Fires, floods, the end of the earth. The pensive look on her face coupled with the fact that she had twirled a huge lump of pasta on to her fork and was still mindlessly spinning the utensil gave her away.

"Alison, they're fine." Emily put her hand on top of Alison's, stilling her motions. "The girls watch him all the time when we're home. And Aria promised to look in on them from time to time."

"I know." Alison sighed. "It's just…" She paused, her lips pursed.

"You miss them." Emily smiled softly.

Alison nodded, shying away, like she was embarrassed to admit she had become one of those helicopter moms. Emily curled her fingers into Alison's palm.

"I miss them, too." She squeezed Alison's hand. Not having their son with them made her feel a longing emptiness. But she knew her daughters were taking care of him.

"What do you think they're doing right now?" Alison asked.

Emily glanced at her watch. If she knew her daughters they were up to no good. They were probably drawing all over their little brother's face and gluing fake eyebrows on him and feeding him a bunch of sugar so they could watch him toddle around on a sugar high with a bucket on his head.

"They're probably reading him a bedtime story." Emily tried to keep a straight face. She didn't want to give Alison any other ideas of what could go wrong.

"We should call them to check in." Alison bit down on her lip.

"Sweetie, relax." Emily rubbed Alison's hand. "He's a tough kid. He can handle a few hours with his big sisters. We made him durable." She assured her. "Remember when he started walking?"

"My back still hurts from squatting down and following him around everywhere." Alison nodded with a quiet laugh. She'd referred to that time as "The Hunchback phase" because she spent all of her time hunched over him.

"And do you remember what happened when he fell and hit his head on the coffee table?" Emily asked.

"Besides my heart attack?" Alison asked sarcastically.

If Emily was trying to make her feel better about leaving their baby alone she was not succeeding.

"He got right back up and kept going. He didn't shed one tear. And do you remember why?"

Alison stopped to think about it. Once her heavy fear and her panic had subsided that day she had seen something beautiful.

"Because Lily and Grace were right there to encourage him to get back up and try again." Alison spoke fondly of her daughters.

"They're good girls. They'll take care of him."

"Yeah." Alison rolled her palm up to meet Emily's hand on top of hers. She smiled at her.

She wordlessly slipped her hand away from Emily's and then went back to her dinner. Emily watched her for a few minutes. The blonde seemed more at ease, but her thoughts were still distant. Her gaze was on her food, but her mind was on their son. Alison noticed that Emily had stopped eating. She glanced up at her.

"Everything okay?" Alison asked.

"Let's go home." Emily reached down and pulled her napkin away from her lap. She put it on the table.

"Really?" Alison's face lit up. Her excitement wavered for a second. "Oh, but Em, you planned this whole night…"

"The goal of this night was to make you happy," Emily said, knowing that nothing on earth would make her wife happier than seeing their son before he went to bed. "Let's go see our babies. I know they make you smile."

"This is why I love you so much." Alison leaned over the table and kissed her. Her wife knew her so well.

Emily paid the check and then drove home. Alison watched the clock the whole time, wondering if they would make it home before their son fell asleep. Alison had worked herself up so much that she expected a loud chaotic scene with lots of screaming and things on fire when she walked through the door. Instead, they walked into the living room to find a few floor puzzles laid out, a coloring book and crayons sitting on the table, and the TV on low volume.

Their daughters were curled up on the couch with their baby brother. Grace was on one end, her head against the crook of the couch and her feet stretched out over the ottoman. Lily was on the other end, her feet plopped on top of Grace's legs. They were both asleep. Their little brother was sandwiched between them leaning against Lily, his cheek resting against her side. His bright alert eyes were full of excitement over seeing his moms.

He climbed down off of the couch, pulling what looked to be a blue blanket down with him. When his feet touched the floor they saw that it wasn't a blanket he had wrapped around his body. The blue hood over his head had bright pink ears outlined by blue wool. The onesie costume was covering his entire body from head to toe.

"Hi, baby." Alison said softly as he wobbled on his feet to get over to his moms.

"Did you tire your sisters out?" Emily chuckled.

"Sissies sleeping." He put his chubby little finger against his lips and shushed his moms. He stopped at Alison's feet and looked up at her. "Hi, Mama."

Alison thought her heart might melt at the sight of him. The only thing she could see around the face of his costume were his eyes and his smile. His rosy red cheeks puffed out when he grinned up at his mothers.

"Aw, look at you all dressed up like a…blue little koala." Alison kneeled down and picked him up. He kissed her nose, full open mouth, licking her with his tongue, because he was still learning how to kiss.

"Please tell me you're joking. You don't know who he is supposed to be?" Emily raised a single brow at Alison.

"He's mama's little koala bear." Alison nuzzled his face with her nose. She didn't care that he'd slobbered all over her. He giggled.

"He's Stitch. From Lilo and Stitch." Emily laughed.

"I never saw that one."

"You what? I'm contacting a divorce attorney. I don't even know who you are." Emily teased her.

"Hi, mommy." He reached for Emily. Alison leaned over so he could hug Emily's neck. He curled his neck and pushed against Emily's shoulder.

"Hi, sweet boy." Emily kissed the top of his soft head.

He pulled up and looked at Emily and then back at Alison. He looked at his sleeping sisters on the couch. He started squirming in Alison's arms.

"Down, mama." He demanded.

Alison put him down and he turned away from them. He took a few steps and started to stumble, but put his hands out on the ground before he hit the floor. His butt was up in the air, a little lump for a tail sticking straight up as he moved forward. He got back to his feet and then walked back over to the couch. He reached up and put his hands against Lily's thigh and shook her.

"Wiwo." He curled his little fingers against her pants and tugged on them. It took Alison and Emily a minute to realize he was trying to say "Lilo." Not Lily, but Lilo.

"Hmm? What's wrong, buddy?" Lily yawned. She opened her eyes and stretched.

"Mommies home." He climbed up on the couch, jostling Grace awake as well.

The girls both turned and faced their mothers. Lily and Grace looked at one another nervously. Had they really dozed off when they were supposed to be keeping an eye on their little brother?

"Grace, you fell asleep?" Lily was quick to throw her sister under the bus.

"I thought you were watching him!" Grace frowned.

Emily and Alison looked at one another, amused. They decided to let the girls sweat it out for a little bit.

"We…um…" Lily chuckled nervously, pulling her brother into her lap. "Smile, wave, be cute." She whispered to him.

He giggled. Alison and Emily still didn't say anything.

"Okay, admittedly this looks bad." Grace smiled nervously.

"Nothing is on fire. Your brother is still alive." Emily walked over to the girls. She squeezed on to the couch between them. "I think we can call this one a win."

Grace and Lily breathed a sigh of relief.

"What have you party animals been up to tonight?" Alison pushed her way in next to Emily.

"Oh, you know. Keg stands. Beer pong. Drugs and rock and roll. The norm." Lily leaned in and snorted against her little brother's cheek to make him laugh.

He squealed out a string of giggles. All of the girls smiled.

"Do you like his outfit?" Grace questioned. "We've been saving it for a special occasion. We thought tonight was fitting since it was all about family time. The Lilo and Stitch way."

"Your mother doesn't know who Lilo and Stitch are." Emily smiled crookedly at Alison.

Grace looked at Alison. Her jaw dropped.

"I will disown you, mother."

"I'm offended." Lily added, looking at the toddler on her lap. "Tell mom what we learned tonight, little man."

"Ohana," he said, crawling into Emily's lap. He looked up at Alison.

"It means family." Grace clarified. She leaned over and took her brother's hands, moving them up and down, making him laugh. "And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten, right?"

"Ohana!" He exclaimed a little more enthusiastically. He bounced in Emily's lap, glancing back at Lily, then looking at Grace. "I love you sissies and mommies."

"We love you, too, Sammy." Grace leaned across Alison's lap and placed a kiss on her little brother's forehead.

The day Samuel Wayne DiLaurentis-Fields had been born he had stolen every single one of their hearts. He was so loved. And he knew it.

Emily and Alison glanced at one another, their hearts completely full. Alison leaned in and placed a kiss on Emily's lips. She mouthed a silent "I love you" to her wife. She was so thankful they were sharing this moment. All Emily had wanted to do was make this night special for Alison. It turns out, everything they needed to make it special was right at home.