Authors Note:

Thank you all for your reviews. Every single one is important to me.

This story obviously contains Hanna. The other people we'll see include Cece, Noel, Jason, Pam, Aria, Ezra and Caleb...unfortunately Spence didn't make it into this one.

Also...I've had a busy week so I haven't kept to my update schedule.

To make up for this I'm posting the next chapter sooner than usual.

Chapter Five

Tuesday

Emily wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as the music thumped in her ears. The pretty blonde she was keeping company with gave her a sultry smile, shimmying her hips to the music.

"I'm uh...going to get a drink. Do you want one...uh?"

"Hayden," The blonde smirked, "My name is Hayden and yeah, sure."

"Alright, Babe," Emily slurred, sending the blonde a wink before making her way over to the bar.

"Who's the honey?" Dani raised an eyebrow towards the blonde, appearing next to Emily.

"Dunno," Emily shrugged, "But I'm going home with her."

Wednesday

Alison was grumpy all day. She couldn't focus on work, the students she taught English to noticed. She couldn't focus at home, thankfully Elliott didn't notice...or didn't care. Hanna was blowing up her phone with messages she was definitely not responding to. Cece called a few times but she didn't feel like lying to her and she didn't feel like telling her the truth either. The only person she could bare to respond to was her brother Jason, who texted her only to ask if she'd heard from their father. Which she hadn't.

Thursday

Emily found herself sitting in the loft all day under a fluffy blanket, feeling sorry for herself. She was hungover, tired and didn't feel like talking. Dani got it, Dani always got it and stayed away but Jon didn't. He kept coming up to check on her and trying to make her laugh. In the end she had to text Dani to distract him. She didn't get up for the rest of the day. She just watched Netflix and ate ice cream, she didn't even work at the bar that night.

Friday

"Ali D, are you avoiding me?"

Alison looked up from her lunch to see Cece leaning against the door of her office. A smile lingering on the blondes face as she raised a teasing eyebrow. The air of coolness surrounding her as always.

"No," Alison rolled her eyes, "Why are you at my work place?"

"Well when my little one decides to ignore my calls then I gotta check in!" Cece sat down opposite Ali and stealing one of her fries.

"Make yourself at home why don't you," Alison huffed, shifting in her seet.

"I will thanks," Cece threw her a wink, "Now...what's going on?"

"I...I can't tell you here. I'll tell you later," Alison swatted at Cece's insistent hand, "But only if your bring Chinese to my house. I'd kill for sweet and sour sauce right now."

"Alright bossy."

Saturday

Emily flew out to her Mom's for the weekend to take her mind off things. Her Mom always knew how to help and since her father passed away she always felt like her Mom was a little lonely. It felt good to spend some time with her. She did take comfort in her Mom dragging her to all of the so called 'clubs' she was involved in. In Emily's eyes a club was where you went at night to drink and dance and hook up. But apparently Pam's version involved flower arrangements and needle point. Still, at least her Mom was keeping busy and enjoying her retirement.

Sunday

"Alison?"

Alison glanced up, when she saw the voice belonged to Elliott her smile faltered, "You're home early-"

"I needed to do some paperwork," Elliott explained to her, stepping further into the study, "You've been quiet."

"I-"

"It wasn't a question. Just an observation."

"Right," Alison gave him a curt nod, eyes flickering between the book she was reading and Elliott.

"I'm worried about you."

"I...uh," Alison got up, shoving her open book on the coffee table and backing out of the room, "I need to go meet Hanna-"

"Alison," Elliott pleaded, making the blonde falter for a second, "Please stay home tonight".

"I'll order you some take-out," Alison hurried out the door.

Monday

There was a massive bar fight, glasses were getting smashed left, right and centre. It was Jon's fault, getting into a fight with some dude that was disrespecting Dani. Emily and Dani were both use to getting hit on at work, they did own a bar after all so there was bound to be drunk men that didn't remember their boundaries. Yet one guy slap's Dani's ass and made some stupid comment about the 'junk in her trunk' and Jon decided to get himself into one of the worst bar fights they'd ever seen.

Tuesday

"If I'm pregnant...if I keep it then I'd have to leave Elliott."

"Yeah...I guess you would but maybe that would be for the best?"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it. Maybe this was meant to be...there's like a not even one in a billion chance of anyone getting accidentally inseminated right? And the chance's of an insemination taking are like...what did you say? Twenty percent?"

"Yeah?"

"Well then, if you are pregnant it'd kinda be like fate right?"

"Oh shut up Jason."

Wednesday

Jon's birthday bash was brilliant, they'd partied all day and ended up almost too drunk to unlock the door. The party continued in the loft for their closest friends. Somehow Dani and Emily found each other as the night went on, smashing their lips together in the privacy of the bathroom and later ending up in bed. It happened every now and then when they were too drunk to remember.

Thursday

Alison woke up and immediately rushed to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach until she ended up dry heaving. She cursed herself, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. This donor would be fucking sorry. She didn't even care that the porcelain bowl was touching her, at this point she was just so glad that it was cooling her hot skin.

Friday

"Jon!" Emily grinned, jumping on her best boy-friend when he entered the bar, catching him in a faux head lock.

"Hey, E, how's my favourite brunette doing?" He chuckled, ruffling her hair, much to the brunette's dismay.

"You know, we're busy," Emily said, gesturing around the bar, "Anyway, where the fuck have you been? I haven't seen you since your birthday!"

"Yeah...about that-hey didn't you and Dani end up in bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't change the subject!" Emily smacked his arm.

"Alright!" Jon rubbed the sore spot, "I kind of...went home with Demi."

"Demi who?" Emily questioned, "Wait! Not Dani's twin sister?"

Jon rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish.

"You are such a dick!" Emily shook her head, "Dani is going to fucking kill you!"

Saturday

"Ugh," Alison grumbles, plonking next to Hanna and resting her head on the other blondes shoulder.

"Well you look like shit," Hanna snorted out a laugh.

"You know, whenever I feel bad about myself I just think," Alison pursed her lips, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I can always count on my good friend, Hanna to pick me up and make me feel better about myself."

"It may not be nice but it's the truth," Hanna smiled, sending Alison a wink.

"Well what would you look like if you'd been puking for the last hour?" Alison snapped.

"You think you're pregnant don't you?" Hanna asked, a serious tone taking over her voice.

"Hm...either that or I've suddenly become unable to keep any food down for no apparent reason," Alison rolled her eyes.

Sunday

"Are you ready for tomorrow, Sweet Pea?"

Emily took a deep breath, staring out into the ocean with the wind in her hair, "Yeah...No. I think so...I mean I don't know."

"Those are all the possible answers, would you like to pick one?"

Emily laughed, "I'm kind of...excited. But also really nervous."

"That sounds more reasonable. Have you made any decisions if she is pregnant?"

"I want the baby, if there is a baby."

"It's good to know what you want. Just remember to be nice to that woman if you do meet her."

"I will, Mom, of course I will."

Monday

"This is it," Hanna grabbed Alison's hand, trying to calm her friend down.

"Alright, shall we see what's going on?" Dr Scott asked, giving the blondes a tight smile.

"Just get it over with now," Alison snapped.

"Sorry," Dr Scott picked up a white strip of paper and the cup of Alison's pee, "Pink means pregnant."

Alison and Hanna held their breaths while they watched the stick being pulled out of the cup. Hanna's mouth feel open while Alison's face clouded into anger when they saw the undoubtedly pink stick.

"Congratulations, Babe," Hanna whispered, nudging Alison gently with her shoulder.

"You're pregnant, Miss DiLaurentis."

"Hey," Hanna turned the other blonde, "At least you can tell Elliot that you're definitely fertile."

"Hanna!"

Please R&R