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Chapter Thirteen
"I got here as quick as I could," Emily said as soon as Hanna opened the front door.
"Finally," Hanna rolled her eyes, leading her into the living room, "She's being a pain in the ass."
"You shouldn't of come," Alison hissed from the couch.
"Ignore Mrs Grumpy, she's decided that since she's on bed rest she's going to put her extra energy into running that pretty mouth of hers," Hanna collapsed onto the love seat.
"It is rather pretty," Emily said, watching a rather dishevelled looking Alison rolling her eyes, "Are you okay, Ali?"
"No," The blonde spat, "Obviously not, idiot."
"Told you!" Hanna shrugged.
Emily dis-guarded her duffel bag and sat by Alison's legs, "What did the doctor say?"
Alison narrowed her eyes, "For you to go fuck yourself."
"Jesus, Ali, take a chill pill," Hanna groaned.
Alison turned to Hanna with a face like thunder, "I can't take any pills because I'm pregnant Hanna! But thanks for the reminder!"
Hanna rolled her eyes, "The doctor said she needs to rest for the weekend," She explained, "He said it was perfectly normal but he thinks it's stress related so he put a ban on it."
"A stress ban?" Emily raised her eyebrows, "Has he met her?"
"I know right!"
"I can fucking hear you morons you know?" Alison growled.
"Have you stopped bleeding?" Emily asked gently.
"I don't think my vagina is any of your business, Emily," The blonde scoffed.
"Your vagina is one hundred percent my business, Alison," Emily mocked.
"She has to go back on Monday if she hasn't stopped," Hanna filled Emily in.
"It's a good thing Cece went with her or I wouldn't know anything."
"It's a good thing I haven't kicked the pair of you out of my fucking house!" Alison hissed.
"How are you going to do that while you're on bed rest?" Hanna challenged.
"Do not underestimate me Hanna Marin!"
"Am I going to have to ban you from the house for agitating her?" Emily grinned at Hanna.
"You shouldn't of come Em-"
"Ali," Emily interrupted, "This is it, I'm not leaving again."
"What?" Alison's eyes widened.
"I'll get my stuff shipped here or something because I'm not leaving you again," She rested her hand on the blondes thigh, "Is that okay?"
Alison just stared at her, nodding dumbly.
From her place in the kitchen Emily could see Alison and Hanna on the couch. Alison was lying on her back with her head on Hanna's arm who was on her side pressed between Alison and the back of the couch. She watched Hanna grabbing the hem of Alison's pyjama shirt with her free hand, tugging the materiel up until it was under Alison's breasts.
Emily ran her eyes appreciatively over the newly exposed skin before Hanna moved her hand to Alison's stomach, just below her naval. Emily couldn't help but wish that she herself had reached that level of intimacy with Alison.
"Em!" Hanna shouted, Emily leaned on the counter.
"Yeah?"
"Your baby is hungry," Hanna laughed, earning an eyebrow raise from the brunette.
Alison made eye contact with Emily, a small smile on her face, "So is your baby mama."
Emily's heart fluttered, those ever present dimples made her weak at the knees, "What can I make you?"
"Anything will be an improvement from Ali's cooking," Hanna pulled a face.
Alison pouted, "I like pancakes."
"Coming right up," Emily smiled.
Ten minutes later Emily was sitting on the coffee table while Alison ate her pancakes.
"How are they?"
"So good," Alison moaned in delight. The noise making Emily's mouth dry. Alison's fork paused on the way to her mouth, her face falling.
"What is it?" Emily frowned.
"Your fucking baby doesn't like pancakes!" Alison shoved her plate towards the brunette and bolted into the bathroom. Hanna and Emily looked at each other, they heard a muttered "Fucking traitor," followed by heaving.
Hanna's lips pulled back in disgust, "It's your turn."
"Why?"
"It's your baby!" Hanna raised her hands.
"Yes, it is," Emily grinned, striding into the bathroom to take care of her baby mama and their traitor baby.
"No."
"Al-"
"No."
"Miss DiLa-"
"No!"
Emily looked between Alison and the ultrasound screen, "Ali-"
"Emily."
"Come on it's-"
"No, I am not doing this!"
"I'm not sure you can choose-"
"No."
"I am not having twins, Emily Fields," Alison spat, her jaw clenched and her eye narrowed.
For a second Emily got caught up staring. Alison was utterly beautiful and there was no doubt that when she was angry she was just plain sexy. Emily's eyes ran over the little crease in between Alison's eyebrows and pouty lips, heat shot to her core and she knew she needed to rein herself in, she swallowed thickly, tearing her eyes away from those baby blues.
"We'll talk about this later," Emily cleared her throat and turned to the doctor, "Sorry about this, she's temperamental. Are they healthy?"
"Yes, very healthy. One baby looks a little smaller but that's normal."
"Can you tell the sex?" Emily asked eagerly.
"I'm afraid it's a little early for that. Come back when she's eighteen to twenty weeks and we should be able to tell."
"Thank you," Emily smiled, squeezing Alison's hand when she saw the blonde about to open her mouth again. She knew the only thing that would come out was some snarky remark.
"Would you like photos?"
"Yes please," The brunette grinned.
Sure two babies would be difficult, harder than one but Emily already loved them both with all her heart. She'd do everything in her power to make sure her children were always happy and healthy. She's also do everything in her power to make sure her temperamental baby mama was always happy and healthy too, she thought to herself with a little smile gracing her lips.
"Hey," Emily breezed into the kitchen, her eyes falling to Alison's ass as the blonde bent over her bag.
"Hi," Alison glanced at her.
Emily grabbed a cup of coffee, glancing at Alison when she grabbed a cereal bar, "Is that your breakfast?"
"Yeah," Alison nodded, shoving the offending item into her bag, "I'm pretty late today."
"That's not real food," Emily frowned, "Give me five minutes and I'll make you something."
Alison rolled her eyes, "I said I can't. I'm late."
Breakfast was forgotten when Emily saw the unopened vitamins that the doctor had prescribed to her a week before , "Ali-"
"Uh sorry," Alison cut her off, "I keep forgetting to take those."
A look of anger crossed Emily's face, "They're important!"
"I know and I'll take them, I just keep forgetting."
"Alright well set an alarm on your phone and while you're at it one for breakfast too," Emily snapped.
"Grumpy much?" Alison pulled a face.
"No, I'm not grumpy," The word bitterly left the brunette's lips, "I just can't believe you're flaking out on me!"
"What?" Alison frowned.
"It's like you're not taking this seriously."
"Get a grip," Alison scoffed, "They're just vitamins."
"It's not about the vitamins, okay?" Emily hissed, "I just want to know you're committed to this."
Alison stepped towards the brunette, grabbing the vitamins from Emily's hand and shoving one into her mouth, "Happy?" She chewed angrily, "Look I knew pregnancy came with some crazy erratic mood swings, I just didn't think they'd be yours!"
"Ali, I'm sorry..." Emily said softly but the blonde was already out the door.
"Hello?"
Alison bit her lip nervously, she didn't know what drove her to do this, "Hi."
"Who's calling?"
"Sorry...I should have said. It's, uh, Alison."
"Alison! How are you honey? Tell me everything!" Pam's enthusiasm calmed Alison down a little.
"It's, um, okay, morning sickness is still kicking my ass but the pregnancy is going smooth-"
"Alison dear, I asked how you were," Pam interrupted, "Not how the baby is."
"The baby?" Alison frowned, "Emily didn't call you?"
"I haven't spoken to her in over a week."
"Oh, uh, we had an ultrasound," Alison gulped, "They baby turned out to be two babies."
"Oh my goodness! How do you feel?" Pam gasped.
"Honestly?" Alison bit her lip, "Scared out of my mind."
"Well of course you are, it's a big deal."
"What?" Alison was surprised, everyone so far had been so happy about it that she thought she was crazy.
"It's two times everything," Pam said, "Of course you're scared."
"Oh."
"You sound surprised by my reaction?"
"I, um...am. Everyone else told me I'm being unreasonable," Alison sighed, "It's like they're already judging my parenting for not being excited."
"Oh no, Alison, it's normal. Actually it's a good thing."
"It is?"
"Yes, it means you're going to be practical for the babies."
"Thank you, Pam," Alison said genuinely.
"You're always welcome. Now how is Emily treating you?"
Alison blinked a few times, "She's been fine."
"What aren't you telling me?"
Alison frowned, how could this woman read her when Alison had spent the majority of her life being trained not to be readable, "I don't know."
"You can talk to me, Alison, no judgements on your feelings."
Alison sighed, Pam could see how hard opening up was even if it was just a little, "I feel like she's testing me," She paused, "I don't know what the tests are, just that I'm failing them."
"Perhaps she's taking out her frustrations on you?" Pam mused, "Maybe she hasn't processed yet, maybe she's been tending to you so well that she's forgotten to tend to herself."
"So it's my fault?"
"No sweat heart, but maybe she's scared too and hasn't dealt with it."
"Why wouldn't she just tell me?"
"Now young lady, if Emmy said to you that she was scared what would your reaction have been?"
Alison's lips twitched, "Point taken."
"Alison?" Emily said gently. She could see Alison standing in front of her full length mirror, in her underwear. Emily gulped, greedy eyes taking in everything they could. Her ample cleavage, the delicious curve of her ass.
Alison's face didn't look happy while she looked at her exposed stomach. Emily licked her lips, she really did appreciate Alison's curves.
"Are you okay?" Emily's voice sounded huskier than she'd of liked. Trying to pull her eyes away from Alison's thighs.
"Come here," Alison replied, Emily was behind the blonde in seconds, "I look disgusting."
"You..." Emily swallowed, her mind clouding with Alison's scent and her eyes travelling everywhere, "Don't."
"How can you say that?" Alison scowled, "I look so fat."
"You really don't."
"I do!" Alison turned to the side, pointing at her belly, "Look."
"Oh I am," Emily licked her lips, her eyes taking in the slight swell of Alison's stomach along with other things, "You look beautiful."
Alison tried and failed to seek Emily's eyes out in the mirror, the brunette was obviously too busy staring at her chest, "I look fat."
"You're pregnant."
"So I do look fat?" Alison raised a smug eyebrow.
"No," Emily shook her head, "You don't at all. It's just amazing seeing that little bump."
"Your little bump."
"Our little bump," Emily smiled gently.
"Do you think my ass looks fat?"
"No fatter than usual but that's not saying much," a voice interrupted their little moment.
They turned to see Hanna grinning at them from the doorway.