Chapter Nineteen
"You're so grumpy," Emily rolled her eyes fondly from the couch next to the growling blonde, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Alison grumbled, shuffling into the brunette, "Just tired and fat."
"You're pregnant," Emily grazed Alison's swollen belly with her knuckles.
"Your fault," Alison mumbled as the doorbell rang, "Can't get up, too fat."
"You're terrible," Emily chuckled, swatting the blondes ass and getting up to answer the door, "Hi," She smiled and the gentleman on the other side.
"Well what do we have here?" He said.
Alison gasped, jumping up from the couch and grabbing a cushion to cover her stomach.
"Can I help you sir?" Emily frowned.
"The question is can I help you? This is my house, after all."
Emily's mouth fell open and she turned, her eyes seeking out her favourite blonde.
Alison swallowed thickly, "Hi Dad."
"Oh," Emily whispered, immediately stepping aside and letting Ken in.
Ken glanced over the living room, a distasteful look on his face when his eyes landed on the empty ice cream carton and popsicle sticks that were once Alison's lunch. When his eyes focused on his daughter she shifted uncomfortably. He raised an eyebrow.
"Drop then pillow."
"Dad-"
"Drop the pillow Alison."
Alison's eyes dropped to the floor, followed by her cushion.
"What's that?"
"I...I-" Alison gulped.
"Who knocked you up Alison?"
"Sir-"
"Emily," Alison hissed at the brunette.
"Damn it Alison!" Ken's voice rose an octave or two, "Who did you lie on your back for?"
"It's-It's Elliott's."
"Ali?" The look of hurt was clear on the brunette's face.
"Who is this?" Ken asked, gesturing to Emily. Alison's gaze nervously shifted between Emily and her Dad.
"She's no one," Alison shook her head, "She's leaving."
"Good," Ken nodded.
"Al-"
"No," Alison cut her off, "Just go Emily."
Emily's face changed from hurt to anger, "Right," She threw her hands in the air, "Of course."
Emily's shift had just started at The Radley but she rolled her eyes immediately when she walked in to see Alison and her Dad sitting at the bar. Her eyes met Alison's and the blonde perked up, looking pleading before Emily looked away, making her deflate.
"You there, get me a whiskey," Ken said without looking up.
Emily ducked her head, frowning at him, "Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I be talking to?"
"Right," Emily pursed her lips shooting Alison a dirty look.
"Isn't she your friend from this afternoon?" Ken slurred.
Alison nodded, Emily ducked her head towards the blonde, "Is he drunk?"
Alison shrugged in reply.
"Courtney, get me a whiskey," Ken patted Alison's knee. The colour drained from Alison's face as Emily cocked her head to the side.
"Maybe it's time to go?" Alison said quietly.
"Fine," Ken said, getting up and staggering his way towards the exit. Alison remained seated, her eyes fixed on Emily.
"Em-"
"Nice to meet you, Courtney," Emily cut her off.
"You'd better start talking if you want me to listen," Emily paced in front of the blonde.
Alison had texted her to tell her that Ken had gone home and that they should talk but since Emily had gotten there the blonde had barely glanced at her.
"Em," Her voice was tiny, she sounded broken, "I'm sorry."
Emily felt all the anger leave her body at the crumpled look on the blondes face, she knelt down in front of her and rested her hands on the blondes knees, "I'm not mad Ali, I'm just confused," She said softly.
"I'm sorry Emily," Alison's big blue eyes filled with tears, "I really am trying," She swiped furiously at her eyes. Emily grabbed her hands, using her own thumb to gently wipe away a hot tear making it's was down the blondes cheek.
"You probably find this hard but you can definitely cry in front of me, okay?" Emily said reassuringly, the blonde nodded and threw her arms around Emily's neck, sobbing softly.
"Thank you for meeting me today Emily."
"No problem," Emily smiled at Doctor Sullivan, "I'd do anything for Alison."
"So it seems, she regards you very highly when she talks about you during her sessions."
"Really?"
"You seem surprised?" Doctor Sullivan raised an eyebrow.
"Ali isn't exactly forthcoming with emotions."
"No," Doctor Sullivan laughed, "But she's spoken about you a lot and your opinions matter to her in a way I don't believe she's experienced before."
Emily grinned, "I think she's really tying with me, for the twins."
"So it seems," The Doctor nodded, "I wanted to meet with you to get a better idea of how Alison is coping, like you said, she isn't very forthcoming emotionally."
"Obviously she wouldn't talk to me if she was struggling but there have been a couple of things that concern me."
"Go on."
"The baby hormones aren't treating her well. I mean from what people have said she wasn't the nicest person in high school but she worked hard to change that. I get the feeling that being out of control of her hormones is scaring her," Emily paused, "Maybe making her feel like she's back to her old self."
"One of Alison's biggest coping mechanisms is control so I can see why losing it would be difficult for her," Doctor Sullivan nodded, "How much has Alison told you about her past?"
"Nothing," Emily sighed, "There's been hints that things have happened but she really isn't willing to talk about it."
"What hints?"
"She acts really weird when her family are mentioned, Jason freaked out when he heard we were having twins but Ali wouldn't tell me why. Her father visited and called her Courtney instead of her name and a lot of people have mentioned this Ali D persona, apparently Ali D was overly friendly with the boys but Ali doesn't act like that at all in bed. In fact the exact opposite, it's more like she's very inexperienced-oh shit," Emily realised her mistake, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said that."
"It's perfectly fine Emily," Doctor Sullivan laughed, "Alison has already explained that situation. Besides, this is completely confidential. As for Ali D there's a lot more to that than Alison is comfortable talking about but in time I'm sure you'll get a better picture. What I will say is that the issues that Alison has had to overcome at sixteen are far beyond what most people have to deal with in their entire lives."
Emily was drunk. No. Emily was more than drunk, she was sort of, completely, wasted. It was her last shift at The Radley and her colleagues had talked her into staying after it for a drink. Which turned into many drinks.
She stumbled into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a lamp and falling onto the floor while attempting to save it. Emily chucked, staring up at the ceiling until her view was blocked by blonde hair.
"What are you doing on the floor?"
"Alllliii," Emily smiled, "Did I wake you?"
"Of course you woke me, you took thirty minutes to get through the front door," Alison rolled her eyes.
"The lock kept moving," Emily frowned, reaching up to play with a strand of the blondes hair.
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe a little," The brunette grinned, making Alison laugh.
"Come on," She tugged on Emily's hand, "I'll help you get to your bed."
"You're so kind," Emily laughed, instead of getting up she tugged the blonde onto her. Immediately fisting the blondes ass, "I love this ass."
Alison giggled, "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure," Emily shrugged, preoccupied by making the flesh of the blondes ass jiggle.
"You look hot in your uniform, I'll miss seeing you in it."
Emily smiled sleepily, "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure," Alison mimicked with a smirk.
Emily tucked a strand of Alison's hair behind her ear, "I'm falling in love with you."
"What?" Alison's face fell but the brunette was already falling asleep.
"What's up? You have a funny look on your face," Emily frowned, slipping on her running shoes.
Alison looked at her disinterestedly from her position on the kitchen island, "This is just my face."
"Sure," Emily rolled her eyes, "I must not have ever noticed."
Alison had been acting weird towards her for several days now and she had no idea why. She'd been extra moody. Emily had planned to go for a run and then head back but when she saw Paige having lunch at The Grill but she had to join her.
"You look tired."
"I am tired," Emily shrugged, "Things are difficult at the moment."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know anything about what happened when Alison was sixteen?" Emily asked, she knew she shouldn't. She knew she should wait until Alison told her herself but she couldn't wait.
"She hasn't talked to you about it?" Paige asked, Emily shook her head, "I wasn't exactly friends with her so I can only give you the information I know about."
"I understand," Emily nodded, "But please, I need to know."
"Alison was a bitch through middle school and at the start of high school but she went away for the summer when we were around fourteen and came back even worse. I don't know what happened but she was literally the devil, she bullied everyone relentlessly and slept with any boy that glanced in her direction. When we were fifteen she went missing-"
"What?" Emily gasped.
Paige nodded, "The school didn't say anything but it was all over the newspapers and there was posters everywhere."
"When was she found? Where was she?"
"Around a year later they found a body and identified it as Alison, the body had a blunt force trauma to the head but had died from suffocation. She was buried alive," Paige swallowed, "There was a funeral and everything and again her face was splashed all over every newspaper. Jessica DiLaurentis couldn't cope and took her life a year and a half after Alison had gone missing."
"But what happened? Because Ali isn't dead, I just saw her," Emily frowned.
"That's the thing, a month after Jessica killed herself Alison turned up at school acting as if nothing had happened. Everyone thought she was dead and we never found out what actually happened, the police department never made a statement and no one talked about it. I still don't know who's funeral that was but apparently not Alison DiLaurentis'."
"Where were you?"Alison pursed her lips, looking up from her phone.
"I met up with Paige," Emily shrugged, sitting next to the blonde.
"Did you fuck her?" Alison raised a challenging eyebrow.
Emily's eyes widened, "Of course not, why are you even asking me that?"
"Maybe you should," Alison wet back to her phone.
Emily swallowed thickly, composing herself before spinning towards the blonde, "You want me to sleep with Paige?"
The blonde shrugged, not looking up from her phone.
"Alright," Emily rolled her eyes, "Sounds perfect. You know, I can wake up, fuck you, fuck Paige," Emily shrugged, "Then you again. Great."
Alison frowned prettily, moving her eyes to Emily's, "I meant instead of me."
"Really?" Emily's eyes widened, "And whys that?"
Alison shrugged.
"Are you ever going to talk to me about anything ever?" Emily groaned.
"Like what?" Alison squinted at her.
"Nothing," Emily dragged a hand down her face, "Nothing, Ali. I'm just stressed out."
The blondes eyes fixed on her phone, yet again.
"Please?" Hanna whined from the couch her and Alison were occupying in Alison's house, the blonde rolled her eyes, "Come on, Emily would let me!"
"No," Alison growled, "Now shut up."
"You're so grumpy," Hanna grumbled, "It's not like you've named them yet and there's no way you're going to come up with cool names like I would."
"Han," Alison scolded, "You're not naming them."
"Who aren't you naming?" Emily asked, coming down the stairs in her running gear.
"I want to name the babies but this," Hanna pointed at Alison with her thumb, "Grump won't let me."
"Sorry, Hanna," Emily pursed her lips in amusement, "What the grump says goes."
"Don't call me that," Alison snapped, her eyes downcast and jaw clenched.
Emily's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "I'm going for a run, join me if you want to Hanna?"
"No way," Hanna laughed, "The only time you'll see me running is when something's chasing me so you'd better try and catch up."
Emily shook her head with a laugh and pulled her sneakers on before exiting the house.
Hanna turned to her friend, "What the hell is going on there?"
"Nothing," Alison scowled.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Ali-"
"Han,"
"Son but you have to be nice to Emily, she's really-"
"Hanna,"
"Trying and if you're just going to be a colossal bitch-"
"Stop"
"The whole damn time then-"
"HANNA," Alison yelled, effectively shutting her friend up, "I am not going to talk to you about this."
"Fine," Hanna scowled, "Be like that but just so you know, Emily is a much nicer person than you."
"Great, thanks for that."
"You're here!" Alison grinned from ear to ear, practically launching herself into Pam's waiting arms.
"I am," Pam smiled back, holding Alison at arms lengths and studied the blondes growing belly, "And how are you? You've certainly gotten bigger."
"I know," Alison grumbled for a second before her face broke out into another grin, "You're here."
"Come on inside, you can have a look at the house," Pam escorted the blonde into her new property, "When I checked this listings I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this place, this was the first house me and Wayne bought when we were married. We actually brought Emily home here when she was born."
Alison's eyes lit up, wandering through the house. She noticed the spacey rooms, the homey kitchen and big yard through the kitchen doors. She could imagine a real family living here, Pam baking while watching a little Emily playing in the yard. Family dinners in the wooden dinning room. She couldn't help feeling a little melancholy comparing her childhood memories with what she imagined Emily had. By the time she'd made it upstairs she bumped into Emily, carrying a box.
"You like the house?" Emily asked.
Alison nodded, "Yeah."
"That was my old room," Emily nodded her head towards a door on the left. Alison watched the brunette make her way down the stairs before she went into Emily's old bedroom and what she saw brought a tear to her eye.
The room had been freshly painted a soft light brown colour with dark wood boarder around the outside. The large window seat had a plush white cushion as well as a net curtain. On one side of the room there was two, matching cribs. Both wooden, one with blue bedding and the other with pink. On the other side was a single bed pushed up against the wall.
Alison felt an arm slipping around her waist and looked to her right to see Pam, "Are you okay, Honey?"
Alison nodded mutely, wiping her tears with her sleeve.
"I'm not trying to interfere, I just thought that anytime you needed a babysitter or even if one of you needs some space then I'd be available but if I'm overstepping then please tell me-"
"No," Alison cut her off, "I-I just...can't believe all of this," She breathed out, "That you'd be this supportive and...and just...be here."
"Alison," Pam smiled, taking the blonde by the shoulders and making eye contact, "You're my family now and that means I am absolutely here for you."
Alison didn't know what to say so just just threw herself at Pam, welcoming her safe arms.