Emily Punches Ali in Her Sleep

It was 3am. The house was dark, the streets were quiet, and the DiLaurentis-Fields family were all fast asleep in their beds. For the most of them, pleasant dreams ran through their heads. Most of them.

Ali had a faint memory of a vision of the small family of four on top of the Eiffel Tower, eating croissants. But the rest of that memory vanished quickly and was replaced by the searing pain of something striking her nose rather hardly.

She immediately sat up, her hands flying to the source of her pain. "Ow!" she yelped, louder than she expected to.

Emily's eyes shot open, the loud yell coming from her wife immediately woke her from her slumber. A small part of her was thankful for being woken up from her not so pleasant dream.

"Babe? What happened? Are you okay?" Emily asked, trying her best to wake herself up.

"I don't know, I feel like something hit me," Ali said, checking her hand for blood. Her eyes quickly glanced to where Emily's hand was laying, a fist clenched and just mere inches from where Ali's head was laying on her pillow.

Emily's eyes followed to where Ali's were staring and the realization set in.

"I think you punched me," Ali said, a chuckle escaping her.

Emily immediately sat up and wrapped her arms around Ali's waist. Guilt and worry were immediately overtaking her.

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, Ali. Let me look," Emily said, trying her best to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"I'm okay, Em. Really. Don't worry," Ali said, moving to press a small kiss to Emily's lips.

"I can't believe I punched you," Emily said around the lump in her throat.

"Really, babe, it's okay. Were you kickboxing with Muhammad Ali again?" Ali asked, moving to lay

back down.

"No, not tonight," Emily said. Her fingers immediately flew to her mouth and she began to bite her nails, a habit that only arises when she's nervous.

Ali, of course, immediately picked up on it.

"Hey," she said, sitting back up and grabbing Emily's hand, holding it in one of hers, "what is it? What did you dream about?"

"It's stupid," Emily said, straightening the covers, "we should go back to bed before the girls hear us."

"No," Ali said sternly, "we're not going to bed until you tell me what your dream was about, come on. It had to have been pretty scary for you to be reacting like this."

Emily remained quiet.

Ali reached up and placed her hand on Emily's cheek, "Talk to me, babe."

Emily took a deep breath, "It was -A again. There was another one, shocker. And I don't remember much but all I remember is that they threatened the girls and I came home to get you all out of here and -A was standing over you and you were screaming for help. And I was so scared cause I thought something was going to happen to all of you. And you and the girls are my life and I love you so much and I though I was going to lose you and-"

"Hey, hey" Ali cut her off. "I promise you, we are all okay. Emily, look at me," Ali waited for Emily's eyes to meet her, "We're all here, and we're healthy, and we're okay. And I promise you, nothing is going to happen to us. Baby, it's all over. Keep reminding yourself that."

Emily wrapped her arms around Ali, crying silent tears as Alison rubbed her back. When Ali felt Emily's breathing start to regulate, she slowly pulled away, but kept her arms wrapped around her wife.

"Come on," she said, moving to get up, "come with me."

"Where are we going?" Emily asked.

"Just come on," Ali said, holding her hand out for Emily to take.

They walked hand in hand down the hall, walking slowly as not to make any noise. They came up to the white door at the end of the hall, a wood "G" and "L" marking it.

Ali quietly pushed the door open and watched as Emily walked in. The moonlight that came in through the window cast a soft light on the two sleeping babies in their cribs. Ali, who was standing behind Emily, wrapped her arms around Emily's middle and pulled her close. She stood up on her tiptoes so she could rest her chin on Emily's shoulder.

"See," Ali whispered as she pressed a small kiss to the nape of Emily's neck, "we're all okay, like I promised."

Emily nodded and turned in Ali's arms. She leaned down to press a lingering kiss to Ali's sweet lips.

She reached for Alison's hand and led her back out the door and down the hallway.

Alison was right, they were all okay.

"Let's go back to bed," Emily said, a sweet smile on her face.

"Okay," Ali said, her eyes becoming heavy with sleep again, "as long as you don't punch me again."

"No promises," Emily said with a chuckle as she closed the door behind them.