Chapter two:

Emily jumped in surprise, not having heard the door open. She quickly placed the photograph back on the table and turn around. Emily was taken back at how grown up Alison looked. Of course, Emily knew they had changed, but whenever Emily thought of Alison it tended to be the eighteen-year-old version.

"Alison…" Emily said in awe. Her fifteen-year-old self was jumping up and down at being reunited with her first love, while her twenty-four-year-old self was sighing in defeat.

Alison was speechless. Emily looked so much the same and yet so different. Alison felt her body aching again. Not for her twins this time, but for the girl she used to know.

After a few minutes of staring at each other, Emily felt the anger she felt last time they were together flood through her again. Her soft, beautiful brown eyes lost their light they had when just gazing at Alison and were soon being replaced with the hardness of the past few years. Emily couldn't believe Alison would sleep with her again after last time they talked.

Alison saw the change in Emily's eyes too late, Emily was already reaching for her stuff before Alison began to protest. "Emily… wait… please…" Alison softly cried.

Emily brought her eyes back up to Alison, and softly spoke, "Why… After last time, how could you even think I would want to talk to you…"

Alison reacted without second thought, defending her kids was second nature by now. "How dare you? Just because you didn't approve of my decision of how to deal with the father of my children, does not give you the right to question what I will and won't do."

Emily huffed. "How dare I? How dare you? YOU WERE MY GIRLFRIEND. You told me you loved me, then after one fucking fight, you got pregnant! Of course, I was mad!"

"That 'fucking fight,' as you so nicely put it, was where you called me whore. You made me feel worthless. You got to put me down and then just walk away. So no, you don't get to be just get upset that I decided to raise those two beautiful children that are watching TV downstairs."

Emily hissed, "I don't get to mad, are you serious? YOU CHOSE HIM OVER ME."

"I NEVER CHOSE ANYONE OVER YOU. I WANTED TO RAISE MY KIDS WITH YOU, BUT YOUR FEELINGS GOT HURT AFTER YOU HURT MINE. God, Emily, how could you be so naïve? I loved you more than anything. I would've moved worlds to have you back, but you left. You left and never once looked back."

Emily was stunned… Never in a million years would she have thought Alison wanted her to be part of the kids' lives. But, really what stuck with her the most, was the fact Alison said loved, not love, because Emily was certain she was still completely in love with blonde bombshell yelling at her.

Emily stood staring at Alison for a while. "Okay… I'll guess, I'll just leave then." Emily started to move past Alison, but she felt the blonde's soft hand grip hers in protest as she reached for the doorknob.

Alison softly cried, "Didn't you miss me at all?"

Emily looked at Alison, who looked like she was fixing to cry and instincts took over. Without actual thought, her hands gently cupped Alison's face. Her thumbs rubbing across the smooth skin that she had ached for four years. "Of course, I did, Ali."

Alison hands cupped Emily's before pulling Emily's hands off. "Just not enough..." She sighed and turned away from Emily. She reached inside the drawers and pulled out some grey sweatpants. As she slipped off the pants, Alison heard the door open and close. She sighed again as she got ready for her stay at home day.

Emily silently walked down the stairs. Every part in her body was aching to go back to the blonde bombshell and hold her. With every step, another weight seemed to hold her down. When Emily finally walked down the last step, she was bombarded by two little kids staring up at her with beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

The boy came up and poked her side, "Who are you?"

Emily looked down at what looked like two miniature versions of Alison. Her brown eyes softened at the thought of Alison as a mother, and she spoke way softer than what she had upstairs, "I'm Emily, and you are?"

The boy proudly stated, "I'm Laken and that's Audy over there. Are you a friend of mommy's?"

"Something like that," she simply replied. Emily smiled a half smile at the little boy's proud smile that screamed Alison's as well.

"Mommy doesn't usually let us meet new friends. Only Aunty Spence and Aunty Aria."

"You met Spencer and Aria?" Emily asked.

Audrey reached for Laken's arm and shook her head silently. Audrey looked at Emily and gave Alison's death stare. Audrey's death stare was the same one Alison had perfected in high school. Audrey's tiny voice spoke to Emily coldly, "Does it matter?"

Emily pondered this for a second and then replied, "No, I guess not."

Audrey glared at Emily some more before saying, "Why are you here?"

Emily answered, "Me and your mommy had things to discuss, Audy."

"Audrey, not Audi."

Emily nodded. Audrey had lots of Alison's attributes, Emily noted silently.

Alison walked silently down the stairs as she heard Audrey's voice drift up the stairs. Alison gasped at her daughter's rudeness to a person she didn't know. Alison stopped behind Emily and watched Audrey and Laken go rather quiet all of the sudden.

Without turning around to see who was behind her, Emily said, "Hey, Alison."

Alison quietly replied, "Hey, Em."

Laken exploded all of the sudden, "MOMMY! IS THAT PRINCESS EM FROM OUR BED TIME STORIES YOU TELL US?"

Alison instantly went bright red. Audrey quickly looking between Alison and Emily remarked, "Well no wonder she seemed familiar…"