Hey guys! I'm sorry I took so long to update this final chapter, but I was writing it and then I had another idea and then I had to rewrite it, lol. Thank you for supporting me throughout this story, which turned out to be longer than I expected. See you again in my new fic, called "Crazy in Love". I'll leave a little sneak peek down there for ya! :)

Three months later…

Emily was sitting on the couch with little Max in her arms as she waited for Ali to arrive. Unfortunately, the blonde was working late again and such a thing had been occurring more often than not lately. Her boss' excuse was that "scoops happen whether your wife is on maternity leave or not" and she knew that Alison was getting frustrated at this but she couldn't just tell her to quit her job because they needed the money.

Moreover, she missed Ali. She'd learned to love Alison as a friend, as a girlfriend and as a mother to her baby, but now what she missed the most was Ali as her lover. She misses her kisses, the way they held each other, the way Ali chanted her name, the way the journalist brought her to the edge… After her difficult labor, Emily was in no mood for sex in about one month and a half. Her breasts were swollen, hers scars had not completely healed and she became self-conscious about her post-pregnancy body. Luckily, Alison was comprehensive towards her and did not push too far. They kept on kissing and cuddling, though, so they wouldn't stray away from each other.

She heard the sound of footsteps and keys, signaling that Alison was home finally. The blonde made her way to their living room displaying an exhausted look on her face, messy hair and her shirt's sleeves up to her elbows.

"I swear this time I quit it" - She huffed and threw her purse somewhere and stood next to Emily.

"You've been saying that for two months, love"

"I know" - Alison seemed conflicted - "I don't want to leave you and Max unattended"

Emily leaned her forehead against the blonde's stomach in an attempt of getting closer to her wife without letting go of Max - "You should quit. The paper is not doing you any good, Ali. Besides, you and Aria were having so much for together as freelancers photographers"

"I just want us to have a stable source of income" - Ali wrapped her arms around Emily and played with her hair.

Emily pressed a kiss to her stomach and looked up - "I just want you to be happy"

Alison pulled her up by the neck for a slow kiss - "How did I get so lucky?" - It always fascinated her how her wife would always put Max's and her interests above her own. This is one of the reasons Ali had always loved Emily and always will, and it certainly inspires her to be a better person everyday - "By the way, how was Max?"

"He was fine. He just missed his other Mom"

"I wish I could spend more time with him" - Alison mused - "Sometimes I arrive so late that he's already sleeping and I only have the strength to take a shower and sleep too"

"You do your best, Ali" - Emily stood up, preparing to take Max to his crib - "Besides, he loves when you sing to him"

Ali smiled softly - "Well, I'm gonna take a shower now, then I'll give him a kiss goodnight"

"And what about me?" - Emily playfully asked.

"Oh, you'll get one too" - Ali winked and went up to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Emily and Alison were enjoying one of their few make-out sessions.

"E… mily" - Ali managed between kisses, but then a tongue invaded her mouth and she lost all her will to speak, having to control the burning desire to turn the tables and have Emily as she wished. Alison knew that Emily had a difficult labor; that's why she didn't push any sexual gestures towards her wife, letting her lead their way back to each other. It was hard, though. Emily was one hell of a sexy woman, even more now with her post-pregnancy body, and Ali didn't know how to resist. Her undying love for her wife, however, stopped her from doing anything bold in that sense.

"I've missed you" - Emily confessed as she fully settled on top of her wife and Ali was tempted yet again.

"Me too" - Ali murmured before the brunette's lips suffocated her once again as her hands instinctively roamed over Emily's body, her fingertips sinking into the flesh, feeling each and every change pregnancy had sculpted on Emily but staying away from her breasts. Emily had basically banished boob play from their make-out sessions, insisting that they were too sure to be touched. Ali was sympathetic to that and respectfully obeyed, sinking her hands in other parts of Emily's body, even if she still missed the brunette's magnificent breasts.

The tension was too much and Alison rolled on top of her, kissing Emily's neck, sucking her pulse point as Emily groaned in surprise. Then, she dared to play with the hem of her wife's nightgown, just testing waters. This was the moment that Em pushed her away.

"Ali, stop" - To make matters worse, a cry emerged from Max's room, indicating that he was awake.

"I'm gonna get him" - The blonde got up and tried to hide her frustration. This wasn't fair to them. She knew that Emily had insecurities she wouldn't talk about and that their marriage wasn't only about sex, but Alison missed the feeling of connection to her wife. Of course, she wouldn't push Emily until she was ready for sex again, be it three months or three years. Until then, she'd have to contempt with the shower (and her hands).

One of the things that Emily could not complain about Alison was that, she was always up for the task whenever Max cried. It didn't matter if it happened in the middle of the night and Ali had to go to work in the next day; the blonde would always get up and take care of their baby. Emily argued, trying to convince her at least to take turns because she didn't want the blonde to get too tired, and Alison conceded to some point, letting Emily do the job once in a while. She claimed that Emily already spent too much time with him already during the day and that she deserved some rest. Adding to that, Alison said that she was used to waking up at the middle of the night during that time when she ran away from Rosewood and had to sleep with an eye open.

Unbeknownst to Ali, Emily followed her a few moments later just so she could watch her wife and her son interact. The brunette loved those moments because she got to see a side of Alison the blonde rarely showed the world. The fierce and strong masquerade the journalist wore melt as soon as her blue eyes met Max's, and that was something Alison didn't notice herself, but Emily was always there to watch in secrecy. It was her guilty pleasure.

"Hello, my prince" - She heard Alison say as she picked up Max from his crib - "How was your day?"

The crying subsided instantly once Max realized who was fetching him. From the door, Emily watched in awe as Alison talked to him. It was amazing how she could always calm him down. Emily promised to herself she'd record this someday so she could show Ali just how sweet she was to Max and to prove to her how much she's changed.

"I bet you've had fun with Mom, I mean, Mama. I better start calling us by different names so you won't get confused" - Max reached out to touch the blonde's face - "And I might have to change your diaper, baby" - And Alison laughed in pure joy, making Emily crack a smile too.

As Alison moved to change Max's diapers, Emily couldn't help but wonder how natural Ali seemed at the task now. At first, when her mother was still showing them the tricks on how to deal with babies, Alison was insecure and clumsy, as if she was afraid she was going to hurt Max by only touching him. But Emily, little by little, made her confident that she could do it and now the brunette just stood there and watched just how much Ali had improved.

"There, there. You're all clean now" - Ali kissed his little feet - "Do you want me to sing for you, Max?" - The little boy extended his arms to Alison and she cradled him in her, humming softly until he fell asleep.

However, Max began to cry again after some time and left Ali quite startled. Emily muffled a laugh from her hideout. Ali always panicked whenever Max cried when he was with her - "Baby, what's wrong?" - She held him away from her lap so she could see if he was okay and Max tilted his head towards her breast - "Are you hungry? Let me take you to Mama, baby"

Emily had to run silently back to her bedroom, grabbing her book and pulling on a poker face.

"Look who's coming to say goodnight" - Alison announced when she arrived at their bedroom without noticing that Emily had been up just a moment before.

"Oh, hi Max!" - The baby recognized Emily's voice and turned his head, as if looking for her.

"He's hungry" - Ali waited for Em to lower the strap of her nightgown and release her breast before handing Max to her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that Ali was watching her and she didn't know why, but she got a little embarrassed. It must be awkward for Alison to see her breastfeed.

"Come here, baby" - The brunette offered her breast to him nonetheless and he hungrily accepted. Fifteen minutes later, Max was already asleep in her arms.

"Help me with the pillows, Ali" - Emily said as she laid Max on the mattress. Ali promptly picked their pillows and put them around him so as to prevent any of them from rolling on top of Max. After that, they settled down on each side of him facing each other and Emily couldn't help but to reach out a hand to caress her wife's cheek.

"I'm sorry about what happened" - Emily referred to their early make-out session.

"It's okay, Em" - Ali concealed a sigh and kissed the palm of her hand - "Take your time"

However, Emily couldn't help but be frustrated at herself. She knew that Alison would never force her in any way, but the sexual abstinence was also hard for the blonde and Emily couldn't help but feel that she was letting Ali down somehow. But mostly, she was frustrated at her own body for not feeling how she wanted to feel.

Two weeks later…

Emily and Alison were back at making out again, the blonde on top of the brunette kissing all the way down to her neck. She was so relieved that Hanna called it "Godmother Day" and took Max to spend some time with her.

"Ali" - The vet pushed her away slightly and Ali paused her ministrations to look at her.

"Em… Is something wrong?"

"I feel weird" - Emily blushed - "Like… I'm not attractive to you anymore"

"Impossible" - Ali tried to kiss her, but Emily shied away.

"I'm not comfortable with myself" - Tears sprung in those brown eyes and Ali felt guilty for bringing the subject.

"Hey, hey" - Alison wiped those tears away - "If anything, pregnancy only made you even more gorgeous to me"

"I don't think I'll ever lose the extra pounds I gained on my thighs and waist" - Emily looked down at herself.

"I wouldn't complain if you didn't" - Ali half smirked. One of the things she loved the most about Emily's post-pregnancy body was that there was more flesh for her to sink in and, hell, this feeling was delicious.

"Ali, this is not about sex!" - Emily whined.

"I'm sorry" - The blonde almost killed herself for her clumsy tongue - "I just can't stand the thought of you thinking you're not beautiful"

"Ali..." - Emily trailed off, quite surprised at her wife's comeback.

"You'll always be beautiful to me, Emily" - Ali reached for the vet's left hand and kissed her wedding band - "I love you, my wife"

"I love you too" - Emily reached out to the blonde and brought her down to kiss her. Alison happily kissed her back and intertwined their fingers, resting their hands on each side of Emily's head - "I don't know why I'm moody these days"

"Your body is changing" - Ali nuzzled their noses together - "We knew this was going to happen. And I don't mind having to pamper you" - She placed kisses on the brunette's face and chin.

"Ali..."

"Only if you want to, Em"

Emily thought about her scars, her body and her insecurities, but she also thought about Alison, her love and just how she missed the blonde on top of her and, hell, she missed her wife a lot and they didn't even have a honeymoon after they got married. She could barely believe in herself when she nodded in approval.

Ali met her lips in response and their tongues danced together in her mouth as Emily got rid of the blonde's nightgown. Her hands trailed Ali's body up and down, relishing each inch of skin she didn't get to worship for the last three months, brushing with special care the burn scar the blonde had in the small of her back.

"We'll take it slow, baby, I promise" - Ali whispered against her neck before sucking it graciously. She knew that the wrong move could make Emily go back to her shell.

Emily whimpered as Ali kissed her way down to her collarbone and began to play with the straps of her nightgown. Slowly, she lowered each strap down her arm, revealing the strap of her nursing bra.

"This bra is definitely not sexy!" - The brunette chuckled.

"I think it'd look better on the floor" - Ali smirked and unclipped the bra, revealing her breasts. Emily looked away and blushed, slightly ashamed of her saggy breasts, but Alison just let her mouth hang slightly open in agape. Emily's breasts were bigger, fuller now, and in normal circumstances Alison would have immediately worshipped them in her mouth, but she knew that the vet was more sensible now and boobs were off limits last time she tried - "Em… can I touch you?"

The brunette was about to say no when she saw the gleam inside those blue eyes and then she knew that there was no way she could deny that. She was almost relieved to see that Alison seemed turned on by the sight of her saggy breasts - "We can try"

Alison nodded and kissed delicately the skin around those dark nipples, but avoided them altogether. Yet, she still yearned to feel them in her mouth, to feel them harden against the tip of her tongue as Emily arched her back against the mattress and whimpered her name. Well, she could save this dream to another time, though.

"You're so gentle..." - Emily whimpered - "Ali..."

"You don't know the things that crossed my mind when I saw your beautiful boobs" - Ali sucked the valley in between her breasts.

"Don't talk dirty to me now, baby" - She whined in response as Ali kissed her way down to her underwear.

"Are you sure?" - Ali kissed the hem of her panties and looked up, asking for permission, to which Emily nodded in response and watched as her last piece of clothing was removed. Alison stared at her woman and could quickly make out the scars on the skin she knew so well. At the same time, she remembered how Emily nursed each one of her scars after she told her about the jail incident, and how Emily made her feel comfortable with her body again and how her wife made her feel loved at that one night. Alison knew it was time to repay the favor.

She began with those thighs and, God, a few pounds more just made Emily more delicious and Ali couldn't help but nibble those savory bits of skin. Emily moaned and dug her fingers in her hair, pulling Ali to her womanhood. The blonde wanted to go all-in for oral, but Emily might just be too sensitive for that and the ways she wanted to devour her lover were not so gentle. Still she couldn't help but kiss the tear marks that lay there, each time loving more the woman who had brought her son to the world.

"Baby!" - That high-pitched moan almost made Ali dive her tongue into her wife, but she also realized that Emily was drier than usual. Alison knew that it was a normal thing for women nursing her babies to be dry during sex and it only reminded her to be gentle. Her mouth wandered south and found her perineum, which still had a cut mark. Alison trailed it with her tongue and watched as Emily cursed and writhed underneath her. Hm, that part is sensible. Note taken. Alison climbed all the way up again to kiss her wife on the lips and Emily let her nails drag down the blonde's back, scribbling on her creamy skin before she almost ripped her panties off her.

"I'm still dry, right?" - Emily let an upset sigh escape her mouth.

"I'll take it slow, I promise… Just like you took it slow when I told you about jail"

The brown eyes widened in surprise - "You still remember that night?"

"How could I forget? And now it's time to pay back the favor" - And Alison kissed her wife in pure love.

"Wait" - Emily broke the kiss and took Ali's right hand. Slowly, she put the blonde's fingers in her mouth, one by one, sucking and teasing them with her tongue.

"Em..." - Alison moaned as she imagined that tongue doing the exact same movements elsewhere down her body.

The vet pressed one last kiss to her wife's palm before letting go - "You can do it now"

Ali nodded and lowered her hand, tracing the outline of Emily's outer lips before dipping one fingertip in gingerly. Emily didn't feel that explosion of pleasure she usually felt whenever Ali touched her like that; instead, she felt weird, like her whole body was out of place. Alison noticed that too, as her usually go-to spot didn't seem to be working now. However, she knew better than to just give up. She would learn and relearn how to love her Mermaid everyday if necessary.

With her single finger, she tried different spots and angles, always pressing her thumb against Emily's clit. Eventually, she found that one spot that made Emily claw her back and writhe underneath her. It was a little deeper and a little more to the right than it used to be and that position would probably cause a burning feeling in her hand, but Alison wouldn't stop until she had her Mermaid came undone.

"Ali" - Emily murmured between the kisses she planted on Ali's shoulder as the blonde supported herself on her left arm - "You're so… ah… good" - She let her teeth sink into Alison's skin as that one magic finger curled against her (new) sweet spot.

"I know, right?" - The journalist chuckled on top of her and added another finger in, keeping her movements slow and circular.

"Oh… really?" - Emily moaned and smirked at the same time, a devilish smile growing on her lips - "Let's see… if you can do it" - And she plunged one finger into Alison, totally taking her by surprise, almost making her stumble on top of her.

"Holy shit, Em!" - It's been three months since her wife last touched her and Ali doesn't think that she can keep up with this if Emily keeps touching her like that.

"You're still so hot... love" - Emily felt confident to thrust another finger in and, God, the feeling of Ali clenching around her fingers is divine!

"Baby!" - Ali whimpered, almost losing control of her movements. Normally, she'd allow herself to just go with the feeling and pound into Emily, but she knew her wife was still hurt and a single haste move could throw their night under the bus. Therefore, she concentrated on keeping her movements as slow and as precise as she could.

"Let yourself… oh… go" - Emily grabbed her by the neck and locked their eyes together.

"What if I… ah… hurt you?"

"You… won't… oh, Ali!" - Emily threw her head back in pleasure and just the sight of it was enough to make Ali come, falling apart on top of her.

"Oh shit, Em!" - Her mind was clouded with pleasure, but she poured her last shred of rationality on pressing hard against the brunette's sweet spot.

"God, Ali!" - And the vet came undone too, finally finding completion. She opened her eyes as she tried to recover her breath and saw that there was a white substance splattered on her breasts. Oh shit, her breasts had leaked milk during sex!

Alison had noticed that, but instead of just ignoring it or chuckling, her eyes darkened and Emily couldn't understand why. Then, the blonde glided her tongue towards her skin and licked the milk droplets away - "It's tasty. No wonder Max loves these" - And she gave those boobs a playful squeeze, earning a moan from Emily before rolling off her.

"Can we cuddle now?" - Emily asked almost innocently.

"Of course" - Alison let the brunette turn around and hugged her from behind, planting sweet kisses along her neck.

"I think you love being the big spoon" - Emily chuckled and Ali just hugged her tight and nuzzled into her. Because of Emily's sore breasts, the only position the couple could sleep together was with Ali as the big spoon. Not that either of them complained about it.

"I love being the big spoon, the small spoon, sleeping on your boobs..." - Ali trailed off - "I love everything about you, Em"

"Me too, Ali" - The brunette yawned. She'd had only one orgasm for the night, but it was enough to leave her exhausted.

"Goodnight, my love"

"Goodnight, gorgeous"

Reviews:

I could ship that: I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there wasn't a honeymoon, lol. Change of plans xD

Anna: Little Max is a sweetie, ain't he?

Guest 1: Thanks!

Dragoncila: Thanks!

Drea82851 The wedding was one hell of a tense event, wasn't it? At least Max was born healthy. Ali loves Max, she's just insecure because she was never that fond of kids, but you're right: how could she not love someone who came from Emily?

mb 168: Me too! Instead, we've got a really really slowburn in reality.

Now, a sneak peek from my next fic, "Crazy in Love":

I looked up in the mirror and found Alison staring back at me in a safe distance.

"Em, please" - She begged me as I tried to keep washing my hands - "I'm sorry"

"You're married, Alison!" - I said as I dried my hands in two sheets of paper - "You're fucking married!"

"Please! Just let me explain!"

"I'm fucking done with you!" - I raged - "I'm not gonna be a little toy you use when you're bored with your husband. Goodbye, Alison!" - And I made my way to the door, knowing that once I reached the ballroom I would be safe. Her hands grabbed my arm and I sharply turned around, ready to snap at her once again. Then, she did the only thing she knew that would make me stop.

She kissed me.