Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 37: Oh, Baby

*there will be a lot of skipping ahead from now on*

Alison POV:
"I'm...Pregnant?" I ask, still in shock.

"Yes. But we can't tell you anything because it's still so early. All we know is, is that you're pregnant." She says.

I swallow and put on a fake smile. "Thank you." I say.

"Of course." She replies, and leaves.

Emily is standing next to me, not speaking a word.

"Emily?" I ask, worried about what she's going to say.

"We're having a baby." She breaths with a small smile.

I smile back, and kiss her lips.

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"Wait. Wait. Wait. You're pregnant?!" Hanna exclaims.

I dropped the bomb after dinner with everyone. Including everyone's siblings and parents. I figured it'd be easier this way.

We, Emily and I, also told everyone about us being a couple. They all approved. All though my partners already knew.

"Yes, Hanna. I'm pregnant." I say.

"So, what you're saying is...I get to spoil this kid! Awesome!" She yells with a fist bump in the air.

We all laugh, and finish our meal.

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3 months later (A/N Skipping ahead ruined the timeline because the story took place in April 😭 Now it's July.)

Emily POV:
"Stop! Stop!" I'm woken up by Alison screaming and thrashing around.

She's having another nightmare.

"Alison!" I say. "Alison!" I repeat louder this time.

Her eyes shoot open and she takes in a deep breath.

"Shh..." I whisper. "He's in jail, Alison." I say, and hug her tightly. "It's okay. You're safe."

I grab the water and medicine I had ready on the nightstand, and hand it to her.

"Here. You're okay. You're safe with me." I whisper in her ear and rub her back.

(A/N How good of a girlfriend is Emily?! She's fucking goals!)

"Thank you." She whispers and her voice cracks.

"You don't need to thank me." I say.

She smiles a small smile at me, and I miss her lips.

I look at the time, and it's 6 AM. But it's also summer break.

"Let's go back to sleep." I say.

We lay down, and I pull her into me, and wrap my arms around her.

"You're safe." I whisper one last time before we big drift off to sleep.

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"Wakey, wakey! No eggs and bakey!" I hear a familiar voice shout.

(A/N Does anyone's parents say wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey! 'Cause mine do)

"We're trying to sleep!" Alison groans.

"It's 11 AM!" It's Hanna.

"I woke up last night 3 times because of the human inside of me, and once because of my nightmares. Let me sleep." Alison says.

"...We're going shopping, though!" Hanna whines.

I rub the sleep from my eyes, and get out of bed.

"Fine." I mumble.

I get dressed in a white v-neck, ripped black jean shorts, black toms, lightly curled hair, and light make-up.

Alison whines, but finally gets out of bed.

She puts on white jean shorts, a light blue v-neck, lightly curled hair, light make-up, and white toms.

"Let's go!" Spencer says happily and grabs her purse from my desk.

Alison and me also grab our purses, and we're out the door.

"I'm not sitting in the back." Alison says.

"Aria, Hanna, and Emily. You three are in the back." Spencer says.

"Fine by me." I say, and Aria nods.

"I guess." Hanna says with a playful smile.

We go to the mall, and go to every baby store there is.

"Oh, my god! Look at these!" Hanna exclaims from the shoe section for babies.

"Hanna, the baby won't need shoes till he or she is walking. We have a long way to go." I say.

"How long?" She asks glumly.

"A year and a half or so." Spencer chimes in.

"Ugh!" Hanna groans, and puts the black converse back.

"Well, then let's get some unisex things, then." Hanna suggests.

We buy bottles, pacifiers, blankets, toys, and a few unisex onesies.

"Is that all we need?" Aria asks, looking through the dresses for babies.

"Yep." I reply.

"We need a crib." Alison says.

"We have to go to Target for that." I say.

"Well then let's go to Target." She says in a 'duh' tone.

We drive to Target and get a white crib, along with light blue and yellow bedding.

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(I'm skipping ahead A LOT. I don't feel like writing all that.)
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6 months later

"1...2...3!" The OBGYN yells, and she holds up the baby.

"It's a boy!" She exclaims.

"Actually, Alison. I'm going to need you to push again. You're having twins."

"What?!" Alison and me say in unison.

Alison pushes again, and I hear the other cry of the baby.

"It's a girl!"

"It looks like little sister over here didn't want to be found." The nurse says, taking the baby girl.

"What're you naming them?"

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I have names in mind, buy maybe I'll use your suggestions.

P.S. I want to use Tobias and Estella for the middle names.