Chapter 52: Back to Rosewood

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5 days later

Emily POV:
"And we made it!" I exclaim.

Alison is sleeping, and so are Emma, Eli, and Ashton.

"Finally!" Bryn breathes, and unbuckled her seat belt.

Her and Ashton sit in the last row of seats, so she climbs over and sits between a sleeping Eli and Emma.

"Can I get out now?" She asks, looking bored out of her mind.

"Hey, it's not my fault you woke up so early." I say with a laugh.

"Well, I'm never driving or edit for forty hours ever again!" She says.

"Yes you are. When we go home." I retort in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Ugh!" She groans.

"What happened to my sweet Bryn?" I ask as I pout.

Yep. I'm where the kids learned the pout from. I use it on Alison all the time.

"I'm sorry." She sighs, and gets up to hug me.

I climb out of the car, and get Bryn out with me.

"Go knock on the door." I tell her.

She runs up to the door of Jessica and Kenneth's house and knocks. Hard. And loud.

"Ow." I hear her say in a high pitched his voice.

"Did you break your hand?" I laugh.

"I think so." She says back with a giggle.

There's my sweet Bryn Estella.

I open Emma's door, and pick her up.

She whines and stirs, and I lay her head in my shoulder and pat her back.

I go up to the door, and a sleepy Jason opens it.

"You still live here?" I ask him jokingly, knowing he's also visiting.

"Emily!" He exclaims, and pulls me into a hug.

I laugh, and hug him back with my free arm.

"I need to lay the kids down. They don't wake up before eight. Neither does Alison." I laugh.

"Except for Bryn I'm guessing." He says, and throws her over his shoulder.

"Uncle Jason! Put me down!" She screeches with laughter.

"Fine. But you have to be quiet!" He tells her.

She scrunches up her nose, and runs inside the house.

"So, how's my favorite sister-in-law?" He asks me.

"Jason, I'm your only sister-in-law." I laugh.

"I know. So, need help with anything?" He asks.

"Could you get Elijah? He's on the right side if the car." I say.

"Alright." He replies, and I walk inside.

It still smells of flowers and expensive perfume after six years.

I go upstairs to the guest room, and lay Emma down.

Bryn is already in there playing on my phone that she somehow got...

I go back outside and pass Jason s he carries Eli upstairs.

I go to the car and get Ashton, and carry him up to the guest room.

"Bryn, it's six in the morning. Don't you want to go to sleep?" I ask her.

"No, thank you. I took a nap yesterday, fell asleep first, and took a nap in the car. I'm not tired." She tells me.

Jason has already laid Eli down and now he's making breakfast for Bryn, him, and me I guess.

I go outside, and take multiple trips to get all of the luggage in.

I'll get Alison last. She's never gun to else up. Unless you wake her up with morning sex. That always gets her going.

I open her door, and she stirs lightly.

"Babe, wake up." I say, not even trying to be quiet.

"No." She mumbles.

"You want to sleep in the car? ...Okay." I say, and close the door.

I walk inside and tell Jason I'm going to drive around with Alison for a little bit and to watch the kids.

I know I can trust him because he has a kid of his own.

I go back outside and get in the car.

I drive around Rosewood and stop near the entrance to The Kissing Rock.

"Alison, wake up." I say.

"No." She grumbles.

"You asked for it." I sigh, and unbuckle my seatbelt.

I smirk and climb out of my seat and straddle Alison.

"What're you doing?" She mumbles sleepily.

"I'm not doing anything. Just, you know...Morning wake up call." I say nonchalantly.

I hook my index finger and middle finger on her jeans, and pull them down to her thighs. Then I hook them on her panties, and pull them down.

I enter her with two fingers without warning and she yelps.

I thrust into her as she moans.

"Emily..."

I kiss her lips with love and passion and she bites my lip.

"Ali..." I moan.

A few minutes later, she comes undone and I take my fingers out.

I pull her underwear and jeans up, and I get back in my seat.

"Good morning, Rosewood." I say and chuckle.

"Good morning, indeed." Alison laughs.

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