Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 47: Strike Three

Juan year later - 2021

Hanna POV:
"Babe, have you seen Lucas's shoes?" I call out to Caleb.

"They're on the window seat!" He yells back from the shower.

We had a son and his name is Lucas Caleb Rivers. He's two years old and is just like me.

Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Calum are in a band and their name is 5 Seconds of Summer and they are famous. We get invited to all of the parties that they go to, so we're practically famous, too.

"Come on, baby. We'll meet daddy there." I say, and grab Lucas's small hand.

"Bye, babe!" I yell.

"Bye! See you later! Love you!"

"I love you, too!" I shout.

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Emily POV:
"Bryn stop hitting your brother!" I hear Alison shout.

"He took my toy!" Bryn whines.

"I don't care. Stop." Alison says.

"I don't like you." Bryn says, and she runs into mine and Alison's bedroom.

"That wasn't very nice." I say to Bryn as I fix my hair and make up.

"Mommy isn't very nice." Bryn mumbles.

"And you say they don't like you more." Alison says annoyed.

"They love you. You just manage to get on their very last nerve." I joke with a smirk on my face.

Bryn crawls onto the bed, and lays down on my side.

"Mama, please you snuggle wid me?" Bryn asks.

"We need to get ready for the party, baby." I say to her.

"Ugh! I don't wanna go to da party!" She groans, and throws herself back onto the bed.

"I tired of parties." Ash says, walking into the bedroom with Eli trailing behind me him.

I laugh, and sit down on the bed.

"Mama! Up!" Eli says and tugs on my jeans.

I pick him up, and throw him into the air, making him screech with laughter.

"We won't stay there all night. Just for a few hours." Alison says, and lays down.

Eli laughs, and crawls over to Alison.

"Ma!" He shrieks, and pokes her nose as he drools on her.

"Ew!" Bryn mumbles.

"You used to do that." I tell her.

"Das gross." She mutters.

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Alison POV:
"I'm going to get drunk tonight. I'm going to have fun." I tell Luke.

"You do that." He laughs.

I smile, and grab a shot from the bar.

20 minutes later, I'm totally shit faced. My vision is blurry, and my eyes are heavy.

Emily POV:
"Mama, where mommy?" Ash asks me. Eli is in a carrier on my chest, and the twins are on my hips.

"I have no idea, baby." I say.

I scan the room, and see her dancing with Michael.

"Why the hell would they have a bar here?" I say out loud, angrily.

"Strike one." Bryn says, holding a finger up in my face.

If I get three strikes, then I buy them ice cream. I'm supposed to be 'nice with my language' as Alison says.

"Sorry." I tell her and walk towards Alison.

"Hey, babe." I say to her.

"Oh, hey Emily!" She says.

"What the hell? I thought we weren't going to drink tonight...?" I say kind of angry.

"Strike two." Ash says to me.

"That was until I tried the vodka soda. It's really good." She slurs.

"Okay. Well, I think it's time to go." I say.

"But I don't wanna." She whines.

"Alison, get your ass outside. Now." I order.

"Strike three!" The twins say in unison.

"Fine." She mumbles.

We go outside, and I put the kids in their car seats.

"Get in the car." I say to Alison.

She stumbles to get up, and I have to help her get in the car.

"Ice cream!" Bryn exclaims.

We drive to McDonalds, and I get four hot fudge sundaes. And some fries for Alison.

The twins finish their sundaes by the time we get home, and I put them and Eli to bed.

Alison takes mine and her sundaes, and goes to our bedroom.

When I walk in there, she's laying on the bed naked.

"What are you doing?" I ask her.

"I'm horny." She says simply and shrugs.

I bet an idea, and I strip down to nothing.

I grab her sundae and spoon, an trail he ice cream down her abdomen.

"That's cold!" Alison giggles.

"Stay still!" I laugh.

MATURE CONTENT

She obeys, and I lick the ice cream off all the way up to her boobs, and down to her center.

"Emily..." Alison moans as I lick the ice cream off her inner thighs.

I smile, and plunge into her with my tongue.

"Emily!" She yelps.

She bucks her hips, and I grab them, holding her down on the bed.

"Oh, God! Em!" She moans, and tangles her hands in my hair.

"Let's change things up a bit, yeah?" I ask, lifting my bed up.

"Emily!" She groans.

"What?" I laugh.

"Finish please!"

"Hold on." I say with a smirk.

I go into the bathroom, and grab the strap-on Hanna bought for us.

I put it on, and back out to Alison.

"What the hell?" She laughs, and throws her head back.

I smile a devilish smile, and thrust into her with the strap-on.

"AH! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK!" Alison yells, and claws my back.

"You're so hot when you swear during sex." I whisper huskily in her ear.

"M-Maybe..." She pauses and grunts as I thrust harder into her. "Maybe I should do that more often." She says, and let's out a throaty moan.

"Faster." She says out of breath.

I do as she says, and pump in and out of her faster.

"Yes! R-Right there!" She moans.

Her nails go deep into my skin, and I groan from the feeling of pain and pleasure.

"Holy, shit!" She yells.

"EMILY!" She screams as she reaches her high, but I don't stop.

I thrust into her harder, faster, and deeper.

"AHH! GOD DAMN IT, EMILY!" She shouts, and a loud string of loans escape from her mouth.

She shuts her eyes tight as her second orgasm hits her.

"E-EMILY! OH, GOD! R-RIGHT THE-THERE! Oh, God! Yes!"

"Strike three. You're out." Alison says as I pull out of her.