What He Left (Hannily)

19: Alone Time

Hanna's POV

"Emily, wake up." I shake Emily's unconscious body and her eyes open slightly. "Hey, you passed out. I don't think you should drink that much anymore." I laugh a little and she yawns.
All of a sudden, something clicks inside her and she bolts upright.
"The twins. Where are they?" She throws the covers off of herself and bolts out of the room.
"Em, they're fine!" I run after her.
She runs downstairs and sees Aria and Spencer playing with the babies.
"Are they okay? What happened?" She pries.
"Em, calm down. You just a little too much to drink last night, so we put you to bed." Spencer explains. Emily sighs with relief and Alison walks in with breakfast for her.
She holds her stomach in pain and then her head.
"Here, eat this. You'll feel better." Ali sets the plate on the table and Aria moves over so she can sit down.
"Wait, did they eat?" Emily gestures towards the kids and Spencer nods.
"We found the breast milk that was in the freezer and fed them each a bottle last night, and this morning before you woke up." Aria says.
Emily seems to fully relax after that, and she starts eating her food.
When I see that she's finished her meal, I go upstairs and get ready for work.
I come back downstairs, and Emily has her eyes glued on her laptop, and she's typing furiously.
"Got a report due?" I laugh and she nods quickly, I almost don't notice it.
"Well I'm going to work. I'll be home around 6:15 or so." I say goodbye to everyone and before I set my other foot outside of the door, Emily's hand shoots out and pulls me to her lips.
I smile at how quickly she ran over here, just to say goodbye to me.
"Have a good day Hanna." She whispers, inches from my face.
Butterflies explode in my stomach at the sound of my name in her mouth.
She pulls herself back into the house and closes the door.
I carefully make my way to the car, trying my best not to slip on the ice that formed over the course of the night. December is definitely not my favorite month.
I make it to work at 7:56, four minutes early.

Emily's POV

I finally finish my stupid English report and I can focus on the important thing about today.
The twins are two months old! It feels like yesterday when I was sweating my ass off, and pushing two watermelons out of my vagina.
I close my laptop and crawl over to the other side of the couch where Spencer has both of my babies on each of her knees.
I extend my arms for her to give them to me and she complies. She sets then in my arms and I kiss both of their foreheads.
"I love you both so much." I say and feel my tears start rising, blurring my vision.
One of them falls on Ollie's hand and he sticks it in his mouth. I laugh and he grins up at me, toothless and heart melting.
I look at Quinn who's eyes are barely open, and soon they're shut completely. Once I glance back at Ollie, he's asleep as well.
"Better go put them down for a nap." I say and get off of the couch. My headache suddenly returns and I sit back down quickly.
"Woah, Em." Spencer places a hand on my back. "Do you need me to take them?" She asks, gesturing toward the babies.
"Thanks Spence." I gently hand them to her.
I watch as she carefully walks up the steps and disappears into the hallway.
I sigh and lay back on the couch, thinking; about the kids, Hanna, my dad, Ben. All these thoughts are swirling my mind and I feel overwhelmed. My thoughts seem to travel to my stomach, churning and stirring it.
I sprint to the bathroom and make it just in time. All of my breakfast comes up, including some of the vodka from last night. I groan as another wave of nausea hits.
Someone, and I don't bother to see who, comes into the bathroom and hold my hair back in a ponytail.
I get sick three more times, and eventually there isn't anything left to throw up so I'm just dry heaving exhaustedly over the toilet.
I vow here and now that until my children are out of the house, I will not get that drunk again. I start to feel the guilt of last night's events and I groan.
Aria, I can tell by her perfume, rubs my back and I smile up at her. She giggles and takes some toilet and wipes the corners of my mouth.
I stand cautiously and hug her.
Then, I order her to leave so I can clean myself up.
I brush my hair and teeth, and reapply my makeup that got smudged during my puke session.
I exit the bathroom and anxiously avoid checking on the twins.
They were just put down for a nap, Emily. They're fine.
I try to convince myself but its no use, so I walk up to the nursery and recline in the rocking chair set neatly next to the crib.
I admire the soft, gentle features of my adorable babies and soon my eyelids start drooping. I relax every strained or tensed muscle in my body until I'm positive that if someone walked in right now I would look dead to them.
Soon, unconsciousness takes over my body and my dreams start playing in my head.