Private Pregnancy (an emison fanfic)

Chapter Four

Alison's POV

An hour passes and I'm barely ready. I've spent the majority of the time standing in the shower thinking about how I'm going to tell Emily.

I'm not sure what's worse to be honest, the fact I'm going to be a teen mum or that I don't know who the dad is.

Sighing I curl my hair and finish of my golden smokey make up with a red lipstick. I shrug on a tight fitted black dress which I know Emily loves because it flashes my cleavage and sets high up on my thigh. She'd never admit how it makes her feel but you can tell by how her eyes rake up and down my body when I wear it.

I check my phone and there's a text from Em I open it and read that she's going to be 10minutes late. Perfect! I tap the 'safari' logo on my sleek iPhone and hurry to google. 'Rosewood Hospital Maternity Unit phone number.' I search. Seeing the number I want I make the dreaded phone call.

A cheery woman answers 'Hello Rosewood Maternity Unit,  Vanessa speaking how can I help you?' She sings.

'Hi, uh.. I'd like to book an appointment, I think I'm pregnant, well I know I am.. I think. I'm sorry can I just book a scan please?'

I hear a slight giggle down the phone. 'Of course, can I take a name please?'

'Yeah, it's Alison, Alison Dilaurentis'

'Okay Mrs Dillow-'

I cut the woman off. 'No sorry, it's Dilaurentis! D-I-L-A-U-R-E-N-T-I-S. Oh and it's Miss, I'm not married.'

'Oh I'm terribly sorry Miss Dilaurentis. I can book you in for two weeks time?' She informs me. Two weeks?! I can't wait two weeks...

'Uh have you got anything earlier like ASAP?' I ask.

'Of course! The earliest we have is tomorrow at 11:45am, is that okay?'

'Brilliant thank you!' I scribble down the time of the appointment on my hand.

'Okay, can we take a few details now Miss Dilaurentis to make your appointment faster tomorrow?'

'Yeah.'

'What's your birth year?'

'1999' I respond. The phone line goes quiet.

'I'm sorry Miss Dilaurentis, I think I misheard you. Did you say 1999? That means you're only 17?'

'16, my birthday is in December.' I correct her.

'Oh.. I'm sorry, what's your postcode?'

'RW24 6A5' this phone call suddenly feels tense.

'Okay that's it. Miss Dilaurentis, I know young pregnancies can be hard so we suggest you bring your career or parent with you to the scan.'

'No no that's fine I'll come alone.'

'Miss-'

'I said I'll come alone. Now is the appointment sorted?' I snap.

'Yes, it's for 11:45am tomorrow please try and arrive at least 5minutes before to book in. Thank you!'

With that I put the phone down. I'm not being judged for my age. I'm sixteen not six for goodness sake.

With that the doorbell rings. I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder and slip on my think black heels and walk to the door.

'Alison... Woah.' Emily gasps.

'If you're a good girl you can see a bit more later.' I wink. Her response comes out as a shakey breath.

We walk to the car locking my door behind me. Emily drives us to some fancy restaurant where we take our seats and order some food. I stay simple with a chicken Caesar salad and Emily goes for steak.

Eating in a comfortable silence a give Em a warm smile.

'This is the best date night.' I tell her.

'Well remember, if you're a good girl it'll only get better.' A playful smirk plays on her lips.

At the end of the meal the waiter brings us a complimentary bottle of wine. I guess looks can be perceiving, from a glance you wouldn't think we were 16 and 17.

'Thank you' my girlfriend smiles.

'My pleasure!' The man nods.

I start to open the wine when it dawns on me, pregnant people can't drink alcohol. I need to get used to this pregnancy shit.

'I won't have any babe, I'm not feeling it.' I lie.

'You sure?' In response I just nod.

Half a bottle of wine later and Emily's starting to get giggly, light weight.

'Babe we need to go get you home.' I chuckle.

We pay the bill and I drive us back to Emily's.

Walking into the kitchen I make a cup of coffee for Emily. That's until I'm interrupted by the warm kisses on my neck.

'Em' I groan.

'I told you if you were a good girl it'd get better.' She whispers unzipping my dress. I bite my lip to hold myself back.

I control myself until my dress gathers in a puddle at my feet.

'Holy shit.' The brunette smiles hungrily at me.

Stepping towards her she clasps my hips.

'Baby...' She manages to groan.

I lean into her sucking softly on her delicate neck. Her hands start to freely roam my body creating the stirring tension in my stomach.

As time ticks by and the house is now empty of our moans and whines we're left with the aroma of what can only be described as Love.