Private Pregnancy (an emison fanfic)

Chapter Eight.

Alison's POV

Everything's starting to feel more real and if I'm honest a little less scary, I mean I was a little girl before so I'll know how to make her smile. It'll be easy and I'll make a much better mum than my mum ever did, I'll care for her- take her shopping teach her about boys.

Come to think of it, it's kind of like the way I look after the girls. I've always been more mature than them and taught them about kissing and stuff and I guess they turned out alright... Who am I kidding it's going to be nothing like that, my baby's going to like me, popular, beautiful. Everything! - minus the teenage pregnancy but that's besides the point.

'Alison I'm so happy for you!' Grace laughs, god she's beautiful.

'Thanks.. A lot, for everything!'

'My pleasure!' She giggles, a prominent dimple appears upon her cheek.

Without thinking I lean forward and push a kiss to it. I pull back staring at her plump pink lips, I see them twitch slightly eager for me to touch them.

'I'm sorry..' I groan

'We need to sort this out, you're driving me insane..' She huffs with frustration.

'Driving? I think you mean riding.' I wink playfully.

'Don't get sexual Alison.' She shoots a warning stare in a joking manner.

I look at the time and some how it's just gone 4 o'clock.

That's not the only thing to catch my attention on my screen I have messages from each of the girls.

'You're worry Em sick fucking answer Alison.. We're worried ~Hanna'

'Emily told me that was too harsh and said I have to apologise.. I'm not sorry though, you're scaring us. Answer Asap ~ Hanna'

I roll my eyes at the blondes messages, she's all talk as soon as we see each other again she'll be trailing behind me like a lost puppy.

I scroll to my next message,

'I heard you went to the hospital.. I hope everything's okay, text me when you get this! ~Aria🐻'

Why she signed her message with a bear I haven't a clue but at least she was nicer than Hanna but in all fairness she's always been the timid one out of the girls.

'Where are you? -S'

I laugh to myself 'S'.. Spencer Hasting.. A real smart ass but she hasn't a clue what she's doing, she types like she has a time limit, always short and abrupt. I ignore the message as I did with the others and reluctantly open the last one,

'Hey Als, if you want me to pick you up afterwards just call me! Hope everything's okay, I Love you! ❤️

'I'm sorry I'm bugging you I'm just worried.. Are you okay?❤️'

'Babe.. You've been gone for 2hours I'm really scared..'

'Alison, please answer your phone!'

That was the last message from Emily.. It was sent half an hour ago. I open up my call log and check the missed calls, I have 23 in total from each of the girls and then one from my brother Jason. I close all the tabs open on my phone and huff.

'I think I need to go see Em, she seems pissed.' I inform Grace rolling my eyes.

'Yeah Abi just text me as well..'

'When will I see you again?' I ask, I need to see her more than every so many months.

'I don't know.. Text me okay?'

I nod in response before pecking her on the cheek as she leaves.

Now for the worst part I think to myself sliding all evidence of my baby into the envelope and sliding it under my pillow.

The next thing I do is slump on my bed and call Em, wait for the ringer to start I slide a chewing gum into my mouth.

'Hello... Alison, where are you, what's happened, what's wrong?' My girlfriend gushes her voice thick with worry.

I can't help but slip a small chuckle 'Nothing's wrong, you worry too much..'

'Worry too much? Ali, I thought something happened to you!'

'Well it didn't did it? So maybe you need to calm down!' I snap.

'Why are you being such a bitch? You're so wrapped up in your own life.. The worst part is I'm meant to be a part of that life, everyone is.. Even your family! I bet you didn't even call Jason to see why was wrong. Did you? Well let me enlighten you Alison, he got a call from the hospital because your dad had a stroke.' Her voice is dry, I've never heard her like this before.

'M-my dad?' I have spoke to my dad for the past year after he called me a whore and said my mother would be disappointed in me after that I had collected all my fundings I had saved and started work to get my own house.. This is why I'm so mature for my age.

'Is he okay?' I squeak.

A long sigh comes down the phone. 'I don't know Ali but I think that's for you to find out..'

'That's not fair, I haven't spoken to him for years!' I defend, she can't expect me to do this.

'Well here's your chance. You can't expect me to check on your family, you'll have a family of your own one day- maybe with maybe not but if you're like this when you do I'm sorry but I'm going to feel pretty sorry for them.' Did she seriously just say that?

I feel a pang in my chest, I can't be like this.. I need to talk to my dad, not for me but for my little girl.

'I'm going to see him.' I declare down the phone.

'Goodluck.. I'm only saying this because I care, I Love you Alison.'

'I know.. I Love you Emily.'

I hang up and put my hand on my stomach.

'Time to see what's up isn't it little one.' I coo as if my child can hear me.

I need to stop this oh my, I refuse to be one of those really annoying mums.

I slip my boots on and leave the house.

This is going to go one of two ways and I think I know which way it's going..