Pregnant Little Liars

He's No 'A'ngel

Three days later
*Emily's POV*

I hardly slept a wink last night trying to decide what to do about what I saw the other night. Has Caleb been working for A this whole time? Is he the one that got me pregnant? I cant even think about that. No, I would never think about it.

At about 6:30 am, I decided to finally stop tossing and turning and get out of bed. I still hadn't made a definite decision about what I was going to do about it, but either way I needed to get up. I promised Hanna I would come over today since Caleb is "in Philly" and even though I lie about a lot of things, I'm never one to break a promise.

Breakfast was the last thing I want to think about at a time like this, but this daughter of mine thinks otherwise, so I finally settle on a piece of cold buttered toast, because I'm not sure that my stomach can handle anything else at the moment.

I eat in silence while thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for ruining my best friend's life if I decide to tell her. Maybe I just shouldn't go over to Hanna's today. I could come up with some lame excuse that I'm not feeling well, which isn't a lie because I feel like I'm about to lose the toast I just ate any second now!

Somehow, I manage to down the rest of my toast and a glass of juice without spewing it across the kitchen table. As soon as I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I head out to my car. I don't have to be to Hanna's for another hour, but I'm sick of pacing nervously around the house, so I convince myself to leave. Maybe I could go to the brew and visit with Talia for a bit to kill some time. Then again, I'm not really in the mood to visit with anybody at the moment.

I could take a walk for a while, but I don't really want to risk bumping into someone I know. Rosewood is a small town, so it's nearly impossible to not run into someone familiar while out on a walk. Ten minutes later I find myself listening to the radio and driving aimlessly around the streets of Rosewood.

Just as I'm rounding the same corner for the millionth time, my phone buzzes. I take my eyes off of the road for all of two seconds to read the incoming text.

What's it gonna be Em?  Tell Hanna her hot stuff isn't as hot as she thought, or watch her suffer the consequences of my wrath? It's up to you. -A

I almost drive off the road after reading that, and the sickening feeling returns, but this time it won't go away. Horns blast at me as I try to regain control of the wheel while trying not to hurl. I finally give up and park on the side of the road, across from the floral shop on 59th street.

Hanna's gonna hate me, I think over and over in my head. This is going to absolutely break her. Caleb and her are so happy together. They just moved, they have a brand new healthy baby girl, and they are getting married in exactly two months and nine days from now. I'm going to ruin it all for them. I'm going to tarnish their relationship, call off the wedding, and leave poor Ashley fatherless all because of what I saw. Why did this have to happen to me of all people? Hasn't A put me through enough trauma already?

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to swallow the bile rising in my throat. Finally, it goes away. I breathe a sigh of relief and maneuver my way back onto the road. By now it's about time to head to Hanna's, so I start heading in the direction of their house, worrying all the way.

***

"Look at all the babies together!" Aria exclaims. Ian and Lucy had just learned to sit up and are playing contently on the floor. Troy and Keegan are laying next to them on their tummies, and Ashley, being only one week old, is sound asleep in her swing.

"Aren't they adorable?" Spencer gushes.

"When's your little one coming?" Hanna asks, looking over to me.