Emison was officially endgame in the season 7 finale.
But what happens to their lives after PLL ?
Read about how our favourite ships' families grow, through the eyes of Emily and Alison.
As well as all the best Emison flashbacks from Alison's pov...
As I look down at the photo Emily has just posted on her Instagram, I can't help but blush at her caption. Staring at my wife's picture I realise that I am the luckiest person alive. I am married to thee Emily Catherine Fields. Emily Catherine Fields-DiLaurentis. The most stunning woman I have ever set eyes on. Looking down at the photo my eyes highlight every perfection she has. Her hair is messy and it sits beautifully over one shoulder stopping just bellow her small breasts which are perfectly cupped by her bikini top. Her sexy figure is beautifully shown off as she leans over; making a kissy face. Her round sunglasses perked on the bridge of her cute button nose, one eye is covered by her shimmering hair. Her smooth thin legs are crossed over as she bounces towards me, a trail of our feet embedded into the sand behind her tanned body. In one hand she is holding a glass of champagne, which I had just poured to jokingly celebrate our suspension. Her coral bikini tied at her waist and perfectly fitted around her body, showing off just enough of her to make my mouth water but not enough to be too revealing. She looks drop dead gorgeous and the photo does nothing to show my wife's true beauty, she looks even more breathtaking in person.
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"I love your photo on Instagram Em"
"Do you like the caption?" She asks, zipping Lily's sweatshirt up
"I love it" I blush
My gorgeous brown haired wife smiles at me as she squeezes her small feet into her high-top shoes
"Ready to go for a late night hot chocolate?"
"I'm getting whipped cream with mine" Grace tells me while I tie her shoelaces
"I'm getting marshmallows" Lily screams, pulling on the handle and opening the front door
Grace throws on a thin burgundy hoodie before running out the door to join Lily at the bottom of the porch steps. Emily's plump lips curve into a smile, her gorgeous deep hazel eyes shimmer in the darkness. I can not understand how I spent so many years of my life hiding my feelings for Emily; pretending that I didn't crave the kiss of her silky vanilla lips, pretended I wasn't desperate to hold her in my arms and smell the sweet scent of her hair, pretending I wasn't head over heels in love with her - even from the age of 15 I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, I just couldn't admit it to myself.
Emily's smooth and comforting hand enfolds into mine. She grabs the keys off the cabinet and locks the door behind us. We walk to the brew in a row, hand in hand, Lily and Grace occasionally racing from street lamp to street lamp and me and Emily flirting behind them. We arrive at the brew, order our drinks and sit on the sofas under the stairs. Emily's thin fingers iced with long grey painted nails wrap around the handle of her mug. Slowly wobbling her mug towards her mouth she takes a gulp of boiling coffee, her relaxing voice complaining and laughing about the burn her tongue received. She bites down on her tongue to try relieve the pain, scraping her white teeth over her tongue, she sexily bites onto her lip.
