The way she looks at her wife though.😭
(Alison POV)
I wake up with my arms around my girls. I decide to take a shower and make breakfast for Emily and I before we have to go to school.
I get into the bathroom, and I see the pregnancy test that Emily found out she was pregnant with. I smile and pick it up and think about how far we've come. Married, with a beautiful baby on the way. I decide that I'm going to make a memory box for the baby to look back on as she grows.
I'm done with the shower and make my way to the kitchen. I start making breakfast, scrambled eggs, some fresh fruit, and some orange juice. Just then, I feel a bump on my back and some arms wrap around my waist. I giggle to myself because I know emily is trying with that big belly of hers.
"Good morning Babe." Emily says.
"Good morning Babe." I say back and turn around to hug her.
We hug and then kiss passionately.
The kiss deepens and I slip my hand into Emilys pants. She gasps as I touch her wet center. I quickly pull out of her pants and she gives me a frustrated look.
"Ali?" She quips.
"I'm sorry, as much as I'd like to continue this, we have to get ready for school. It's currently 6:45 am and we only have 15 minutes to get ready and be to school on time." I say.
"Tease." She says and grabs breakfast.
I laugh.
"I'll make it up to you tonight." I slap her ass and wink at her as I walk to get ready and clean up a little before we leave.
"You'd better." She says and laughs.
I get ready in like 7 minutes. That gives me 8 more minutes to clean before we leave. Emily is in the bathroom getting ready. It takes her longer considering she's pregnant. I was doug the dishes when I realize she didn't take her vitamins so I put them into a little baggy to give to her on the way. I'm ready. Just waiting on Emily.
Finally she's ready and I drive us to the school.
"ALI!! ALI!!" She screams.
"EM, ARE YOU OKAY?!? WHATS WRONG?!?" I scream.
"THE BABY JUST KICKED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!" She yells.
"Omg, that's amazing! Maybe we've got a lil soccer player." I laugh. "Or maybe she'll kick her mermaid like legs swimming like her mommy."
"I wonder what her personality is going to be like." She says.
"Me too. I can't wait to meet her. She's going to be the cutest baby ever." I say.
"She probably will. The guy I had sex with was blonde haired and had blue eyes. He kinda looked like a guy version of you." She says.
"I hope she looks like him a little then." I say.
"Me too, Ali. If we would've had a sperm donor, I would've tried to find someone who looks like you." She says.
"Me too." I say.
And I continue driving and put my hand on her stomach. As we approach the school, I see Addison and her group of girls. I'm so happy that the baby won't be like me. I'd never raise her like I was raised. I never want that to happen to her. Of course, we're going to let her be her, but we want her to be the best, most truly happy and inspiring child ever. I just want them both happy and healthy.
"I love you." I say and hug her as I walk to my class.
"I love you too." She says and smiles at me.
I get to class and see that everyone is a little uneasy. I ignore it. It's probably nothing.
"What does Lockhart want you to take from 'we were Liars?" I ask.
I look around the room and see only one kid raise his hand. "I'd appreciate if you give someone else a chance, Emerson. Thank you." I say nicely.
"Uhm... Addison?" I ask as she was on her phone.
"Oh, sorry. I don't listen to lesbos." She says.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" I ask.
The bell rings and she scoffs and rolls her eyes getting up to walk out the door.
"You may think you're winning the battle, but I'll win the war." I say in a strict tone and grab her arm.
"Careful Ali, you don't want to leave bruise." She says threatening.
"It's Mrs. Fields to you."
She smirks and walks away.
The rest of the day goes by slowly.
Emily and I drive home.
"Hey em, I have an idea." I say.
"What is it?" She asks.
"We should make a memory box for our daughter." I say.
"Yeah, What should we put in it?" She asks.
"Things like pics of you pregnant, a few letters for her to read when she's old enough, the pregnancy test, pictures of her, and then do a baby book, showing her accomplishments over the years." I say.
" I love that idea! Can we start right away?" She asks.
"Yeah, let's get a big binder and make scrapbooks because I certainly enjoy looking at my baby pics and I'm sure she would too." I say.
"Yeah. I think I have a few albums in our basement." She says.
"Me too." I say.
"We're soo looking at them when we get home." She says.
"Okay." I say.
And then we drive home. I go to the basement and get the albums of mine and emily gets hers and we head back upstairs.
"Awh, Ali! You are so cute!!" Emily says.
"Thanks, so are you! Look at that cute little butt!" I say.
"That's embarrassing." She says.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before, em." I say laughing.
"True." She says laughing.
"Awh, you were such a cute newborn." I say. She really is the cutest. She got the best genes. Our baby will too.
"I can only imaging what our baby looks like." She says.
"Yeah, I didn't realize, but it's 10:00pm and we have to get up at 6:00am tomorrow so we should take showers, brush teeth and get to bed." I say.
"Okay."
We then go to bed.
"I love you, Ali." She says.
"I love you too." I say and spoon her. I love these girls more than anything.
