The next day
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Alison POV:
"Morning." Emily says to me as I come into the kitchen.
"I was wondering where the hell you went. I thought you were kidnapped or something." I joke.
Emily sticks her tongue out at me, before grabbing something from her purse on the table.
"What's this?" I ask her as she hands me a small bag.
"Are you trying to sell drugs? Emily the drug dealer. No crack!" I exclaim, and she rolls her eyes.
"Open it!" She says cheery and smiles wide.
I open up the paper bag and there's a white...Stick?
I look at Emily confused and she gestures for me to go on.
I reach my hand in the bag and hold a...Pregnancy test? With a...PLUS SIGN?!?!
"Oh my god!" I exclaim, and gasp.
"You're pregnant?!" I shout, and she nods her head so fast she pops her neck.
We had planned to have another baby, but I didn't think Emily had gotten pregnant. Obviously we agreed on a sperm donor, but I didn't think it worked.
I smile before kissing her lips.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you, too." She whispers back and puts our heads together.
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3 months later
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Alison POV:
I sit on the couch waiting for Emily to get back from her swimming class that she teaches.
I hear my phone beep, and I put peel my eyes away from the tv to look at it. I've been meeting Tate on the weekends and we just hang out.
Emily POV:
I get home from my swim class, and silently open the door, and go in the house.
I see Alison on the couch, and she's texting someone.
I quietly peek over her shoulder to see who it is, and it's someone named...Tate? Who the hell is Tate.
I read the texts.
T-Hey, we on tonight?
A-I don't know. I'll see.
T-I know you want to. 😄
A-Ugh! Fine. What time?
T-Is 7 good?
A-How about 8?
T-Fine by me.
A-Cool.
T-Bar on Lexington. 8 PM. See you them, hot stuff. 😏
I go back to the door, and open it to make it look like I just got here.
I see Alison quickly delete her messages, and out her phone down.
"Hey, babe." She says.
"Hi." I say back, and take my shoes off.
"What's wrong?" She asks me.
"Just tired." I lied.
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We go to bed that night, and I can't sleep.
All I think about is whoever Tate is.
Is Alison cheating on me?
How long has this been going on?
Eventually I fall asleep, but not without bad thoughts on my head.
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Alison POV:
I get dressed to go meet Tate at the bar.
When I get there, he has that usual smile on his face.
"Hey." I greet him.
"Hey! Wassup?!" He says.
I laugh, and order a martini and vodka soda.
I drink more than I have since in a long time, and so does Tate.
We get drunk, and have to call a cab to pick us up.
We laugh as we get in the car, and head over to his house.
"Thanks." Tate says, and pays the cab driver.
We go inside his house, and watch some movie. I don't even know which one.
I turn my head during the movie, and so does he.
We look into each others eyes, and start to lean in.
Our lips touch, but I don't feel what I feel with Emily. There's no fireworks or butterflies.
I'm immediately sober when I realize what's happening, but I don't stop it.
His soft lips against mine. His hands roaming my body. Me tangling my fingers in his hair.
He starts to lift up my shirt, but I stop him.
"I'm tired." I mumble.
He smiles, and brings me to his room.
We lay down on the bed, and cuddle until we both fall asleep.
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Emily POV:
I wake up, but Alison isn't next to me.
I search the whole house, but she isn't here. Neither is her car.
I'm about to get some cereal when I see her car pull up.
I quickly put everything back and run upstairs to our room.
I lay in the end and act like I'm asleep.
I hear her come into the room, and I can smell...Cologne?
She is cheating on me...
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This story is mostly Emison in case you haven't noticed. Sorry.
