Some places are like people, some shine and some don’t. I guess you could say the Overlook Hotel here has something about it that’s like shining.
The Shining (1980) dir. by Stanley Kubrick
Can you give us the tiniest little paragraph of little sam and Ali? Pls?
How about a few paragraphs?
Winter is right around the corner. Enjoy.
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The first time their son had seen snow he was confused. Their yard looked like an unfinished painting with remnants of the world of colors buried beneath a blanket of white.
Alison had bundled him up in several layers of clothes. Emily had teased her after the overly-protective blonde wrapped him up like he was getting ready to face a wintry apocalypse.
He looked like a little butterball baby. His winter coat made him look puffy, and when the hood was pulled up over his head his face nearly disappeared beneath it.
He kicked his little snow boots into Alison’s side as she carried him outside into the crisp cool air. She walked down the porch steps carefully, watching her footing as she descended into the yard.
Sam looked at the surroundings, baffled,
“Where sun, mom-my?” He looked up into the sky.
He’d had a fascination with the sun and the moon for months. He threw tantrums when he couldn’t see them. But the snow distracted him from his normal fixation.
“It’s snowing, Sammy. See?” She pointed to the light feathery snowflakes floating down around them.
A snowflake landed on his eyelash and he blinked it away and giggled. He was a giggly baby. He loved to laugh. He laughed when his sisters made faces at him. He laughed when Emily pretended he was an airplane and sent him soaring through the sky. He laughed when he splattered food all over Alison. He thought everything was funny.
“He’s got my dad’s sense of humor,” Emily always said.
Sam reached out trying to grasp at the falling snowflakes with his tiny gloved hands. He flipped his glove over and watched as white flecks appeared and then quickly disappeared.
“Where’d snow go?” he murmured, tapping his palm, mesmerized by the magic act.
The little flurries were slowly starting to turn into larger clumps of big wet flakes that started sticking to his jacket.
He looked at Alison, unsure of what he was supposed to do. She titled her head back and stuck her tongue out to catch a snowflake.
Sam seemed more interested in sticking his fingers in her mouth than he was interested in the snow. But she continued to repeat the process until he mimicked it. He didn’t quite grasp what he was doing so it looked like he was licking the air.
He squirmed in her arms.
“Down, down.” He was starting to get restless. He wanted to play.
Alison leaned down, squatting over the ground. The second his boots crunched against the frozen ground he let out a squeal of delight. He lifted his foot and stomped down hard and watched the imprints left by his boots.
He shifted down to his knees and buried his gloves into the snow. He could feel the temperature difference.
He looked up at Alison in surprise, a delightful smile on his face.
“Cold.” It was like a brand new revelation to him. He was so excited.
“Brrrr.” Alison pretended to shiver.
He smiled and loudly exclaimed, “BBBBBURRRRRRRRR!!!”
He scooped up a handful of the soppy frozen stuff and immediately brought it up to his mouth to taste it. Alison laughed when he scrunched his face up because of how cold it was against his lips. His little body bunched up and he shivered like he’d just experienced brain freeze for the first time in his life.
He smacked his lips together and made a face. Then he looked at his mother.
“Mom-my, ice cream?” He innocently extended his arm and pushed the snow towards Alison’s lips.
Homemade ice cream sounded like a great idea. She had seen something in a science classroom at school about how kids were planning to make their own ice cream out of snow. It would be a great activity for them as a family.
He didn’t give Alison an opportunity to politely decline his request. Instead he shoved the snow into her face like he was a groom on his wedding day smearing cake all over his love’s face.
All Alison could do was laugh.
“Thanks, buddy.”
Sam brushed the snow off of his hands and then started waddling around the yard. He started yelling excited nonsense into the air, flinging his arms around and laughing.
Alison stood up and walked along behind him, watching as her little explorer prodded at the new and exciting winter mix.
He turned around and exclaimed something in gibberish. Then he picked up some snow and flung it at her. She retaliated by tossing some of it back at him. He squealed in excitement and started to run away.
He collapsed on to his knees and started digging like a puppy, sending white flurries flying everywhere. Then he laid down on his belly and pushed his face into the snow. When he emerged his face was covered in the frozen substance. He wiped it off with his gloves and then licked his lips.
“You like the snow, Sammy?” Alison asked.
“SNOW!!!!!!” He screamed loudly with a huge grin on his face. It was like a toddler war cry.
He went from exploring to destroying, kicking snow everywhere. He mimicked a monster growl that he’d seen on a TV show his sisters had been watching.
“Mama play,” he insisted, running over to grab Alison’s leg. “Mama play!” He scooped up a pile of snow and smeared it against her pants.
She crouched down to his level and made a little snowball and then gently tossed it at his chest. It bounced off of his coat. Sam leaned down and grabbed a glob of snow and threw it at her before taking off running again.
They chased each other for a solid five minutes. When Alison caught up to him his little cheeks were bright red. He was laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes.
Alison fell to the ground next to him and showed him how to make a snow angel. He enthusiastically kicked his arms and legs. His snow angel came out looking more like a lopsided snow puppet, but he didn’t care.
He sat up and looked at the tree next to him. Several little icicles had formed. He pushed himself to his feet and stared at nature’s creation. He oohed and ahhed.
“Pretty.” He pointed at the icicle.
His wild nature slowly turned into a gentle curiosity. He wandered away from his mother, peering at new sights and sounds.
Alison stood up and dusted herself off. She heard shuffling from behind her. A few seconds later Emily was standing next to her with two cups of hot cocoa in her hands.
“Thanks.” Alison took the warm mug with an appreciative smile.
They glanced at their little boy. He was kneeling next to a single flower that had survived the first freeze.
“You two looked like you were having a blast.” Emily put her arm around Alison’s shoulder.
“He is wild.” Alison chuckled. “I think we’ve created a snow monster.”
Emily watched their little boy. He was telling the flower how pretty and brave it was for living in the snow. He was a mindful child. He always had been.
“We created something beautiful.” Emily replied, smiling at Sam.
Sam turned around and saw his mothers talking. When he made eye contact with Emily his little bright blue eyes sparkled in delight, lighting up in excitement. Now he had both of his mommies to play with him in the snow.
He crawled to his feet and then barreled towards his mothers. They leaned down, ready for his embrace. He leaped into Emily’s arms while trying to grasp at Alison’s neck to snuggle up to both of them at once.
“Mommies,” he cooed happily.
He tenderly pecked each of their cheeks and smiled. And like the snow against any hot surface, they both melted.
Imagine if like one of the girls probably spencer is still next door neighbour to em and Ali and Ali is alone when she goes into labor with Sam em is out with the twins or somethin and like she knxoxks on Spencer’s door and she’s like whats up and Ali is like baby coming now I need a drive lol, maybe even ending up having the baby in the car jajajaj
I’ve had a few requests for a Spalison prompt and one very sweet person who offered to even pay me for it. I’m not really great when it comes to exchanging fics for cash, so I’m actually doing this free of charge unless people feel like donating to my Ko-fi.
It’s an Emison within a Spalison within an Emison…AU future-ish prompt? It’s insanely long, so I am posting the full length prompt on Fanfiction instead, but the first snippet is here. Link will be at the end of the snippet.
The “Read More” tag is there for a reason (rating). Just a fair warning. Also, if you’re on mobile, I don’t think the “Read More” works, so if you’re a follower, but not a PLL fanfic reader just scroll past and ignore. :-)
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Alison couldn’t move. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She was panting so hard that she thought she might pass out. She gripped the sheets and cried out, her back arching and her muscles tensing.
She tried to remember her Lamaze exercises as she worked to regain control of her lung functions. Another one hit her and she was right back where she started. She was seeing stars.
She finally got her bearings after a few minutes. Her body relaxed against the mattress.
Emily crawled up from under the covers, a huge smile on her face. She saw the serene look on Alison’s face. She moved up to kiss her, their lips gently meeting for a soft peck. Alison could feel the smugness radiating off of her wife.
“Don’t you fucking gloat.” Alison warned her.
“I told you I could make it a trifecta.” Emily winked at her. She threaded her fingers into Alison’s hair.
When Emily looked at her with such soft affection Alison felt like she was melting. Every time Alison looked into Emily’s eyes she could see her wife falling even more deeply in love with her, and it made Alison feel the same.
Emily had a way about her. She had the biggest heart that Alison had ever seen. She looked at the world in a bright and peculiar way, which is what Alison loved about her. She loved her sunny optimist. The brunette had her dark days, but at her core Emily wanted to believe in the good in the world. It’s one of the qualities that made her such an amazing mother and partner.
“How are you feeling?” Emily kissed the side of Alison’s jaw.
She moved her hand down to Alison’s swollen belly. The baby was a week overdue, and Alison had about had it with their son overstaying his welcome in her uterus. Emily had taken the week off of work because she knew he could come at any moment. And she wanted to make sure they had everything ready for him. She also wanted to make sure her wife’s every need was attended to.
“Normally I’d appreciate all this attention, but I’ve only got so much stamina.” Alison touched Emily’s bare waist.
“I know. But the doctor said that stimulation could help induce the labor.”
“She also said that I should eat spicy foods and walk around a lot, and that just gave me heartburn and made my feet swell.” She pushed her lips out in a pout. They felt bruised and swollen.
“Luckily this comes with minimal side effects.” Emily winked. “Ready to go again?”
“I never thought I’d say this, but my vagina needs a break. I need to recharge my battery. Just plug me in and let me power up.” Alison splayed her arms out and huffed out a sigh.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her head was still spinning. It was amazing that after over ten years of marriage Emily still knew how to take her breath away.
The bed shuffled. Something warm tickled her stomach. Emily’s lips were so tender against her skin that Alison could feel the love in her motions. Alison opened her eyes and smiled down at her.
Emily loved kissing her belly. She loved feeling connected to their son. Emily gently kissed her baby bump again and put an open palm against Alison’s stomach. She peered up at the blonde.
“I can’t wait to meet him.” She rubbed circles against Alison’s skin.
Alison loved how nurturing she was. She had such an unwavering amount of love in her heart, especially when it came to their children. She watched quietly as Emily spoke softly to their baby boy. He usually came to life when he heard his Mama. Alison loved feeling him dance around in excitement, because she felt the same way about her wife. She felt like dancing every time she was in Emily’s orbit.
“Do me a favor and tell your son he needs to vacate these premises immediately.” Alison laid her palm on the other side of her belly. It was hard and tight and still gleaming with sweat.
“You heard your mother.” Emily spoke softly to her unborn son. “It’s time to come out.”
They felt a flutter of movement as the baby moved around. After a few seconds, he was still.
“Now he’s just mocking me.” Alison sat up.
No matter what position she was in she was uncomfortable. The baby felt like he was taking up every inch of her body. She looked down at her stomach. She was retaining water. She frowned.
“I look like a balloon.” She pouted.
“A beautiful shiny balloon.” Emily rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow. “One I must say that I enjoy playing with.”
“Seriously, I’m hideous. How can you find me attractive right now?” Alison poked her belly.
The insecurity had gotten harder for her once the mood swings had started, but Emily never once faltered in her stride. She had watched Alison’s body change and grow, and she was in awe of it.
“Because you’re carrying our son. You’re giving him life.” Emily slowly sat up. She cupped Alison’s cheek. “You…” She pecked her lips, “…are the most beautiful mother…” Another kiss, “…and lover I could have ever asked for.”
Blood rushed to Alison’s cheeks. Her entire body flashed in heat. No matter how low her mood seemed to get, Emily always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. It was the magic of her wife.
“You’re just saying that so I don’t get sad and eat my weight in pickles and ice cream.” She’d started craving weird things in her seventh month of pregnancy.
“If you want pickles and ice cream I will go out and buy every carton of Ben & Jerry’s and all the Gherkins in the store. You just say the word.”
Alison smiled at Emily’s determination. She knew how lucky she was to have the brunette. Emily had been the calming center in the middle of the chaos of pregnancy. But even before then, Emily had always been sensitive to her needs. She was the most nurturing person Alison had ever met. And she was lucky enough to have her every day for the rest of their lives.
Alison grasped Emily’s cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She gently held Emily’s face as their eyes met.
“You’re so sweet.” Alison’s nose brushed Emily’s.
“And you are…” Emily took her time eyeing Alison’s body, “…very aesthetically pleasing.”
“Oh my God, you dork.” Alison fell back against the headboard in laughter. “Who says that kind of thing?”
The teasing smile on Emily’s face slowly faded into a genuine look of adoration. Alison loved seeing the subtle changes in her eyes. Her eyes told the full story of what was going on in her head.
Emily splayed her hand against Alison’s stomach and slowly moved it up against her body. She took her time appreciating her curves. Her palm landed against the side of her neck. Her fingertips curled against the top of her spine. Alison felt sparks of pleasure shooting throughout her entire body.
When Emily touched her Alison could tell that it wasn’t just hormones or pheromones or that they constantly craved one another. It was that her pregnancy had opened Emily’s eyes further to her inner beauty, something Alison had trouble sharing, because it made her vulnerable. But over the years she’d learned to let Emily in. The vulnerabilities that had come with marriage, and especially pregnancy, had brought an additional layer of intimacy between them.
“I mean it, Alison.” Emily reached for Alison’s hand, threading their fingers together. “All I see when I look at you is your strength and your endurance and your sensual prowess. And it’s the sexiest thing in the world. You are always beautiful in my eyes. Always.”
When Emily told her she was beautiful, Alison believed it. She knew that once she was holding her son in her arms, Emily’s son…it would prove to be worth it.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” Alison put her palm against Emily’s neck.
“I think I heard you shout it a few times in the middle of the first time…”
Alison playfully smacked her. Emily was being so cocky, which she loved. And truthfully, she’d earned the right to be cocky. Because she was amazing in all aspects.
“I’m serious.” Alison slid her hand up against Emily’s jaw, tracing her fingers against her strong jaw line. “You’re so wonderful. I really love you, Emily. I wasted so much time not telling you that. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without you…without your love. You…” She felt a knot in her throat, but she managed to swallow it, “You never gave up on me. After everything I did…you’re still here.”
She blinked back her tears. She’d spent years thinking she wasn’t worthy of love, least of all Emily’s love. But Emily was determined to love her, and because of that Alison was able to open herself up to her love...and she’d been able to return that love to her wife tenfold.
“We’re not kids anymore.” Emily reminded her. “You’re not that person anymore. I’m not who I used to be either.” She reached up and wiped away a trace of a tear underneath Alison’s right eye. “My dad taught me a long time ago that relationships require work, and that when two people are truly in love…” She cradled Alison’s cheek, “There is no such thing as giving up.” She smiled warmly at her wife. “I will always be there for you.”
“Me too.” Alison nodded in agreement. She sighed happily. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You deserve the whole world.”
“I’ve got it.” Emily’s entire world was Alison.
They met for a kiss. It started out innocent. It was slowly becoming something more when an alarm pierced the air and startled them.
Emily rolled over and reached out to grab her phone. Her eyes widened when she saw the time.
“Crap.” She sat up, wrapping the sheet around her body. “I’ve got to pick the girls up from soccer practice.”
“We should make them walk. It builds character.” Alison reached for Emily, trying to pull her back into their embrace.
Emily sat up and leaned over, grabbing her pants off of the floor. She quickly threw her shirt on. She twisted back around and gave Alison a kiss on the forehead.
“To be continued.” She touched her cheek. She put her hands on Alison’s stomach and pressed her lips against her baby bump. “Don’t you dare make your big debut without me.” She ordered her unborn son, not knowing at the time just how foreshadowing those words would be. She looked at Alison. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Emily rushed out to go pick up their twins. Alison couldn’t get comfortable in bed. Her back was killing her. She hadn’t slept in days. Emily stayed up with her a lot, giving her massages and trying to help with her discomfort. Alison really felt her absence when she wasn’t around.
She got up and put on a nightgown. She stopped and peered at herself in the mirror. She held her stomach in her hands, observing her side profile. She really couldn’t see what Emily saw in her. She looked bloated, blotchy, and tired. She rubbed her back, quietly deciding that making herself some tea might help with the stiff muscles.
She made the mistake of leaving her phone on her nightstand.
Good morning! I was wondering if you could write a little Sam and Pam and the twins interaction? Or maybe Pam meeting the baby and learning his middle name is Wayne?? Or something? Por favor??? Gracias
Enjoy
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Even though it had been a long night, Emily couldn’t stop staring at her son. It had only been hours since his birth. And she was so insanely in love that she couldn’t stand it. His birth had been different than the twins.
Emily and Alison had been wrestling with some wildly conflicting emotions when Lily and Grace had been born. The only people who knew the origins of Alison’s first pregnancy were their best friends. Emily had never told her mother the truth about what Alex Drake had done to her and Alison.
The pregnancy had been tough on both of them. They’d had lives thrust upon them that neither one of them asked for…against their consent. Deciding to have the babies had been a difficult choice.
But after months of depression and hours of labor they fell in love with them. That was the thing about babies. They had a way of making the entire world stop for just a moment. The idea that life could create something so amazing and innocent was an incredible notion. Babies were so pure and malleable. Watching a child seeing the world around them for the very first time was eye-opening.
The moment Lily took her first breath Alison felt like the world fell away, and her baby girl was the only thing she saw. The moment that Grace had latched on to Emily’s finger Emily didn’t care about anything else in the world.
The day their twins had been born their mothers had become putty in their hands.
Emily’s mother fell in love with them the instant she met them. She was the only grandparent they would ever have. And she spoiled the hell out of them.
Pam loved her granddaughters. She loved them when they snuggled up to her. She loved them when they made macaroni crafts for her in school. She loved them when they begged her to let them help her bake, even if it got a little messy. She even loved them when they were sullen and moody.
Emily and Alison knew that she would love her grandson just as much. There was nothing different about the love that they had for their baby boy. The only difference is that he had been a conscious choice. In fact, they had tried for him, several times. So the pregnancy hadn’t been as emotionally distressing.
The labor had been tough on Alison. Emily had stayed up with her all night…rubbing her back to help with the contractions, bringing her ice chips for the hunger pains and to cool her down, and wiping away her sweat and tears when it came time to push.
Alison had squeezed Emily’s hand so hard that her fingernails had drawn blood. She’d sprained Emily’s wrist, but Emily hadn’t said a word to her about it.
The hospital room was quiet now, which was a stark contrast to the madhouse it had been earlier. Emily looked at her wife, who was quietly sleeping in her hospital bed. Emily was sitting next to her, their son in her arms.
She reached up and swiped a tendril of Alison’s hair out of her face, her knuckles sweeping her skin. She looked beautiful even after the entire night of labor.
Hours ago Alison had been screaming at Emily, telling her she couldn’t do it. But when it came time to bring their baby boy into the world she was determined.
She’d pushed through. And when she held his tiny naked body against her bare chest for the first time she’d openly wept while kissing his head. He’d been wriggling at first, but when he felt the warmth of his mother’s bosom he’d stilled in her arms.
Alison had reached for Emily, weeping in joy…and in exhaustion. She’d kissed her bruised fingers and told her she loved her. Emily had kissed Alison’s sweaty forehead and put her other hand against their son’s belly. He’d been perfectly calm, like he knew he was safe.
Emily stared at the sleeping blonde. Her love for her was beyond eternal. She couldn’t imagine having a family with anyone else. They had wavered through hard times, but they always found their way back to each other. Because true love meant not letting the darkness drag them down. True love meant that even if they were apart…their hearts were still intertwined, and they always would be. They didn’t care what other people thought. What mattered was their connection. What mattered was their family.
Their son squirmed in Emily’s arms. His eyelids flickered and fluttered as he dreamed. She thought she saw a tiny smile.
She traced her index finger across his impossibly small fingers. In an unconscious reflex his palm flipped over and grasped Emily’s finger. Emily felt a warmth flowing through her entire body. She never wanted to let him go.
He puckered his lips and started sucking against the air. He opened his eyes, looking up at her curiously, as if he knew exactly who she was.
“Hey, sweet boy.” Emily cooed quietly. She gently rose to her feet, rocking him softly.
His wide eyes scanned Emily’s face. He furrowed his little brows and opened his mouth and a tiny little squeak came out.
Emily smiled. He was so perfect. She kissed his little button nose and watched as he scrunched his face up. It looked like he was thinking…like he was trying to figure something out.
“Hi, Sammy. Hi, baby.” She was mesmerized.
She heard soft footsteps approaching. She assumed it was the nurse coming to check in on them. She didn’t even bother looking up, because looking away meant that she’d miss a moment of her child’s life. She knew how quickly it went by. The girls had grown up in the blink of an eye.
“Em?”
Emily looked up when she heard her mother’s voice. She had a gift basket in her arms. It didn’t surprise Emily. Her mother was always ready for any occasion. The basket had a teddy bear, several plush toys, booties, blankets, hats, and some lotions and diaper creams. She’d also put in two bottles of chardonnay for the new mommies. It was her own personal touch. She quietly put the basket down on the chair near the door.
“Hey, honey.” Pam said quietly, her eyes darting to a sleeping Alison in the bed.
“Mom. Hi.”
“Is this a bad time? I tried calling.”
“Oh…” Emily reached in her back pocket. “I turned my phone off when he fell asleep.”
Pam walked over to her daughter. She looked down at the baby in her arms.
“God, he’s beautiful.” Pam caressed his cheek with her index finger. “You girls did a good job.”
“This was all Alison.” Emily glanced back at her wife. “She amazes me every day.” She slowly faced her mother again. She was trying to maintain eye contact, but it was hard to look anywhere but at her son. “His mommy is the strongest person I know.”
“Both of his mommies.” Pam put her hand on Emily’s shoulder. She looked at her grandson. He looked up at her, his neck twisting as he tried to scope out the new person staring down at him. “He is precious. You two must be so in love with him.” She ran her hand over the top of his head.
“We are.” Emily’s nose started to burn. She had cried several times already. She couldn’t contain her emotions. “You want to hold him?”
“He looks content right where he is right now.” In his mom’s arms.
Emily gently rocked him. He quietly babbled and made gurgling noises. Emily smiled down at him.
“Everyone always says that you can’t entirely understand what it’s like to love someone more than you love yourself…that you can’t get the love that a mother has for their child until you see them the first time. But something no one ever tells you is how much it hurts to love them.”
She felt like wrapping him up in a blanket and holding him close to her chest forever. She wanted to protect him from the world.
“You know, when Lily and Grace were born it was like our entire world changed. I didn’t realize how much of yourself that you lose in your children…and that you would willingly do it…that you willingly give them every part of your heart and your soul.” She lifted her son up so she could kiss his head. “I would do it a thousand times over.”
“I am so proud of you, Emmy. Of both of you.” Pam touched her cheek. She had seen her daughter grow from a shy insecure little girl to a beautiful woman with a beautiful family. And they were flourishing. “I know I made some mistakes…”
“I wouldn’t be who I am today without you and dad. I wouldn’t be here if things hadn’t gone exactly the way they’d gone when I was younger. The mistakes didn’t break me. They taught me. I know no one is perfect, not even parents.” Emily smiled at her. “Hell, I turned away from Lily and Grace one day and they crawled off in different directions and I thought I’d lost them forever. I found Grace in a pile of laundry and Lily in the kitchen cabinet. They both thought nearly giving me a heart attack was hysterical.”
“Babies are resilient.” Pam assured her.
“I know that now.” She looked down at the infant in her arms.
She couldn’t believe that they were going to go through it all over again. The girls were so old and independent now. It was a little intimidating to think about going through the baby stages again.
Emily had a weary look on her face. She hadn’t slept since they’d gotten to the hospital. It felt more important to let Alison get her rest. Her mother didn’t miss her exhaustion.
“You look so tired.”
“It was a long night.” Emily admitted.
“I can come back another time. I know Alison must be exhausted. I don’t want to wake her.”
“She’s awake.” The blonde said from behind them.
They both turned around and saw Alison slowly sitting up in the bed. She looked at Emily holding their son and she smiled. Seeing Emily with their babies made her heart swell. She looked at her mother-in-law.
“Hello, Pam.”
“Alison, how are you feeling, honey?” Pam walked over to her side. She sat down against the edge of the bed.
“I’ll be in good shape if you tell me that’s Russian River Valley.” She eyed the alcohol in the basket. She couldn’t wait to have a drink. She’d missed her wine during the pregnancy.
“I know what you like.” Pam nodded.
“Best Mother-in-law ever.” Alison reached out and touched her hand. Pam squeezed it.
“How’s the pain?”
“Not so bad. The worst part was the actual labor. It was longer than my first. And I waited too long and couldn’t get the epidural. I felt everything.”
“I hear that. Emily ripped me to shreds…” She glanced at her daughter.
“Mom.” Emily made a face.
Emily groaned in disgust. She hated hearing her mother talk about bodily functions. It was so very un-Pam Fields-like. But she’d mellowed out in her old age.
After Emily’s dad died her mother had changed quite a bit. She’d loosened up. Some of the more strict aspects of her personality fell away. Her husband’s death had softened her. And the birth of her grandchildren had made her think she was some kind of comedian. The twins thought she was oh-so-funny because she told them stories about their mom being a kid. Embarrassing stories.
“I still pee when I sneeze because of you.” Pam teased.
“The twins already bestowed that honor on me.” Alison admitted.
“Kegels help. It’s the only thing that got me back up and running down there after Emily…”
“This is an awesome conversation,” Emily uttered dryly.
“They never apologize for ruining your body.” Pam winked at Alison. They glanced at each other, as if they were in on some kind of joke. Pam’s face softened. “I’m kidding, of course. Childbirth only makes our bodies more beautiful. They change, but the imperfections are worth it, because when you look at your babies…you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.” Pam gave her daughter a warm smile.
“Tell that to the stitches in my vagina.” Alison scoffed.
“Okay, on that note…I’m taking my boy and leaving, because he certainly shouldn’t have to hear about his mother’s and his grandmother’s body parts.” She bounced the baby in her arms. “Let’s wait a little while before we warp him.”
“Lily and Grace will have him warped by the end of the week.” Alison reminded her.
“Where are the girls?” Pam questioned.
“Shit. I thought they were with you.” Alison raised her brows. “Emily…”
“They’re fine. They’re at home.” Emily walked towards the bed, joining her mother and Alison.
“The last time we left them alone Grace set the kitchen on fire.” She reached for her phone.
“And Lily put it out. They balance each other. It’s fine. Lily knows where the fire extinguisher is. She knows the number to the poison control hotline. And she knows better than to leave Grace unattended.” Emily tried to calm Alison’s nerves.
“Forget baby-proofing the house. We’re going to need to Lily-and-Grace proof the baby. Get some durable bubble wrap and a tiny little helmet.” Alison was only semi-joking.
“He’ll be fine. His mothers are tough.” Pam reached down to play with his fingers.
He cooed. He reached out and latched on to Pam’s finger.
“I think he wants his Grandma.” Alison smiled.
She turned the phone towards Pam, Emily, and the baby and snapped a picture, capturing the moment that Pam fell indefinitely in love with her grandson. All it had taken was his tiny little fingers latching on to her. He had her heart.
“You know ‘Grandma’ makes me feel so old.” Pam made a face.
“We could go back to Pam-ma.” Emily snickered. When Lily was little she’d declared that Pam was Pam-ma, because she couldn’t pronounce the ‘G’ correctly.
“No.” Pam smiled down at the little boy as Emily slowly passed him over to her. “We’re going to go old school with this sweet one. Filipino style.” She carefully cradled his head and wrapped her arms protectively around her grandson. “Hi, bubby. I’m your Lola. Just like I called my Grandma.”
He scrunched his face up and kicked his feet out, trying to readjust to being moved out of his mom’s arms. Pam lifted him up, moving him so that his face was in front of hers. His mouth fell open in a little ‘o’ and he blinked several times. She readjusted him, letting him curl against her body until he was comfortable. He smacked his lips together and then settled in her arms.
Pam had been a natural with the twins, too. She was great with babies. All of their friends’ babies had loved her, too. Sometimes Hanna would call Pam when she was overwhelmed and her mother was out of town. She’d gotten Hanna through colic with her daughter.
“I know I’m biased here, but I think he might be the most handsome little baby I’ve ever seen.” She tickled his nose.
“The calm nature is all Emily.” Alison reached for her wife’s hand. Emily took it. “The girls got my attitude, but with him…” Alison touched her son’s foot, “…I can tell he’s going to be more laid-back. And he definitely didn’t get that from me. I imagine all those late night talks and lullabies you sang to him got through to him.” Alison peered at the brunette.
“Your father did that when I was pregnant with you.” Pam looked up at her daughter, tearing her eyes away from her grandson for a fraction of a second. “You were a calm baby. Your eyes were so bright. You were always watching…observing…like you were afraid you might miss something.”
“You’ve always been good at seeing things that no one else can see.” Alison rubbed Emily’s arm. After all, the brunette had seen the best in her.
“You got that from your dad, too.” Pam put her free hand on top of Emily’s hand. “He’d be so proud. I wish he was here…” She sighed sadly.
Emily and Alison glanced at one another, sharing a loving smile. Pam missed the exchange. She was too enamored with her new grandbaby.
“Dad is here.” Emily squeezed her mom’s hand, gently calling for her attention. “In a way.”
Emily looked down at her baby boy. She could only imagine how her father would have reacted to having a grandson. He would have loved it.
Pam looked up at her daughter and daughter-in-law, perplexed. Emily smiled at her.
Sam squeaked and then curled his head and pushed himself against Pam’s body.
“Your grandson here will always have a part of dad.” Emily blinked back tears. She could see the confusion on her mother’s face. “Did you see the name on his bracelet?”
Pam gripped the little hospital bracelet. She made out the name Samuel ‘W’ D-F.
“Samuel Wayne DiLaurentis-Fields.” Emily touched her son’s hands. “Meet your Lola, Samuel Wayne…”
Pam tore her eyes away from the baby and looked up at Emily, tears in her eyes. Hearing her husband’s name stirred a plethora of emotions inside of her. It had been years since she lost him, but she still slipped into the stages of grief quite easily.
“You named him after your father?” Pam’s voice trembled.
“It was Alison’s idea.” Emily grasped her wife’s hand.
Emily had wanted to name him after her dad, but she didn’t want to pressure Alison into it. She hadn’t had to say a word, because Alison suggested it the second they found out they were having a boy.
All Alison could think about was how big of a void her father’s death had left in Emily’s life. She remembered Emily crying before their wedding because he wasn’t there to walk her down the aisle. She’d tried to hide the pain. Alison and Pam had been able to see it, but she’d ended up looking beautiful anyway.
Jason had walked Alison down the aisle. Toby had walked Emily. But it wasn’t the same, and Alison knew it wasn’t the same. She knew because her parents weren’t around either. The difference for her was that she didn’t want her parents around.
Alison felt Wayne's absence, too, and she didn’t even know him very well. She wanted their son to have the best parts of their blended family.
“I want him to know his grandfather was a great man.” Alison reached up and touched her son’s cheek. “Wayne was a wonderful human being and I don’t doubt that his spirit lives on in him.”
Wayne Fields had been a kind man. A decent man. He loved his family more than anything, and Alison knew his grandson would be able to carry out his legacy.
They had entertained the twins with stories of their grandfather, and they wanted their son to feel connected to him, too.
“We wanted him to hear stories about how his namesake saved lives and made the world a better place for his grandchildren to play in.” Her fingertip landed against Sam’s lips. He suckled against it.
“We want Sam to know about dad’s kind heart. And his corny dad jokes.” Emily laughed, though she had a tear slipping down her cheek, which Pam automatically reached up and wiped away. “And his obsession with going overboard on Christmas...”
“That man and his Christmas lights, I swear…” Pam said with a sad smile.
“He’s going to know dad’s love. Just like the girls.” Emily leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder.
There had been a time when Emily had pulled away from her mother. But after her dad died she’d gotten closer to her than she ever imagined possible. They wouldn’t have gotten through it without each other.
“I don’t know what to say, girls.” Pam looked between Emily and Alison and then back down at her grandson.
When she looked into his wide wandering eyes she could see an old soul. The soul of her late husband. It’s as if though he was destined to be in their lives.
“You don’t have to say anything.” Alison smiled at her mother-in-law.
Sam spoke for all of them when he let out a squeaky grunt and kicked his feet.
“I am so glad those little soccer legs aren’t kicking me anymore.” Alison chuckled, tickling the bottom of his foot.
“Dad liked soccer. He played it with the kids overseas, didn’t he?” Emily asked.
“He did.” Pam nodded. “Are you going to be a soccer star, Sammy?” She pulled his blanket up around him, making sure he was snug. “Or football? Whatever you want to do, your Lola will be on the sidelines cheering for you and embarrassing you in front of all your friends. Because that’s what grandparents do.”
She leaned down and rubbed her nose against his cheek. He cooed. She sniffed his hair. He had that beautiful new baby smell. She wished she could bottle it up and save it forever.
She glanced at Alison and Emily, who were sharing a quiet look of adoration.
“Why don’t you let me look after him for a little while?” Pam slowly got to her feet. “You two get some rest.”
Emily nodded as her mother walked out of the room to take her grandson on the tour of the hospital hallways. Even after she’d disappeared, Emily’s eyes were fixed on the door.
“Hey…” Alison gripped her wrist, trying to get her attention. She had seen the look in Emily’s eyes when she was talking about her father. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Emily squeezed into the bed next to Alison carefully. She was trying to be mindful of her tender body. She knew she was sore. “I just miss him.”
Alison curled against her. She kissed her. She could taste the sorrow that Emily was hiding, but there was also a burst of joy. Their son couldn’t completely mend her broken heart, but he was certainly filling the gap that her father’s death had left there.
They laid in bed silently, Emily rubbing Alison’s back until the exhausted blonde fell asleep again. Emily wasn’t far behind her, as she dozed off right after. They knew their son was in good hands.
Sam had Pam’s heart completely. He made her feel connected to her husband again. She could feel Wayne’s energy surrounding them as she walked the hospital with her grandson.
Sam bonded with her in the same way that he’d bonded with his mothers. He never cried when he was in Pam’s arms.
She babysat several times the first few weeks while his exhausted mothers tried to get a balance back in their lives.
She offered to watch Sam and the twins one Sunday night so Alison and Emily could have some time to reconnect. They jumped at the chance.
Sam had woken up in the wee hours that Monday morning and Pam went to get him from his bassinet. The twins weren’t far behind. When their baby brother cried they always rushed to his side. But Pam was already there, rocking him in a rocking chair, soothing him and giving him a bottle.
“Is he okay?” Lily asked quietly as she crept into the room in concern.
“He’s fine. He was just hungry.”
“As long as he stays away from my Cheetos.” Grace walked in behind her sister.
“I don’t think Cheetos are good for babies.” Lily frowned.
They walked over to Pam and their baby brother.
“He’s so tiny.” Grace played with his foot. “And cute. Nothing like Lily was when she was a baby. I’ve seen pictures. She looked like a little gremlin.”
“We’re identical, gremlin.” Lily reminded her. “But you are very cute, Sammy.” She reached down and slid her index finger into his palm. He immediately latched on to her.
He glanced at them as he chewed on the nipple of the bottle.
“He’s a good little eater.” Lily smiled in pride. “Bottles and mom’s boob.”
“Gross. Can we not talk about mom’s boob this early in the morning? Or…ever.” Grace frowned.
“Breastfeeding is perfectly natural.”
“I get that. But I’d prefer not to think of mom’s boobs when I have a Chem test to get to. It’ll distract me.”
“Grace, you got distracted by a scuff in the floor last week.”
“That’s because it was shaped like a dick…” She suddenly realized her grandmother was in the room and quickly added, “tator. A dictator’s…um…” She squirmed awkwardly. “Hitler’s mustache.” She blurted out. “It was ugly. He was a very bad man.”
Lily smacked Grace on the back of her head. Grace let out a sheepish laugh.
“You girls need to go get ready for school.” Pam glanced at the clock.
“Yes. School.” Grace nodded.
Grace and Lily rushed out of the room.
“A dick? What were you thinking?” Lily growled in a hushed toned.
“It slipped out!” Grace answered back.
Pam couldn’t help but chuckle at her two crazy granddaughters. They were a mess. They always kept things interesting.
After they left for school the house was quiet. Pam sat with Sam for nearly an hour, rocking him, talking to him, singing to him.
She glanced at a picture of her husband all decked out in his dress blues. Keeping pictures of Wayne near Sam was Emily’s idea. She wanted him to know his grandfather’s face.
Pam sighed. She missed her husband more than anything. She hadn’t just lost a spouse. She’d lost a best friend. It had left a void in her life, a pain that was always there, like a window opening to let in a chill from which you couldn’t escape. But her grandson helped with the pain.
“Look what our daughter and her wife did.” Pam said quietly, smiling at the image of Wayne.
She looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms. He looked so peaceful. She felt a shift in the room. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
Sometimes if she closed her eyes she could picture him standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder, looking down at their grandbaby.
“Our girls…” Pam said, “They did good, Wayne.”
She knew he could hear her. She knew he was there. She could feel him. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid to let go of the image she’d conjured up. But she did, because she knew that her grandbaby would be there when she did. So she opened her eyes and she looked down.
Sam’s eyes were open. He was looking up, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking beyond her, like he could see something that she couldn’t. He cooed and his mouth fell open in a gummy grin for a fraction of a second. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought he was laughing at one of Wayne’s corny jokes.
Pam would never forget the first joke Wayne had ever told Emily when she was little.
“How do you get an astronaut’s baby to sleep?” He’d lifted Emily up like a little astronaut in space and made her squeal and giggle, “You rocket it!”
It was little moments like that that kept her husband’s memory alive for her. She knew Sam would have loved him. She rubbed his cheek with her knuckle and his eyes started to droop closed again. Minutes later he was asleep.
“Samuel Wayne,” she whispered quietly as the baby slept soundly in her arms.
He would be everything his grandfather had taught their daughter to be. It had been years since he died, but his legacy lived on. He was a hero. He was a gentleman. He was a beautiful soul. He was everything Alison and Emily wanted their son to be.
Hey!!!! I was wondering if you could do like the tiniest Drabble of em and Ali finding out their having another baby? That Ali’s pregnant with Sam?
The lovely people in my asks: “Emison prompts please?”
Me: *re-emerges years after apocalypse, sees asks are still in inbox, waves arms around in vast wasteland shouting* “DID SOMEONE SAY EMISON?”
You all have been asking for quite some time. Sorry the delivery has taken forever. Apparently the package got lost in the mail. Or the delivery driver read it and liked it and decided they wanted to keep it all to themselves.
Seriously though, I haven’t forgotten about you all. I think about my PLL fam often. The state of the world has been a bitter pill to swallow for a lot of people, especially during quarantine. It’s an isolating time. I know the importance of needing an escape. I’ve been working on my Emison fics “The Dawn of Autumn” and “The Heart of Beacon Heights” but haven’t done a little ficlet in ages. I have so many sweet and loyal people who still follow me despite my years of fictional torture. And I just wrote this fluff as a thank you. Hope that it brings a little light into the world. We need more of that good light.
This is unedited. I wrote it in about half an hour at 2 in the morning, so if you find mistakes please send your notes to my inner critic. She will deal with them promptly.
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Alison was hunched over on the edge of the bed, her knees bouncing as she anxiously tapped her feet against the carpet. She rubbed her palms against her jeans and exhaled a heavy breath.
Not many things made her nervous. She’d gone through a lot over the years. It had helped her develop a heavy outer armor. She had learned how to face adversity with her head held high. She had gone through a tremendous amount of growth with the help of Emily’s love and the love of their children. And several years of therapy.
Her most recent session had her opening up about her fears and insecurities as a mother, and about whether or not she wanted to carry another child.
She felt the bed shift and then felt a comforting hand in between her shoulder blades.
Emily’s warmth was a force in her life that nothing else had ever come close to. Nothing compared to the way she felt about her wife.
The brunette was always there to calm her nerves. Every time. They’d been faced with some incredibly hard times. They’d endured a lot.
Even after everything had settled down...after all the torture had stopped...after they’d found their bliss...things still weren’t perfect.
They’d talked about expanding their family for a while. They’d been waiting until they’d found some stability, both emotionally and financially. After Alison landed her job as a professor at Hollis and Emily got her position at a prestigious swim academy that trained young hopefuls for the Olympics they’d found a stride...a balance between work and home.
That’s when the talks of having another baby had come up. They’d discussed it for months. The girls were old enough that they’d established a certain independence. And Alison and Emily missed having a little one around. Grace and Lily had stopped wanting to cuddle after they started middle school. They missed it.
Emily wanted to carry, so they’d gone through the process. They’d tried several times. The first time it didn’t take. The second time it took, but after six weeks they’d lost the baby.
It had been difficult to waver. Emily had wanted to try one more time, but after some routine testing her doctor discovered that she had uterine damage that made it very unlikely that she’d ever be able to carry a child to term. It had gone undiagnosed previously, but they found out it was from ill-effects from the torture she’d endured over the years.
That had left them with the choice of adoption or giving Alison the opportunity to carry.
Emily didn’t want to push her into it. She knew that Alison didn’t have fond memories of her previous pregnancy. She knew that having the twins had damaged her psychologically. So she didn’t ask.
They’d been laying in bed looking at adoption brochures one night when out of the blue Alison told Emily that she was open to the idea of carrying the baby. She’d been working through a lot of her past in therapy and she thought she was ready for the next step.
“Are you sure?” Emily had gently taken the brochure out of Alison’s hand. She would love any child that came into their lives. She didn’t want Alison to feel pressured. “You’re sure you’re ready?”
“I wasn’t at first. But I can’t let my past control me forever. There’s something about this...” She’d chewed on her lip.
Color flushed her cheeks and she smiled softly. The same vulnerable smile that Emily had seen hundreds of times when they were in high school. The smile that was reserved for her. And her alone.
“I know what happened with Lily and Grace wasn’t...we didn’t exactly ask for it or plan it. But I wouldn’t trade those girls for anything.”
“If Grace keeps mouthing off to her teachers I might consider trading her.” Their wild child was constantly in some kind of trouble.
Alison laughed. She appreciated Emily’s unwavering sense of humor. It helped calmed her racing mind.
“You know, that pregnancy...God, it was so hard...”
“I know.” Emily took her hand and peered at her with a soft expression.
It was a look that could only be shared and understood between the two of them. Because they both knew what it was like to have choices taken away from them...to have things thrust upon them that could never be completely overcome. It was something they would live with for the rest of their lives. But they shared that pain. They’d gone through that tumultuous journey together.
“I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting about this. And even though the pregnancy with the twins...it...it nearly destroyed me...”
Emily saw her retreating into herself sometimes when she thought back over those memories. But there was something different in her expression tonight. A newfound sense of confidence. It’s like she had chosen a direction, and she knew exactly where she was going.
“This isn’t the same. I...I want this. We’ve wanted this for so long, Em. And I realized that I actually have a choice this time. And it clicked. That’s what’s important to me. I...” she’d paused and then looked up at Emily, “WE...we get to make the decision this time. And that’s the biggest difference.”
She had watched Emily with their girls over the years, and she had fallen even more in love with her than she realized was possible. She was a beautiful person and a beautiful mom. And Alison woke up every morning thankful that someone like Emily loved someone like her.
Their family had started out from a broken place, but they’d picked up the pieces together and they’d created something beautiful along the way. And Alison wanted more of that.
She had threaded her fingers between Emily’s, interlocking their hands. She’d put her other hand on top of their joined fingers.
“I want to do this for us. I want to have our baby.”
Emily had been completely speechless. Alison was constantly surprising her with her courage and the depth of her strength. How was it possible she’d taken for granted just how incredibly resilient the blonde was? She looked at her and she saw the epitome of determination. A fighting spirit.
She was certain she’d never loved her more.
“I love you so much.” Emily turned towards Alison with a watery smile. She reached up and placed her palm against the side of Alison’s neck, leaning forward to capture her lips.
Alison could feel her emotions in her movements. She could feel it in the way that Emily gently stroked her cheek and brushed her hair aside.
“I love you, too.” Alison pulled back, tears of joy in her eyes.
There were moments in life that defined certain unspoken love between two people. There were moments that put them in a world all to themselves, where all there was...all that existed...was their love. Sometimes words were meaningless. Sometimes it was quiet little moments that people shared in which the most powerful exchanges of love were experienced.
Emily gently cupped Alison’s face and kissed her forehead tenderly. The warm smile on Emily’s face had sparked an even deeper meaning behind Alison’s choice. She looked at her wife and she saw pure joy. And she felt pure joy. She looked at Emily and she knew that everything was going to be okay. She knew that no matter what...they were going to be okay.
She had the most loyal woman in the world by her side. It had stripped her of her nerves that night. She knew they’d made the right decision for their family. In an odd way, it had taken the looming pressure of her past off of her.
But that had been months ago. Months before the fertility treatments and the hormone injections and the IVF procedure. That had been months before she’d started hoping and wishing. Months before she’d started picturing their child. What their baby would look like. How much her heart would melt when she saw their baby for the first time...first smile...first laugh. She started picturing what they wanted.
And now she was terrified they wouldn’t get it. They’d already had two failed attempts. Could they survive a third? They had spent their entire lives waiting for the other shoe to drop. Any time something good happened in their lives they were inevitably faced with something bad that ripped their happiness away from them.
When they’d bought the test Alison had felt her anxiety rising. The nerves had returned.
She glanced over at the pregnancy test on the edge of the dresser. She’d been shaking so much after she’d taken it. Emily had led her to the bed and made her sit down and take several deep breaths. She didn’t want Alison to stress herself into an anxiety attack.
They’d set the timer and had been waiting together. It felt like it was taking an eternity. The last time she’d taken a pregnancy test she’d been physically repulsed at the idea of having a child. But this time she was experiencing a painful worry that she wouldn’t have a child.
Emily could feel Alison’s tension underneath her touch. She wrapped her arm around Alison’s shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. She kissed her temple.
“Ali, relax.” She pulled her close. “Whatever the outcome...we’re in it together, okay?”
Alison nodded nervously. Her mouth felt dry and sticky. She reached for the bottle of water that Emily had brought to her and took a sip.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so impatient waiting on test results.” Alison curled her toes against the carpet.
“Remember when we were waiting on the girls’ placement tests?” Emily tried to take Alison’s mind off of the ticking time.
“Don’t remind me.” Alison scoffed.
Grace had tried to cheat by writing the answers on the back of her water bottle label. It was actually ingenious. If she put half as much energy into her school work as she spent trying to get around her school work she’d be at the top of her class with her sister.
“I thought Lily was going to have a nervous breakdown waiting for those results.” Emily reminisced.
Lily had always been their studious child. She was introspective and as sharp as a tack.
“What did we do to calm her down?” Alison asked.
“We rubbed bourbon on her gums and sang her to sleep just like when she was teething as a baby.” Emily waggled her brows with a grin.
Alison playfully smacked Emily’s arm. She’d forgotten all about when the girls were teething. That had been hell. But it had been worth it. There had been moments that her innocent little babies looked up at her with wide-eyed wonder that she’d never seen before. And it made her feel serene. She couldn’t wait to feel that again.
“Pretty sure we bought her a cell phone and told her to obsess over social media like a normal child,” Emily said. She shook her head. “That child and her test anxiety...I swear.” She glanced at Alison with a lighthearted smile. She poked Alison. “Wonder where she gets that from.”
“You know, we’ve spent so much time teaching them about the importance of rising to the occasion and passing their tests with flying colors. But this is the one test I wouldn’t want Lily and Grace to pass.”
Emily made a face.
“God, we’re almost at the point where we need to sit down and have that conversation with them, aren’t we?”
“That’s all you. I handled the potty training. You handle the ‘don’t have sex or else your mothers will kill you’ thing.” Alison smiled.
“Or...we could teach them to be responsible about it. I’m not into scare tactics. They tend to have the opposite effect on people.”
Alison nodded in agreement. She’d certainly rebelled against her parents when they’d told her not to do things. Emily had, too.
“Whatever works. As long as we keep them off the pole and they don’t come home pregnant.”
“What a charming thought. You’re such a romantic.” Emily rolled her eyes, gently bumping against her with a playful smile.
“They’re good girls.” Alison felt herself relaxing. Her children had a way to her heart. “You think they’ll be okay with all of this?”
They’d spoken with the girls about the fact that they were trying to have another baby, but Lily and Grace had sort of waved it off like it wasn’t a possibility. Then again, they were just coming into their own as young teenagers, so they rarely listened to a word their mothers said.
“They’ll be fine,” Emily dropped her hand to Alison’s back and rubbed circles against the tension she was carrying.
Alison reached out and touched Emily’s knee, commanding her attention, drawing Emily’s eyes towards hers. Her lips twitched. A loving smile washed across her face.
“I really love you, you know.” She let out a content sigh.
“Well, I would hope so considering we’re married.” Emily grinned at her.
She got a lot of joy out of teasing Alison. She liked to see the spark in her eyes when she was flustered.
“Seriously.” Alison moved her palm up against Emily’s side, her fingers resting against her ribs. “I don’t think I realized how little I knew about love before you and the girls came into my life. It’s so much bigger than I ever knew. Have I ever thanked you for being so wonderful?”
“You don’t have to thank me for loving you, Alison. It is the most natural thing in the world for me.” Emily leaned over, their lips meeting for a chaste kiss. “I would do it over every time.”
“Maybe with a little less torture.” Alison added.
Emily chuckled.
Alison glanced at the timer. She watched as the clock rolled backwards from the sixty second mark. She felt her stomach tightening up in knots. Her heart started hammering in her chest. Her palms felt clammy.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” Emily tugged her into another hug, resting her chin on top of Alison’s head.
“I can’t believe how much I really want this,” she uttered under her breath.
It had been different with Lily and Grace. She certainly loved her little girls, but that pregnancy had been hell for her. She felt like she’d been alone on an island in the middle of a hurricane. She remembered feeling like her lungs were filling with water. But this time she felt like she was jogging along a beautiful beach...pushing desperately to reach a perfect destination with Emily in sync with her every step...right beside her.
She reached for Emily’s hand just as the timer beeped. Her head whipped towards the test on the dresser, but she looked away at the last second.
“I can’t look.” Alison shifted her feet and stood up, turning away from the dresser. She glanced at Emily. “Would you...”
Emily nodded, not needing to be prompted. She walked over to the test and picked it up to observe it.
Alison looked at her in anticipation, eagerly rubbing her hands together and licking her lips.
Emily pressed her lips together in thought, tilting her head with a furrowed brow, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Her mouth was twisted. Her nose was crinkled.
“Oh.” Alison felt deflated.
“Ali...” Emily slowly looked up at her.
Normally the blonde could read her wife like a book, but there was an expression in her eyes that she couldn’t decipher.
“Oh, God. It’s negative, isn’t it?” Alison dropped her head in defeat. They knew there was a possibility. They’d been through it before.
“Alison...”
“We...we’ll try again.” Alison cut her off. She reached up, running her fingers through her hair.
She was so consumed by her disappointment that she didn’t realize that Emily had moved next to her. She hadn’t seen the smile on her face.
“Hey...” Emily touched her cheek to get her attention.
Alison froze in place. She saw a glint in Emily’s eyes, a shocked expression on her face. She seemed to be having a hard time finding the right words to say. Tears were pooling in her eyes, but she was smiling.
Emily lifted the test up and Alison took it from her, her heart suddenly beating faster. Because she realized that the tears in her wife’s eyes were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of joy.
Alison stared at the positive test, a surprised laugh coming out of her mouth. Her eyes welled up with tears.
She looked at Emily. The brunette put her palm against Alison’s belly, knowing a bump would soon be growing.
“We’re going to have a baby.” Emily laughed through her tears.
Alison reached down and put her hand on top of Emily’s hand, holding it in place as she let the news sink in. Their baby was already growing. Their child was already carving out a space in their hearts. It was a glaring reminder that as they went about their daily business...they wouldn’t be alone. There would be a little child...a little piece of their heart coming to life.
She pictured tiny little hands. Baby toes. A button nose. Sweet coos and giggles. And the most kissable little face in the world.
After a few seconds she lurched forward, wrapping her arms around Emily’s neck. Joyous laughter filled the room.
“Oh my God! We’re having a baby!” Alison hung off of Emily’s shoulders and pulled back to press a hard kiss against her lips.
“A little you.” Tears were rolling down Emily’s cheeks. But she couldn’t stop laughing.
“Let’s hope this one takes after his or her Mama. I can’t deal with more of my attitude reflected back at me.” Alison sniffled, her cheeks rosy.
Emily looked at her, and she could suddenly see it. The glow. She wasn’t sure how she’d missed it before. She didn’t know why she’d doubted that the pregnancy would happen. Alison had been practically glowing for weeks. She could see a beautiful radiant aura around her.
Alison saw the adoration in her wife’s eyes. She shot her a bashful smile. It was crazy that after so many years together that Emily could still make her feel like she was back in high school, falling in love for the very first time. She still felt like that young kid crushing on her best friend. She felt loved in a way she’d never been loved.
Their hands naturally linked together. They shared a quiet intimate moment. The air in the room was tangible. Alison took a quivering breath, trying to center herself. Emily cupped her cheek. As always, Emily helped center her.
The moment was interrupted by a loud clatter and two squabbling teens.
“MOMS!” Grace burst into the room. “Lily stole my phone and changed the password, and I can’t get past the lock screen.”
“I’ll give you the password when you take down that picture you posted of me when I was being potty trained.” Lily had a smarmy look on her face.
She knew exactly how to get under her sister’s skin.
“I only put it up because you put up the video of me crying after a frog jumped on my arm.” Grace shoved her sister.
They spun towards their mothers to mediate their fight, but then they saw the tears.
Their faces dropped. They shot each other worried looks and then looked back at their parents. Grace’s brow was tight. Lily had her lips pressed into a thin line. They looked just like Emily when they were concerned.
“What’s wrong?” Grace’s voice quivered.
“Did something happen?” Lily echoed her sister’s worry.
“Is it Grandma? Is she okay?” A hint of panic reverberated in Grace’s tone.
“Grandma is fine.” Emily put her arms up in a calming manner. “Everything is okay, girls.”
“Then why are you crying?” Lily asked.
Emily and Alison looked at one another, smiling. Alison nearly bit through her lip in excitement.
She was pregnant. They were having another baby.
“Well...there is something your mother and I need to tell you,” Emily said, glancing at the pregnancy test in Alison’s hand. The girls hadn’t seen it yet. “We’ve got some good news.”
She grabbed Alison’s free hand and they gave each other a loving glance.
“Okay, you two are being weird.” Lily made a face.
Emily couldn’t help but laugh. Her little Lily was ever the cynic.
“You know how we’ve been talking about expanding our family?” Alison asked.
“Oh, are we finally getting a dog?” Grace lit up in excitement.
“Not exactly,” Emily said. Though, that was on the table, too. The girls had been begging for a dog for years.
“Girls...”
Alison moved forward, gripping the test in her hand like a lifeline. She glanced at Emily again before facing Lily and Grace, who were looking at her eagerly.
“Your mother and I...we’re...” She felt a fluttering sensation in her chest. A warmth.
Seconds later Emily was next to her, her arm around her shoulder. Alison smiled at her.
“We’re having a baby.” She held up the pregnancy test. “I’m pregnant.”
There was a quiet pause, but then both girls gasped in delight.
“You’re pregnant?” Lily’s face brightened. Her jaw dropped. She had a huge smile on her face.
“Yeah.” Alison still couldn’t believe it herself.
“For real? We’re going to have a little sister?” Grace asked.
“Or brother,” Lily said. She threw her hands up and squealed. “This is so exciting. Finally, a sibling that will be a much less pain in the ass.”
“Oh, you wish. This kid is so going to like me better.” Grace scoffed. She looked at Alison. “Is that the test?”
“Mmmhmm.” Alison nodded, extending it out to Grace.
Grace didn’t even bother to grab it from the sterile end. She was too caught up in the moment. She looked at the positive result.
“This is super cool.” Grace smiled. She looked at Lily. “Check it out, Lil. Proof that someone else in this family is going to be cooler than you.”
“You know she peed on that, right?”
“Ew.” Grace suddenly held the test out like it was dynamite, handing it back to her mother.
“So...” Lily looked at Alison curiously. “Can you feel the baby yet?”
“Not yet. But we’ll get there.”
“I read that sometimes if you touch someone’s belly when they’re pregnant that you can feel things. Can we try?” Grace asked.
Alison and Emily laughed. They were overjoyed when the twins reached out to touch Alison’s stomach. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t very far along yet. The sentiment behind the bonding was real.
“That’s our little brother or sister in there.” Lily grinned, her palm on Alison’s stomach.
“What if it’s both?” Grace smirked.
“Don’t even joke about that.” Alison laughed.
But she didn’t hate the idea. It wouldn’t be easy having four kids, but she wouldn’t be upset if it happened.
“This is amazing.” Lily looked up at her mothers, a sincere expression on her face. “We know you’ve been trying...”
“Yeah. And we’ve been hoping this would happen.” Grace added.
“I know we give you guys hell sometimes, but you’re really amazing moms. And this baby is very very lucky to have you.” Lily smiled.
“To have us.” Grace corrected her.
Normally, Lily didn’t like it when Grace corrected her, but it didn’t bother her in this instance. She leaned into her mothers, wrapping them in a hug. Grace followed suit, embracing them all.
Emily and Alison smiled at one another as they bathed in their family’s affection. There was nothing quite like having a home in the hearts of the people you loved most, a safe place in the storm of life. They didn’t love anyone in the world like they loved their children. Their lives had only just begun after Lily and Grace were born. And they couldn’t wait for the next chapter.
They couldn’t wait to see the ways in which this baby was going to change their lives for the better, to complete their family.
Hi! I don't know if you remember that part in PP when after Amelia got Christopher's diagnosis, she felt him move/kick for the first time and she got all emotional bc she wanted to believe that everything was fine even though she knew that this was some kind of reflex? Well my prompt is that in this new pregnancy when she feels the baby move/kick for the first time, she gets all emotional and happy bc she knows that this time everything is fine! And she gets to share this moment with Link :D
Hey!!! So it kinda went a little differently that what I initially intended to do and it ended up being a little less happy but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!
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They sat side by side in bed. Sitting up, backs against the headboard and three hands on top of Amelia’s bump. Link impatiently waiting for what Amelia had promised was one of the highlights of being pregnant. And she meant it, something that last time worked as an agent of false hope, this time worked as a reminder that everything was okay. She felt it for the first time during a consult in the pit that morning and she had immediately been filled with fear because last time this hadn’t filled her with sadness or fear; this had given her a little glimpse of hope that only made the reality of the situation harsher. So when a tiny smile appeared on her face when she felt it for the first time she immediately wiped it off, and made her way towards Carina’s office. Who instantly assured her that everything was fine and that this was just what a healthy baby did, that this wasn’t just a reflex this was him moving around, consciously moving around.
“Wow!” Link smiled the minute he felt something underneath the palm of his hand “I felt that” He exclaimed happily, and Amelia just laughed.
"No way!" Link exclaimed, his eyes filled with excitement when he felt more movement. That was his son, he was feeling his son move. Link barely felt it, but it was definitely there. He didn't imagine it, it wasn't too hard but it was there. Amelia smiled at Link’s enthusiasm,
“Now put your hand here” She moved her hand alongside Link’s to the other side of her bump, where a minute later they both felt the baby kick again. A wide smile on both their faces.
“There’s another one,” Link laughed when he felt a few more shortly after, “We’ve got a soccer player here” he added and Amelia smiled, he leaned in closer to her bump “Are you going to be a soccer player dude?”
“He’s been doing this all day”
“You were right” Link looked up to look her in the eyes, “This is amazing”
“I know” Amelia looked adoringly at Link who had the biggest smile she had ever seen plastered on his face as he felt their son moving around. And this comfortable silence fell around them as they both enjoyed this moment, both of them incredibly content to just be sitting with one another marveling over their unborn child.
“You know Christopher kicked a couple of times” She said after a couple of minutes. The words leaving her mouth without really thinking it through, only truly registering what she had just said until she heard it. Link looked at her unsure of what to say or how to react, because he knew although she spoke more of him everyday it was still hard for her to talk about him, especially the further along she was into the pregnancy. “It was just a reflex, I knew that in the back of my mind but every time I felt him move it ignited this tiny fire of hope I had that maybe Jake and Addison were wrong, that maybe he would be okay.”
“Amelia…” Link began but before he could say anything else Amelia continued.
“I’m constantly looking for any type of sign that would reassure me that this time it was going to be okay, that he’s going to be okay. But no matter how many times I tell myself that he is fine, that he is healthy, that he has a brain, I can’t keep the fear at bay. Today however, after the initial panic I had when I felt him move for the first time I felt this wave of relief wash over me, as if he was letting me know he’s alright.” Amelia wiped away a few stray tears that were making their way down her cheeks, but Link’s heart breaks a little because there’s a pleading in her voice- something unguarded and vulnerable- that made him want to wrap his arms around her and never let her go, made with want to protect her against her own pain. “But I don’t know how to not worry, or how to not dare every stage and compare it to when I was pregnant with Christopher; and I know that it’s not fair to me or to this baby but how do I make myself less scared?”
Link took her hand in his, taking in a deep breath as he tried to find the right words, “I know I can’t possibly imagine what you went through, and I don’t…. I… I know it's always going to be part of you and it’s something you carry with you everyday, but this time is different, this time you’re not alone. So the fear? The worry? Anything and everything you get to put at least half of that on my back.” Amelia felt her heart swell and her eyes fill with tears as Link continued “I’m here Amelia, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere”
Instinctively Amelia leaned in and pressed her lips against Link’s, allowing herself to get completely lost in it. Her hand curled around the back of his neck, and he moved one of his hands to the side of her face. It was slow and passionate, their mouth sliding together until she pulled back, tilting her head and he pressed his lips softly against her forehead.
“Link…” Amelia whispered.
“Everything is going to be okay, I promise” He moved both of his hands back to her bump, “He’s healthy and he’s growing and he’s not moving as a reflex he’s moving because he’s getting ready to kick everybody’s ass at soccer or at baseball. Aren’t you buddy?” He placed his hand back on top of Amelia’s bump soothingly.
They both laughed when they felt the baby move, the slumberness that had recently moved into the room completely vanishing as Amelia’s fears were kept at bay by the movement of her baby boy. “See? Soccer star” Link winked at her, and he was right. Their baby was going to be fine and this right here was all Amelia would ever need to be safe. To be happy.
Hey!! So after the last episode left me and I’m sure many of us eager to find out what will happen, and if we’ll actually get to see Link and Amelia’s baby this season, I decided I’ll be writing prompts and I’ll be happy to take in requests if anyone whisked to send one my way! :) Mainly in hopes that this way Thursday will get here a little bit faster!
Could you please sometime write something angsty involving your original character Sam? Maybe? Anyway I just wanted to say I love your tu me le page and your writing
I made mention that I was going to try and squeeze in a prompt this weekend (*barely skates in past the deadline*). I don’t know how “angsty” we’re talking, but this particular ask has been in my inbox a while:
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Sam DiLaurentis-Fields wasn’t the kind of kid who got into fights at school. For as long as he could remember he’d been a lover, not a fighter. When he was a baby he’d scream his little lungs out when his sisters fought. When he was a toddler, he always made sure to hug all of his friends so none of them would feel left out. He was the kind of kid who made sure everyone in his kindergarten class got a valentine on Valentine’s Day.
Sam wasn’t the kind of kid who threw right hooks, at least, not without reason. Yet, he was walking up his driveway with battered knuckles and a black eye.
Hey! I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Ali’s maternity leave is over and she doesn’t want to go back to work but at the same time she wants too? Please and thank you in advance
I promised a prompt a few days ago. As per usual, I’m past the deadline. Still, I wanted to thank all you cool cats for supporting me these past few years. Cheers. Thanks. Gracias. Danke. Salamat. Obrigada. Toda. And Mahalo.
I played with the timeline a little to make Sam a skosh older so he could be more than a little adorable baby lump.
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Alison woke up almost two hours before her alarm was set to go off. She hadn’t slept well. Thoughts had been swirling around in her head for the past several days. She had butterflies in her stomach about returning to work after having spent so much time at home with her son. She knew it was time, but she felt like everything was going to change. She was afraid of all the things she was going to miss.
She was also nervous about how he would react without having her around. Would he be sad? Cranky? Would he even miss her at all?
She hadn’t been able to come to terms with the idea of her son at daycare. She’d gotten pissed when Emily said it had been good enough for the twins.
“Because they were older when we started taking them.” Alison scowled angrily at her wife. “Your mom watched them a lot. They were with family.”
Emily’s mom was working again, so they couldn’t ask her. Jason and his family lived in New York. Alison had suggested one of their friends could care for him. Emily gently reminded her that they had to work as well.
“Well, except I think that Aria is in between books right now.” Emily thought it over. “She is taking some time off.”
Aria’s son, Finn was starting first grade and she wanted to be more involved in mommy things since she’d been traveling so much on her book tour. She’d been talking with Ezra about adopting another baby. They were trying to get set up for the adoption process.
“You want to call Aria and see if she’s up for it?” Emily asked.
Alison wavered on the suggestion, because she was having trouble with the idea of leaving Sam with anyone. But she eventually came to her senses.
Aria jumped at the chance to take him. She said that it would get her used to having a little one in the house again. And she knew that Finn would love to come home from school and have Sam to play with.
Alison felt a little more at ease when they had their plan set in place. But the morning they were getting ready for the big day, Alison was a nervous wreck. She was short-tempered with the girls and snippy with Emily.
She snapped at Emily when they were brushing their teeth and then hurried off to get Sam ready, leaving Emily standing in the bathroom in confusion. All she’d done was ask Alison to pass the floss to her. It had set her off for some reason.
Over the years, the brunette had gotten used to Alison’s mood swings. Sometimes she just let it go. Other times she knew she needed to step up and say something. She sighed, letting the toothbrush in her mouth fall slack.
“I married a crazy person.” She said assuredly to her reflection.
She finished brushing her teeth and went to find her “crazy person”. Alison was running around Sam’s room grabbing a bunch of random items while Sam watched her from his crib. He gripped the guard rail and chewed on the edge. He squealed in excitement when he saw Emily.
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