Hi guys. Merry Christmas!

This is a short update. I'm not gonna be able to update for awhile, so I wanted to do this before the year ends.

Like I said it's short and things are gonna move slower form now on. Just bear it with me.

Hope you enjoy and leave a review, they are really appreciated!

Emily Fields grew up in Rosewood. A lovely, small town located in Pennsylvania, approximately 20 miles outside of Philadelphia. Her mother, Pam Fields, is loving and supportive. She has always been there for her, and has always given her advice, although, sometimes Emily, chooses not to tell her some of the struggles in her life. Speaking of struggles, there was one - Emily's sexuality - which was hard to accept for, Pam. At first she disapproved, but she came to terms with it, and now she is very supportive of Emily. Although, that was quite of a rough patch for them, she is grateful to have Pam as her mother. The woman practically raised, the brunette, on her own. Her father, Wayne Fields, is in the military and is often stationed in Afghanistan. For him it wasn't as hard as it was for her mother to accept the fact that his daughter is attracted, not to the opposite gender, like most girls are, but to the same gender as her.

When she finished high school – Rosewood High – she went to the community college, Hollis. From there she got her PhD in Psychology. She also has an MFT (Marriage and Family Therapy) degree. Honestly, without her family, she would be where she is right now. Without their financial support, she wouldn't have a career.

She's had two girlfriends. Yes, only two. Emily was really shy and awkward throughout her high school life. But, anyone could easily tell you that Emily Fields is one of the most beautiful creatures walking on this earth. But she never could have, even a little, confidence in herself. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't see what other people saw in her. Even so, she learned to appreciate herself more as she grew up.

The first girlfriend, Emily had was Maya. They met when they were both only fifteen years old. After meeting, Maya, the brunette realized that she wasn't like most girls. They dated for two years, but broke it off when Emily went to college. The distance, just didn't work for them. The second girl was, Samara. A very attractive blonde woman. They hit it off, immediately. They met in college. It was, Emily's third year. Samara was a fellow Dr. Things were good up until, Samara cheated on her with another man. It was something she never thought she would experience. It was painful, but she learned to live with it. She moved on, but sometimes she wonders if she really did get over it.

Dr. Fields was sitting on her desk, looking at her schedule. It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon. Exactly a week has passed from Ezra's and Alison's first session. And it was quite a disaster. She told, Ezra, that she would like to see them both separately. Figuring it'd be better that way, giving the fact that they can't really talk to each other, without it turning into a fight.

The last time, the brunette, saw Alison, the woman was a total mess. She has been through a lot and her husband cheating on her has been really tough on her. But it was true when she said she admires, Alison. That woman is so fucking strong. Getting into an accident, not being able to have kids, people constantly bringing you down because of your sexual orientation and on top of that your husband cheating on you. God, that is just too much for a woman's heart.

Emily hears the doorbell ring, figuring that it was Ezra – giving the fact that it's 5 o'clock – it was time for his session. She gets up from her chair and heads for the door. Her office isn't really big, but it's not that small, either. There is a white, leather couch in the middle of the room, an arm chair the same style settled in front. Behind it there was a brown – ish desk with a laptop, a picture and some other stuff on. The room was painted in yellow – Emily's favorite color. On the wall, left side of the desk, a various paintings were attached. One of them, was a painting of Mona Lisa. She was kind of an art freak. She loved buying different creations. On the floor, just beneath the couch and the arm chair, there was a beautiful carpet.

She opened the door and smiled "Come in" she offered. Ezra, smiled back and nodded politely as he made his way into the room. It smelled of roses. He didn't really like roses, or any flower for that matter, but he enjoyed the smell, nonetheless.

"How are you today?" Dr. Fields asked him as he sat on the beautiful, leather couch, right in the middle. "As good as anyone could be in my situation." He answered bitterly.

"We will try to fix this mess, okay?" promised, the brunette. He nodded, sadly.

"What happened after our last session?" the woman asked. She was actually curious. The last time she saw, Alison, she was genuinely concerned for the blonde.

"She came home late at night, but refused to talk to me. Didn't even look at me."

"You have to understand, Ezra, that she is hurt. She feels betrayed and her not talking to you is a normal reaction, giving what happened." She said. He looked at her understanding and asked "I get it. I do. But for how long?"

Emily could see that the man was truly sorry for what he has done. His eyes were full of tears and his expression with regret. But she can't answer him. Maybe, Alison will forgive him, maybe she won't. She knows too well the pain the blonde is feeling. She has felt it, lived through exactly the same thing. Infidelity is hard to forgive and impossible to forget. She never did, neither one of those.

"I can't tell you that. It depends on Alison. I can see that you are sorry for what you did and I can assure you she knows, too."

"What can I do?" He is desperate. He wants to make this right, but he just doesn't know how. How could he be so stupid? Cheating on his wife, the love of his life. They have been together for five years and she has been there for him throughout the whole time. She has loved and supported him.

"Stop telling her that you are sorry, show her." The doctor tells him, Ezra, looked at her confused. Knowing what he is going to ask, she continued "Shower her with love and affection. Remind her of the man she fell in love with. Show her that despite his mistake, he is still that man, the man she decide to spend her life with."

"And if it doesn't work?"

"Let's see what happens first, okay?" She said softly.

The session was exactly thirty minutes long, after that Emily and Ezra parted. She has a five minute break before her next session, with Alison. She was quite excited. Too excited. She didn't know why, but there was something in the woman, that intrigued her. And she can swear, she felt a spark between them, the last time they saw each other. It's undeniable. She hasn't been in a relationship in a very long time. And the blonde is drop-dead gorgeous. She envies, Ezra. What a lucky guy? She thought.

She didn't even realize that she has zoned off, completely. She snapped out of it when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't even know, for how long the blonde has been ringing. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5:37. She got up, as quickly as she could, amazed she didn't knock out the desk. She pushed down her red dress and fixed her hair, and made her way to the door.

The blonde was wearing blue short with a white shirt barely covering her belly, not to mention how much cleavage it was showing. She didn't really know why she had picked out this outfit. Her blonde hair was straight and fell down right on her breasts. Her hands were sweaty, so she wiped them, using her shorts as a handkerchief. She took a deep breath and rang the bell with her right hand, which was actually trembling. What the hell is wrong with you, Alison? Get a grip.

After what felt like eternity, the brunette opened the door. Their reactions were exactly the same. Their eyes fell form their faces to their bodies. Wow! Both of them thought simultaneously. They were checking each other, shamelessly, before finally, looking in each other's eyes.

The Dr. smiled and stepped away and waited for the blonde to enter. The latter returned the smile and made her way into the office. As she passed, Emily could smell, Alison's perfume. Vanilla. She thought.

She closed the door with a sigh. This was going to be a long session. When she turned around, she saw that the blonde has already taken a sit on the couch. She took a deep breath and made her way to her desk to take her notebook. She is quite tall, so she had to lean down a little, and she could feel, Alison's gaze on her, burning her skin, like fire. When she turned around, though, the latter immediately look down at the floor.

"How are you?" the brunette asked as she sat in front of Alison.

"G – Good." The blonde stuttered. Did I just stutter?

"Tell me what happened this week." Emily said. "Nothing." Alison sighed.

"Ezra told me that you are refusing to talk to him."

"I can't. God, I can't even look at him. Every time I do, I imagine him with that, that woman and I get so sick to my stomach that I feel like throwing up." Alison said, disgust, written all over her face.

"I know how you feel." Emily said as she smiled bitterly. Alison looked at her and furrowed her eyebrows. The doctor shook her head and said "I can't talk about my personal life with clients. I'm sorry."

"Okay, I get it. "

"Do you see a future for you and Ezra?"

"Of course I do. I always have." Assured, Ali.

"Good. Hold on to that. Because, he is still the same man you fell in love with." The brunette said.

"I know."