Hello everyone, here is the long awaited baby fanfic that I have been working on since August. I'm extremely sorry for the MIA since September and have failed to update my other fic Supreme. For those who follow it, I will be posting more shortly. I've been going through a rough patch lately, and have been focusing more on my well-being than writing. Thank you for understanding.

As for the fic, I made the chapters shorter than I normally do for my other fics so that I can update more frequently instead of once a month at best like I used to. I write on my own time, so please know that I won't be updating every week or anything.

x Kylie

(This fic will touch on explicit things...so you may finally get the smut you've been wanting me to write for ages)

March 13th, 2022

New York City didn't appeal to Emily, yet here she stood outside her new house in Brooklyn. For someone who spent her entire life in a small, quiet suburb of Pennsylvania, a last minute decision to move to New York City wasn't something she ever saw herself doing. Many people enjoyed the city life, enough that over 8 million people resided in the area alone. Her best friend Hanna lived in an apartment in Manhattan with her high school boyfriend, Caleb. That was a perk to the move, but Emily had a hard time finding any others.

Everyone was confused on why it was that she decided to move away from the life she had. She had a good job back in her hometown of Rosewood, where she was a physical therapist and swim coach at the high school she had graduated from ten years before. She had to give that up by moving to New York, and there was no hope of finding a job as a swim coach at any school in the city in the middle of March. The only job she had right now would be working as a bartender, which was something she used to do to get extra money in college. The bartending job would have to do for the mean time, but she would be looking for physical therapy jobs in the area. Emily didn't want to tell anyone the real reason why she moved, plus she was told not to breathe a word about it to anyone. Instead, she gave them the same story which probably made them more concerned with her life choices than if she had just told them the truth.

It was too late to turn back now, and the finality stuck in her brain as she stared up at her new house. Though they were only renting, they were bound to the house for at least a year. One thing she didn't want was an apartment, which meant having to live in the same building as multiple others. One of the only places that didn't have that aspect was Bay Ridge, an almost suburban looking neighborhood in Brooklyn. Each house had a lawn, so the apartments weren't pressed against each other. Each house had it's own character too, a different look that set them apart from the others.

The house Emily stared at was made out of a red-brown brick. A large white front door matched the five white windows at the front of the house. The front yard was a small grassy hill, which the house sat on top of. There were stairs of the same brick that led to the front of the house, and a white fence to separate the yard from the street.

The house and the area had some nice things about it, as the house itself was beautiful and a bit pricey for Emily's normal standard of living. It wasn't however for the person who she had rented the house with. But Emily couldn't complain, even though she wasn't a fan of New York City, there was a park right across the street and the house had a two car garage for both of their cars.

Also right across the street was The Shore Parkway Greenway Trail. The parkway was a cement boardwalk that followed the shoreline of The Narrows. This body of water separated Brooklyn and Staten Island, another part of New York City. A few miles down down the road was the Verrazano Bridge, which was how people accessed both Brooklyn and Staten Island. She could use the parkway as her running route in the morning, since it seemed to stretch on for miles.

Emily stood on the sidewalk outside of the new house, and stared up at it. The cardboard box in her arms was labeled "EM BEDROOM," which was heavy in her arms. She bit her lip as she continued to stare up at the house, knowing she was going to have to go inside at some point. For a mid-March morning, the weather was clear and sunny. However, it was chilly, and Emily was wrapped in a sweatshirt she got when she was a freshman in college. The sweatshirt had always been Emily's go to when it was cold, and always gave her a lot of nostalgia just by looking at it. It was royal blue, with a sunburnt orange trim on the inside of the hood. The lettering on the front of the sweatshirt, which spelt out "PEPPERDINE WAVES" was in the same orange. Upon buying the sweatshirt nine years ago, her dreams for a future were of completing college and settling in a suburban home near where she grew up. If only her former self knew of where she would be now, somewhere… urban.

Tearing her eyes off of the house, Emily shook her head to clear her thoughts and climbed the brick steps to the house. The front door was open, and she entered with minor difficulty due to the fact she was carrying a heavy box. The house wasn't a home yet, and various sized cardboard boxes that were stacked in each room was a reminder. She'd make it a home soon, home decorating was a skill she had inherited thanks to her mother. She wasn't an expert or anything, but she could probably find a way to give the house some character.

"Hey, I got the last box," Emily called out into the house, kicking the door shut behind her. The door slammed heavily, and she could feel the walls shake slightly.

"Great! Now I feel a little less stressed out," a female voice responded, as Emily followed the sound of the voice into the kitchen.

The kitchen walls were a solid white color, which unfortunately couldn't be changed since they were only renting. All of the appliances in the kitchen thus far was a bright white, except for the fridge which was a chrome color. The island in the middle of the kitchen was a white granite too. It seemed to be that the owners were very big on clean and simple.

Emily entered to see her new housemate, with her back turned to her. Her golden blonde waves cascaded down her back and stopped at her mid back. She was wearing a light colored pair of jeans, and a long, black cardigan. From where Emily stood in the entryway of the kitchen, she was unpacking a new set of dining ware. Plates, shiny new forks and spoons, and crystal clear glasses. She turned back to look at Emily, who was looking back at her with a blank expression. The blonde smiled sweetly at Emily, the sunlight from outside made her cheeks full of color and her hair reflect the gold rays of the sun.

"Did the moving truck leave?" she asked.

"Yeah," Emily responded, setting the box she was carrying onto the new dining room table. "They left about five minutes ago."

"Great," she said, smiling wider. "I honestly thought that would take all day."

Emily's mouth twitched upward, but she didn't feel like smiling in the slightest. This whole sudden move had kept her neutral for the most part, while her mind continued to battle over if she had made the right choice by leaving Rosewood behind.

The woman that stood before her was a few months younger than her, who also was part of Rosewood's graduating class of 2012. At almost twenty-eight years old, she still looked almost exactly the same as Emily remembered her in high school. Her face and body had matured however, but other than that Emily was sure she would be able to pick her out anywhere. They were coworkers at Rosewood High starting in 2018, after not having seen much of each other since their senior year of high school. She was an English teacher for 11th and 12th grade, having to teach literature to sixteen to eighteen year olds.

Alison DiLaurentis. That was her name, and it wasn't a name people could forget easily. Maybe it was because her name was so unique, that probably no one in the world shared her name combination. Or maybe it was because her presence left a lasting mark on everyone she ever met or passed in the streets. That's how she had always been, but back in high school more people felt intimidated by her persona. She'd walk the halls like she owned them, and she probably did. Nowadays, the mean streak had died out for the most part and a mature woman took her place. Emily was glad that Alison was someone that she could call friend….or, wife now.

Since about a week ago, they were married. No ceremony, and no notice even to either side of their families that they were planning to get married at all. Not even a sparkling engagement ring for either of them. Instead, both had a simple, thin, silver band on their left ring finger. It was somewhat sentimental, and more than enough for the rash decision they both made to get married and move to New York City. They kept to their story to their friends and family, and left Rosewood behind.

To say their family was concerned was an understatement, but Emily's more than Alison's. Emily's mom tried multiple times to stop her from going, but Emily kept deflecting all of her mom's pleas. As for Emily's friends, her three closest friends were a bit weary and confused to say the least. Only Emily's friend Aria remained in Rosewood, living a quiet life with her camera and an eye for capturing beautiful photos. These three friends of Emily's had been her friends since middle school when they were twelve. She, Hanna, Aria, and Spencer came together in seventh grade and never looked back from their strong friendship. Spencer was in Washington DC with her boyfriend Toby, and Hanna was here in New York City with Caleb.

Alison turned around fully to face Emily this time, giving Emily a full view of another reason to why exactly they had left Rosewood behind. Alison rubbed her stomach, which was growing slightly due to the new life inside her. She was already halfway done with the pregnancy at twenty weeks, and her bump was clearly visible. It protruded outward and stretched the maroon tank top she had on. It looked like she had stuffed a flat basketball under her shirt, and was more visible than ever before. Alison caressed her stomach in a loving way, and Emily knew there would be no problem with the baby being in a nurturing environment.

Emily's eyes raised from watching Alison's hand stroke her stomach, "Um, I'm going to take this box up to my room," she said, softly and with slight awkwardness. "Are you going to need help with anything?"

"No, I think I got it. I'll call if I do though. Just get settled in," Alison said, her smile fading.

Emily nodded slightly, and headed upstairs to their bedrooms. There were three bedrooms in the house, and each one was going to be used. Despite being married in the eyes of everyone else, Emily and Alison were only good friends. Not once had any sort of romance been shared between them in the past ten years. Sure, they had had some romantic chemistry in high school, but nothing had ever been acted upon. Because they were only good friends, they decided to have separate rooms. The whole married act would only be done around company of other people. Alone, they would act just as friends. Alison insisted that Emily take the larger master bedroom, since she had forced Emily all the way out to New York City anyway. The remaining room would be used for the baby's when the time came.

Emily's bed was already in her room, and pushed against the wall by a large window. It was larger than her bedroom back in Rosewood, and having some extra room was nice. She set the box on her bed, adding it to the numerous amounts of boxes around her. She sighed and sat down next to the box on her bed. There was going to be a lot of unpacking clothes and keepsakes that she just couldn't leave behind.

Before she began, there was a soft knock on her door. Emily's looked up from where she sat, and answered with the usual, "come in." Alison entered the room, and closed the door softly behind her.

"Hey, do you want me to help you with your room? That way you can sleep a little easier tonight?" she asked.

"If you want, it's just clothes and small things really," Emily said, keeping her dark eyes locked with Alison's blue.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Alison said, moving towards a box marked "SWEATSHIRTS." She chuckled, "Your infamous sweatshirt collection."

"A girl can never have too many sweatshirts," Emily responded, as Alison moved to rip the packing tape off.

By nightfall, they were able to get both Emily and Alison's room unpacked. There were sheets on the bed, clothes in the closet and dresser, as well as items in the bedside table. They were the only two rooms that showed any clear sign of living in it at the moment. Emily's room was white, but her dark purple bed sheets and lilac comforter brought some much needed color into the room. They hung up a few photos of Emily from her younger days. They were professional photos that had been taken during her years at Pepperdine, specifically actions shots of days as a swimmer. Emily's bright orange swim cap stood out against the blue pool water, and her expression looked determined as she gasped for air.

A few of the other photos were candids during her semester in Spain, and from the two weeks she spent in Ghana during the summer. From the photos, it looked like Emily lived a fairly eventful life for her twenty-eight years of age. That was mostly true, and she was glad she had the opportunities she had. On her bedside table was two photos that cherished the most. One was of her and her three close friends in Philadelphia for a senior field trip. They all were smiling brightly, with eyes covered behind fashionable sunglasses. The other was a more somber photo to look at. It was at Emily's college graduation, where she stood in the middle of her two parents. Her cap and gown was black with a light blue trim on the inside. Her parents were beaming just as widely as her, probably more proud than she was for graduating. Her dad was leaning on Emily slightly, supporting some of his weight by doing so. Her mom on the other side was smiling too, with tear marks down her face. It was one of their proudest moments for their only child.

They ate pizza on the floor in the relatively empty living room. The chairs for their dining room hadn't arrived yet, and they didn't want to risk getting pizza sauce on the sectional. They ate facing each other, with legs crossed and focusing more on the pizza than each other.

"I got a bartending job in Manhattan," Emily said, breaking their comfortable silence. "You know until I can find something similar to what I was doing in Rosewood."

"That's great!" Alison gasped in surprise, looking up from her pineapple pizza. "I wanted to look into a teaching job, but a few months after this baby is born. What's the bar called?"

"It's a cigar bar," Emily said, taking a bite of her meat lover's pizza and chewing slowly. "It's called the Carnegie Club."

"Never heard of it," Alison said, stretching out her legs from their crossed position. "And for someone who smokes regularly during my pregnancy, you'd think I know."

Emily knew she was joking, and that Alison had probably never touched a cigarette since high school. She looked up at Alison's face, and noticed the slight twitch to the side of her mouth as she tried to hide a smile.

"You know, even if you were serious I don't think I'd be able to take you seriously," Emily said, a slight smile forming on her lips as well.

"And why's that?" Alison asked, pouting slightly.

"You have pineapple on your pizza," Emily said, smiling a bit wider. "What a joke. You're making fun of pizza."

"I'd agree with you if it weren't for these damn cravings," Alison said, rubbing her stomach. "This baby has made me eat pickles with sriracha and yogurt at the same time."

"Gross," Emily cringed, as they both laughed into their pizza. It was the first time she could remember in a while.

Emily glanced at her clock as she began to fall asleep. 11:03PM. Not too bad for a first night. She expected to be up later, stressfully unpacking. She and Alison seemed to have a good understanding between them, and had a good sense of each other's limits.

From her window, Emily could make out the half full moon that was growing as each night passed. At her old house in Rosewood, she could see the moon from her house. It was bright, and casted its blue light down on the street. For a city that never slept, Bay Ridge was pretty quiet at night. Sure, cars went by maybe a few times a minute, but it was far quieter than what she envisioned of a New York neighborhood. Maybe it was because they were in Brooklyn, and not the center of the city. She could only imagine what Manhattan looked like right now.

She had been trying to fall asleep for maybe fifteen minutes, but thoughts about her job cluttered her mind. Of course, she didn't want to stay at this bar forever. But she wondered if any practice would be hiring, or would hire her. What if she was stuck in New York City bartending forever?

Pushing away her thoughts, Emily's eyes soon fluttered closed and she began to slowly drift into a peaceful sleep. The bed she laid in was warm, and her comforter was pulled up under her arms. It was the same bed she had back at her old house, but for some reason tonight it seemed just a bit more comfortable.

Just as her mind was about to slip into sleep, she felt someone push on her shoulder and shake her slightly. Emily's eyes shot open, wondering who was disturbing her so late that night. She saw Alison standing over her, blonde hair hanging in front of her face as she bent over Emily. Emily rubbed her eyes and yawned, looking up at the blonde beauty before her. She noticed Alison's Grinch pajamas, and knew it was her favorite Christmas movie. How fitting.

"Hey," Emily mumbled sleepily, and looked back up at Alison. "What's going on?"

"I can't sleep," Alison said, rather sheepishly. "I-...I'm scared. That he's going to follow us or something."

Emily shush Alison comfortingly, "Hey, don't think like that." she said, reaching out to grab Alison's hand. "You don't know that, I don't think he'd be crazy enough to do that."

"You don't know him like I do," Alison said, a deep seriousness in her tone.

Emily sighed, "I don't. But, you're more than welcome to sleep in here with me. If that would make you feel any better."

"Are you sure?" Alison asked, her voice raising hopefully.

"Yeah, of course. I sleep better with someone next to me anyway," Emily said, tapping the right side of the bed that she wasn't sleeping on.

A few seconds later, Alison was snuggling under the blankets on the other side of the bed. Emily rubbed her forehead with her left hand, and wondered if she would ever fall asleep tonight. She knew why Alison was on edge, it made Emily on edge too. She felt bad that the whole ordeal was preventing Alison from feeling safe, even in her own house. She hoped that sleeping in the same bed would find her some comfort, even if sleeping in the same bed wasn't their original intention in the first place.

"Look, I can't promise that he'll leave us alone," Emily said, turning to face Alison. She had her back to Emily, her blonde waves spread out on the pillow. "But I can promise that I will protect you and your baby in any way possible. I came out here with you after all, right? That has to show that I'm willing to do anything."

Alison didn't respond, and at first Emily thought that she may have fallen asleep. A few seconds passed, and Emily heard a small sigh issue from Alison's lips.

"It's your baby too Em," Alison responded. "You're the egg donor we used after all. The baby is yours just as much as it is mine."

"I know," Emily sighed. "It's just weird to think that the baby has my genes, or that it is mine. A few weeks ago I was just a donor."

"But things are different now," Alison replied. "If you're going to help me raise the baby, the circumstances change a bit."

(Clearly not a G!P fic, so don't get any funny ideas)