4 months later
Alison POV:
Emily is 8 months pregnant. And let me tell you, it is not fun.
Her diet for the past for months has been terrible. Ice cream, pickles, pretzels, Jalapeno chips, salsa, and gummies. Every now and then I'll get her to eat a real meal, but that's like once or twice a week.
"Please I have a pickle?" I hear Brighton ask Emily.
"How much do you love me?" I hear Emily ask her.
"A lot." Brighton says in a matter-of-factly tone. She's so cheesy.
"Good enough." I hear Emily say back to her.
"Stop!" I can hear Emerson laugh.
All of the noises. These voices. They make me so happy.
"No. Give it back!" I hear Anderson giggle. They are 7, so they're probably fighting over something stupid.
Brighton and Levi are 5, and Eli is 3.
"Stop!" I hear Levi shout at the older bickering twins.
I hear a thud and a crash. I run into the open space, and see a broken glass on the floor, and 3 guilty looking kids.
Levi is on the floor with a shocked and scared expression, Anderson is holding in is laughter, and Emerson has her hands out like she pushed Levi.
"What happened?" I hear Emily ask.
"You know. The usual." I reply annoyed.
Emily walks in with her big 8 months pregnant belly and a jar of pickles in her hands. Brighton trailing behind her.
"Oh no. What did you dooo?!" Brighton exclaims exasperated, and puts her hands on her face and head like she has a headache.
Emily looks at her and chuckles, making Brighton look up at her with a 'what-why-are-you-looking-and-laughing-at-me' expression on her face.
"You are just like your mom." Emily laughs, and squats down to pick up the glass.
"Emily, what are you doing?" I ask her.
"Helping clean." She states in a matter-of-factly tone.
I was about to argue, until I saw her tan back, and black lace underwear showing.
Heat shoots to my core and I get a throbbing feeling.
I walk away frustrated, sexually, and start doing the dishes as I sigh.
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Spencer POV:
"I'm telling. Emily could have that baby tomorrow." Hanna states in a matter-of-factly tone with a mouthful of food.
"I know that, Han." I reply and give Lennox her lunch.
"Thank you." She says and starts eating.
She's 5 now, along with Carter and Ashton. Keira is 7. Oh, and Aria is pregnant.
"Have they picked a name? Because it's obvious of what the gender is going to be. Because they did the thing." Hanna asks as she hands Chandler his food.
"Thank you, mama." He mumbles. He's also 5. Dylan and Phoenix are 3. And Charlotte and Kennedy are 7.
Aria comes into the kitchen with her big 7 months pregnant belly and sighs.
"I finally got Ashton to go to sleep." She sighs.
"Shouldn't you like...Not be near him if he's sick?" Hanna asks her clearly confused.
"You are no longer mom Hanna, are you?" Aria asks her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hanna exclaims.
