1 month later
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Alison POV:
I wake up to the usual.
Emily sleeping next to me, a kid snuggled into my side, and another kid between Emily and me.
I get up out of bed and do the usual morning routine we have in this house.
By the time I'm done making breakfast, and come upstairs, Emily is already up. With the kids. And they're all...Dressed!
"Gooood morning!" Emily says and smiles a cheeky smile at me.
"Good morning." I say confused and peck her lips.
"I think mama needs a night out, yeah?" Emily asks the kids, and they all nod their heads yes.
"What's going on?" I ask confused.
"You always wake up and get everything ready. And I love you. And you deserve a break." Emily says, and kisses me.
"Okay." I say, and smile.
[...]
Spencer POV:
"Yes!" Aria moans.
Morning sex. Always the best.
Especially when your kids are not at home.
"SPENCER!" Aria screams as she reaches her climax.
I kiss her lips before rolling off of her.
"I love you." Aria breathes.
"I love you more." I say, and turn to face her beautiful face.
[...]
Later that night
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Emily POV:
"I can trust you, right?" Alison asks me before leaving the house.
"Duh." I respond, and she looks at me.
"Sorry." I mumble and clear my throat.
"Yes! Of course you can, babe!" I correct myself, and Alison shakes her head.
"Bye." She says.
"Bye!" I yell, and wave at her.
Once she's drove off, I sit on the couch with the kids and turn on a movie.
I order pizza, along with soda, and take out the stash of candy.
"Let's party!" I exclaim, an the kids all smile at me.
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Alison POV:
I sit down at the bar and order a martini.
As I'm sitting, a guy sits next to me and smiles.
I have to admit, he's pretty cute.
Dirty blonde hair, big brown eyes, nice body, dimples.
"Hey." He says, and smiles at me.
"Hi." I say, and smile back as I sip my martini.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this?" He asks me.
"Night out to myself. And they have good martinis." I tell him, and chuckle.
"What's your name?" He asks me.
"Alison."
"Ah, a pretty name for a pretty girl." He flirts, and winks at me.
"What's your name?" I ask him and smile.
"Tate." He tells me, and orders a vodka soda.
"Ah, a cute name for a cute guy." I say, mocking his earlier statement.
"Cute?" He asks, frowning.
"Handsome."
"There you go." He smirks.
We spend the rest of the night talking and flirting until I realize it's already 11.
"Crap. I have to get home." I tell Tate.
"At least let me get your number." He whines.
"Come again tomorrow." He shouts.
"I'll have to look into that!" I shout back, and smile.
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Sorry it's so short.
Update soon to come.
