Hey guys! I've finally updated! Aren't you proud of me? I'm sooooo sorry for not updating in over three months. I was EXTREMELY busy. I was in the musical Little Shop of Horrors (which was amazing), plus I was working on another story for y'all. If you want to read it, it's called For When We Only Have Tomorrow. It's on here and should be under my list of stories. Anyway, here's chapter 26! I'm experimenting with my new favorite couple, Hemily. Tell me what you think of them, please. If I get enough people that support them, they'll continue to be a part of this lovely story. Thanks, wonderful readers. Enjoy!

"Oh, Aria. They're beautiful," Ezra cooed, grinning at Aria. "I'm so proud of you."

Aria shot Ezra a tired smile. It was an hour after she had given birth and she was lying in a hospital bed, holding both of her newborn babies. Ezra was standing at the side of the bed, admiring his infant daughter and son.

"I can't believe they're all ours," Ezra whispered. He planted a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead. "We get to take them home."

Aria nodded slowly. "I know. They're so precious." She smiled down at Austin, who was sleeping soundly. "Would you like to hold your son?"

"Of course," Ezra replied, nodding excitedly. He carefully lifted the baby out of Aria's arms. "Hi, Austin. I'm your Daddy. It's nice to meet you."

Just then, there was a gentle knocking on the door to Aria's hospital room.

"Come in," Aria called out weakly, her gaze still focused on the tiny baby girl in her arms.

The door slowly swung open and eight people slowly filtered into the hospital room.

"Hey, guys!" Hanna exclaimed. She gasped, her blue eyes widening when she spotted the infants in Aria and Ezra's arms. "Oh my gosh!" she squealed. "They're so tiny!"

Ezra's head snapped up at the sound of Hanna's voice. "Shh…" he whispered. "Quieter, Hanna! The babies are asleep."

Hanna's blue eyes widened. She turned around, carefully shutting the door behind herself and the rest of her friends. "Oh. So sorry."

Aria smiled weakly. "It's fine, Han. Ezra's just a bit stressed out. I think all of this was harder on him than it was on me. And I'm the one who actually gave birth."

Ezra rolled his bright blue eyes. He smiled apologetically, leaning over and planting a gentle kiss on Aria's nose. "I'm sorry, love. You know I don't do well in stressful situations. I can't help but worry about all three of my babies."

Spencer slowly lowered herself into the chair next to Aria's hospital bed. Baby Maddie was sitting on her lap, sucking on one of her tiny fists. "How do you feel, Ar?" Spencer asked.

Aria smiled softly, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Tired. Very, very tired."

Spencer chuckled quietly. "Yeah, that's normal." She looked up at Toby, who was leaning up against the closed door. Annie was hiding behind one of his legs, nervously peeking out at her mother every once in a while. "Do you remember how tired I was after giving birth to these two munchkins, Tob?"

Toby nodded, laughing softly. "I sure do. You were absolutely exhausted. You kept falling asleep, so I had to hold the baby."

Aria yawned. "I think I'm about to fall asleep myself. I'm so tired." She smiled up at her friends. "Would any of you like to hold Savannah?"

Emily smiled softly, shyly raising a hand. "Can I hold her please?"

Aria nodded, her small, pink lips spreading into a grin. "Of course!" She motioned for Emily to come join Ezra by the side of the hospital bed and when she did, Aria gently handed her the sleeping infant.

Emily held her breath, cradling the baby very carefully. "Oh my gosh," she whispered. "She's so light and fragile."

Aria beamed. "All four pounds and eight ounces of perfection," she stated proudly.

Samara slowly sauntered over to her fiancé before wrapping her arms around Emily's torso from the back. "This could be us one day, babe," she purred softly in Emily's ear. "Holding our own babies."

Emily simply nodded, choosing not to say anything for fear of choking on her words and worrying Samara. Just yesterday she would've grinned and responded with a cheerful exclamation of, "Of course, baby!" But she couldn't do that now. She felt too guilty. She couldn't get Hanna's kiss out of her head. It had been so...magical. It wasn't supposed to feel magical. Samara's kisses were supposed to be magical. Hanna's were supposed to be wrong.

Emily's stomach swirled as Samara gently pushed a lock of Emily's dark hair behind her ear. Emily glanced over at Hanna, who was cooing over Austin, and the feeling of nausea increased. Why had she kissed her? She didn't love Hanna…anymore. But that was a long, long time ago. That was supposed to be over. Emily hadn't felt like this since the eighth grade, when she'd been so head-over-heels in love with Hanna that it hurt. But she'd come to accept the fact that Hanna wouldn't love her back, and she got over it. Or so she thought. Now the feeling had come rushing back, all because of one simple kiss. It only took one kiss and Emily was just as love-struck as she had been at thirteen.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom," Emily stuttered, quickly spinning around and handing Samara baby Savannah. "I'll be right back." She pivoted on her heel and rushed out of the room before anyone could respond.

Emily rushed straight for the bathroom, dodging patients and people coming to visit their loved ones. She yanked open the heavy door to the women's restroom and sped into a stall, slamming the dirty grey door behind herself. She slumped down on the closed toilet seat, her breathing ragged and shallow. What in the world was going on? Why did she feel like this?

Emily jumped as she heard the bathroom door swing open. Someone crept into the room, their high heels clicking against the grey tiles.

"Hello?" Hanna's soft voice called out. She sounded concerned and a slightly scared. "Em? Are you in here?"

Emily's dark eyes widened. She gulped, biting down on the inside of her cheek. Hanna? Of course it was Hanna. The only person she was worrying about and trying to avoid had been the one to follow her.

"Y-Yes," Emily said as calmly as she could, trying not to make it sound like she was about to cry. "I'm here."

Hanna sighed quietly. She slowly sauntered over to the stall Emily's voice was coming from, and gently rapped on the door. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Emily took a deep, shaky breath. "N-No, I'm not."

Hanna's pink lips twisted into a frown. "What's wrong?" She leaned up against the stall door. "Can I come in?"

Emily stayed silent, standing up and slowly unlocking the door. She pulled it open, peeking out at Hanna with wide, troubled brown eyes. Hanna turned around, shooting the brunette girl a friendly smile. Emily looked so sad. She even looked a little scared.

Hanna carefully stepped into the stall, and butterflies instantly began to dance in Emily's stomach. She plopped back down on the toilet seat, her palms sweaty and her heart racing. What the hell was going on? All Hanna had done was looked at her, and she felt like she was going to throw up.

"Hey, sweetheart," Hanna cooed, gently shutting the door behind herself. She leaned up against it, smiling down at her friend. Emily looked so timid and nervous, like a little brown field mouse. "What's wrong? Tell me what's bothering you, Em."

Emily swallowed heavily, tilting her head up slightly so she could gaze up at her friend. Her brown eyes were wide and watery. "I-I can't," she whispered.

Hanna frowned, her dirty blond eyebrows knitting together. "Why not? Just tell me. I'm sure it can't be that bad."

Emily shook her head, slowly rising from her seat so she could step closer to Hanna. "I can't," she repeated.

Hanna cocked her head to the side, looking at Emily with a puzzled expression. Her friend looked so scared and nervous. What was wrong? Hanna opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Emily's lips crashing into hers. The brunette pushed her against the hard, white wall of the stall, her pink lips pressed firmly against Hanna's.

Hanna gasped in surprise, but didn't pull away from the kiss. In fact, she kissed back harder, grabbing Emily's waist and holding her close. Emily's hands were tangled in soft blond curls as she ran her tongue over Hanna's bottom lip. The blond got the cue and parted her lips, letting her friend's tongue slip through.

The two girls kissed for a while longer, until the need for air was too great for them continue. Emily slowly pulled away, her mahogany-colored eyes wide and unblinking. She held her breath as she stared into Hanna's bright blue eyes.

"W-What the hell was that?" Hanna breathed, her eyes just as wide as Emily's.

Emily took a deep shaky breath. "I-I kissed you."

Hanna swallowed heavily, finally blinking and bringing moisture to her sky-blue eyes, "I realized that. But why did you kiss me? I thought we were done with this, Em."

"I-I don't know," Emily replied, tearing up again.

Hanna noticed the tears in Emily's eyes and instantly frowned, gently caressing her friend's cheek with her pale fingers. "Don't cry, honey. It's okay. I just want to know why this happened."

"I-I think…" Emily paused, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out exactly how to explain what she thought was the reason for the kiss. "I think I kissed you because I still love you. I thought I didn't, but then I kissed you earlier, and all of those old feelings came rushing back. It's been torturing me ever since we left the house. That's why ran in here. I couldn't handle being in the same room as both you and Samara. So I bolted. But then you came in here and… and I couldn't help myself. I'm so s-sorry."

Hanna blinked as she deciphered Emily's words. She wasn't expecting that. Not at all. "Oh," was all she could mumble before silencing herself again.

Emily blushed, ducking her head and staring at the bathroom floor. "You're not angry with me, right?"

Hanna smiled softly, slowly shaking her head from side to side. "No! Not at all. I'm just a little surprised. That's all."

Emily let out a sigh of relief. Thank God Hanna wasn't angry with her. "I understand. I'm sorry for kissing you. I just couldn't resist."

Hanna's smile grew. She gently cupped Emily's chin, tilting her head back up so she could look into her eyes. "It's alright. Don't worry about it." She bit down on her bottom lip as she heard a third person come into the bathroom. "We should probably go back. The others might be worrying. We've been in here a while."

Emily's chin bobbed as she nodded. "Good idea," she said in a small, soft voice. She inhaled quietly as Hanna's pale hand took a hold of her tan one. But she didn't try to pull away, and neither did Emily. Hanna shot a smile in Emily's direction as she unlocked the stall door and then pulled it open.

"So," Emily said quietly as Hanna led her out of the bathroom and into the crowded hallway. "We need to talk about…that. Whatever just happened, it..it wasn't supposed to. We need to figure out why it did."

Hanna smiled softly, giving Emily's hand a gentle squeeze. "Why don't you sleepover tonight? Caleb won't be home. He's out in California, staying with his mom for a few days before the both of them come back here for the wedding."

Shivers shot through Emily's nerves at the thought of her and Hanna spending the night alone together. She wasn't supposed to be feeling like this. Hanna was her friend, and nothing would happen between them tonight. She'd make sure of it. They were just going to have a normal sleepover, as friends, like they had so many times during their elementary and high school years. "S-Sure," she said quietly. "That sounds great. We need to discuss this in person, anyway. When we're alone."

Hanna nodded. "Of course. We'll just have a normal, fun sleepover. As friends."

But Emily couldn't help but notice that the way Hanna squeezed her hand just before she let go and opened the door to Aria's hospital room was a little more than friendly.

Did you like it? Reviews, please! Also, Hemily: yay or nay?

Gabby