I said previously that this story would be taken up to 45 chapters but I have decided to end it here otherwise it would be two short-ish chapters and I didn't really want to do that so yeah one bigger chapter to round everything off. Wee time jump onto winter time here. It's quite surreal that this is the last chapter! I'm going to do all my thanks at the end because this has been fab writing it and I hope you have enjoyed reading it so without further ado. The last one!

Alison smiles softly to herself as she looks out onto their back yard. The ground is covered in several inches of white wintery snow and all that blemishes the, now invisible, grass in their garden is footprints. Smaller footprints lead a trail into the middle of the garden, two sets of bigger footprints follow them and then they are followed by giant paw prints.

At the end of the trail lies a snowman. It's black beanie hat hangs off the edge of it's round head and Ali has to admit that the hat looks so much better on her wife than it does on the snowman. Her own grey scarf is wrapped around the snowman's neck, three stones adorn the large round stomach of it and there are several other stones that make up the eyes and smile on it's face. Branches stick out the side of it like real hands and fingers.

Her hands are red raw with the cold as she peels off her wet gloves. She scrunches her fingers in an attempt to get some feeling back into them before she opens the oven door, the smell of their dinner spills into the kitchen and Ali's smile widens further as the heat hits her straight in the face. She needs it, the snow is bitingly cold outside. Happy that she's not burning their dinner she stands and looks back out into the garden.

Isla is running around like a tiny eskimo, the only skin Ali can see of her daughter is her face. Her curly hair is covered by a beanie and the furry hood of her jacket is on top of that. Her mittens, Ali knows, are soaked with snow but Isla doesn't seem to mind the cold. Alfie is close at her heels, the white snow is a contrast against his jet black fur as he chases her. Only slowing when she does to nuzzle the side of her face.

Emily's cheeks are red as she chases after them playfully, the snow kicking up at her feet, and Alison can still feel the wet snow on her collarbone where Emily had managed to hit her with a snow ball ten minutes ago. She grins when Emily scoops Isla into the air and she can see Isla's head roll back as she laughs, the sound echoes through into the kitchen.

"I'm freezing," Emily exclaims as she walks through the kitchen door, careful to duck down enough so that Isla doesn't hit her head. "She is too, I think." Emily adds as she motions her head upwards towards their daughter who is perched carefully on her shoulders.

"Cold Mommy," Isla says as she holds her hands out for Ali to pull her mittens off. Emily's hands hold her feet close so she doesn't fall backwards and as soon as Ali has pulled the mittens off she rests her chin back onto Emily's head.

Alison smiles up at the both of them. Isla gets more like Emily every day, the resemblance, to Ali, is uncanny. "She looks so much like you when you hold her like that, it's like looking at a mini me."

"That's because she is a mini me," Emily replies easily as she awkwardly shifts Isla from her shoulders and onto the floor where the nineteen month old toddles over to Ali in her little wellington boots and the blonde wastes no time in scooping her daughter up onto her hip.

"Well, maybe the next one will be a mini me," Alison replies playfully and Emily's lips curl into a loving smile. "Well, I hope so anyway."

Emily walks the few steps across the kitchen and places a kiss on Ali's forehead and the brunette's lips are cold. "I think our next baby will be a mini you, only seven more months until we find out for certain though." She smiles as she pulls back and kisses Ali's lips, a small hand getting pushed against her face.

"Mommy," Isla whines and she kisses Ali's cheek, clearly in competition with Emily for the blonde's affection and attention.

Ali's head falls back as she laughs gently. "Kisses from both of you? I'm obviously very lucky today and yeah only seven more months now. Wait until Hanna finds out we will be due around the same time she will probably freak out a little."

Emily nods in agreement. "Yeah make sure I'm there for that, it will be fun to see her reaction. When are we going to tell them anyway? After the next scan?"

"A nana?" Isla asks happily as she points down towards the fruit bowl.

There's a few apples and oranges in the bowl but Emily knows her daughter means the banana's, they have recently become Isla's favourite food and the brunette is just overly proud about how well Isla's talking is coming along. She's the best Emily has ever heard and she's never said it in front of Spencer or Toby but their daughter is miles ahead of where TJ was at that age and she feels oddly proud of that.

"Clever girl, Isla," Ali coos as she presses a kiss onto Isla's head. "That's a banana baby. But yes," she adds as she turns her attention back onto Emily, "we will tell them all after our twelve week scan, Dr Taylor is looking forward to seeing us again, she told me when I called to book our appointment."

"Of course she is looking forward to seeing us Ali, two babies in two years? We are basically keeping her in a job." Emily replies and then dodges out of the way when Ali leans over to playfully jab her arm.

- x -

A few hours later, after their meal and bath time, the three of them are cuddled into each other under a blanket on the couch. Emily has her back against the arm of the couch while Ali lays peacefully in between her legs and Isla is on Ali's chest, her small hand scrunched up around the collar of Ali's bed time t-shirt. It used to be one of Emily's shirts. Alfie is lying on his side with his back pressed up against the couch too, snoring softly to himself.

Emily has a copy of Harry Potter and The Philosopher Stone in her hand, reading aloud, and since Isla fell asleep around ten minutes ago, Ali is unsure whether Emily is now reading for herself or still trying to mask her inner nerd by using their daughter as an excuse to read the whole series books for, what seems like, the twentieth time.

But she's not complaining because Alison loves story time with Isla and she loves it even more when Emily is involved. She loves when Emily's voice changes to suit the different characters and she loves when Isla wriggles against her chest at the change in Emily's voice and she always, always smiles when Isla looks up to make sure that Emily is still her Mama and not morphed into someone else.

Once Emily has finished the chapter she closes the book shut and places a kiss into Ali's hair. "I'm all done," she says simply as the book hits the floor with a gentle thud. Her hand finds Alfie's stomach, giving it a rub before pulling her arm back up.

"I know. Your surprisingly decent imitation of Dumbledore stopped, I'm beginning to wonder who is benefiting more of you reading Harry Potter, you or Isla. You seem to enjoy it more babe," Alison teases as she leans further back so she can look up at Emily. And the brunette is gazing straight back down at her.

"She is so benefiting from it, she can even ask for a banana now. That's down to me and Dumbledore," Emily replies sarcastically as she gently pinches Alison on the waist and the blonde squirms silently against Emily's front so she doesn't wake Isla up.

There's a pregnant pause between them before Ali shifts again. "Can you believe I'm pregnant again? Next time must be your turn surely."

"Next time?" Emily asks quizzically. "Two is plenty, Ali. We will need a bus at this rate. We will be going around Rosewood like The Waltons if we have anymore babies."

Alison laughs gently and Emily can feel it against her stomach, the deep vibration of Ali's giggle. "Okay, good point. But this time the baby is really mine if you know what I mean? It's kind of strange for me."

Emily nods more to herself than to Alison. "Yep and you will see that regardless of genetics you are an incredible Mom, you know Isla absolutely adores you and this baby will be the same. I can promise you that much."

Emily had finally gotten Ali to give into her obvious need to have her own child and she had managed to convince her wife that, despite shared genes, she was not Jessica DiLaurentis. Not even close.

And she was glad when Alison had finally understood that. Finally understood and grasped that she was an excellent Mom and would be an excellent Mom to her own biological child. So they'd tried again with the same donor and they had been successful again much to their absolute delight.

"Does it bother you that Isla and the new baby will probably not look very much alike?" Alison asks as she runs her hand up and down Isla's back gently.

"No, I'm going to love him or her as much as I love Isla and there is no doubt about that, plus they will know that we are a special little family anyway when they get a little older. It's going to be obvious."

Alison considers this for a second before a smile breaks across her face. "Yeah probably; two Mom's, no Dads and a giant dog. We are special alright."

"But would you have it any other way?" Emily asks, even though she already knows the answer to her question.

"Nope, absolutely not babe." Alison replies certainly as she leans her head back and it's just enough for Emily to lean down and press her lips against the blonde's.

"Bed time?" Emily questions and Alison nods before she moves herself upwards, careful not to wake Isla, but by the time she stands up Isla is still fast asleep against her shoulder.

- x -

After kissing Isla goodnight Alison makes her way back to the bedroom while Emily sorts their daughter's nightlight. Despite her being glad of having their bedroom to themselves she's not fussed about the prospect of sharing it with another baby again. If he or she sleeps right through like Isla did she will be delighted with that.

Emily joins her a few seconds later, sauntering into their bedroom before sitting the baby monitor on her bed side table. "She's fast asleep, I can't imagine we will be hearing from her against tonight."

"It's because you've spent the day out in the snow with her, she's probably exhausted. I don't know who was enjoying it more. You, her or Alfie," Alison laughs as she pulls her top over her head. "I was just thinking about us sharing our room again."

"They grow up so quickly, before we know it he or she will be in sharing with Isla for a little while so we can get their room ready."

Ali tilts her head as she looks over at her wife and she's not lost to the fact that Emily's eyes are currently roaming over her bare chest hungrily. "Are our kids going to be a little spoilt having a room to themselves that early on in their lives?"

"No, and if they want to share they can, it won't be much of a problem" Emily says as she walks around and behind the blonde. "Plus it means our room will go back to being our own after a little while," Emily adds as she runs her hands down the blonde's shoulders and arms, her lips attaching themselves to Ali's neck as she does.

"Oh really?" Ali mumbles but she's too distracted by Emily's lips that are currently nipping affectionately at the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck.

"Mhmm," Emily replies as she continues to kiss her way over Ali's neck, gently tugging on the blonde's earlobe with her teeth and the moan Ali lets out sends heat straight to her center.

Alison turns in Emily's arms, her lip bitten between two perfect white teeth. "You are wearing too many clothes Emily," Alison says as she walks over towards the beds, crawling onto it and expecting Emily to strip in front of her.

The brunette, happy to oblige, pulls her t-shirt over her head before she shimmies out of her shorts and underwear until she's standing naked and she closes the distance between her and the bed, crawling on top of Alison as the blonde leans back onto their bed and the blonde's center throbs as Emily's tongue circles around one of her nipples.

"More," Alison breathes as she pushes gently on both of Emily's shoulders and it's only been days since the last time but she's aching for Emily, aching for the brunette to please her in the most exquisite way possible. In the way that only Emily knows how.

Emily moves torturously slowly down Ali's lean body, pressing kisses on every freckle she can find, paying particular attention to Ali's soon to be growing stomach, until her fingers find the thin strap of the material of the blonde's underwear and she curls her fingers around the fabric before quickly tugging them off. She allows them to drop onto the floor without so much as a glance, leaving Ali as naked as her.

"Em?" Ali says as she sits up on her elbows slightly, her eyes heavy with lust.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Emily smiles as she lowers her head, darting her eyes up as her tongue nearly makes contact with wet pink flesh. "I love you too, Ali," she replies before she dips her tongue into Ali's center and the blonde head falls back onto the pillow.

"Em… God." Alison sighs happily as Emily's tongue continues it's circular motion against her clit and she clenches slightly when she feels Emily's finger slip inside. And she knows, for certain, that no one will ever make her feel how Emily does. Absolutely no one.

Emily continues to thrust one finger in and out until she feels Ali's back push slightly off the bed. "More?" she asks seductively with a smirk and before the blonde can even reply she adds another finger, causing Ali to moan out her name and she will never ever tire of hearing Alison like that because of her.

Emily increases the pace of her thrusts as she continues to circle Ali's clit with her tongue and she can feel the blonde begin to tighten around her fingers. A hand grips her hair and despite the slight jolt of pain that radiates in her head she continues what she's doing. She brings Alison to the edge before she stops and she almost laughs when Alison lets out a yelp of frustration.

"Em, please don't tease me like that," Alison says as her fingers tighten in Emily's hair and she knows Emily is smiling, can feel teeth grazing her skin as Emily kisses the inside of her thigh, sucking gently before releasing the skin with a little pop.

"Please?" Emily asks smugly as she moves to the other thigh and repeats the motion, leaving a little red mark on the inside of each leg. The marks are almost identical, they are Emily's own little brand on her wife.

She smiles as Ali's hips move off the bed towards her mouth. And she's never been one to deny Alison Fields so she lets her lips close around the blonde's clit before she begins to thrust again with her fingers and her wife comes almost immediately, hips bucking off the bed as she writhes underneath Emily's mouth.

"You taste...amazing, Ali," Emily purrs as she moves back up Ali's body and the blonde's hand wraps around her neck to draw her closer, kissing Emily until the brunette can hardly breathe.

And when she pulls back she knows what's coming next. She smiles as Alison flips them over suddenly, the blonde's thigh in between her own and Emily's hips twitch at the contact between them.

"It's my turn to taste you, Em."

- x -

Alfie throws himself on the floor next to Emily, seemingly fed up with Isla's greediness with the large spongy ball that Alison had finally let in the house. "That's mean Isla, you have to share with Alfie. He's your little brother, kind of. Sharing is caring."

Her daughter looks at her, and her brows crease in the same way Emily's does when she thinks something over and then, finally, Isla reluctantly throws the ball out into the hallway but Alfie looks up at her disinterested before he rests his giant head back onto Emily's knee.

"I know buddy, I know." Emily says as she pats Alfie's head before she looks over at Isla who is sitting across from her. "Do you remember what we are going to show Mommy?"

Isla nods before she climbs to her feet, holding onto the baby proofed coffee table for support. "A toe," she says as she shoves her right leg and foot out in Emily's direction. "A… my…toe."

"Exactly baby," Emily says as she gently moves Alfie's head off of her knee and he's fast asleep when she rests his head on the carpet. She gets to her feet and gently nudges Isla in the direction of the kitchen where Alison is reading some emails before their friends come over for their monthly dinner time together.

Emily smiles when she catches Ali's attention and blue eyes sparkle when the blonde looks down at Isla who is nearly in the kitchen with her. "Isla has something she wants to show you," Emily says as she leans against the open doorway of the kitchen.

Emily beams down at Isla, "show Mommy what you can do baby," Emily encourages and Alison looks curiously between her daughter and her wife before her attention settles back onto Isla. "Put her on the kitchen island and she will do it for you." Emily adds.

"Are you going to show me what you can do Isla?" Alison asks gently as she picks Isla up to sit her in the middle of the kitchen island and her daughter almost looks shy as she picks up her small foot with her hand and pulls it towards her mouth. And for a brief second Ali's unsure if she wants to see what Isla is about to do because if Emily has taught her how to put her foot into her mouth she's not going to be particularly happy about it.

"Toe." Isla says simply before she changes feet and she picks up her other foot with her other hand. "A toe."

Alison claps eagerly and scoops Isla into her arms, kissing her cheeks and forehead proudly. "How clever are you baby? That's your little toes." She turns to Emily as she grins fully. "When did she learn how to do that?"

Emily shrugs coolly, but Alison knows underneath Emily is brimming with pride too. "In one of they baby books she kept pointing to the woman's feet so I told her it was a toe and she just kept listening to me say it, and then earlier she finally said it."

"A toe," Isla squeals happily as she brings her hands together. And it's another trait she's picked up from Alison because Emily has noticed that whenever Isla gets excited about something she either rubs or claps her hands together just like Alison does.

"See, she can do her little toe trick for her aunts when they finally get here," Emily says as she cranes her head around to look at the clock and she's slightly irritated because they are running late and how dare they cut into her precious pizza time.

Alison rolls her eyes playfully. "She's not Alfie, she didn't learn a trick for you. We have the cleverest breed of dog in the world and he can't even give us a paw."

Emily, defensively, crosses her arms across her chest before she unfolds them when she feels a wet nose nuzzle at her hand, she looks down to be greeted with big brown puppy dog eyes. "He hadn't been taught anything Ali, you can't learn an old dog new tricks. He was just a house pup but now look at him; all playful and loving, and at least he sits when he gets his treats."

Alison scoffs. "Yeah that's because he knows if he sits he gets food, he would do back flips for anything food related."

Emily has no answer for that because she knows that it's true, he's the greediest dog she's ever known and without a doubt she knows that Alfie would eat them out of house and home if he was allowed to. "Well… I don't care. I love him anyway even if he can't do a lot of tricks for us."

Alison tilts her head so it's touching Isla's curls. "Aw I know, and we love Alfie too, don't we baby?" she asks as she bounces her daughter on her hip.

"Affie," Isla repeats with a smile as she squirms in Ali's arms, clearly wanting down to pat her dog, because despite her reluctance to share the spongy football, her and Alfie have become best friends over the last five months. And it's Alfie who follows Isla around everywhere like a giant but gentle body guard.

Before they can say anything else the doorbell rings and their three friends stumble into their house and out of the cold.

"Sorry we are late," Hanna calls as she unzips her boots, that are covered with snow, at the bottom of the stairs. "I had to pee like twenty times before I left the house, my child clearly hates me and is using my bladder as a play toy just to prove that."

- x -

Alison almost has a Pavlovian reaction when she sees the extra mushrooms on her piping hot pizza because she's been craving them all day and having a pizza night had finally given her the excuse to binge a little on them.

She then opens the pepperoni pizza box and shoves three slices on each plate for Emily and Hanna, only because they'd complain if she put an extra slice on, even though she knows at some point they will both have another slice because when it comes to them and pepperoni pizza there's not much that can't stand in the way of it.

Isla sits in her highchair next to Emily with her home made healthy pizza and she's surprised by how easily their daughter has taken to vegetables, seemingly happy to have them with every meal. She smiles when she puts the plates down on the table, only returning to the kitchen island to grab Aria and Spencer's plain cheese pizza.

"So how are you feeling Han?" Emily asks as she almost drools over the slice of pepperoni and Hanna is almost doing the same. The blonde holds a finger up in a 'wait a second gesture' before she takes a large bite of her slice of pizza.

"Apart from peeing every five minutes, I'm pretty good," Hanna mumbles with her mouth still half full.

"I wish you wouldn't talk with half a slice of pizza in your mouth Hanna," Spencer scolds innocently before she takes a bite out of her own pizza.

Emily closes her eyes because she knows what's coming.

"Oh, I'm sorry Spence, we can't all be as perfect as you through pregnancy," Hanna replies sardonically, but there's humour in her tone and Spencer only narrows her dark eyes in the blonde's direction. "I remember you complaining when you were pregnant with TJ and Ali definitely complained when – "

But she stops mid sentence when she looks over at Alison because there's around twenty mushrooms on one slice of the other blonde's pizza and the last time Hanna remembers Alison eating pizza with mushrooms was when she was pregnant with Isla and her eyes widen in realisation.

"Oh my God you too?!" she calls and Ali's face glows red slightly because she'd forgotten all about Hanna knowing about her mushroom craze when she was pregnant the first time around. "How far along? Are we close?"

Aria gazes between Hanna and Ali before she speaks. "How far along for what?" she questions innocently.

Emily smiles over at Alison before she rests her hand on the blonde's and she gives her wife's fingers a gentle squeeze because the cat is certainly out the bag and she knows Hanna will never leave their house unless she knows the truth. She hears Alison clear her throat before she speaks.

"I'm pregnant too," Alison announces simply and there's a chilling scraping sound as Hanna pushes her chair backwards on the kitchen floor before she walks over and envelops Alison into a hug, Aria and Spencer are not far behind as they scamper around from the other side of the table.

"Congratulations, I didn't even know you two were trying again!" Aria gushes as she pulls Emily into a hug, "this is fantastic news."

"Definitely guys," Spencer adds as she hugs Emily before she takes her seat back across the table. "Did you use the same donor this time around?" she asks as she takes a bite of her pizza.

Alison nods happily as she looks over at Isla who doesn't have the faintest idea about what is happening. "Yeah, but this time it's my egg, so he or she is biologically mine."

"Is our due dates close?" Hanna asks eagerly. "Imagine if we have them on the same day!"

Emily silently prays to herself that that situation doesn't happen because she can't imagine the bedlam that would be. An in labour Ali and Hanna would not be for the faint hearted and she's not sure her, Aria and Spencer would be able to cope with all of that at the same time. No they definitely wouldn't be able to cope.

"You're about five weeks ahead of us," Emily answers for them, "but we will find out for definite at our next scan," she adds as she smiles across at Hanna before Alison threads their fingers together on the table..

"Next year is going to be crazy," Hanna cheers, "Aria and Ezra getting married, us having babies and Spencer will probably do something amazing anyway, that is a given, so."

"Thanks Han," Spencer smiles, "good save. I think a congratulations are in order for you guys though," Spencer adds as she lifts her cup and all of them lean into the middle of the table to clink their glasses together.

"Congratulations," they all murmur in unison before they get back to the top priority of finishing their pizza's.

- x -

It's just leaving eight in the evening when their friends leave and Emily hurries out into the cold to put the empty pizza boxes into the trash can, careful not to slip on the snow on her way back into the warmth of their home.

She can hear Alison and Isla babbling in the kitchen about something over the music that's playing in the background and she smiles to herself when she thinks of this time next year when their other baby will have joined them. And for some reason she thinks that it will be a little boy this time around so they will have one of each.

Just as she shuts the door, Isla feebly throws Alfie's football along the hall floor and the dog is hard to miss as he comes hurtling down the corridor in Emily's direction like Scooby Doo. His back legs almost meeting his front as he runs full pelt and he just manages to stop with the ball in his mouth as he reaches Emily.

"Easy Alfie," she says playfully as she kneels and rubs behind his ears, he cheerfully his head so she can't reach for the football in his mouth. "Don't worry buddy I don't want your football," she adds as she pats his head and walks towards the kitchen and by the time she reaches the kitchen doorway she recognises the song. A smile breaking across her face.

'Do the song about the sweet lovin' woman'

"I love this song," Emily says as she takes a few steps forward and she twirls Alison around so the blonde is facing her and her wife's face is a picture of happiness. Her cute dimples show as she smiles fully in Emily's direction.

'You do the song about the knife'

"Walk of Life? Jeez this is an oldie, Emily. I'm not dancing to this in our kitchen, we are nearly twenty nine not seventy nine." Alison replies but she's already laughing as Emily twirls her around again before bringing her back closely into her chest.

'You do the walk, you do the walk of life, yeah you do the walk of life'

"A dance Mommy, a dance!" Isla squeals and Alison wastes no time in bringing Isla onto her hip so they are dancing as a trio because Isla never misses an opportunity to dance.

'Dedication, devotion turning all the night time into the day'

"It kind of fits this song you know?" Emily says and Alison nods her head. "The four of us now, doing our own little walk of life. And a mini you either way, I know they'll be just like you this time. And our friends now know too which is awesome."

'And after all the violence and double talk'

Alison looks up at her happily. "A mini you and a mini me. It's still quite surreal. I think it will be a boy this time for some reason." Emily just nods her head in agreement because she thinks that too. "I love you, Em and yeah our friends know, not the way that I wanted them to find out but life is never that simple when it comes to us is it?" Alison adds with a soft laugh.

'There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife'

"I love you too Ali," Emily replies and Isla looks at her expectantly, a small crease forming on her forehead as dark curls fall near her shoulder. "We will always love you too Isla, don't worry," she adds as Isla buries her face in Alison's neck, a grin on her face as she looks back at Emily.

"We do indeed and we will always love this little one too," Alison says as she pats her stomach with her free hand and Emily's hand reaches over her own before she feels her wife press a gentle kiss onto her lips.

"Are you always going to love me though?" Alison asks playfully, but Emily knows there's some seriousness underneath the tone.

"Always." Emily confirms easily as she leans down to kiss her wife again.

'You do the walk, yeah you do the walk of life, hmm you do the walk of life…'

And that is it guys :'(. There's still a tiny part of me that can't believe the story has finished but all good things must come to an end! I just want to say a massive thank you to every single person who has read and reviewed this story the response to it has been unimaginable seriously, I can't believe I have over 1000 reviews like that is insane. It was a pleasure to write this and I enjoyed writing pretty much every single chapter I hope you guys enjoyed it too! I have a few prompt/one shot suggestions already so they will feature in this story world, I should be able to get started on them soon but if you have any idea's you'd want written get in touch! Can PM me on here, find me on Twitter at Kirstenr93 and on Tumblr (I'm probably going to post the one shots on there too) my url is amusingbutconfusingg

(Oh and if anyone is curious the song Walk of Life is by Dire Straits, it's an oldie but it is awesome. And again, THANK YOU ALL for reading and reviewing you guys are fucking awesome!)