Sit Down, I'll Get It--Sparia
Aria Montgomery felt like she was about fifteen months pregnant. Her due date had come and gone, and still she was housing an energy sucking tiny human. With every minute that passed, she felt more and more like a whale. Her feet hurt, her back hurt, and she constantly had to pee.
Knock knock.
“I’ll get it!” Aria called, trying to haul herself off the couch. Spencer practically flew into the living room.
“Sit down, I’ll get it,” she ordered. Aria rolled her eyes, but did as her wife said. Spencer—who had always been overprotective of people she loved—had been especially overprotective the last ine months. A few seconds later, Hanna bounced into the room and flopped down on the couch next to Aria.
“What are you doing here?” Spencer asked, joining the other two. Hanna gave her a wounded look.
“Can’t a girl visit her two best friends without a reason?” she asked. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Sure, but you don’t,” she pointed out. Hanna shrugged and picked up a bag that neither Aria nor Spencer had noticed.
“I brought you guys something. Well, I brought the little one something,” she corrected herself. Aria raised an eyebrow.
“You already gave the baby something,” she reminded her. Hanna shrugged again.
“I know, but this was so cute I couldn’t pass it up,” she said. A grin on her face, she pulled out a onesie and held it up for her friends to see.
“My Mommy’s a Khaleesi!” the shirt announced. Below the words was an illustration of a dragon. Spencer practically starting jumping in excitement.
“Oh my gosh! It’s adorable!” she exclaimed.
“You’re going to have to clear something up,” Aria said, an amused look on her face. “Which Mommy is a Khaleesi?”
Hanna’s face went blank.
“Oh, uh, well, both of you I guess. Or whoever decides to be Mommy? Have you decided what the little one is going to call you?” Hanna asked, changing the subject. Spencer narrowed her eyes.
“Do you even know what a Khaleesi is?” she asked accusingly. Hanna blushed.
“Um… No?” she admitted. Aria burst out laughing. She had known good and well Hanna didn’t know what the shirt meant.
“So why did you get this if you don’t even get the reference?” she asked, still laughing at her wife’s outraged face. Hanna’s face turned redder.
“Okay, technically Caleb picked it out. He said Spencer especially would love it,” she said.
“At least someone in your house watches Game of Thrones,” Spencer grumbled. Aria squeezed her wife’s hand affectionately.
“It’s okay, Moon of My Life,” Aria said. Spencer leaned over and pressed a kiss to Aria’s cheek.
“Aww, that’s so sweet My Sun and Stars. You just agreed that I’m the Khaleesi here,” Spencer said happily. Aria rolled her eyes.
“What the hell are you two talking about? Do I even want to know?” Hanna asked, wrinkling her nose. Aria laughed.
“You should watch Game of Thrones. Then you’d understand,” she said. Hanna grimaced.
“I tried watching the first episode with Caleb and had to stop after twenty minutes. You know I don’t like violent shows. I felt so bad for those poor horses!” she exclaimed. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
“Han, you know it wasn’t a real horse?” she asked. Hanna rolled her eyes.
“I know that! I still didn’t like it,” she said defiantly. Spencer opened her mouth to make a retort, but Aria’s grip tightened on her hand.
“Um, Spence? I think the baby’s coming,” she announced. Spencer flew into wife mode, grabbing Aria’s bag and the keys.
“Let’s go!” she exclaimed, helping Aria out to the car.
Hours later, Emilia Hastings-Montgomery came into the world.