Hey! My JayMatt fanfiction wasn't allowed to be published so here's another Wemma one! Enjoy! Please fan/review/favourite!
P.S Elliott is Emma's brother.
Will's POV:
It was the first day of Summer break, two weeks after we won Nationals and I decided to surprise Emma by visiting her parents and staying for a week. I had never met the Pillsbury's yet and I was very nervous. Although, the Pillsbury's seemed fairly excited to meet me.
I hadn't told Emma anything about it and I had blindfolded her before we set off on the long car journey.
"Are we nearly there yet?" Asked Emma while playing with her fingers in her lap.
"Nope! Long time to go yet, babe." She huffed.
"Can I at least take this blindfold off?" She reached towards her blindfold and I reached over and pushed her arm back down.
"No! Good things come to those who wait!" I replied.
"Fine." She said, sharply and crossed her arms.
I turned the radio on and started singing along. I heard Emma's breathing slow down and realised she was sleeping. I smiled to myself.
One day, I want to make her my wife and we will have beautiful children.
I thought.
Emma stirred in her sleep when she suddenly bolted upright.
"Is everything okay?" I asked her.
"No. Pull over. Now. I'm about to puke my guts up." She explained as she took her blindfold off.
"I-I can't. We're on a really busy road!"I replied, keeping my eyes on the road.
"Do you want me to spew all over your car seats!?" She exclaimed.
"No! Of course not!"
"Well pull over then!" She shouted back.
I done as she said and pulled into the nearest lay-by.
She climbed out and I heard her spluttering outside. I got out after her and I stood there holding her hair and rubbing her back.
"Thanks, Will. Sorry about this. I must look a mess." Emma stopped throwing up and turned to face me. I scraped her hair off of her face and kissed her nose.
"You never look a mess, sweetheart. You're absolutely gorgeous, all the time. Even when you are standing at the side of a busy motorway puking your guts up!" I laughed and she smiled.
"Thank you. I love you."
"I love you too. Now come on. Let's get back to the car journey!" I opened her car door for her and she sat back down in the passenger seat. I made my way back to the drivers seat and turned the engine back on.
"Do I have to keep this blindfold on?" She asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I really want this to be a surprise!" I replied, squeezing her hand.
"Fine. Just get us there quick before I feel the need to spew again!" Emma placed the blindfold back on and we carried on with our car journey.
About half an hour later, we arrived.
"Sweetie, we've arrived!" I said while shaking Emma's arm to wake her up.
"Uh, okay." She stretched her arms out. I got out of the car and walked to Emma's side to help her out of the car.
"Keep the blindfold on, okay?" I instructed.
"Hm, kay."
I walked her up to the front door and I rang the door bell. I took Emma's blindfold off and her eyes grew wide.
"No. No. You absolute- Mum! Hi!"
Rose interrupted Emma by opening the door and pulling her into a hug.
"How's my Freaky Deaky doing?" Rose replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"I've been better." She explained, sarcastically.
"You must be Emma's boyfriend, Will?" She reached to shake my hand.
"Yeah, hi, Mrs Pillsbury."
"Call me Rose!" Rose laughed as she gestured us in.
"Come in, come in! Rusty! Elliott! Emma's here! WITH HER BOYFRIEND!" Emma blushed and I placed an arm around her shoulder.
"Em! Long time, no see!" Rusty said to Emma while pulling her into a hug.
"Hey, daddy." She replied.
"Oi! Kid sis!" Elliott shouted to her as he rubbed the top of her head. Emma swatted his arm away.
"Get off me, creep!" Elliott laughed.
"Haha, nice to see you too!" Emma grinned then gave him a bear hug.
Rusty walked up to me.
"You taking good care of my daughter?" He asked, eyeing me up and down.
"Yes, sir." I replied while I took hold of Emma's hand.
"Good." Rusty walked off and sat down to continue watching the news. Next, Elliott walked up to me.
"You hurt my little sis and I will cut you. Understood?" He announced while hitting his fist into his palm.
"Um, yes. Yes, understood." I was slightly scared. Elliott was twice the size of me and older than me.
"Don't listen to him. He likes to make himself sound tough." Emma whispered. I nodded back to her.
"So, how about I show you around?" She asked.
"Sure!" We went to collect our bags and Emma showed me our room, the bathroom and everywhere else. We made our way back downstairs and sat ourselves on the sofa. Rose clapped and everyone turned to look at her.
"So! I've got dinner ready for you!" She lead us into the dining room and sat us around the table.
"It's your favourite, Em!" Emma's face lit up.
"Macaroni Cheese!?" Emma asked, excitedly.
Rose laughed and placed the bowl of Macaroni Cheese in the middle of the table.
"Yay!" Emma screamed.
"I didn't know you liked this?" I asked Emma.
"Mmmm... I love it. Mum's is the best." She sank her spoon into the bowl and placed some onto her plate. I done the same and we tucked in to our, delicious, meal.
Emma got to the last little bits of her meal and ran upstairs. I followed eagerly and found her in the bathroom.
"Em? Honey, are you okay?" I asked as her head was hanging over the toilet basin.
"No. I keep feeling sick. With my OCD I don't tend to catch anything, I don't know what it is!" She said as she leant against the bath.
"I'm sure it's nothing bad!" I reassured her. Her jaw dropped open.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, scared.
"My-my period... It's late. And I-I've been feeling sick and really hormonal." Her breathing quickened.
"Are-are you saying you think you're pregnant?" She rushed over to the mirror and lifted her top up. She burst into tears.
"I'm going to get killed!" She sobbed.
"Why? Being pregnant is brilliant!" I smiled at her.
"But I'm a Christian, Will!"
"And? I'm sure God will love our baby as much as it does the others! It-it is mine, right?" I questioned.
"It's not that, Will! It's that I'm not supposed to have sex before marriage, let alone engagement! And of course it is yours! You fool! Who else have I slept with!?" She sat on the toilet and placed her head in her hands. I crouched beside her.
"What am I going to tell them?" She sobbed.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and there was a knock at the bathroom door. It was Rose.
"I heard the commotion from downstairs and I wondered what was up. What are you going to tell who, sweetie?" Rose looked puzzled. Emma wiped the tears off her face and stood up.
"Nothing. I'm fine." She walked out of the bathroom and I followed her. She walked downstairs and sat on the sofa.
"Darling, you need to tell them." I told her. She nodded.
We stood up in front of Rose, Rusty and Elliott.
"I- We have something to tell you."
"Go ahead, pumpkin." Instructed Rusty.
"Erm... I-I think I'm pregnant. I'm so sorry, daddy!" She burst into tears again and the Pillsbury residence went silent, apart from Emma's quiet sobs.
"You-you what?" He asked, his anger gradually building up.
"I'm pregnant." Emma's sobs grew louder as Elliott approached me.
"You done this. You done this to her. Now you will pay!"Elliott punched me round the jaw.
"NO! Elliott! Stop! Please!" Emma screamed as I was being pounded, again and again, in the face. Elliott pulled away and walked over to Emma.
"He turned you against your religion, Emma." He said, pointing to me as I stayed lying on the floor, blood pouring from my nose and the cut in my lip and forehead.
"It wasn't him. It was me! I decided to, Elliott! I did! I'm an adult now, I can make my own choices!" Emma screamed back.
"And what will God have to say about this!?" He shouted back.
"We all make mistakes once in a while, Elliott! Don't act so innocent!" Rose was still stood there gawping. Where as Rusty was pacing back and forth. Elliott sat back down because Emma was right. Emma helped me up.
"I'm so sorry, Will." Emma said, tending to the cut in my lip.
"How could you do this, Emma?" Rusty asked, his voice hoarse.
"I'm sorry, daddy. I really am!"
"And I thought you said you were looking after our daughter?" He said to me.
"It's not Will's fault!" Emma exclaimed.
"Emma. I can't believe you have done this. I-I don't want to see you right now." Rusty shook his head.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! Please!" She sobbed.
"Go. Get out of my sight. Both of you." Rusty placed a hand to his forehead. Emma ran upstairs and I followed her.
I sat next to her, on the bed, and she rested her head on my lap. She sat up and I cradled her as tears streamed down her face.
"It's going to be okay. Just keep faith."