Emma had a lot of things in her life to be thankful for. She had a wonderful husband who accepted every single thing about her, she had 2 beautiful children she couldn't imagine her life without, and she was finally happy.
After having their son, Ben, their two bedroom apartment just didn't cut it anymore.
They had been saving for a house as soon as Emma found out she was pregnant with their second child. Will wanted a son. Of course he loved their three-year-old daughter Cassie, but a son really completed their perfect little family.
The hunt for a house didn't take as long as they had thought. Emma was thinking something nice and new, perfect. But It was Wills idea for the cozy little 2-story home.
Emma's idea of the perfect, new, fancy house was replaced by Wills heartwarming idea of getting the cozy faded blue house, fixing her up, and making it there own kind of perfect.
He was right, a perfect house wasn't the house with the fanciest counter tiles, or the most expensive rugs. It was the one they made together, as a family.
(3 months later)
It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shinning in threw the window taking away the darkness of the room. Pink and red flowers grew in bushes that lined the house, and the perfectly painted white fence stood tall threw the light breeze.
It was a perfect Sunday morning on the peacefully sleeping Schuester home.
It stayed that way for a while until a faint cry broke the silence. It was exactly 8 o clock when little Ben woke up the house, 1st Will. Will quietly slipped out of bed trying to wake Emma and padded down the hall to his 6month olds freshly light brown painted room. It was filled with little fuzzy teddy bears and trains.
Ben was fussing around in his dark blue blanket as will carefully picked him up. He carried his son back to his room to see Cassie snuggled up next to her mom. Will couldn't help but stare at the perfect picture in front of him. How could his life get any better? Will tucked Ben into the white basinet next to their bed and snuggled in with his wife and daughter.
This time when Will woke up the bed was empty, and there was a faint smell of pancakes and cinnamon applesauce flouting threw the air of the couples cozy little bedroom.
He heard someone flying up the stairs and before he could react Cassie Shuester had flung in, and then back out screaming "He's up!" as she ran back down the mahogany stair way.
Emma was busy finishing up in the kitchen while Ben sat in his swing and Cassie struggled with setting the table.
Will squeezed Emma from behind and nuzzled her neck, feeling her melt right into him before grabbing stuff for the table to help Cassie.
"Me and mommy made applesauce! With cimnamin!" Will loved when his three year old talked, mispronouncing almost every word. She was always happy, and smiling. "I could smell it all the way upstairs Cass! It looks delicious." "Oh it is," Emma added licking off the finger that she dipped into the bowl as she carried it over to the table. She bent down to quickly kiss Will softly on the lips and continued setting different bowls and plates of food down onto the table.
As she sat down, Will took her hand and looked to the other side of the table to watch Cassie struggle with the big scooping spoon for apple sauce, and then to Ben, who was gurgling on one of his toys and couldn't help but smile at how perfect everything was for him.