Sick Day
Emma awoke suddenly, her body jolting forward as she quickly realised what was happening, rushing into the bathroom, her knees giving way as she slid onto the cold tiled floor in front of the toilet.
The noises of someone being sick forced Will awake; his sub-concious seeming to know that it was Emma; his feet made their way to the bathroom. He was faced with the view of his beautiful wife sat in front of the toilet, her hair pulled back with one hand and her face red and tear stained, her lower lip falling under her teeth as it wobbled. It was here Will realised she was shaking. His arms found their way to her waist, the other hand taking her hair from her and gently placing it down.
She felt Will's comforting arms wrap around her and she allowed herself to relax in her husbands hold.
"Oh Em" Will sighed, breaking the silence and kissing underneath her ear lovingly. It was at this point Emma realised where she was, jumping from his grasp.
"Leave me alone Will" She rasped out, her throat buring from the acid that she'd just thrown up. "I don't want you to see me like this" Will nodded, sitting up and pulling her back into his arms.
"There's no chance in hell I'm leaving you now, sweetie it's okay to be ill, I know how dirty it makes you feel" Will felt her nod into his chest. "How about I get you a glass of water and turn on the shower and you brush your teeth?" Emma strained out an okay and stood up with Will, them each going seperate ways.
After her shower Emma came out looking refreshed, but still very pale. Will studied her from their bed, where he had waited for her.
"Honey are you feeling better?" Will soothed as she came and placed herself in between his legs, snuggling into his chest and letting out a whimper in disagreement. "Don't get too comfortable, I need to get up in a minute" Emma groaned in protest. "I need to call Figgins for both of us"
"No, you're not sick Will, you should go in" she said weakly.
"Are you sure you're okay on your own?" He asked and she meekly nodded her head.
"Go" she said, sitting up to let him get up. She felt his weight leave the bed as she fell back onto it, pulling the blanket up to her chest and sighing. She watched Will grab his clothes and begin to walk out, smiling at how thoughtful he was. He doesn't want to wake me up.
"I just need to ask" He said, quickly walking backwards into the room again, Emma looked up expectantly. "Are you..." Emma shook her head.
"I don't think so sweetie" She ushered for him to come over to her. He complied, she pulled his t-shirt closer to her and whispered onto his lips. "Someday, I promise" before kissing him lightly, he still looked disappointed, but Emma knew one day she'd be pregnant with Will Shuester's baby, and they'd be the happiest people in the world.
Hello! This is my first story, I wont really be writing Wemma much but I got this idea and couldn't help myself! I might make this a two-part fic, I have an idea, so review if you think I should :)