She collapsed against her pillow, breathing hard. To her left, she heard him do the same. Reaching over, she wrapped her arms around his sweaty torso and pressed her lips against his. She whispered in his ear, "I love you, Will."
One morning a few weeks later, Will woke to find himself alone in bed. He groaned as he stood, realizing he wasn't getting any younger. Wondering where Emma had gone, he ambled down the hallway and saw the bathroom door closed. When he tried to turn the knob, he found it locked.
"Emma?" he called, knocking on the door.
"Um… yes?" she answered, sounding distracted.
His brow crinkled. "Everything okay in there?" An odd noise issued from behind the door, like a sheet of paper being hastily tucked aside.
"Ye-yes, everything's find. I just need a… a few minutes of privacy, okay?" her quiet voice called. "Privacy."
"Sure, Em," he returned good-naturedly. Chuckling to himself, he imagined Emma scrubbing some part of herself or the bathroom vigorously until it was rid of every germ.
He poured some coffee for each of them and unfolded the daily newspaper, sipping occasionally as he read the funnies. As he snickered at "Dilbert," Emma walked into the room. He could see that she was trying to suppress a grin. "What?" he asked, smiling too.
Unable to control it any longer, she let her smile spread across her face. She sat down on his knee and wrapped her arms around him playfully. "Will… I'm pregnant."
He exhaled sharply around a grin and pulled her into a close embrace. "Wow… Emma. Wow!" All he could do then was laugh out loud with joy and kiss her. Placing a hand on her stomach, flat for now but not for long, Will laughed again and looked up into her bright eyes lit up with happiness.
That day at work, the two of them walked through the hallways as though they were walking on air.