Hello Wemma peeps! :) This hiatus is doing things to me, and as a result this fic sprung up. I hope you enjoy it! There's a little something extra in this story, too, which Rainedrops may recognize. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee! I would be happy if I did, though! :D
Two Hearts Beat As One: Chapter 1
The Schuester family, being a family of two for two years, is going to have a new addition. This news was delivered to Emma on a bright and breezy Wednesday morning by her doctor, exactly one hour ago.
Up to now, Emma sat in a daze in her car, drinking in her predicament. Not that she was feeling inadequate for this important milestone in her life, or helpless with the situation at the moment, because she felt quite the opposite. She was filled with happiness and excitement, and felt so jittery that she found it hard to concentrate on anything, let alone drive herself home.
So she stayed sitting alone in her car, only this time, she didn't feel the need to roll up all the windows, put on sad music, and cry. All she wanted to do was calm herself down into a state where she can get home safely, back to the most important person in her life, her husband, Will. Well, not for long. He will have to share the limelight with someone else in approximately nine months.
They had both wanted so badly to have a baby. After she had gotten over her OCD and had no trouble being intimate with Will, he had jokingly told her that they needed to practice a lot for this shining moment in their lives. Emma had blushed demurely at his comment then, although secretly, she shared his dream.
Ever since they had been together, properly, he was the only one she could picture having children with. He told her the same thing, and that meant a lot to her, considering the baby fiasco he had with his ex-wife. She was glad that he was willing to take a chance with her, and she only ever wished she could make his dream of being a father come true.
Accordingly, after their wedding, they decided to get to work right away. And yet, fate had been unkind to them, and that longed-for baby had been elusive to be had. They had married when Emma was almost 33 and Will 34, on a bright and sunny June day. Emma was almost 35 now, and Will was 36.
They had spent two years of marital bliss with each other, and the lack of a child hadn't really dampened their spirits. They were still as in love with each other as before, and considered themselves very lucky that they had found each other. Will had reassured her that his love for her would not change, and would only grow stronger everyday, even if they would not have children. Emma was sure he meant what he said, but deep down, she felt her biological clock ticking, and she was scared of never having a chance to make her life perfect. She always thought that a baby would be the icing on the cake that was their union.
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She started feeling little tiny changes about two weeks ago. She felt tired after lunch and started taking naps in the middle of the day, which she never did before, not since she was a preschooler. Her breasts became tender, but her period didn't come like they usually did after a few days. She shrugged it off, though, because her periods were somewhat irregular, and concluded her hormones were just out of whack. Then the nausea came, even before she was out of bed. When the vomiting came, Will was worried. It had gone on for three straight days, and they thought she had a stomach superbug. He was anxious for her to go to the doctor.
"Sweetie, you had better go to the doctor this time," he said. "Promise me you'll go, please? Better yet, I'll call the hospital for an appointment, I think you need a thorough workup to figure out what's ailing you."
"It's just a stomach bug, Will, it will go away on its own," she said, but that was the last thing she had to say before she ran for the bathroom for the second time that morning. She was heaving over the toilet bowl by the time he caught up with her.
"Just breathe deeply for a while, Emma," he said soothingly while massaging her back.
"What's wrong with me?" she sobbed into his chest while he enveloped her in his arms as they both sat on the floor slumped beside the bathtub.
"Shhh, you're going to be all right," he said into her hair while rubbing soothing circles on her arm. "That doctor's appointment seems like a good idea now, doesn't it? Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
They stood up from where they sat on the floor, and as Emma was brushing her teeth, Will made the call to their local hospital.
"They've scheduled you for a check up tomorrow, Em. They said we should monitor your situation and if you continue vomiting, we should go to the ER straight away. In the mean time, you're supposed to stay in bed and have some fluids in you to replace what you've lost. I'd better get you some Gatorade."
"Okay," she said meekly, tired out from her ordeal. He tucked her in bed, giving her a little kiss on the forehead before getting her what she needed. She sighed into her pillow, a million thoughts running through her mind.
As Will went to the kitchen, the same thing was happening to him. Did he dare himself to hope? They never spoke about the elephant in the room, but Will was not ignorant about the little changes that have been happening to Emma. It would be better to be cautious than to expect too much from this, he thought. I wouldn't want to be disappointed if things don't turn out how I like them to.
He brought her the Gatorade with a small smile on his face.
"Feeling better, honey?" he asked.
"Thank you, sweetie. Yes, I'm feeling much better," she said, returning the smile.
"So, your appointment is for 9 am tomorrow . . . Oh, shoot! I have that meeting with the school board tomorrow to discuss the Glee Club budget for next school year! Why they had to schedule it in the summer, I can't understand! It's at 8:30. I can try to ask someone to cover for me, though."
"No, you have to go yourself, you're the one who knows the club inside and out, and what's best for it. I'll be fine going by myself, the trip to the hospital will only take 20 minutes max."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure, don't worry about it."
"Promise you'll call me if anything goes wrong, okay?"
"Okay."
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The next day found her alone in the doctor's office without Will by her side. After the usual interview about her signs and symptoms and a physical examination, she had to have some blood work done because the general practitioner could not find anything wrong with her at the moment. She was encouraged to stay while awaiting the results, so by 10, she was sitting in the waiting room, leafing through a lawn mower's magazine catalogue, barely recognizing what she saw on the pages.
"Mrs. Schuester? Dr. Christopherson will see you now about the results of your work up," the doctor's assistant said and ushered her back into the office.
"Hello again, Mrs. Schuester. You might want to sit down for this!"
She gasped, her big old Bambi eyes going even bigger as she heart leapt to her throat.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way! I've got good news, actually. Congratulations! You're going to have a baby!" Dr. Christopherson quickly announced to relieve her from further anxiety. "I'll have to refer you now to your OB-GYN."
She couldn't describe how happy she felt, she was smiling such a huge smile that her cheeks hurt, and her eyes watered with happy tears. On top of that she, became speechless. All she could do was look down on her belly and rub it affectionately.
"Now, I understand that Dr. Anderberry is your OB-GYN. Would you like us to set you up with an appointment with her?"
She finally found her voice. "Yes, thank you doctor, I would appreciate it."
The doctor's assistant made the appointment, which was scheduled for Friday at 2 pm.
Emma thanked Dr. Christopherson for delivering her the news and walked back to her car, which she sat in for quite sometime. Who would have thought that she would be bringing home some good news when what brought her to the hospital had seemed horrible?
Will is going to be ecstatic about this! How should I tell him? She thought that moment would be so special, no matter what. She was finally able to shake off her nerves and decided it was time to get home. Will would be home at around noon, so that just gave her time to prepare a simple lunch. But first, she needed to go to the pharmacy for her chosen plan to work.
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Emma waited nervously for Will to arrive home. He had called her up for an update on her situation. Did she imagine it, or was there a note of disappointment in his voice when she told him it was just a stomach bug? He would be home by 12:30 pm. She had prepared for them some salad and PB&J sandwiches for lunch, being pressed for time coming from the hospital.
She heard a jingle of keys and the clicking open of the lock. A second later, Will popped in the front door, yelling, "Honey, I'm home!"
"Hey baby!" Emma greeted him, almost wincing at the word 'baby,' but she caught herself just in time. They shared a sweet kiss and a big bear hug. "Uhm, how did the meeting go?" She said nonchalantly, recovering just in time. Don't act suspicious!she chided herself, but she could not stop the hammering of her heart inside her chest.
"Great! Even though the school board couldn't afford lunch for us . . . budget cuts . . . they gave the Glee Club a really good deal! But enough about the Glee Club, how are you? Are you sure it's just a stomach bug?" he asked, concern apparent in his hazel eyes.
"Yes, I'm sure!" she said almost defensively, not meeting his eyes with her brown orbs. "So, are you hungry? I hope you'll like what were having for lunch. I only had a little time to prepare it, so it will have to do. I promise I'll make it up to you later!" she said, changing the subject. She wasn't an expert at deflection for nothing.
"I'm famished, let's eat! Oh, PB&J, my favorite! It reminds me of our first excursion together, along with six Glee kids, of course!" he said fondly, reminiscing the past with a smile.
They talked about mundane things while having lunch, cracking each other up with jokes and putting each other in a good mood. They cleaned up the dishes together afterwards, then proceeded to cuddle on the couch.
Emma yawned a big yawn and snuggled even closer to Will.
"I think it's time for someone's nap!" he laughed.
She pretended to be annoyed by him, giving him a sulky glare, but then she smiled. "Before I have my nap, though, I remember I have a present for you. Can you get it, please? It's sitting behind that photo of us in New York."
"Great, a present! I love presents! I can't believe you're giving me an early two-year anniversary present, I haven't even a clue what to get you yet!" he said happily, already off the couch. What he brought back with him was a small rectangular box, covered in periwinkle wrapping paper.
Emma's heart was pounding with anticipation. "Well, it can be considered a present for both of us. Open it!"
"Okay, okay, I will," Will said, laughing at her excitement, at the same time intrigued by what she said. He gingerly removed the wrapper and the tissue paper covering the present. He held the small item, his hand shaking slightly, just staring at it for a couple of seconds, not able to say anything. He then looked at Emma, his eyes going wide.
"Is this, uhm, is this for real, Em?" he asked, clearly not believing what he saw until she confirmed it with her words.
"Yup," she said, nodding her head, a wide smile gracing her features. "Congratulations, Daddy!"
The pregnancy kit stick with the plus sign on it clattered to the floor as his arms encircled her waist. He suddenly gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, and it seemed to go on forever. When they parted, slightly panting, their foreheads still touching together, he whispered, "I love you so much, Em! You've made me the happiest man on earth!" He pecked at her lips again.
She smiled into his kiss. "I love you, too, so much! Thanks for making me the happiest woman on earth!" she returned, stroking the hair near his nape lovingly.
She then noticed that tears were rolling down his cheeks unchecked. That made her lose it, too, and in a second, they were both wiping each others' tears away. He was crying for the child he had finally gained in exchange for the child which he never had that he considered he lost. She was crying because she never thought she would be a mother because of her issues, which she has thankfully overcome, and partly, for the same reason he had. But all those tears were tears of joy, there is no denying that. They were crying, but they were both so happy.
AN: Thanks for reading! I hope you review! :)