hey wemmites! this is just a little one shot that i'm thinking about turning into a series of drabbles about wemma pregnancy (original, right) but anyways, let me know what you think :-)
Chinks of sunlight fell through the half open curtains, the golden glow warming her skin in a gentle caress. Emma Pillsbury snuggled deeper into her pillow, her arm searching for the other body that occupied the other side of the bed.
Emma lifted her head once she realised that Will was no longer there. Curious, she heaved her body out of the bed, tired muscles from last nights 'celebrations' protesting as she walked towards the kitchen, eyes briefly glancing to the calendar that sat on her bedside table. One week left until school. Emma sighed as she padded into the kitchen; only one more week left of this blissful nothing that they had basked in for almost 2 months.
As she entered the kitchen, a small smile crept its way onto Emma's face, as she saw her fiancé, asleep at the breakfast table. The parenting book that he had insisted on buying yesterday after learning of their little surprise , as well as dragging her to every 'mother and baby' store that Lima, Ohio had to offer was limp in his hand.
Kneeling down so that her head was level with his, Emma gently kissed his temple. "Will" she cooed, watching as he stirred slightly. Moving her mouth to caress the shell of his ear with her tongue she whispered again "honey, come on, wake up".
At her ministrations, Will's eyes cracked open. "Emma?" he sounded confused. "Wha- Where am I? Why am I at the breakfast table?"
Inwardly laughing at her fiancés adorable-ness, Emma let out a slight chuckle "I think you fell asleep reading that" she pointed to the book, "seriously Will, the baby's not coming for another 8 months" pressing her lips to his temple again as she moved to get up.
Will grabbed her fore arm, pulling her back down to his level and turning to face her he said "hey now, I didn't get to say good morning yet" Taking her hands in his and placing them on her still flat stomach, he whispered; "hey baby, I know we did a lot of talking to you yesterday, but I just wanted to say again that I'm so excited that you're in there, you're perfect and beautiful and wonderful. We'll love you no matter what. Oh, and you're gonna have the best mommy in the world, ever."
Even at the simple statement, Emma's eyes filled with tears at his words. This man, this sweet, perfect man had chosen to spend his life with her. To have his children with her. The thought sometimes still over whelmed her.
She knelt down and brought her lips to his, her tongue probing into his mouth, demanding power.
Will wrapped his arms around her hips and stood up, loving the friction as her legs automatically locked around his waist. Once they parted for breath, Will raised an eyebrow, "Really Ems? Round 4?"
Emma just grinned at him, moving her hand dangerously low to his boxers. Will shrugged and devoured her mouth in his once again.
Et voila! Très cheesy ending I know, but oh well :-)