This fic was supposed to be a oneshot. You guys asked in your reviews for a answer. As I loved both options, I wrote them. So, the baby is gonna be Will's in this chapter, but he's gonna be Carl's in the next one and so on. Six (short) chapters.

Enjoy and let me know me if you like it :)

I will thank aggie as always for being my beta ^^

Will's - I

Timmy rested on her hip when she finally opened the door that Friday afternoon. He wasn't giggling or jumping back and forward as usual. Instead, his head hid in the crotch of his mother's neck as twisting his little fingers around her ginger hair.

Emma bounced him gently around the kitchen while waiting for the water to boil. It didn't make the sore disappear, so she left Will preparing the tea and sat on the couch with her son on her lap. Biting his toys wasn't enough and he began to cry louder, tears falling down his very soft cheeks. Then, she caressed his gums with one of her fingers, magically soothing the pain. It seemed to calm him down.

"He's a bit feverish" she explained when Will reappeared with the drinks on hand, sugar already added. He kissed the baby's head but the boy didn't want to leave his mother's heartbeat. It gave him safety feelings.

He looked at his father with big eyes not stopping chewing the finger. At his seven months, he was already able to recognize him, so he smiled slightly and tried to reach him with one of his feet.

It had been four months since Emma had started to live by her own with the baby, one since she became officially a single mom. Carl had left her as soon as he found out that his wife's son wasn't his. She didn't blame him at all because she had known who the baby's father was since the moment she got pregnant. After all, she was in love with other man when they had began going out, and when they got married, and when he thought they were going to be parents.

She was dedicated, though; loving her baby, working hard to go on by her own. She was strong, and she needed space, time to clear her mind. That's why he had to ring her door to see his son. Even though he wanted nothing more than to live with his family, he was willing to wait in order to get it right. He wouldn't handle losing them for good.

So he came as often as he was allowed to. He loved the feeling of his child's tiny body on his arms, with the little sticky hands messing him up and his laugh making his heart swelled. Will sat on Emma's carpet and played dumb, tickled and did wherever he needed to make his son laugh again. He changed diapers and bath him, and often getting splashed. Sometimes, if he was lucky enough, he stayed while Emma breastfed Timmy and then put him in bed with a lovely lullaby. Other times, he didn't.

That Friday, he stayed. Will saw her closed quietly Tommy's door after her. It had taken more than half an hour to make him fall asleep. It was late, he should go home but he wanted to stay with her some time, alone.

He had made her a sandwich for dinner and she smiled grateful. She was tired, exhausted, but she didn't complain. She never did. She liked having him around.

Her t-shirt was stained, wet with her own milk. It soaked though the fabric of her bra and Will couldn't keep his eyes off her. He just found her so desirable now. Being the mother of his son made him love her even more.

They sat together on her kitchen. Conversation was quiet but joyful. It was nice being together, just the two of them. She smiled at him over the table, and he just wanted to kiss her senseless right then and right there. But he didn't, he would wait.

"Would you like to spend the night here?" he accepted her offer without a second thought. It would be the first night they would spend together. Wasting the opportunity didn't even cross his mind.

"I would love to, Emma."