Shortly after arriving home, Will was sprawled out on the couch reading their copy of "What to Expect When Your Expecting" while Emma changed into something more comfortable. Doodlebug, their dog, was positioned at the open front door watching the kids across the street play through the glass before it got too dark. Occasionally they would let her go play with the kids but Emma always refused to when their furkid just got back from the groomer.

When Emma finally made her way into the living room carrying a bowl of fresh fruit, he looked up to find her wearing his McKinley High t-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants. Her hair was damp from the shower she had just taken and she was barefoot, another definite sign of a changed Emma Schuester. He smiled at her appearance and obliged when she tapped his leg encouraging him to move it so she could join him on the couch.

"Comfy," he asked setting the book on the coffee table.

"I am now," she said pulling his arm around her to rest with her on their baby bump.

"You should be," he said, "those are super comfy pajamas if I do say so myself."

"Exactly," Emma said stroking his hand, "I didn't think you'd mind."

"Not in the slightest," he said, "there's something super sexy about my pregnant wife wearing my pajamas."

"Get used to it papa," she said, "I'm going to grow out of mine before too long."

"How is the little sea monkey," he asked nuzzling her neck.

"Fine, a bit of fluttering," she said moving his hand with the movement of the baby.

"Fluttering," he laughed, "is that a new word?"

"That's what it feels like. It's not a kick but it feels like I have butterflies in my stomach," Emma said, "Can you feel it?"

"No," he said quietly slipping his hand just under her shirt to get a closer feel.

"Don't worry Will. You will soon enough," she said reassuring him, "hopefully sooner rather than later."

"I know. I can't wait," Will whispered as they settled into to a comfortable position, his hand never leaving the bare skin of her baby bump. Emma reached for the TV remote and flipped on the evening news and Will continued to read. He wanted to be as prepared as possible to take care of his wife during their first pregnancy. His reading kept getting interrupted when his thoughts drifted back to the conversation in his office just a couple of hours earlier.

"How weird was it seeing Rachel today?"

"Took you long enough to ask that question," Emma said reaching for a piece of fruit.

"I know. I guess it just confuses me," he said, "she's always been this over confident person who has her eyes set on one thing and one thing only. Maybe she really does have a lot more to learn from us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, I mean I think I've taught them all I can in the classroom but there might be a few life lessons that they need to learn," he said, "one in particular can only be taught by us."

"I'm not following," she said, "we're going to blame that on the baby and the fact that I'm kind of tired."

"Blame it on the baby," Will questioned.

"Not in a bad way, in a distracting way," Emma answered patting his hand that remained protectively on their baby bump. "I've got some weird things going on here, honey. I keep losing my train of thought. Good thing we're on summer vacation."

"Oh," Will answered, gently stroking the bump, "you know…the book does say that might happen."

"Okay papa," she said with a laugh. She knew all too well that her husband has read more of that book than she has, "let's get back to how you think two former students still need us as mentors."

"I almost quit," he said after a few minutes of silence.

"What," Emma asked turning in his arms to look into his eyes and finding a bit of pain, "that wasn't the question."

"When I came to show you our sectionals trophy and you showed me a wedding ring," Will said brushing her hair back with his fingers, "I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. It took everything inside me to not walk right to Figgins office and quit on the spot."

"Will let's not go…," she started to say.

"It took even more out of me not to collapse right then and there," he said putting his finger to her lips begging her to let him continue, "I was so lost at that moment. I honestly thought that you would come to your senses and realize what was right in front of you but you married him. You gave up on me, on us. You listened to everyone but me. You didn't even give me a chance."

"It was a mistake," she whispered, "one that took me awhile to fix."

"I know honey, I know it was a mistake," Will said, "and I know that the mistake that was made has only made us stronger but I can't help that feeling. The thought of losing you…"

"It wasn't a marriage like we have though," Emma said interrupting him, "it was a spontaneous thing that I let him talk me into. It wasn't what I wanted but I felt trapped. I didn't want to do anything that might cause him to hurt you and spontaneous doesn't really work for me. I need safe, comfortable. I need you."

"Sometimes the emotional pain is so much worse than the physical," he said, "because it did hurt. It hurt like hell."

"Will, why are we talking about this," she asked trying not to drag up any more painful memories.

"I just think that Rachel and Finn kind of walked the same line," he said, "We worked it out. We have a wonderful life together and I really think deep down, they want to do the same. I'm sorry…it must be the pregnancy hormones."

"I think you need to stop reading that book," she said with a laugh, "it's making you a little crazy."

"I guess it is. I wonder if all first time dad's go through this," Will said.

"Don't know," she said kissing him, "you're the only one I know but it's nice to know that you're feeling some of the same things I am, even if it's all in your head."

"I'm sorry Emma," Will said resting his forehead against hers, "sometimes I just have to let that out, I held it in for so long."

"I know," she said running her hand through his hair, "Just remember, I pledged my life to you in front of our friends and family. I couldn't and didn't do that with Carl. Will, I even hyphenated my name because I couldn't commit to it. The day I took yours, I wasted no time in changing everything to Emma Schuester and a couple of things I changed before we got married."

"I love you," he said genuinely as he leaned to kiss her.

"I love you too," she whispered into his lips.

They were lost in their own little world of kisses and cuddles until a light tapping on the storm door. If it weren't for Doodlebug barking at the door, they probably would have moved things into their bedroom before too long.

"Damn," Will muttered burying his face in his wife's neck as she looked toward the door.

"Watch your language," she said untangling herself from her husband and standing up, "there's a baby present."

"I retract that last comment," he said pulling her towards him. He then spoke to the baby bump, "sorry little sea monkey."

"Look, it's our summer school students," Emma teased, motioning for Finn and Rachel to come in.

"Damn," Will said again.

"Will," she said sternly, "seriously?"

"What," he said standing up to hold back the dog as Finn opened the door, "I was totally in to making out with you and a student interrupted us. I thought we were supposed to be on summer vacation."

"I guess it starts tomorrow. After we go to the grocery store," Emma said tucking her hair behind her ear and placing a hand on her back to support the baby bump. "Hi guys."

"Wow, Mrs. Schuester," Rachel said seeing a dressed down Emma for the first time, "you really look different outside of school. A little flushed too, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Finn said, "You look a little red in the cheeks."

"We were um…um…," Will started to say but a discreet pinch to his backside from his wife told him to quickly change the subject, "what can we help you with?"

"We were kind of hoping for some advice," Finn said stooping down to scratch the Schuester family dog, "hiya 'Bug'!"

"Bug," Rachel said shocked, "your dog's name is Bug?"

"Doodlebug, actually," Emma said sitting back down and tucking her legs under her. "Make yourselves comfortable."

"Can I get you guys anything," Will asked.

"No thanks Will," Finn said casually. Rachel looked at him in shock, speaking to their former teacher so casually. "We just had dinner at the Stix."

"You just called Mr. Schuester by his first name," Rachel said.

"A lot's changed in the last two years Rachel," Finn said, "you left, remember? I didn't. They're my friends."

"I don't know if like where this is going," Emma said as Will sat next to her.

"Let's cut to the chase so we can get back to us," he whispered, "guys, what's goin' on?"

"Let's just say neither of us have been able to move on since we graduated," Rachel said. "Something is always missing for me and I know it's Finn."

"The boring person that I am though wasn't good enough for you," Finn said, "you have to have that fast paced, name in lights life and I don't."

"Good lord, are we flashbacking here or what," Emma said quietly to her husband. All the married couple could do was sit there and witness the exchange between their former students. Will knew the second things got too heated, Finn would walk away and take a breather. Emma was beginning to understand what he meant when he said Rachel and Finn sort of walked the same line.

"Being on Broadway is my destiny," Rachel said, "if you love really love me Finn, you should want to support my dream."

"What about my dreams," Finn said, "There are two people in a relationship Rachel. Two people working together is the only way it will be successful. I don't want to go to New York. I want to make something of myself too. I'm starting to do that here."

"The only thing I've ever wanted to do in life is sing on Broadway," Rachel said, "I can't walk away from it."

"So you want me to walk away from mine, is that it? Rachel, I want to be a teacher," Finn said, "turns out I'm kind of good at it. Why can't you be happy for me?"

"I am happy for you," Rachel said, "they need teachers in New York too Finn."

"I don't know want to move to New York," Finn said, "my family is here. My friends are here. Everything I want is here in Lima, except you."

"I've come so far," Rachel said, "I can't walk away from it now."

"What if you walked away from the wrong thing," Finn said, "what if you're making a mistake?"

"Finn," Rachel started to say as Doodlebug started barking and scratching at the door to be let out.

"I'll walk her real quick," Finn said grabbing Doodlebug's leash. He was clearly getting a bit frustrated and needed to step away from the situation.

"Rachel," Will said, "Think back to when you wrote 'Get it Right'. You were fighting for Finn then. You really need to step back and think about the words. The words that you, yourself wrote. You have to face your mistakes and you'll get stronger and wiser."

"You just need to figure out what you need to do to fix it and make things right," Emma said sitting on her husband's knee.

"But what if he doesn't want me," she said.

"Oh I think he does," Will said, "he wouldn't have stormed out of here if he didn't. Love is about compromise. It's not a one sided thing and it takes work."

"Making sacrifices," Rachel said picking at the hem of her skirt.

"I don't feel like I sacrificed my chance on Broadway to be with Emma. I see it the other way around, I would have sacrificed the one thing that lights up my world for a shot in the dark," Will said, honesty dripping off of his words. "I said it this afternoon and I'm sure I'll say it a million more times in my life but for me…it meant nothing without her there to share it with me."

"I still don't understand," Rachel said, "she wanted you to go."

"Just because I told him to go doesn't for a second mean that I wanted him to," Emma said running her fingers through his hair. "I didn't but I thought after all I put him through that year…"

"All you had to do was tell me to stay," he said cutting her off, "I wanted you to tell me to stay. One blink."

"There you go again," Rachel said quietly, "losing yourselves in your own little world. Is that what love is supposed to be like?"

"We can't speak for other people but this is what it's like for us," Emma said, "there's a closeness that is kind of inexplicable. It's been there since the day we met and no one has been able to break my walls down the way Will has and he's done it without even trying."

"I've never had anyone in my life that I can trust so completely," Will said, "you know I've never told anyone this, not even you honey, but I was there was a part of me that was devastated when Terri told me she was pregnant."

"What," she said, "why?"

"I was already in love with you by that time. When she told me, I was crushed because it tied me to her when I honestly wanted to find a way to get closer to you. I never wanted to share that experience with Terri. I wanted to share it with you and only you," he said with his eyes filling with tears, "and then when…"

"Will, stop," Emma said, "that's all ancient history now. And you are sharing this experience with me and only me."

"Um excuse me," Rachel said, "still here."

"Rachel," Will said clearing his throat, "we can't tell you what to do. Only what we did and why we did it."

"I see," she said getting up and walking toward the kitchen.

"What's happening here," Will said watching her walk away. He looked to the front porch and through the window could see Finn sitting on the porch swing, "This is still our house, isn't it? They've made themselves quite at home."

"Sweetheart, I think our lazy kick off to summer vacation has to start tomorrow night under a mandatory lockdown," Emma said putting a hand on her stomach.

"Fluttering," Will asked protectively.

"Fluttering," she answered.

"All right then. I guess we should deal with the kids. I'll take this one," he said nodding his head towards the porch, "you take that one."

"Actually I think I should talk to Finn and you should talk to Rachel," Emma said.

"Shouldn't it be man to man though," Will argued.

"Trust me," she said reaching up to kiss him, "it's what I do."

He watched with a huge grin on his face as she walked to the front door. He hoped that they could get through to the kids quickly and resume their cuddling because he was incredibly turned on by his beautiful, pregnant wife and wanted to focus solely on her.