Chapter 2
Monologue

"You are the reason it happened." Will and Emma were walking hand in hand through the park near Town Square after their dinner at BreadStix in moderate silence when Will broke it. "Not the main reason, but a big factor in me becoming fairly distant from her."

Emma didn't know if Will was thinking out loud or actually talking to her, "Will, are you talking to me? Or are you thinking out loud?"

"No, no I'm talking to you Em."

"About what?" A chilly November breeze whisked through the trees, dropping down to the sidewalk Will and Emma traveled on, making Emma shiver.

"Are you cold?" Will asked, feeling Emma shiver under the unforgiving November air. "Here, take my jacket." He released his grip on her hand and Emma automatically craved the warmth of his hand against hers again.

"No Will it's fine, just the breeze. Thank you though. You're always such a gentlemen."

"Hey, somebody's gotta bring chivalry back." Will said as they both laughed.

"So, um, what where you saying earlier? Something about me being the reason of something?" Wills smile automatically fell and Emma could feel the sadness in the way he gripped her hand.

"I was saying, how earlier you said you didn't want to be the reason it happened,"

"What happened, Will? You can't call it it until I know what it is."

"You are part of the reason Terri and I broke up. She thought I was in love with you, and the only reason I was staying with her was because of the baby."

Emma's breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat out her thorax, and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks and other places.

"Were you?"

"I am. Right now. I am in love with you, Emma Pillsbury, right this second. And this one, and this one, and oh look at that, I still love you in this one."

They arrived at an old swing set, Will sat down and slowly swung himself back and forth, thinking, and watching Emma. Wishing he had a camera with him to capture her intense beauty under the moonlight. After about 5 minutes or so, she joined him on the swing to the right of his.

"How long? How long have you been in love with me?"

Will exhaled loudly and looked at Emma before beginning what he knew was going to be a long story, acting like a narrator for a flash-back.

"It was March 20, 2007. The kids had just come back from Spring break, tan and rebellious. I wore a white dress shirt with dark-wash jeans, the ones that made my ass look fantastic, as Terri always said, and a wool vest. A strange choice for Spring I agree. What made me wear it that day, I'll never know. The vest was a mixture and pattern of overlapping shades of green and beige. I ran into you during lunch. You where sitting all alone and my 'party' had yet to show. So I sat down next to you, and took in your stunning beauty when you looked up and absorbed your sweet farm girl accent when you introduced yourself. The conversation flew smoothly with no awkward gaps, which was amazing in its own, as we had just met."

Emma was finally looking at Will now, and he looked her straight in her amber eyes, determined to find out tonight, if they where amber or brown or some other color completely different than all the other colors in the world.

"I ached to see you again. When I went home that night, Terri tried to be sexy, and I let her have her way with me, so I could think of you. To be honest, I almost screamed your name that night. Almost. When I went to sleep, I was thinking of you. I dreamt of you that night, what our kids would look like, if we ever had them, what our wedding would be like, if we ever got married. I dreamt of going toy shopping with you for our curly red-head children. I dreamt of you wanting to get educational toys to help them learn, and I wanted to get toys toys for them."

Will looked at Emma, wondering if he freaked her out with the memories stored in his sub-conscious yet. But she was silent, so he continued.

"The dreams got worse the more time I spent with you. By last year, I was having…" Will cleared his throat, if none of his previous confessions scared her, this one would. "Sex dreams. All kinds. Any sex position you can think of. Terri used to joke that when she heard me moaning and grunting in the middle of the night, I was dreaming of her and I would go along with it. Because, I was supposed to be dreaming of her, right? But I couldn't. I kept dreaming of the OCD, mysophobic guidance counselor with the fiery red hair who held my heart in her hands. Thank god she didn't crush it like a fly."

"You said I wasn't the whole reason?" Emma questioned after a moment, taking Will's monologue in.

"I started thinking of ways to spend more time with you, anything would do. A few times I went into your office with problems I made up, just so I could see your face, hear your voice. I started becoming…distant at home, and taking my frustration over Sue out on Terri because Terri never cared about the glee club. She wanted it to be over with as much as Sue did actually. And I didn't need somebody like that to come home to. I needed somebody like…like you. And Terri wasn't that for me. She began accusing me of things I had nothing to do with. She blamed that terrible week when she worked at the school on me, she blamed me for being too 'damn attractive' and 'attracting young lady students with the Gene Kelly charm' I 'unintentionally use' and eventually it got to much. I sort of snapped on her when I found the pregnancy pad."

"How did that happen?"

"I was looking for a pocket square, for Sectionals-" Will was cut off by Emma laughing, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing" Emma insisted between laughs, "It's just, I've never seen you wear a pocket square. You'd look really cute."

"Can I continue?" Will asked with faux impatience.

"Yes, yes, please." Emma insisted, still laughing.

"So I was looking for a pocket square, and I couldn't find one where I thought it would be, so I started looking in drawers. The drawer for Terri's underwear, the drawer for her bras,"

"Wait a second, the woman had two separate drawers for her intimates?"

"Yes, she had…" Will cleared his throat again, getting uncomfortable with the subject. "Many."

"And, wait one second before you go on, why would your pocket square be in her intimates drawer?"

"I don't know, I was desperate."

"For a pocket square?"

"Yes, for a pocket square." Will copied Emma's pronunciation of 'pocket square'. "I knew something was up from the beginning though. She never let me touch her stomach, or see it. She never brought me along to doctor appointments or anything. It's like it wasn't even my baby. It all finally clicked when I pulled the pregnancy pad out of the drawer and looked at myself holding it in the mirror."

"That must have been terrible. I'm so sorry." Emma said, placing her hand on top of his knee and her other hand on his shoulder, scooting closer to him without noticing. Will graciously accepted Emma's comforting words and actions, scooting closer to her also. "You don't have to continue,"

"No, I-I want to. It feels good to get this all out." Emma realized at this moment that Will was on the verge of tears, and felt even worse for her date.

"I went into the kitchen and asked her what it was, she acted like she didn't know what I was talking about. She made up some cockamamie lie, saying they have pregnancy pads at the stores to see how you're going to look when you're showing. I didn't believe her and threw the pad at the spice rack. I lifted up her shirt, and there it was. A pregnancy pad. She was lying to me. It was all a lie!" Will's tears where falling now, hitting the ground like rain drops. He looked at Emma, silently asked for more comfort, and she granted, letting him bury his head in the crook of her neck, smelling in her lilac fabric softener. Her green coat was very soft, and provided great comfort for his tears.

"It's okay sweetie, I won't let her hurt you again. Okay? Just let it all out. I'm here for you." Emma let phrases of comfort pass through her lips like prayers, barley registering the words she was saying. She let her hand that was previously on his knee make large calming circles across his back while her other hand played with his curls.

Neither knew how much time had passed, but neither cared. It was Friday night and they had the entire weekend to catch up on lost sleep. Emma drove Will home in his car, she didn't want him to stretch himself any further. It had probably been a really rough few last weeks for him.

They got home and Emma walked Will up to his door, not wanting him to run off to a bar and drown his sorrows in alcohol. That could only lead to bad things. She opened the door for him and they stood there, staring at the unlocked door.

"Stay with me." The previously silent Will asked Emma, sounding like a 5 year old who was afraid of the dark.

"Will I don't-"

"Please. You're the only thing I have left. Please don't make me sleep alone again."

"Will, I don't know if that's really the right step for our relationship yet."

"Do you love me?" Emma had no clue if Will was sleepwalking or drunk over his emotions at this point, but something was up with him. There was a certain philosophy teaching in his eyes. Like the moment of clarity a drunk has.

"Will, I-" Will stepped closer to her, pushing her against the wall, making it impossible for her to move. He keeps doing that.

"Do you love me?" Will spoke slower and more clearly this time, dragging out every word. "Answer the question. Please." After a few moments of silence, he added "I already told you I love you, and how much I love you. Now all I'm asking is for you to answer, yes or no, if you are in love with me also." Will slowly ground his hips against hers, making her bite her lip and tilt her head back.

"Please Emma. Yes, or no?" Will asked again, moving his face closer to hers until he could feel her hot breath on his lips. Will ground into her hips again, making her moan her answer.

"Yes."


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