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1 Month Later;
Will's POV:
The tears trickled down Emma's face as we saw our baby, for the first time, on the monitor. Emma was too scared to visit before, in case anything had gone wrong while she was stressed about her parents. She wouldn't eat properly so she lost a lot of weight and she was on the verge of anorexia. She couldn't get to sleep at night, either. The Doctor told her that she wouldn't be able to have this child if she continued to not eat or sleep. For a while, she was telling me maybe she should just leave it and maybe getting rid of the baby would be the best idea for us at that precise minute. But she got better for our baby. And she is getting better every day. She isn't far off her original weight and she is now sleeping at night.
"Emma, it seems to me that you're further on, than we thought." The Doctor announced.
"So-so I'm not one month pregnant?"
"No. It turns out you are actually 4 months pregnant, but the baby has been a late 'bloomer' because of the stress you were handling. This is why your body had none of the symptoms, before."
"4-4 months?" I stuttered.
"Yes. 4 months and 2 weeks." The Doctor replied.
"Will-will I have the symptoms?" Emma asked timidly.
"Yes. But your baby bump will not be as big as other expecting mothers. Your sickness won't last as long, though."
"It's already stopped." She said.
"Okay, that's a good sign that the baby is growing and that it is perfectly healthy."Emma smiled.
"Thank you, Doctor." Emma wiped the jelly off of her stomach and got off the bed.
"My pleasure. Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Schuester." Emma turned to face me and grinned. I grinned back.
"Why are you grinning?" Asked the Doctor.
"We aren't married. Just engaged." I told her.
"Oh! Sorry! I thought you were! You suit each other perfectly and you are so loved up, I just assumed. Sorry!" Emma blushed.
"It's okay." I smiled to the Doctor as we left.
"Maybe that's a sign?" I said as we got into the car.
"What was, honey?" She replied, fastening the seatbelt.
"Her thinking we're married. Maybe we should, soon?" I turned the engine on.
"Wh-what?" Her tone was worried.
"It doesn't mean we have to, it's just an idea. I just can't wait to marry you, sweetheart."
"I don't think we should, Will. And I can't wait, either. But we have to!"
"Why do we 'have' to?" She lifted my hand up and placed it onto her stomach.
"This baby is going to be born in five months. It takes a while to plan, Will!"
"We can get help? Lots of help?"
"I'm not going to walk down the aisle like an elephant. If I actually make it all the way without going into labour!"
"Please, honey?" I pleaded.
"No. No wedding until this one comes out!" She patted her abdomen. I sighed.
"Fine, but as soon as the baby comes, I'm planning." Emma laughed as we pulled into our driveway. We climbed out and unlocked the front door to get in.
"I'm going up for a bath, want to join me?" Emma asked with puppy dog eyes.
"I could never say no to playing, I mean laying, in the bath with my girl." She slapped me round the arm.
"Watch it Mister." We walked upstairs and got undressed. Emma turned the taps, from the bath in the en-suite, on and we laid under the bed covers waiting for it to fill up.
I kissed her neck gently.
"I think you missed my face." Emma said as she moved my lips to hers. I climbed on top of her and kissed her again, deeper this time. She rolled me over so she was on top of me. She leaned in closer.
"Bath time." She got off the bed and went into the en-suite. I slapped the bed.
"You coming in, or not?" She shouted.
"Yep, just coming." I called back as I stood up and made my way to the bath. I slid in first then Emma sat on my legs.
"Is this okay?" She asked as she applied all of her weight on me, which wasn't a lot.
"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?" I asked as she leaned back into my chest.
"Because I might squash you. Well, WE might squash you." She placed my hands on her stomach.
"Why would you squash me? You are as light as a feather. You're my china doll, delicate and gorgeous." She sat up.
"Just because I lost weight, it doesn't mean I'm delicate. I know I weigh next to nothing but I couldn't deal with it, Will. I just couldn't! You don't know what it's like being disowned by your own parents!" She started sobbing. I pulled her into a hug.
"Oh, honey! That isn't what I meant!" I rubbed her arms, up and down.
"What did you mean, then?"
"I meant that you are delicate because you're carrying my baby and if anything was to happen to you or the baby, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself! Can we get back to our bath, now?" I asked, kissing the back of her neck.
"Hm, kay." She leant back into me and we relaxed.
"Emma, I love you. Please don't feel like you should hide anything from me or tell me lies. I will never hurt you or disrespect you, in anyway. You are perfect to me."
"Well... There is one thing I haven't told you." She sniffled.
"What's that? I won't get mad at you, I promise."
"When I first found out I was pregnant, last month, and my parents were being horrible to my situation, I got so low that I-I tried to take my own life. I am so sorry, Will. I will never try it again, I promise. I love you and what we have together so much that I couldn't bare being without you!" My jaw dropped.
"Wh-what did you do?" I asked, I became worried.
"I-I gave myself an overdose, Will, I swear I will never do that again!" I pulled her in closer to me.
"Just as long as you are okay now, sweetie. That's all that matters to me."
"I love you, Will." Emma announced.
"I love you too, sweetie. Till the end of time."