It's been longer than the last ones, but I've been busy. The last few days of school went by faster than I'd predicted, and then I had to pack as I am now home for Reading Break! I haven't been home since Thanksgiving in October, and that was only three days.

Also, as a side note – WE WON GOLD! I'm extremely proud to be a Canadian right now, as Alexandre Bilodeau won Canada's first gold medal of the Games this year, and the first EVER on home soil. I am SO happy that I was able to watch it live in my parents' living room! I just need to add that I loved the reaction from the Australian guy who was bumped from the gold spot by Bilodeau when the Canadian won. We could tell that he really wanted to beat Canada on its home turf (if you read his bio, you'll know why), and then pouted live during the flower presentation AND medal ceremony. As a proud Canadian with a bit of a competitive edge, I feel the great need to say "Suck it!". So I did. :D

All right, so, on we go with the next chapter. I had originally started with one idea, and then had this one pop into my head while re-watching the coverage of both the women's and men's moguls from Saturday and Sunday, respectively. There's really no connection between the two…it just kind of happened.

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far! I hope you enjoy this.

D – Daughters

"Daddy, Daddy! Look what I can do!"

"No Daddy, look at me!"

Will laughed as his two little redheads nearly took him out at the knees in their excitement to see him. "Slow down there, girls!" He laughed, dropping his bag to embrace them tightly.

"Melissa, Chloe, give your father room to breathe," their mother scolded as she emerged from the kitchen.

"But Mommy!"

"No buts, Melissa," Emma said firmly. "You need to let your father get at least four steps into the house before you run at him."

"Why don't you both go and wait for me in the living room?" Will suggested, looping an arm around Emma's waist to bring her close. "Mommy and I will be there in just a moment."

"Hello, Daddy," Emma smiled at Will and finished wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, as always," Will said. He pulled her further into his body and bent his head down to kiss her fully. "Mmm, yes, I did miss you."

"Mommy! Daddy!" Came twin whines from the direction of the living room.

"They're calling for us," Emma pointed out, running the silk of Will's tie through her fingers. "We'd better go in there."

"Keep thinking what you're thinking," Will winked cheesily at his wife. They both laughed as she chased him down the hall to the other room, flicking him with the dishtowel much to the delight of their daughters.

* * *

"That's not fair! How come Chloe gets to do something and I don't?" Melissa continued to whine as she proceeded her father into the house.

"Chloe is two years older than you, Missa," Will explained patiently. "She will always be able to do things before you, sweetie."

"But that's just not fair!" Melissa stamped her twelve-year-old foot down hard. "You and Mom are horrible! I hate you both!"

"Melissa!" Will called out, watching hopelessly as his younger daughter ran upstairs and slammed her bedroom door as loud as she possibly could.

"Will? Will, what's going on?" Emma asked worriedly, emerging from the living room where she'd been watching Disney movies with their son and his oldest sister.

"I had to tell her that she couldn't go on a weekend trip with a friend and the friend's older sister," Will sighed. "She's never said that she hates me before."

"Missa's twelve, Will," Emma said as she pulled him into a warm embrace. "We've apparently gotten away easily with Chloe, so we're well overdue for a horrible teenage attitude."

"How did this just show up overnight?" Will wanted to know. "She was fine yesterday."

"It's called hormones, Dad," Chloe said as she walked by. At fourteen, she considered herself to be the Fountain of All Knowledge Pertinent to Anything. "They just happen whenever."

"Go talk to her, Will," Emma advised.

"But you're a girl! You can get through to her better!" Will protested weakly. "I'm just going to get yelled at and insulted again."

"Man up, Will," Emma used her 'tough love' tone that she had adopted when the girls had gotten old enough to whine when they didn't get what they wanted. "She's a twelve-year-old girl. You're her father. Just remember, she may dislike you right now, but she's never going to actually hate you."

"Just offer her something pink and frilly, and she'll forgive you," Chloe snarked, walking back into the living room with the huge jar full of cookies.

"Talk," Emma said before following Chloe to deal with the cookie situation.

Will squared his shoulders and headed upstairs to talk to his daughter.

* * *

The sliver of light that cut into the room when the door cracked open roused both Will and Emma from the deep grip of sleep. "Whozat?" Will muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"Daddy? Mommy? Can I come in?" Chloe's small voice interrupted the silence.

"Sure sweetie, come on up," Emma patted the middle of the bed and moved aside to create a small space in between her and her husband. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure that there's a new baby coming?" Chloe asked once she'd settled in between her half-asleep parents in their bed.

"Yes, we're sure," Will beamed as he reached over to place a loving hand on Emma's slightly rounded stomach. "Why?"

"Is this new baby going to make you love me and Missa any less?" Chloe immediately hid her face in Will's chest after she asked the question.

Will gaped at Emma, neither of them knowing quite what they should say. "And where did you get that idea, Chloe?" Her father asked softly.

"Amber at school said that when her mommy and daddy had another new baby, they stopped looking at her and her sister and just looked at the baby," Chloe sniffled as tears started to fall from her eyes.

"That's just nonsense," Emma proclaimed. "We could only ever love you more, never less."

"But Amanda's in second grade, and she's really smart," Chloe said. She looked up at both of her parents with both confusion and frustration present in her big brown eyes.

"Does that make her smarter than me?" Will asked, leaning down to kiss Chloe's nose and earn himself a giggle. "Does that make her smarter than Mommy?"

"No, cause you guys are old," Chloe stated with the knowing tone of a six-year-old.

"Well, then, there you have it," Will said as he decided that talking his daughter out of thinking her parents were old was a losing battle. "Amber can't possibly be right about us loving you less when the new baby comes. We still loved you exactly the same when Missa was born, and we're going to love you just as much when the new baby comes."

"Promise?" Chloe gazed hopefully at both of her parents, the tears finally drying from her eyes.

"Promise on a seashell on the seashore," the adults recited together. This was a saying that Chloe had come up with one afternoon when they had taken a family vacation to a sunny Miami beach. Since then it was all that she would let them promise with.

And to a six-year-old, that meant that everything would be okay.

I usually hate these notes (as I've said before) but I couldn't not share this with you. Oh. My. GAWD! Copy and paste the link (without spaces, of course): http: //ca . eonline . com / videos / v50279_glee-peek- . html and you will be a very happy Gleek. Especially those of us who love Wemma/Wilma/whatever-they-are.

I'm far too delirious in happiness (both over this and the fact that Canada won its second gold today! Hurrah for Maelle Ricker!), so I'm going to stop now. And possibly watch that video again. Exactly 8 weeks today until Hello airs!