"Der aint nuthing wrong wticha' baby." I let my fake southern accent run wild as I held a cowboy figure on Emma's knee.

"At least act your age, Will." Emma smiled gently at me though, and held my hand lightly in hers. I rambled through the wicker basket on the floor while she spoke and gasped, pulling out a toy.

"Em, look! It's Superman!" Coyly, I looked around, and slipped the small action figure in my jacket pocket.

"Will! Tell me you're not serious." Smiling vibrantly at her I let Superman drop into the basket.

"Emma and Will Schuester?" A short, overweight lady with faulty hair and a wart on her cheek all us to the counter. "So, I read on your chart that you're having issues becoming pregnant? Have you tried surrogacy?" Emma and I shared a scared, tentative look.

We saw every possible surrogate after that appointment. Religious nuts, the legally insane, immigrants, and those so poor this was their only option. I remember at one point Emma opened the door and slammed it right back. "Never in a million years." She said walking back to me. "We'll adopt before I let that one carry our baby." Until finally, after three months, we found someone acceptable. Her name was Jamie and her husband Bill didn't want any children for their own but wanted to spread their obvious extreme fertility with others who were not as 'gifted'.

"Emma?" I called into the living room where I knew she lay on the couch watching a movie. "Come on Em, we're gonna be late." I stuck my head out the hallway. "We have to meet with Jamie and Bill today." Still she did not budge. I thought maybe she was asleep, so I walked out with my shirt undone and messy curls that had yet to be tamed. "Honey?" Her eyes were open and looking at the tv, but obviously not paying attention. Her hand was on her stomach. "Are you ok?" I sat next to her and brushed some hair away, hoping to bring her from her revive.

"We don't need to see Jamie." I began to protest and Emma responded with putting my hand over hers and my talking ceased. "We did it by ourselves." She turned to face me. "I'm pregnant. We're having this baby, sweetie." Her eyes glistened and over flowed with tears.

Everyday at 6:47am for the next nine months, she would shoot out of bed and run towards the bathroom, suffering from morning sickness. She would always ask me to leave and after a few weeks I did. Only to return with saltine crackers, because I would never leave her alone. At four months we went back to the OB/GYN for an ultrasound. She held my hand through the entire procedure while I kissed her forehead and brushed away the hairs that wrangled free of her pony tail. "Congratulations, everything looks good so far. You're having twins!"

If Emma wasn't holding my hand so tight, I probably would have fainted.

We had to move then, or else the deal on a house would close. "Okay, Emma I don't want you to freak out." I drove her to our new living space and checked momentarily to make sure the beanie that proudly displayed the state we now lived in was still covering her eyes. We arrived and I pulled her out of the car, intertwining our fingers. "Alright sweetie, take a look." When I took off her beanie she was hopeful but upon landing her eyes on the empty plot of land her jaw slowly dropped.

"Are you joking?"

I smiled vibrantly, "No."

Emma dropped my hand and used hers to push on my chest. "Will! We have no furniture and no house to our name where the hell are we going to live?!"

"I'm renting us a house to stay. Picture it, Emma, our kids will grow up in a house I built with my own hands. How beautiful will that be?" My hands panned the horizon expressing my vision for the house.

"Sounds wonderful Will but we still have no furniture!" Her face began covering with a blush that I couldn't tell if the cause was frustration or the bitter Texas air that whipped around our unprotected faces.

"The house that I'm renting already has furniture." I pulled her flush against me, "It has a bar, a king size bed, a private outside pool, a jacuzzi large enough for two people to be comfortably seated..." My words were lifted and carried somewhere unknown and my lips fell to a place very well known; Emma's neck.

xxx

I read in a book Emma gave me that babies tend to kick from 9pm to 1am starting at the five month mark. Emma and I got a large calendar put up in our entry way to remind us of doctors appointments and month marks. When Emma began her fifth month I desperately waited to hear 'Will? The baby's kicking.' Every night I would watch Emma gently drift to sleep in my arms and go to sleep myself. We held each other tight to make up for lost time we spent with others. I came home from a furniture store at midnight and saw Emma snuggled in a long sleeve tee shirt and cocooned in our blankets. "Homesick?" Kissing her forehead, I stripped to my boxers and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

"No." Emma mumbled from her cocoon. "I was lonely waiting for you. Today was a hard day at work. I read that during your pregnancy you can get depressed, and I think today was one of those days." I emerged from the bathroom purely to take in the beautifulness of my wife in this stage of her pregnancy. Walking over to the closet I pulled out one of my most recent purchases, a very expensive camera, and took a picture of her.

"Will!" Emma covered her face with blankets and I took pictures of that too. "Do you mind? Why are you doing this? Are you going to make a scrapbook or something?" I pulled back her shield and snapped a few more during her protests.

"Will you stop being a dork and cuddle me already?" Emma slapped her hand at me forcing me to back away and place my camera back in the closet and coming to her arms. I held her stomach against mine and turned on the tv hoping to distract her from the woes that hit her today. My jaw did that job better than the tv did, obvious by Emma's attention to my neck.

After two hours, I felt something on my belly. "Emma?" I called her attention to me. "What was that?"

"I don't know. I've been feeling it all day. It happens in cycles, it's weird." I put my ear to her stomach and it happened again.

"Darling, I think that's the baby kicking."

"Oh my God." Emma put her hand on top of mine and leaned towards my lips. "We're a family."

xxx

"Honey?" Emma called to me from our bedroom in the condo we currently rented inland while I built our house. Getting up from the couch I groaned lowly as the pain in my back got worse when I left the warming sensation of a heating pad.

"Yes sweetie?" Peering in the doorway, I tried not to seem in pain.

"Can you give me a massage? Somebody's really kicking today."

"Sure, honey. Anything for you." I kissed her cheek and gratefully watched her strip of her shirt and laid down after exposing her growing breasts. "So...when did the doctor say we could have sex?"

Emma reprimanded me in a way that didn't feel like I was actually being punished. "Well, okay, we don't have to have sex. But I think you know what I want.."

"And I want a massage. And your clothes off. But keep your boxers on."

I leaned down to her ear and whispered lustfully, "What ever mommy wants, mommy gets." I felt her shiver before I got off to strip per her commands and grabbed a bottle of massaging oils she bought a week after we moved. Starting at her shoulders my hands moved down her the curve of her back just before the curve of her ass began. Her pants were pulled up to her belly button and I pulled them down with much force, emitting a soft moan from Emma.

She remembered how we loved before she carried our children, the raw dirtyness of our lovemaking still plagued her thoughts as they did to mine. I know she watches and reads erotic images and thinks of us. I know that even though we haven't made love in two and a half months, she wasn't sexually frustrated at all. We both engaged in release and releasing each other. Our nights were lust filled to say the least.

Nimbly I moved my fingers around the back of her hips and up to the valley of her waist, kneeding with my knuckles and elbows and pushing in on particularly deep knots with my thumbs. Emma did not make any sounds but I wasn't exactly concerned. I wanted to make her feel good, and if it was so good she couldn't speak, I would consider it an accomplishment. After all the knots in her center back disappeared I moved up to her shoulders, and placed a kiss between them. I focused on her skin, the color, the texture, the smell, and the feel of it against my lips and fingers. I continued to kiss her when I massaged her shoulders and worked my way around to her neck, when I heard her gentle snoring.

I smiled despite myself. I held her in my arms tightly and covered us with the blanket. I slipped asleep, content only because she was with me.

Xxx

"Your ultra sound came back positive for possible autism, down syndrome and blindness."

Those words shattered my world. I told Emma I would protect her from anything and I meant anything. If our twins did come out with this disorder, that would only provide more stress for her, and me. Stress would bring back her OCD even worse than ever before. If I was totally honest, I don't know if I could deal with that. I would have to take care of two newborns with issues and Emma with OCD and she probably wouldn't come close to them. They needed her and she needed them. What a pitiful life our children would have if their own mother was afraid of them.

Emma sat on the couch, watching a reality show she had been addicted to recently. I sat at the kitchen table where we usually share pancakes or eggs and hunched over my script. I was supposed to learn John Proctor's lines by January but I couldn't focus. Emma came into the kitchen to make us a quick dinner. Everything was louder. I could feel the sizzle of the fish splashing in vegetable oil. The continuous sound of vegetables spinning in the microwave. The ding of the timer. And most dramatically, the sound of my tears hitting the paper below me. Soon my papers started to get wet with my tears. By now Emma's show ended and she was behind me making a quick dinner. I tried to be quiet but therefor started shaking. Emma turned around to ask me if I was ready for dinner when she saw my shoulders violently shaking.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

My words couldn't come out right and I started shaking harder and stuttering everything that came out of my mouth. Without another word Emma picked me up by my hands and held me. Gently, she started moving with me, dancing, like we had at our wedding. I wanted to ask 'What are you doing? ' but I was still shaking could not speak.

We danced until I was stable and probably hours after that. Emma held my hand and took us up the stairs of our condo to our bedroom. She undid my tie and shirt and placed them in a folded pile on the floor. She took off my belt and pants and added them to the pile. Her clothes sat in their own pile next to mine. Emma grabbed my pajama pants from the dresser and I stepped into them. She slipped into her nightgown and led me to our bed.

I held her hips and pulled her to me. Still we said nothing. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of Emma in my arms. I feel before I heard, Emma's small whimpers and the tears fall into the crook of my neck. I kissed her hair and wet it with my own tears. I pulled her closer to me. Our tears provided exhaustion and led to sleepiness. We fell asleep with fresh tears on our cheeks yet, stronger love in our heart.

Xxx

"They said I couldn't go in yet because I'm not dilated enough." Emma mocked the tone the doctors talked to her in, and she spoke loudly for them to hear her down the hall. "Well these babies want out and I'm about to let them!" I distracted her by reading some baby books she bought earlier and packed in her hospital bag. I told her how happy I was, how long I wanted this and how I wouldn't want to share this with anyone else. We had to say goodbye when she went into labor but they let me watch from a booth across the room. Emma was put to sleep with drugs because the doctors had to perform a C-Section. I couldn't tell who was who, but when all the doctors began circling around one body I could tell something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Victoria asked and turned to Evan, holding his hand tightly. They were married and trying to have children of their own.

"I don't know babe." He kissed her head and slapped his hand on my shoulder, but I didn't feel anything. I saw a lot of wires on my baby girl and she was transported to the ICU. The sweat from my hand made a mark on the glass and I pulled it away when the doctor called my attention.

"Mr. Schuester?" I dried the tears from my face and turned towards him. "There's nothing seriously wrong. She had a little trouble breathing, and we're gonna keep her here until we think she can survive on her own." They let me look at her and let Emma hold our son, wrapped in a blue blanket

"Who am I holding?" Emma asked me, getting a better grip on him. I chose our son's name, and she chose our daughters name, and neither of us divulged in telling the other what we chose.

"Anthony." Emma's eyes sparkled and I classified it as a new mother's thing. "Who am I..?"

"Kaylee." Emma smile down at Anthony, putting her hand on his head to support his neck. He wriggled around, opening and closing his mouth. But one action I'll never forget, and will always be thankful that my camera was with me that day, was when Anthony made a gurgle sound, and reached up to hold Emma's large finger in his tiny one. Every day I look at that picture, I'm amazed at the work of the universe that I happened to be taking pictures at that exact moment and managed to capture the entire action in five frames.

"Anthony and Kaylee, I love you so much already and your daddy loves you just as much."