Emma walked slowly and quietly up the stairs and came to a halt outside Elle's bedroom as she heard hushed voices speaking. She could only just see enough of the room to notice that Elle was huddled up in bed with her knees to her chin and that Will was sitting next to her, rocking her gently. Elle had been crying and her breathing was still ragged and her voice shaky. "Are you and Mum going to split up because of me?" She heard her ask tearfully.

"I…I just don't know baby. If we do then it's not your fault. Our argument wasn't about you anyway, it's true you being pregnant has a put a lot more stress on your Mum but that wasn't what we were fighting over. I'm sorry you had to hear it, I'm sorry it happened." Will replied slowly.

Emma didn't think she could bear to listen to any more of the conversation so she continued along the corridor towards her bedroom and opened the door. She looked around her and felt a few tears slide down her cheeks. It wasn't supposed to end this way was it?

Pulling photo albums and boxes of mini prints towards her she sat in the middle of the bed and began to sift through them. The oldest album was of her own childhood so she placed it to one side and cracked open the next one. There were photos of her and her work mates from when she'd only just joined Sun Hill. The pictures were mainly those taken at nights out and down the pub. Over the first few months they were mainly of Emma and Lewis who had been inseparable but as the months ticked away they showed more often than not that it was Will and Emma who were sitting and talking together. Her favourite one showed the pair of them giggling together and her whispering something in his ear.

As she got further through the album she saw the pictures of her and Matt begin to crop up. There were a few taken at his flat and hers but then she got to the wedding and began to cry openly. A few months later there were only a handful of photos taken with her friends as she'd been forced to stop going out with them. The most sickening thing about these pictures was that she could actually see the bruises that Matt had left on her skin. How had everyone else been so blind?

A huge blank in the album symbolised the time in which she'd rebuilt herself after the allegation of attempted murder and when Matt had been charged with ABH and abuse. The first picture after this time was of her and Will dancing in a club with Honey and Dan also dancing nearby. This was shortly before both couples finally got things together.

There was a number of photos of a day that Will and Emma had spent in the park. Emma had dosed off and Will had taken several pictures of them together, him looking down lovingly at her as she was sleeping and resting her head in his lap. The next was of the two of them curled up on the sofa watching T.V. together. Dan had come in to the living room and snapped the picture before either of them could protest and tell him not to.

It was only a few weeks after that, that Will had moved in with Emma and the pictures became more frequent. She moved into the next album and was faced with her and Will's wedding photos. Emma's bump was just beginning to show through her dress but Will had still insisted that she looked as beautiful as ever. The honeymoon in Italy showed memories of happier times and then the photos of the newly born twins looked up at her.

Will's smiling face as he held both of his children in his arms was enough to make her heart melt. He looked so proud, so loving and as if nothing had ever pleased him more than holding his two little babies in his arms. The twins as toddlers, primary school children and their numerous shared birthday parties punctuated the next few albums and Emma found her sobs beginning to shake her whole body.

Will sat up, the sofa wasn't very comfortable but he was sure it hadn't been that which had woken him. He sat and listened for a few minutes as the unmistakeable sound of sobbing came from directly above him. Will moved off the sofa and made his way up the stairs and along to his and Emma's bedroom. He stopped at the door before deciding that it had to be done eventually and he pulled the handle down and stepped inside.

The sight before him was heart breaking. She was sitting in the middle of the bed with the duvet wrapped up around her knees and a pile of photo albums surrounding her. Emma was sobbing uncontrollably, her hand resting on a picture of their whole family curled up on one sofa hugging each other.

"Emma? Emma calm down sweetheart, we can work this out can't we?" He asked her, sitting down next to her on the bed. She began to nod but choked on her sobs and couldn't finish. Her breathing quickened and she began to shake violently. "Emma? Emma talk to me honey, is there anything I can do? Emma I need you to tell me what to do." But by this time she'd flopped sideways onto the bed and was unable to do anything.

Any previous arguments forgotten he scooped her off the bed and into his arms. He rushed into Elle's room and woke her, telling her to stay here, lock the door after him and make sure that she and Mikey were okay in the morning. Then continuing downstairs he stuffed his feet roughly into his trainers and ran outside to the car. Strapping Emma into the passenger seat and driving off quickly.

Once he reached the hospital he carried her from the car up to A&E and spoke to a nurse who let him carry her down a ward to a single room at the end. He placed her gently on the bed and held her hand as they checked her over. Her breathing was still faster than was healthy and she was crying hysterically.

"We're just going to give her an injection to calm her down." The nurse said to Will before she plunged the needle into Emma's left arm. She sighed and went limp before collapsing onto the bed. "I think you should go and wait in the relative's room, we need to find out what stressed her out so much and until then we cannot let anybody else in here." The nurse said guiding him out of the room.

The next morning Emma stirred and turned over to be faced with a bunch of bleeping machines and a drip in her arm. She sat upright and looked around her before realising that she was in a hospital bed. Frowning she struggled to remember what had happened last night and then it all came flooding back to her. Someone walked into the room and sat down next to her bed. "Hi Emma, I'm Dr Miller I just want to ask you few questions as the nurse thought that a one-off counselling session might do you good. Can you tell me in your own words what happened last night?" He asked her softly.

"Oh um yeah okay. I've been under quite a lot of stress recently; it's mainly tied to the fact that my daughter Elle who's fifteen got herself pregnant. That was a few weeks ago and she had a termination and things appeared to be going well for a little while but then she got this new boyfriend and became really closed and she snapped all the time at us. I didn't really feel that speaking to my husband was fair because he's under as much pressure as I am and I thought I'd just be burdening him with all of my other worries if I spoke to him about it so I confided in a close friend of ours." Emma said, stopping to get a drink of water.

"Do you think you can continue?" Dr Miller asked her, smiling encouragingly.

"Yeah I think I can. Well two days ago my husband caught my daughter in bed with her new boyfriend and he dealt with it, it turned out that she didn't want to sleep with him but was feeling rather confused about how to act around boys at the moment. We spoke about it last night and everything seemed fine…but then I began to remember all these bad memories from when my previous husband used to abuse me. I cried a little and Will comforted me. Today at work I told our friend and Sergeant, Dale Smith about what had happened with Elle and he reassured me and gave me a hug. Will must have seen this and thought it was something more because at home he confronted me about it and accused me of having an affair. I'm…I'm not, Smithy has only ever been and will only ever be a friend. I stormed out after he brought up our past and ended up at Smithy's house, he comforted me and then we kissed but it was a mistake and we both realised it so I went home again. I heard Elle speaking to Will about what would happen if we split up so I went into our room and began to look at photographs. All the happy memories just got to me and started to cry again, Will heard from downstairs and came to see what was wrong, he tried to calm me down but I just couldn't and I was finding it hard to breathe so he took me to hospital…that's all I remember." She added lamely.

"Well I think that certainly explains what happened, the nurses thought you might have had a panic attack which triggered the breathing problems and as for the crying well you were obviously upset and had every right to be. I hope you feel better soon and get all this sorted Emma, if you don't speak to somebody about this then feel free to make an appointment with me; my details are with the nurses. Bye." Dr Miller said getting up and shaking hands with Emma.

When a nurse came into the room to check on her Emma smiled brightly and shifted into a sitting position. "Erm I was wondering if you could phone my husband and ask him to come down here." Emma said quietly.

"Of course but I'll just go and get him from the relatives room." She replied smiling.

"What? How long has he been here for?" She asked puzzled.

"Honey, he hasn't left since you were brought in." The nurse said laughing slightly before disappearing behind the curtain. Emma leant back against her pillows, surely that had to mean something.

There you go Emz...review please xxxxpip