Will leant against the kitchen counter, listening to the red kettle boil loudly as a warm mist floated around the room. Emma had been in their bedroom with her mother for 15 minutes now. The cool glass of water was resting by the side of him.
He understood why Emma would want her mom to be with her when she was feeling the way she was. Although, it had began making him anxious when neither of the two had left the room after 10 minutes.
"Mom, I need to see Will. He was getting me some water," Emma spoke quietly, propping herself up from lying back on the mattress.
Susan stood from her spot on the bed. "Don't worry, I'll run a bath for you then get the water and explain to Will."
"No," Emma squeaked, "I want to tell him myself, please."
"Fine, but don't keep him waiting sweetheart. You both need to do some things to see if this is true."
Emma smiled weakly at her mother. Pregnancy tests; the waiting, positive or negative? They had both been through it before. The thought terrified her all over again.
"What if I am, mom? What if I am pregnant...? I'm not sure whether or not I'm ready... after all that's happened." Susan softly sat back down on the bed and took Emma's hands in hers.
"Whatever happens, I'm here, always." Susan soothed, squeezing her hand and offering a warm smile.
Emma returned the smile gratefully. "I love you, mom." she said, tears brimming as she fell into her mother's chest for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Baby, I love you too. Don't cry, c'mon. Hey, you're probably just hormonal." Susan giggled, as she gently guided Emma to sit up properly, lifting her slim legs to hang over the bed.
"Uh" Emma groaned hanging her head between her knees.
"Moving on," Susan rose and quickly strode across the carpet to the bathroom. "Hot or warm?"
"Warm."
"Righty O'"
"Good morning, Will." Richard Pillsbury bounced into the kitchen cheerfully.
Will looked up and smiled. Emma had the same energy as her dad; she was kind of a young female version of him but with her mother's frame. "Good Morning"
"Where are the two beautiful ladies then?" Richard asked lifting the local newspaper which lay askew on the counter.
Will chuckled, placing a mug of hot coffee on the table for Richard and returned to a serious note. "Um, Emma's not feeling so great she's been throwing up. Susan's with her."
Richard shook his head and took the mug in his hands. "I didn't think she looked so great last night. Don't get me wrong, Emma looked beautiful as always, but there just was something off. And now throwing up? Yikes."
Will took a sip of hot coffee, contemplating all that had been said.
"You're right. I'll go see how she is." He sat the mug down after a last gulp and made his way down the hall towards their bedroom.
"Ems?" he knocked softly. "Emma can I come in-"
"Of course" Susan smiled opening the door and passing by him swiftly.
"Thanks" He said quietly, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door gently.
The room smelt of Emma's favourite strawberry bath lotion and warm steamy water, both which were floating in from the ajar bathroom door. Turning towards Emma, he smiled a warm but sad smile. "How are you feeling?"
Emma looked up from her knees and shook her head slowly as tears glassed her large brown eyes. At this Will strode to her side and wrapped an arm around her small shaky frame.
"Baby, you're shaking?" He asked concerned.
Emma winced. "Baby" she croaked before breaking into a sob, nestling her head firm against his chest.
Rubbing soothing circles in the small of her back, he let her sob for a moment as confusion but also some sort of understanding swept over him.
"Baby?" he questioned quietly. Is this really happening? He thought with a rush of emotions.
Composing herself, Emma sat up sniffling. "Gosh, why am I crying? I should be happy and over the moon. Dancing around this room not curled up in a ball." She sighed heavily and rose to her feet. "I need a bath."
"Woah, woah, woah" Will stood too, furrowing his brow in confusion. "What is going on? What are you talking about?"
"Come with me. Have a bath with me, please. I'll explain." Emma looked pleadingly into his eyes where a flicker of confusion was still surfaced.
"Sure" Will agreed smiling his signature lopsided grin and taking her hand.
Once Will had checked the bath water to make sure it was at the right temperature he bent down to be eye level with Emma, who was perched on the closed toilet seat staring into nothing. Brushing an auburn curl away from her left eye he caressed her cheek in the palm of his hands.
"What's wrong?" He asked, desperately trying to meet her eyes.
Emma looked up meeting his endearing eyes. She had to tell him, it was killing her. She mustered a slight smile and leaned her forehead against his.
"I'm scared... Scared about everything, Will. The future included." She sighed. "Definitely the future..."
Lost in confusion once again, Will creased his forehead. "The future? Where is all of this coming from?"
"Can you remember when my last period was?" Emma asked, point blank.
"Uh..." Will pondered for a moment. Emma shook her head.
"Neither do I."
"Emma..."
"Yes... Well I'm not sure. I still need to check if you know what I mean." Emma searched his face for emotions. The information had sunk in and Will beamed a large smile.
"Emma!" Cupping her face in his hands, she smiled equally as big back. He could feel his heart racing with excitement, as Emma began crying.
"Sweetie, don't cry-"
"Happy tears" she reassured him wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Will began placing sweet, passionate kisses to her shoulder, making his way up her warm body until he reached her lips which were attacked with excitement.
The kiss was long and meaningful. There was a chance that she was pregnant, a real chance. One they just had to wait and find out. Slowly parting, Will looked into her beady eyes where instead she pressed against his lips one more time and pulled back after a short kiss. She was glowing. Will looked into her eyes again and nodded towards the bubbly bath tub.
Emma nodded with agreement, slowly lifting her arms above her head. Will chuckled lightly and carefully slid her long cotton top up her ribs and over her head, standing as he did the action, and then dropping the piece of clothing to the ground. Emma began lifting his grey William McKinley t-shirt up his stomach, kissing his strong torso as she stood, and pulled the t-shirt over his head. Both topless, they passionately kissed again. Giggling, Emma took the hem of her lingerie and pulled them down her legs, stepping out of them. Will copied her, pulling his boxers down. Both now fully naked, Will teasingly lifted Emma up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist, while he tried to manoeuvre them both into the bath tub carefully.
Once in, with Will sitting against the side of the white tub with Emma still wrapped around him, they both looked at each other smiling.
"I love you, Will."
"I love you, Emma."
"I think I'll have the soup of the day... or the pancakes with bacon." Richard declared still looking at the cafe menu.
"Have whatever you want, dad." Emma smiled sitting her menu down. "I'm going to have the soup, what about you, Will?" she asked turning to Will who was seated next to her.
"Um, the peanut butter and jelly sandwich sounds good."
"Good choice, my friend." Richard said, still looking at the menu, but nodding in approval.
Will laughed at his father in law's approval and looked at Emma, giving her a smile which she returned happily.
"Soup for me, too" Susan said joining in the conversation. She looked over at Emma and gave her the "have-you-told-him-yet?" look, which Emma smiled and bit her lip, nodding too.
"Very well then, I'll have the peanut butter and jelly sandwich." Richard finally decided, receiving a puzzled look from his wife. Shrugging he placed his menu down. "Too many options, darling"
Lunch carried on pretty much the same, Richard making unusual comments but yet sometimes witty and knowledgeable, Emma and Will having to pinch their arms or bite their lips to keep them from smiling so big, and Susan adoring how happy her daughter and son in law were and laughing along with her husband's craziness.
On the way home they popped into the local grocery store where Emma sneakily placed a pregnancy test box in the cart, hiding it well from her father's eyes.
"Are you ready?" Will asked holding the white stick out to Emma.
"This is the worse part. Why do you have to pee on a stick, pee?" Emma took the stick and looked at it in disgust.
Will threw his hands up in surrender. "I'm not the inventor."
"No kidding." Emma gave him a teasing look. "Could you please wait outside while I pee on this stick?"
Will laughed and nodded. "Of course." He said, heading to the door. "Don't be long with your pee now."
"Go." Emma shook her head trying to resist laughing.
The door clicked shut and Emma looked at the white stick. "Here we go."
Three minutes passed and Emma was still pacing the floor. "Will?" she called.
"Finally your pee is done-"
"Will, serious now. It's been three minutes, I'm freaking out." Emma looked over at him, fumbling with her hands nervously.
"Emma, sit down honey" Will said softly, walking over to her frantic body and holding her in his arms.
"Could you look at it? Please?" She pleaded taking a seat on the closed toilet.
Will nodded and moved to pick up the white stick. Emma squeezed her eyes shut. Will turned over the stick, seeing the result before him.
Peeking through one eye, Emma could see him looking at the stick. "Will?"
"Congratulations, mommy." He managed to choke out through his own tears. Happy tears, of course.
Authors Note: The bathroom scene between Will and Emma was inspired by the scene in How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, if you have the scene the movie you will understand the way I wanted the scene to be like. Thank you for the reviews!
