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Will Schuester sighed, dropping his and Emma's suitcase in the small front hallway. He could feel beads of sweat beginning to cling to the skin on the back of his neck, and he mindlessly wiped the area with his shirtsleeve. He smiled. He liked the way the sun shone through the windows, the way the wooden floors seemed glossy and clean, the dust particles floating innocently in the air, silent angels fluttering to the ground.
It was bittersweet, as it always is when you get home after a long vacation. Will's skin was tanned and shiny, and his blue-green eyes were even more captivating than ever. This, he thought to himself, was home. And boy, was he happy to be sharing it with the red head who at that moment bustled through the door, her stomach protruding through her t-shirt, pillows and a bunch of sheets under her arms, a carry-on in her loose grip. She too was breaking a sweat, and Will laughed.
"Lemme help you with that, hon," he smiled, taking the pillows and carry-on from his wife. Wife. Before she could take two steps into the front hallway, Will had taken everything from her arms and set it down gently on the floor. He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and guided her, backwards, back out the front door of their condo. "Oh no you don't," Will laughed as Emma shot him a look of confusion.
"I have to carry you over the threshold first," he explained hastily as he scooped her up, bridal style. Emma giggled, "Will! Put me down..." she trailed off happily as he walked her into their house, one they had been sharing for months now, but felt so new and so different now that they were married. She grinned, "Will, come on, put me down!" She kicked her legs like a happy baby, and he silenced her by kissing her.
"Oh, be quiet," he moaned into their kiss, making her smile even more. She had to admit, she sort of loved it when Will held her close to him like that, like she left all of her problems on the floor below her, and she was the only girl in the world. Nothing else mattered. His hands began to tangle her immaculate ponytail— he enjoyed seeing her hair up as much as he did down-- and she giggled again, letting her fingers twirl the slightly damp curls at the nape of Will's neck.
"I love you, Mrs. Schuester," he quietly, carrying her into the kitchen. "I really, really love you." At this, Emma teared up. She could not believe her name was Emma May Schuester, in the place of Pillsbury, she could not believe the man who had captured her heart from their first meeting was finally hers, she could not believe her belly was swollen with their two baby girls, or that they were making out like a bunch of teenagers in their kitchen in their house.
"Hey..." He whispered, noticing her salty tears squeezing out of her huge brown orbs and onto his cheeks, "Are you okay?" Genuine concern filled his voice, he wanted everything to be perfect for her, always.
"Yes, Will, m-more that okay... I, I-'m just so, so happy and I-I never, ever want this to end. It's, it's all perfect, e-everything is perfect..." she smiled sheepishly, and Will placed her gently on the counter. She nuzzled into his neck. "You're right, Em, this moment is so, so surreal. I... I don't want it to end either."
"It never has to, that's the good thing," Emma offered up a smile, blush rising to her cheeks for no reason. She loved him, so, so much. He would never know, no one, she thought, could love another like she loved Will.
Little did Emma know, her husband was thinking the exact same thing, at the exact same second. They grinned upon realizing this, "You'll never know, Em," he began,
"How much I love you. I don't think it's possible to love someone more than, more than I-I love you," Emma finished, stammering happily as her accent betrayed her with happiness. Suddenly, she jolted forward.
"Oh my gosh," she panted, her hand racing to her heart.
"Em? Em, honey, what it is? Are you alright?" Will asked taking her off the counter and into his arms again.
"Yes, Will-- Oh, Will come here you, y-you have to feel this!" she exclaimed, guiding his hand down to the spot slightly below her belly button.
"Wha-what?" he managed, confused by Emma's elate look. Her brown eyes were the widest he'd ever seen them, matching her huge grin.
"Just wait," she told him, looking down at his hand across her stomach. Suddenly, he felt it, too. "Oh my God, Emma!" he cried out joyously. Terri had never let him touch her stomach at all, she hadn't ever been pregnant. He'd always wanted to feel this happening. It had happened to Quinn during practice, and all of the kids had rushed over to feel baby Drizzle playing soccer inside the teen's belly. Will hadn't thought it appropriate to touch his student's belly, but he always felt jealous of Finn or Puck getting to feel the baby's little kicks.
Now he finally could.
After what seemed like an eternity of standing there, clutching Emma's belly, feeling and watching and gasping in awe as their duo took turns kicking the smooth surface of his wife's stomach.
His wife.
Wife.
God, no other word in this world had ever sounded so good to Will, ever.
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