**Author's note…sorry for the delay…it took me a bit to get this chapter right where I wanted it! I hope you're enjoying this bit of Wemma fluff. Please remember that this story will jump from present to past and eventually to the future. It's not going to be all about retelling the tale to Finn and Rachel. There's going to be lots of other things going on, for example appearances by many other members of the original New Directions. I'm trying to keep it fairly casual and I hope I'm keeping you interested and looking forward to updates! BUT I need you to tell me if I'm delivering a good story to you….so PLEASE REVIEW!

Unlike that night three years ago, the Schuester's were watching what had become "their movie" in the comfort of their bed instead of a little love nest on the hardwood floor. There would be plenty of time for campouts in the living room when their kids were older. Will remained adamant about keeping as much stress as possible away from his wife while she was carrying their child and a camp out on the floor would most definitely bring some unnecessary stress to her body. He could just hear her now complaining of her back hurting and not being able to get comfortable with the monkey bump as they had taken to calling it over the last couple of days.

Their thoughts, very much like that night, were drifting in and out of the storyline of the movie they've watched so many times now and yet it never gets old. Will continued to think about that first summer together and how their story might impact a very confused Finn and Rachel. There were some emotions stirred up already that he had tucked away and he was kind of waiting for the right time to voice them. Will didn't always like dragging up the past because it had been a difficult one but sometimes it revealed new things to each other that only made their love for one another stronger and grow deeper.

Emma's mind on the other hand was focused on the baby and their ever growing "to do" list. She was trying very hard to overcome the emotions that "the story of us" brought with it earlier in the day and that was proving to be very difficult with her raging pregnancy hormones. Despite the feeling of being robbed of the chance to tell their monkey the story first, Emma was quite proud when she thought back to all they had overcome to be together. One thing that she wanted to talk to her husband about though had nothing to with their journey to becoming "The Schuesters" and had everything to do with Santana. She just wasn't quite sure how to explain to Rachel why she had become their adopted daughter in many ways.

"God," he said halfway through the movie. Emma was cuddled up at his side lazily stroking their baby bump with one hand and the fingers of the other entwined with her husband's. She was only half listening to the movie. The fluttering little life growing inside her had suddenly captured her attention.

"What," she said not taking her eyes off of the television.

"I was just thinking," he said, "about the first time we watched this together."

"You fell asleep before it was even over," she mused. She loved that he fell asleep first that night. It gave her the chance to just sit and stare at him in the moonlight. She remembered how relaxed he looked sleeping next to her for the first time. Emma knew that he had been having trouble sleeping, even if he never actually said anything. For nearly a year, all she had to do was look into his eyes, they gave everything away.

"I know. I was just thinking that I slept better that night than I had in years."

"I know sweetie, me too. Well I did after I watched you for a while," she said with a yawn, "I think the chances of me falling asleep before this is over tonight are pretty good too. Our little monkey is already wearing me out in more ways than one."

"Do you remember how close I came to screwing things up again by asking if I could go to therapy with you," he said turning off the movie and the TV, "ugh, let's face it. We're not going to make to the end of this tonight."

"You didn't come close to screwing things up by asking that," she said shifting herself until she was lying flat on her back, her hand never moving from her belly, "it took me by surprise, yes but that wasn't something you could have said to screw things up."

"I was afraid that I was your trigger," he said rolling over on his stomach, propping himself up on his arms, "that's why I wanted to go."

"Sometimes you were," she said bringing her hand up to cup his cheek, "and sometimes you are now and not necessarily in the way that you might think. It's okay though. It never changes anything or the way I feel. Back then you got me so worked up because I loved you so much and there was nothing that I could do about it for the longest time. Until there was something I could do about it and that scared me to death. It scared me so much that I'm the one who messed things up and set us back a whole year, not you. Now that we're married, you trigger something else inside me and it's not the compulsion to clean but the compulsion to get a little dirty."

"I had no idea that you would turn out to be a little monster in bed," he teased.

"Yes you did and you love it. Don't you?"

"Oh yeah," he said kissing her with a loud, playful smack on the lips. She could tell that he had something more he wanted to say. She could almost see the wheels of thought turning in his head. "Em, do you think that…"

"I think that I love you and that you are the reason I finally got a handle on my OCD," she said, "no, I actually know that. I'm glad you were eventually able to come to a few sessions with me, if anything so Dr. Shane could see why I was working so hard to overcome things. When you asked that night, it just wasn't the right time. I said it then, I'll say it now…it was so new for me. It had only been a few weeks and I wasn't comfortable enough going by myself yet let alone enough to have my boyfriend come with me."

"I was more than your boyfriend though."

"You've always been more than my boyfriend. The good news is you've done such a fantastic job, you've been promoted to husband," she said tapping him on the nose, "pretty good promotion if you ask me."

"And now I'm going to be a daddy," he said shifting to lie on his side and draping his arm around her.

"Yes you are and I want to thank you for taking such good care of me," she said, "even though we're barely half way through this, you've been absolutely wonderful. You've always been wonderful even when I didn't deserve it and I am so lucky to be your wife."

"I'm the lucky one," he said scooting a bit closer to her.

"50/50 honey," she said knowing full well that he'd understand she was trying to tell him that she felt the same way and that they were lucky to have each other.

"You know, sometimes I can't believe that it all happened three years ago. I guess I should say five and include those two torturous years of hell," he said stroking her cheek, "it just feels like we've been together for so much longer."

"That's because we've always been a part of each other," she said, "even when we didn't know it. When a couple feels like they've been together forever that means they were made for each other."

"When did you become so philosophical," he teased.

"Well, I am a prolific pamphlet writer," she said yawning again, "must just be in my blood."

"Must be," he said cuddling her closer, "go to sleep babe, we've got some errands to run tomorrow and as a momma to be, you need your sleep."

"Might as well," she said shifting a bit in his arms, "while I can still find a comfortable position to sleep in."

"Is it already getting harder to get comfortable," he asked.

"Mmhmm," she mumbled, "a bit."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead and could already tell that she was drifting off.

"Will," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Please tell me you didn't turn on the alarm clock."

"Nope."

"Good," she mumbled.

Will woke up first the next morning and spent nearly an hour just watching his wife sleep. She looked so relaxed and even in her sleep, glowed in the way only an expectant mother can. His heart immediately swelled with love when she cuddled closer to him, her hand never leaving its protective place on her belly. From the moment they found out about the baby, one or the other always has a protective hand on their baby bump. It's so precious to them because it almost wasn't.

Will, careful to not disturb his wife, gently pulled back the blankets revealing their baby bump. Ever since Emma's belly started to grow with their baby, Will found himself wanting to be as near it as possible. Emma was more than willing to comply, loving the feel of her husband's hands gently caressing her skin. He also enjoyed just resting his head on their baby bump while she was still sleeping. In a way, it was his alone time with their baby. He would whisper little stories about Emma to it and sometimes sing. What he didn't know was that his wife was well aware of his actions but pretended to remain asleep so he could have that time with their child and more often than not, the soothing sound of his voice lulled her back to sleep.

This morning though, it wasn't Will that woke Emma up but a swift kick from their little one. Still not used to feeling more than the fluttering, the few kicks that they've felt over the last few days have caught Emma by surprise. Her husband must have felt it too because she could feel his smile form against her stomach. Not bothering to even open her eyes, she brought her hand to the back of his neck and rested it there gently.

"Morning sunshine," she whispered.

"Did I wake you," he said.

"No, the baby did."

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that wake up call," he said turning his face towards her, "I just got a good kick in the face."

"Come here," she said reaching for him, "I think I know how to make it better."

"Is this going to be one of those mornings where I'm really glad we let Doodlebug campout with the kids next door," he asked.

"Well," she said devilishly, "we can play for a bit but we're saving the delight part for this afternoon. I really don't want to put off running our errands or we'll never get them done. We're going on lockdown, remember? They'll be plenty of time to do the 'nasty' while we're under house arrest."

"Define play," he said slipping his hands further up her shirt.

"Um…I'm willing to meet you half way on the attire," she said removing her shirt, "you're half naked. I might as well be too."

"That's only fair," he said kissing her belly and working his way up to her lips. Once at his destination, they both took a deep breath knowing they wouldn't be coming up for air any time soon. Finally when air became a necessity, Will gently settled himself on top of her but also keeping in mind that her body was changing, "Is this okay?"

"Actually," she said being a bit of the aggressor, flipped him over onto his back and straddled him, "I think we're going to have to employ the creativity."

"You just want to be in charge," he said sitting up and running his hands all over her bare back.

They loved skin to skin contact like this even if it never leads to anything more but that wasn't always the case…at least for Will. In the early days of their relationship, baby steps were taken in the realm of intimacy. Heavy make out sessions came first with Emma's bravery growing over time. Their hands and lips regularly discovered new patches of skin to caress and kiss. For the longest time this was as far as Emma would let things go. It frustrated Will in the worst way at times and she was always so apologetic for not being ready to take things all the way. Once the step had been taken and the "nasty" had been done, they were both surprised at just how much they enjoyed moments like this and often found them to be more intimate than the act itself.

"Yes, Mr. Schuester, I do," she said kissing him in between each word. He moved his lips to her neck and she reminded him again about the day ahead, "we've got a few things to do this morning and if you're in charge, they won't get done and I really want to get them done so we can just enjoy ourselves these next few days."

"How about this then," he said pulling her down and enclosing his arms around her. He lightly stroked her skin with his fingers, "why don't we just lay here for a bit? Just like this. That way we're not starting something that we can't finish right now."

"Let me get this straight," she teased, "you want to just sit here and scratch my back knowing full well that in a matter of minutes I'll be sound asleep on top of you rather than play and make out like a couple of crazy teenagers?"

"Well Cinderella," he said laughing, "what do want to do?"

"I want those cartoon mice and birds from the movie to do the shopping for us so we can stay here like this," she said snuggling into his chest, "but we have got to go to the grocery Will. We're coming dangerously close to having just a box of baking soda and a shriveled up lime in the fridge now that we've put it off for a couple of days. You know, if we were thinking more clearly, we would have gotten all of the errands done on Friday after school."

"You were in no condition to do that Friday," he said running his fingers through her hair, "you were exhausted and I needed to get you home. Ooh, hey I have an idea."

"What's that?"

"Let's get up and go run our errands," he said with a silly grin on his face.

"Will," she said reaching for her pillow and whacking him with it, "You are so lucky right now that I'm pregnant and this is the extent of what I can do to you because if I weren't carrying around your child in me, I would most definitely be adding a little rough to our little dirty."

"Come on Momma Schue," he said maneuvering himself to the edge of the bed with his wife still attached to him. Will stood up and Emma continued to cling to him, wrapping her legs around his body, begging with her eyes for him to carry her into the bathroom so they could start their morning. He kissed her and walked them through their room, "Um…I mean this in the most loving way possible but babe, this might be the last time I'm able to carry you around like this for a while."

They both looked down toward their growing baby bump and decided at that moment and as much as they're already in love with the little life inside, it was most definitely starting to get in the way. Emma bit her lip and looked up at him with a growing smile on her face.

"I told you we're going to have to start employing the creativity!"