Yay update! Let's pretend Emma's parents aren't assholes for this fic shall we?

Chapter 11
Photos

Will and Emma decided to work in shifts unpacking the last of her boxes, because otherwise, they would never get unpacked.

When Will kissed Emma and sent her off to the living room, the clock read 11:10. He glanced at the clock again after he only had one box left and it said 1:30. Impossible, it was impossible Will was sitting on the hard wood floor for more than two hours because his legs didn't feel sore. He bent over the last box, opening it up and peering down into it, and he saw something he didn't think existed.

He sat up against the wall and dragged the box with him. It was uncharacteristically heavy according to how light the rest of the boxes where, but a box of at least twelve photo albums would be expected to be heavier than boxes of trophies and knick knacks. Will found a pattern among the photo albums after looking at three of them, they where coming out of the box in a most recent to least recent order. He smiled and wondered why he found that surprising, of course Emma would pack in chronological order.

The first few albums contained pictures of him and her at their public dates, and a few pictures of him while he was at home. He made a mental note to look around for a camera later because up to this moment, he was completely unaware that she took these pictures, much less she had a camera. Some pictures had captions, the pictures of their dates said things like 'Will and I at Olive Garden' but the pictures of just him, like the picture of him while he slept late one morning, said things like 'Will on Saturday January 30, 2010. His morning stubble makes him looks so handsome and mature. I wonder what he will look like when our kids jump on the bed begging us to serve them chocolate cereal in front of their favorite Saturday morning cartoons.'As he got further and further into the box, he discovered albums dated from the time he was married to Terri. It physically hurt his heart to think of that time, but he was extremely curious to see what she wrote as captions to those pictures after reading what she thought of him now. Did she always think of him like that?

Will found pictures of him at the Acafellas shows, which he thought was peculiar because he saw her there of course but he didn't see a camera. He shrugged it off however, thinking he was too much into the dancing and performing to see Emma take pictures. Also adding the fact that Terri was at those shows, so he couldn't pay as much attention to Emma as he would have liked to. The captions for the Acafellas show was self-explanatory and had no interesting monologues attached to them.

The next picture Will found was more satisfying for what he was looking for. It was a picture of Emma and himself at the first football game the Titans won in 2009. All thanks to Kurt and Will's training. Will remembered that day clearly. Terri was supposed to come but Will knew deep down she could care less. She was just going to attempt to seem like a good wife. They got into a tiny argument and Will left without giving her a chance to get dressed and force him to take her. Which was good because she didn't want to go anyway. He arrived a little late, Terri being his detour, therefore there where barely any seats left. He walked up the bleachers anyway, hoping to find enough room for him to sit and it not be awkward for the other person as well. Before he could find that mirage, he saw Emma scrubbing an empty seat next to her.

He stumbled out his question before blushing furiously and refused to acknowledge the effect Emma had on him "Any-Any-Anyone sitting here?" If she heard anything in his voice she didn't say anything. And he was extremely grateful. "No, no." She stopped cleaning the seat next to her and he flashed an infectious smile her way, the lopsided grin he reserved just for her since the first time he saw her. She looked up at him, embarrassed and watched him sit down. She always watched when she couldn't have him. He turned her way and smiled again, seeing the smile come across her face when he sat down next to her. He felt bad, he knew her OCD was a sensitive matter and he felt like he just stomped all over it, so he attempted to make the situation better.

"Well, at least I know it's clean." She looked up at him and he saw she wasn't sad or embarrassed. At least not anymore. She was happy and in love.

"Yeah" They both laughed and Will felt a cold breeze. He wished to reach out and hold her hand, cuddle her and keep her warm tonight. But instead he pushed his hands in even further into the pockets of his coat.

The Titans where six points behind, with two seconds left in the game when Will let out a sharp breath. Finn called time out. Will contorted his face to one of confusion, as did Emma who was rubbing her hands together in attempt to warm them up, wishing more than anything she could reach out and hold Will's hand and have him keep her warm that night.

Will saw the football players going into the huddle and knew exactly what Finn was doing. He heard the 'Single Ladies' music playing and decided to get up and dance, to ease the fog of strange sexual tension coming Will and Emma's way. And succeeded in making Emma laugh and blush.

Finn threw the ball to Puck and Will sat up straighter in his seat. Puck caught it. He and Emma jumped up out of pure excitement and they turned to each other, their mouth agape and Wills arms open.

He didn't know what came over him, but he threw his arms around Emma and she threw her arms around him. His left hand came to rest directly below her left breast and his right hand fell on her side. Her hands rested on his back and her mouth was near his ear, as his was to hers. They could easily dip their head and inhale the sweet scent of each other, but both were too caught up in the moment.

Will pulled her closer to him while he balanced on his feet again. He slightly picked her up, not enough to lift her off the ground, but enough to pretend Terri didn't exist and Emma was his. They rocked back and forth in a state of pure excitement and adrenaline. He pulled back and let his arms slide from her back down her arms before he realized what just happened. Emma realized before he did. He would have never noticed unless he didn't see her smile falter and her deep but short intake of breath.

He was still holding her, by her waist. He licked his lips and her mouth fell agape again, the realization of what happened setting in for her. They both turned away in an attempt to forget (or not forget) the forbidden moment of intimacy they are denied of.

The caption under the photo read "September 23, 2009. The day the Titans won their first game." A smiley face was drawn after the sentence, but something was smudged. Like Emma wrote it, but then tired to erase it and then later cried upon it. Will could faintly make out "The day Will hugged me" He felt the tears prick at his eyes and he let them fall to relive the burning he felt in them.

He must have been crying louder than he thought because minutes later Emma ran in concern etched across her face.

"Will, what's wrong?" She wasn't expecting him to pull her down next to him and she landed with a umph but his arm resting protectively across her side kept her from hitting her head on the hardwood floor.

He buried his head in her neck, his tears burning a trail down her neck leaving drops on his shirt that she put on earlier today. "I love you so much"

"Will I think you need to take a break,"

"No!" Will said hastily, he wanted to look at the remains of the photo albums, "I only have one more box left. Why don't you go back to relaxing and when I finish I'll make some lunch, okay?" He released his grip on Emma and let her apprehensively get up and walk back to the living room. He'd be lying if he said he didn't watch her butt move in perfect coordination with her hips as she walked out.

He picked up the next photo album and checked the date, 1983 - 1986. Will did the math in his head and figured out the pictures in this album where from before her accident, the one leading to her OCD. He braced himself for Emma as a child, Emma without OCD.

The pictures he found in the album where very satisfying. He found a picture of Emma looking about four years old in a superman shirt and blue shorts with a tan baseball cap on backwards standing on a coffee table wearing shoes that where definitely not hers. The caption was not written in Emma's handwriting and Will could only guess it was her mothers. "Emma found her fathers shoes and stood on the coffee table exclaiming 'I'm the queen of the world'." Will laughed and felt the tears well up in his eyes again. What a playful child she must have been. He began to think what their kids be like, seeing as Emma was a playful kid before her accident, and Will has always been a playful kid at heart would their child be the class clown?

The picture below was one of Emma looking around age four again and this time she was sitting on the railing of a pavilion smiling widely at the camera. A lake was in the background and Will felt more tears being added to his eyes. He was amazed at how beautiful she has always been. Her red hair was blowing in the wind that must have been severe that day and Will could see a band-aid on her chin and he hoped she didn't hurt herself too badly.

In the next picture Will couldn't decide if she looked three or four so he didn't spend much time on the exact age. She was standing on a bridge wearing a dress and clutching a dog. A Yorkshire Terrier to be exact. Will remembered Emma telling him about a dog she had when she was younger, and thought this must be that dog. He recalled the dog was a girl and her name was McClaine but they all called her Calniey. Emma was smiling and so was the dog. If that was possible. She looked so happy as a child and he wanted to make her feel that happy as an adult, with him.

She got younger the further he went in the album. The handwriting of the descriptions got messier and then stopped all together, as if someone started to put it together nicely and professionally but ended up putting it together hastily and in a rush.

On the last page Will found a picture of Emma smiling and sitting at a computer. Computer geek? He thought, I would've never guessed. He chuckled again, wondering if she's still computer smart. The next picture was taken at a park, he could tell from the playground equipment. She was being held up by her wrists by who Will had to guess was her father. She was wearing a dress again, a pink one with some form of animal on it. Then Will decided to have her parents go clothes shopping for his and Emma's child.

One photo album left. The date on this one read 1979 – 1982.

He opened the album up and saw baby pictures of Emma. She seemed to be in the hospital with things attached to her. Will was automatically frightened. What happened when she was a baby? He made a mental note to ask her later. The other pictures where off her parents, obviously getting ready to see their baby girl. A few pages later and Emma was already a toddler. He found pictures of her in a stroller with pink sun glasses on. Her baby hands where holding them to her face in the cutest way while her feet where thrown up in the air. The picture below was most likely the cutest picture Will ever saw. Emma and her father where sitting on a couch and her father had a bowl of popcorn. Her father had a piece of popcorn in his hand, Will assumed to give to Emma, but Emma's hand was in the bowl. The caption read "Rusty tries to feed Emma a single piece of popcorn but Emma thinks that's not enough." Will laughed again and felt the tears come back in his eyes.

Thirty-year-old Emma came in and started to ask what was so funny, but stopped in her tracks when she saw Will sitting against the wall with photo albums opened to random pages all around him.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, curious why she stopped.

"I haven't-That box isn't mine."

"Em, it's got to be, it's all pictures of you."

"Oh God. What years?"

"Um 1979 to now, why?"

"Oh God," Emma covered her face with her hands. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Why Em?" She sat down next to him and he grabbed her hand.

"Did you, did you see the recent pictures?"

He whispered his response and tightened his grip around her hand, scared she would leave again. "Yes." He heard her soft query as she refused to look his way, "What-What did you think?"

"I think you're pretty in love with me" He smirked and touched his shoulder to hers. She looked at him with a smile on her face, "Really?"

"Yeah. And I think I'm pretty in love with you too."

She kissed him, nothing special, just a simple kiss. But it made Will's heart beat faster than all the other times they passionately made out. When they pulled away he asked her, "How about I make that lunch I promised you?" And she answered with blush on her face and her eyes starting to well up, "I'd love that."

A big thanks to the people who regularly review, and the people who read and don't review, shame on you! I'm just kidding of course but it would mean a lot if I got your feedback! I can't know what to improve on and what to keep doing if I don't know what I'm doing wrong!

Chapter 12 should be up later this week or early next week sometime. I was really sick this weekend (like Will in The Substitute) and it was really hard to focus on doing one thing without falling asleep or getting off track and my sentences not making sense so extra props for getting this chapter out there?