Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.
-Allison Krauss, "Baby of Mine"

The first few weeks after Will and I were married were blissful. We settled into a new life fairly easily and I moved into his apartment with him after our honeymoon, which was a huge step for me aside from getting married. But I was excited about it and couldn't wait to start our life together as a married couple. Once we were moved in together, I made sure everything was in order and Will humored my behavior most of the time, especially when it came to cleaning. He, however, was very good at distracting me otherwise. Being newlyweds, it was difficult to keep my hands off of him in the first place, but the fact that my husband was an affectionate, amazing lover made it next to impossible to do so.

By August, we were settled into our routine of getting up a decent hour and getting ready for the day, even though we weren't technically back in school yet. Saturdays, however, were our lazy days that we spent in bed, curled up together, talking about anything and everything. More often than not, we were not clothed at that point either, but that is something that is normal for newly married couples. I was enjoying our time together and couldn't wait to see what our lives would be like once school started again. Will and I agreed that we wouldn't tease each other during classes to the point where we needed each other, meaning no sexy texting like we had been when one of us was out of the house. That was a difficult one for both of us because the lack of self control when it came to being around one another, but we eventually reigned it in and got it under control.

School started in September, meaning we were back in a settled routine for sure of work and coming home in the evenings after Will finished with Glee rehearsals. School that year began as always, with a slew of students not knowing where to go, the usual teasing from the bullies, and the overachievers getting into all the right honors classes. My office was flooded with students seeking advice for things ranging from bullies to not knowing how to tell someone they were breaking up with them because the summer didn't go as planned. That whole first week back exhausted both Will and myself, but me even more so than usual. I started feeling under the weather during the second week, meaning I took more vitamins and made sure absolutely no germs came in contact with me. But when it didn't ease up after a few days, I went to a doctor and found out the most life changing news someone who had only been married a few months could hear...Will and I were pregnant.

I had absolutely no idea how to tell my husband that I was carrying his child at that point...other than outright telling him, which I didn't want to do. I wanted to make this special for him because I knew what Terri had done to him before with her fake pregnancy. But since I knew that my pregnancy was real and that I was carrying his child, I wanted him to be a part of it all. After coming home from the doctor that day, I set up a little something while he was at Glee rehearsal. Despite my urges to clean up the mess I made, I used rose petals to lead from the from door to our bedroom. I laid on our bed and waited for my husband to come home, nervous about what I would say to him to tell him that I was having our baby. That we had made a life together for real and that I wasn't pretending like his ex-wife had to keep him. I waited until I heard the door open, my nerves shaking. When he came back in the room, he had the sweetest smile on his face that I'll never forget as he asked what all the flowers were about.

Crawling to the end of our bed, the one where our child was most likely conceived, and stood in front of him on my knees. After greeting him with our usual kisses, I took his hand and put it on my stomach, telling him that inside me was a baby that we had made together. I will never forget that look of shock and surprise on his face, as well as the smile that came after as he kissed me and then my belly. I couldn't help but feel my eyes fill with tears that day as I knew how happy my husband was. I hadn't left him out of the miracle that was our child like Terri had before. We were relishing in the miracle of life that we had created. My due date was set for May of the following year, meaning that we would be new parents right around Regionals. While we were concerned for that fact, we were mostly overjoyed that we were expecting. I was more nervous than I would admit to Will at that point though, but that isn't something that I wanted him to know then. I wanted him to be happy and know that I wasn't faking a pregnancy. He was really going to be a father and that is what I was more focused on than my own fears.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter! I hope you enjoy and please review!