The long awaited birth chapter hooray!! :) p.s. Did you see the Madonna episode?? All of Emma's lines had me cracking up on the floor, especially, "I plan on doing the nasty with you at 7:30 in your apartment. So... what do you think? Not like it matters." LOL Respond with comments about that and this chapter! :) Enjoy!

As soon as this was said, Will pulled away from the Glee kids. He outran them all to the choir room, panting. The last time he had ran down the hallway like that... the thought made him grin as he rushed into the room. Emma was frozen, still standing, tears forming in her chestnut brown eyes. Quinn was beside her, "It's okay, Mrs. Schue, it's all going to be fine, Mr. Schue is here... Will is here," Quinn patted Emma's back. Emma turned around, wincing in pain.

"W-Will..." she grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "It, i-it hurts..." a tear fell down her cheek. Her contractions were coming closer and closer together all day long, and now she was weakened by the few minutes of solace between them. He cursed himself for leaving his keys in his office, on the other side of campus. He didn't have that kind of time. Emma let out a yelp as another contraction came, and Will scooped the lightweight easily up into his arms.

"Kurt, I need your keys. Now," he instructed the student.

"We're one step ahead of you, Mr. Schue, Puck is pulling the Escalade around as we speak," Kurt smiled proudly. "Lets go!"

They raced to the end of the hallway and out of the school, everyone wondering what would happen. Emma wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, she could feel herself sweating. Incredible pain spread through her, she was past terror. She was horrified, excited, and in too much pain to think straight. She whimpered as another contraction came on, spreading a stabbing pain through her lower stomach.

Puck hopped out of the driver's seat, and jogged around to meet the rest of Glee kids on the sidewalk. "I can't leave you all here by yourselves," Will panted as he buckled in his moaning wife. He felt so bad for her, they needed to get to a hospital NOW. If they'd gone in this morning, none of this would be happening.

"Everyone, in the car, now!" he instructed, and the kids piled in as he sped away.

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A normal passerby would wonder about the singing kids in the maternity ward's waiting room, but Ella and Gerry Schuester, Will's parents, smiled when they saw the group. A brunette with a high-waistline plaid skirt piped up immediately, "Hello, you must be the Schuesters, I'm Rachel Berry the female lead in New Directions you must be here for the babies, right?" Her run-on sentences made Ella, slightly tipsy, laugh and Gerry squeezed his wife's hand.

"Yes, actually we are here for them, we're the grandparents, after all," Gerry explained. "But Will also said he didn't want twelve teenagers loose in hospital all night, after you made it clear that you planned on staying," he smiled. Will had seemed pleased to have them all there, supported he and Emma.

"Of course. They're sort of like our parents, to," a blonde added. "We couldn't just leave them here!"

"Plus, I'm their ride home," a shorter boy with impeccable hair and plaid suit laughed. Ella liked his shoes, a lot.

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Will passed Emma ice chip after ice chip, and she was finally reading. The contractions were at four minutes apart, and she was finally fully dilated. "Okay," Dr. Chang encouraged his wife, "push on three!"

"One..."

Emma looked tearfully up at Will, but he could tell he was excited. A line of sweat framed her like a headband, a drip ran down her face. She didn't have time to be disgusted.

"Two..."

Emma grabbed his hand, he pulled his arm around her. He kissed her, "You can do this, baby," he whispered, "I love you." She nodded, answering without words just as Chang said,

"Three!"

A loud whimper came from Emma as she pushed with all of her effort, her body racking with shudders and pain. She tried to breathe in and out calmly, but this was no time for calm.

"I see a head!" a nurse yelled, "Come on Emma!"

It was times like these when Will was grateful for people so supportive of his wife and him. The birth had been messy and trying on everyone's nerves for the first baby. She'd had the chord wrapped around her neck. They used the vacuum to pull her out, but her cries let Will know his one daughter was alive and well. The nurses pulled her off too soon to be examined, just to be sure. He couldn't believe how beautiful, how small she was.

It had been officially four hours, Will noted, as Emma's grip tightened on his hand. She gasped and cried out in pain, whimpered as a contraction came quickly. They were so close now Emma barely had time to breath between them-- he hated to see the love of his life in such discomfort. "Come on, Em sweetie, you can do this!" he encouraged her as she pushed. This went on for a steady five minutes: whimpering, pushing, encouraging, and finally, a cry.

The second baby was slightly smaller than the first one. She was covered in a white goo, her voice echoed through the room. Will was in awe, in shock. Immediately, the doctors passed the baby, barely wrapped in a towel, to Emma. He should have warned them. Blood was splattered on the baby, as well as the white glop, and Emma's stomach was very uneasy.

"Oh," Emma's eyes welled up with happy tears. The pain, the germs, the goo-- none of it mattered to her anymore. She knew both of her children were safe, even if only one was accessible at the moment. "She's so beautiful..." Emma began, but the bit of blood from the child's skin trickled onto her fingers. An attentive and adoring Will swiftly scooped up his newborn daughter, trying hastily to explain the situation to a nurse as he passed her the whining child.

In record time, he lifted the trash can from the room's corner and held it out to Emma, who emptied the contents of her stomach into it. Her eyes began to roll back a little, and soon, she was completely passed out. Some things, Will thought, could not be avoided. Emma and blood went together like oil and water, and she couldn't help getting so sick over it.

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Emma Schuester slowly woke up, but did not open her eyes. She had no idea where she was, what time it was, anything. She felt the still hospital mattress beneath her and was immediately disgusted by it. Her memory can flooding back, as she soon realized that she had no idea where Will or her babies were. She gasped, letting out a cry, and mercilessly patting all over the bed beside her, behind her, until her fingers were stopped by something warm and strong.

"Will?" she whispered as she felt her loving husband's palm enclose around hers. She rolled over and the hospital bed creaked. Will's smiling assured her that everything was going to be okay. A halo of sweaty, greasy hair stuck to her forehead. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, half fallen out from labor and birth and ralphing in the hospital trash can-- gross. But all that seemed to be worth it.

"You look so beautiful," Will whispered to her, kissing her lightly on the forehead. She kissed him too, on the lips this time. It was quick and loving, PDA was never their thing. She could almost feel the dark circles rimming her huge brown eyes. The itchy hospital gown material was seriously annoying her. But again, all she cared about was her family.

Her family.

"Where are they?" she asked eagerly, suddenly sitting up. She began to feel woozy again as soon as she did, and Will eased her back down to the pillow. Black and gold splotches invaded her eyesight. She groaned. "I hate getting sick..."

"Hey, you can't help it, sweetie. The girls are sleeping with all the other babies, they're so beautiful..."

"I-Is...?" She couldn't finish. She was too scared to know the answer.

"She's fine, they got her out just in time. The chord did barely any damage, she's with her little sister now," Will finished, reading her thoughts. He had already begun to call the first twin Maddie, but he didn't tell Emma this. They would choose together.

Emma smiled. "Can I see them now?" She asked happily as Will nodded. He passed her a fuzzy pink robe they had brought from home. He slipped warm, wool socks over her bare feet, and scooped up his wife. Placing her in the wheelchair with ease, he smiled, glad she was no longer pregnant. She was even lighter now, despite her still-puffy stomach.

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Two little angels lay sleeping in two pink prams behind a wall of glass, among about ten other newborns. But Emma could immediately pick out the two that were her own. The one on the left was wrapped up in a pink velveteen blanket. A head full of red ringlets framed her sleeping form. A little chin dimple made Emma grin. Her smile, though nonexistant, was sure to be lopsided, like her husband's. The child let her eyes slide open, and Emma melted. Brown, huge. It was like staring at a photo of her childhood self. She let her eyes move to a smaller version of the same baby. Red curls spilled from the pink cloth, a smooth complexion with just a light sprinkling of freckles reminded Emma of herself so much. Another pair of huge brown eyes darted about the room and settled on her.

Her.

Emma gasped. "She loves you already," Will whispered as a nurse checked Will's ID and let them into the room to hold their twins. Will passed his wife the smaller child, who immediately cuddled into her mother. He held the other. "So?" Emma asked. "Which is Maddie? And which is Mila?" her laugh was a tinkling, sweet one. The baby Will was holding wiggled at the sound of it. It was clear she recognized both voices. Emma's eyes welled up, as well as Will's.

"I've been dreaming of this moment since I first saw you, Em," Will smiled. As did Emma, who let the happy, joyous tears spill over the edges of her brown orbs. A soft splatter landed on the cheek of her daughter.

"Sorry, sweetie," Emma cooed. She wiped away the tear gently with her fingers. "I love you, baby. Mommy loves you..."

Will passed her the second child. Both snuggled into Emma, who grinned. "Mommy loves you both," she giggled as they both gurgled happily.

"I think that this one is Maddie," Emma added, looking lovingly at the larger, firstborn twin.

"I couldn't agree more," Will agreed. "She just seems like a such a Maddie. Which means that this beautiful girl," he stroked the other baby's cheek, "Is our Mila."

The couldn't stop their happy tears. They were a family, like Emma and Will had always dreamed. They knew that every road came with speed bumps. They knew that the Will and Emma road had just reached a dead end. But there was a turn in it, and both vowed to continue to walk it forever. This was the Schuester Family road, one they would never give up on. No matter how many stop signs, or speed bumps, or red lights or obnoxious state troopers lined it, they would never give up. This road was theirs, one they would travel forever, never giving in on themselves or each other. And that was a promise.

Because for every speed bump, there was a green light just a few miles ahead.

No silly! Of course this fic isn't done yet! I have too much planned for this winsome foursome, promise! XOXO