A/N: Sorry, this took a while, but here is the much wanted Will's POV!

I'll warn you right now, this is not a fluffy, happy story. It was never meant to be, and if the idea of Will and Emma having relationship problems upsets you, then it would probably best if you didn't read on.

Chapter II—He'd Give Her Time

When he asked her to marry him, she had been hesitant, but Will had only expected that much. They had been dating for eight months, and Will had convinced her to move in with him two months before. She had been adjusting relatively well to the change, seeing as there were many compromises to be made.

Will had convinced her that marriage would not be any different from they lifestyle that had recently adopted; it would only make their affirmations of love and devotion legal. So she had complied, digging out her wedding dress from when she had nearly married Ken.

The ceremony had been kept rather small. Emma's parents and brother had come up from Virginia, and Will's parents had attended as well. The glee kids had also been invited, and they even sang their rendition of My Life Would Suck Without You at the couple's reception.

As Will had promised, nothing changed much, at least not in the first two years of their blissful marriage. But Will began to long to expand their family, while the idea continued to terrify Emma.

The pregnancy had been a mistake—at least that what Emma called it at first. It could never be a mistake to Will; he preferred to call it an accident—a much wanted accident, and though he watched Emma fall apart during each month of pregnancy, he couldn't be happier to finally be becoming a father.

A baby was supposed to make everything better, to somehow mend all the brokenness and faults in their lives, and Will refused to pull himself into the reality of the situation.

He couldn't pin point exactly when things had truly begun to go down hill, but it seemed to him as though one day Emma had been a strong, recovering woman, and the next, she could hardly hold herself together.

He had suggested therapy multiple times, and a few months after Josh had been born, he had even set up an appointment with a local psychologist. But Emma had locked herself in the bathroom, refusing to open the door until Will cancelled the appointment, and he knew arguing with her would only make things worse. He had learned that Emma liked to handle things on her own, and she still attempted to simulate control even when things were entirely out of her grasp.

He tried to help her, though his efforts were in vain. Feeling bitter, he wished he could somehow unearth the woman he had fallen in love with.

XXXXXX

"Okay guys, that was pretty good," Will looked around at the tired faces, flushed from the intensity of the number they had just completed.

It was a large group this year—the largest he had ever had at twenty-eight kids. The popularity of the Glee club had gone up in the past two years when they had won Nationals twice in a row. Though the club was successful, Will had to admit he missed the tight knit group he had his first year of coaching. He thought fondly back to those kids, most of whom he still stayed in touch with, even all these years later.

His phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He glanced at the number, vaguely recognizing it but unable to put his finger on from where. "Take five guys," he muttered, stepping out in the hallway to take the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello—Will?" The familiar voice asked, and he confirmed it. "It's Melanie Whitman," she clarified, and Will's stomach dropped immediately. Melanie from Tender Care, the daycare that his son, Joshua, attended. "We have it written down that your wife was supposed to pick up Joshua today…she's already half an hour late, and I'm unable to reach her…"

Will sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair. "I'll be over as soon as I can. And Melanie, I'm really sorry…" he apologized.

"It's fine, Will," she told him, and he could hear her smiling faintly through the phone. He smiled back, bidding her goodbye.

After snapping his phone closed, he reentered the choir room. "I have a family emergency guys, so I'm going to have to end practice early today," he informed the kids, grabbing his brief case and hurrying out of the room.

He sped out the parking lot, his anger rising. It seemed to him that he was constantly angry with Emma nowadays. She had trouble functioning on a day to day basis when it came to basic tasks such as the care of herself, her son, and the house. And when he wasn't frustrated with her, he found himself pitying her and feeling angry at himself for his own aggravation.

"Damn it, come on!" he cursed, fuming as he sat at the seemingly never changing red light to turn into the daycare.

He haphazardly parked, practically running into the center after slamming his car door shut.

He found Melanie organizing crayons in the art corner, her dark hair falling across her face.

"Where's Josh?" he asked immediately, glancing around the room for his child.

"He's over in the next room, asleep on one of the mats," Melanie informed him, rising to greet him.

Will relaxed slightly, smiling as she approached him. "Did he not sleep during naptime today?" Will asked her, curiosity lining his voice. Josh was at that stage where naptime was becoming more and more difficult to enforce, and it didn't help that Emma constantly gave up when she became overwhelmed by her defiant three-year-old.

"No, he slept," Melanie told him. She hesitated before adding, "I think he was pretty worn out after his meltdown…when your wife didn't show up. He conked out pretty quickly after I was able to calm him down."

Will sighed heavily. "Look, Melanie, I am so, so sorry about this…and I can't apologize enough for her; I just can't believe this is becoming a habit…"

"Don't beat yourself up, Will," she told him, giving him a significant glance. "It's not your fault."

Yes, it wasn't his fault, but that meant the blame fell entirely on Emma. And though he had lost count in the times she had fallen short, he felt as though a part of it were his fault as well. He was a far cry from the perfect husband and father.

Melanie gave him a sympathetic look, placing her hand gently on his arm. He quivered slightly beneath her touch, trying to suppress unwanted feeling of desire. Over the past few months, Melanie had become a comfort to him. As Emma's state continued to deteriorate, he had begun to feel more and more alone. Melanie was more than willing to listen to him unload, and he found he enjoyed having someone whole-heartedly take his side on the matter.

"Relax," she told him, and it took him a minute to realize he was tensing under her grasp. Her blue eyes were soft as they gazed into his. She moved in closer, her eyes never leaving his.

He slowly felt his guard melt away. "I should be leaving now," he whispered, hanging onto his last thread of morality.

"Let Josh sleep for a minute longer," she persuaded him, her voice soft and alluring. She dipped her head closer to Will's.

He knew he needed to pull away, but God, was it awful that he didn't want to? Her proximately stirred his desire; he couldn't remember the last time he and Emma had been intimate. Every time they recently tried, Emma would burst into tears, having an inconsolable breakdown, and he could never quite get down to the root of the problem. He hardly even bothered to approach her even more, but he found himself missing her touch.

But Melanie was willing to offer him just that, and really, was it so wrong to want?

It was Will who finally closed the distance between their lips, feeling a wave of pleasure sweep through him as his lips worked against hers. He felt Melanie smile under his lips; after all, he had deterred all her advances thus far, and she was now finally receiving the prize she had sought after.

He pushed her up against the wall, deepening the kiss. She sighed against him, reaching to tangle her fingers through his curly locks.

It wasn't enough. He felt himself harden against her, and suddenly he wanted so much more. He felt deprived, and as Melanie wound her body around his, he felt a need to fully feed his cravings. He tugged at the hem of her shirt, delighting in the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers as he ran them along the waist line of her pants.

"Will," she whispered sweetly, and he had a sudden desire to hear her scream him name in the throes of pleasure.

He worked at the button of her jeans, preparing to undress her, when a small voice interrupted them. "Mommy?"

Melanie and Will flew apart, their cheeks reddening deeply as they composed themselves. Will wheeled around, the guilt sinking in as he expected to see his son watching his sinful display.

But Josh was nowhere to be seen. His small voice had only carried from the adjoining room, and Will felt his entire body sign with relief as he realized Josh had seen nothing.

Melanie straightened her hair and re-buttoned her pants as she followed Will into the dark room, switching on the light to reveal a wide-eyed Josh sitting sleepily on his mat.

"Daddy!" Josh's eyes lit up when he saw his father, and Will's heart swelled with pride as it did every time his son uttered his name.

Will scooped his son up in his arms, trying to shake his feeling of guilt away.

"Where's Mommy?" Josh asked as he snaked his small arms around Will's neck. "She was 'posed to pick me up today. That's why she said."

"I know, Josh, but Mommy's feeling sick today," he lied. He always had to lie, and he hated himself for it. "She's at home right now."

"Can we go see her?" Josh's excitement could not be contained, and Will found himself feeling almost bitter that Josh adored his mother so undeservingly.

He glanced at Melanie before answering. She gave him a sad smile, understanding that their brash make out session would never be mentioned again after Will walked out the door.

Will hugged Josh tighter against him, fighting the urge to take once final glance at the woman standing behind him as he pushed open the door.

XXXXXX

The feeling of guilt tugged deeply at him as he climbed into bed for the night, sighing deeply as he relaxed against his pillow. Emma had insisted on bathing Josh and putting him to bed on her own, and Will knew she was trying to make amends for her behavior this afternoon.

It was silent down the hall, and Will figured that Josh had roped Emma into "resting" with him as he fell asleep. It was a habit they had been trying to break, but Josh hated to fall asleep alone, and Emma was often more than willing to snuggle beneath the covers with him instead of starting an argument that would often lead to a meltdown.

After ten more minutes passed, Will pulled himself out of bed, tiptoeing down the hall to see what was taking Emma so long. He cracked open the door, the hall light casting a shadow across the floor. He couldn't help put to smile at the scene before him.

Emma lay in the bed with Josh curled tightly against her chest. Their matching hair spilled out across the white pillow, and their chests rose in unison as they both slept soundly.

Will entered the room quietly, bending down to kiss his son's small head. He hesitated for a moment before brushing Emma's hair away from her forehead and leaning down to press his lips to her soft skin. Her eyelids fluttered open, and after coming out of her brief disoriented state, her lips curved into a smile.

"Sorry," she mouthed, prying herself gently away from Josh's clutch. She managed to slip from the bed without waking their son, and she padded softly down the hall with Will following close behind. Before they reached the bedroom, Will grabbed her arm suddenly, and he felt her flinch slightly under his impulsive touch.

"Em," he whispered as she turned toward him. Her tired eyes met his. As he took in her appearance, he felt a melancholy feeling sweep over him. She had showered after dinner, changing into a pair of sweat pants and one of his old tees. Her hair was limp and mussed, and when he tried to remember the last time she had styled it and produced her adorable bang flip, he couldn't recall the occasion.

So much had changed since that impulsive kiss in the hall at McKinley High. They always said change was good, but as he looked at his broken wife standing before him and felt his own inner turmoil surging, he had to wonder how true the clichéd saying truly was.

"Let's go to bed," she whispered after a moment, tugging at his hand as she led him into the bedroom.

The couple slipped under the sheets without another word. Emma reached to turn of the bedside lamp, turning away from Will as she fell against her pillow.

Will watched her he drift off, the small space between them feeling like an ocean. He swallowed his guilt, reaching out to softly stroke Emma's hair. She startled beneath his touch, and as he scooted closer to her, he realized how long it had been since they had last fallen asleep in each others arms.

"Will," she whispered as he continued to run his fingers through her tangled hair. The rest of her words melted away as she relaxed against his touch. "That feels good," she murmured.

He hands strayed from her hair to the back of her neck, beginning to massage it lightly. When they had first moved in together, Will had often been able to console Emma from one of breakdowns with a back rub. The soft, constant movement always soothed her, pulling her away from her spiraling thoughts.

He lifted her shirt, working his hands against the smooth skin of her back. "Hey, you still have your bra on," he noticed, chuckling slightly. Emma had always hated sleeping in her bra, claiming that it soiled it.

"I forgot," she muttered. These were the small things that really concerned Will—the way she could not even adequately take care of herself, allowing herself to forgo his basic habits when she spiraled into her anxious states.

Will easily unhooked her bra with one hand, pulling it gently from her chest and letting it drop to the floor. Beneath her shirt, Will's hand strayed to her bare chest.

Emma's breath hitched slightly, but she made no move to pull away as he continued to touch her. He smiled faintly in the darkness, his guilt fading considerably as he caressed his wife's body. He pulled up her shirt, but as he began to pull it over her neck, Emma pulled away from his grasp.

"Not tonight, Will. I forgot to take my birth control today…" she trailed off, pulling her knees tightly to her chest. He could already see tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

To say he wasn't frustrated would be a lie, but he quickly pushed away those feelings, wrapping Emma's quivering form in his arms as he pulled her against his chest.

He felt a sob wrack through her body, and he cursed himself for pushing her too far. "I'm sorry, Will," she said thickly through her tears.

"Don't be sorry," he quickly chided her, pulling her closer to his body. "Em, I love you. I want you to know that—no matter what happens."

She sniffled, her tears subsiding. He felt her relax slightly in his grasp. "I love you," he repeated, kissing the back of her head softly.

"I love you, too," she murmured, placing her trembling hand on top of his.

He rocked her gently, the darkness settling softly around them.

He loved her.

Was it enough? Was uttering an overused phrase enough to fix the broken foundation their marriage was resting on?

He knew things were going to need to change. He needed to get Emma into counseling before she had a breakdown to big for either of them to handle. Maybe they could even attend therapy together-God knew he needed it.

But as Emma's small hand twisted in his, he knew it would never happen. He'd always give her time, waiting for a change that would never come. Because merely pushing through the change to reap the desired results would be the factor that would send Emma spiraling over the edge.

And he couldn't watch that. He couldn't bear to see Emma collaspe at her lowest point. He couldn't bear the thought of destroying their family when they had a little son to care for.

But for now, he pushed away his premonitions of a bleak future, feeling Emma breath steadily against his chest. He loved her, and he loved that little boy sleeping soundly down the hall. For them, maybe he could somehow make that love be enough.

A/N: This was not how I orginally intended this chapter to turn out. But with discovering Will's weakness for women in the back 9, I thought it would be the perfect way to have Will struggling through his failing marriage with Emma. Besides, it nice to have Emma not be the only bad guy here.

I hope you enjoyed it, and as always, I'd love to know what you think!