This chapter is Emma's point of view.

It has been over a year since the last chapter.

This chapter is the shortest of the entire fic, only 1,625 words long. All other chapters are over 2,000 words.

Chapter 12: When They Leave the Nest, They Really Soar

Will's teeth grazed Emma's collarbone, teasing a bite without ever breaking the skin. Emma inhaled and let herself get lost in the wonderfully intense feeling. Her eyes were shut tight and her hands were gripping Will's bare upper body just as forcefully, but then she loosened her grip and began to slide them down, slowly, with purpose. Her husband pulled back for a moment, took in the sight of her ever-growing breasts, and then reached around her body and flipped her over, switching who was on top. This caused the bedsprings to creak loudly.

"Careful!" she whispered loudly, although despite her worry she was still smiling hugely. "Danny's in the next room, remember?"

They definitely didn't want to wake either of their young sons. Danny was four-years-old now and had woken up a couple of weeks prior when they'd turned the television's volume up too loud, so ever since then Emma had been a bit paranoid that he wouldn't be able to sleep through their sex life either.

Emma was in the mood for intimacy much more frequently than usual, but this wasn't a surprise. Will and Emma had been surprised by it during her first pregnancy, but this time around they just knew to take advantage of it while they could. Her increased libido during the second trimester wasn't the reason they'd decided to have a third child, but it certainly was an added perk.

Will moved away from her face, clearly intending to help guide her toward experiencing even more pleasure. He was moving his eyes and fingers lower and lower. But before he got to his destination, Emma noticed another feeling and, without thinking, made a tiny, high-pitched noise.

"Em?" he asked, mildly concerned.

"Oh, it's just… I think I can feel the twins moving," she told him softly, biting her lip, wishing it wouldn't ruin the moment.

Will and Emma had decided to have a third child. But what they were getting was a third and fourth.

"Really? So soon?" Will asked.

Emma was only in her thirteenth week of this pregnancy, but like many thin women who had been pregnant before, she noticed the quickening remarkably early.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I feel some fluttering, yes."

He paused from what he was doing. She could tell he was quickly slipping out of the mood.

"It's okay," she said. She didn't want him to feel obligated to get back into that mindset. "We can finish what we started tomorrow."

He smiled. "Thanks for understanding." He lay down beside her, staring up toward the ceiling. His breathing began to slow down.

"So did I tell you what I learned about Kurt's musical?" Emma asked, also allowing her body to relax. She realized she hadn't really gotten a chance to tell Will about all of the details of the last meet-up Shannon had hosted.

"Did you learn some more details?" Will asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah." She smiled at his eagerness.

The Schuesters had known for months that the show was going to premiere at Connor Palace, which was a wonderful old theater that was less than three hours away. In fact, its opening night was coming up, less than a week away, and Ella had already agreed to watch her nephews. But Will and Emma hadn't known much about what the musical would be – just that Kurt had written it, and that Kurt had somehow gotten some of Will's other students involved in the behind-the-scenes creative vision, as well.

"The focus of the musical will be the main character's asexuality," she informed Will. "However, he didn't want to spoil the plot for us too much. Oh but he also mentioned that Unique composed the music! Marley did the lyrics."

"Is it an entirely McKinley run project? Artie directing, Mike doing choreography?" Will asked, only half joking.

"No," Emma replied with a laugh. "There are a lot of people putting their hearts and souls into this project and the only ones we know are Kurt, Unique, and Marley."

"Amazingly, when Kurt put out the casting call for a guy to play an ace-spectrum character, an actor in the business who was ace-spectrum saw and auditioned. And turned out to be perfect for the role. Kurt's falling in love with him, I think."

"Falling in love with the lead in the play he wrote?" Will asked, amused. "Wow."

"Kurt's also dating Blaine still, though." She caught sight of Will's look of horror. "Polyamorous. It's all consensual and happy. Blaine has another partner too, actually. I'm not sure who. But apparently they're raising the other guy's kid together?"

"Wow, I would've never imagined that," Will replied. "Kurt's parents never mentioned anything. Then again, the last time we met up I think I monopolized the entire conversation talking about how exciting it is that Danny has learned the alphabet, and that Josh is already walking!"

He always unabashedly bragged about their kids. It was one of the things Emma loved about him.

"When Carole and Burt came over the other week, while I was busy chatting with Carole, Burt helped Joshua build an impressively tall block tower."

"How did he react when it fell down?" Will asked, a little concerned.

"It didn't," she said. "I put the blocks away after he went down for his nap, but it was a sturdy thing."

"Impressive," he said with pride.

Emma smiled.

Emma had been spending time with the Hummels fairly often. In fact, she'd started seeing them regularly back when she and Will had first switched churches – she had been looking for recommendations of liberal churches, had remembered when Finn had come into her office not having a very strict set of religious beliefs from his household, and wondered if Carole was perhaps the member of any Christian church. As it turned out, Carole had become more involved in her church shortly after Finn's passing, thanks to the wonderful bereavement group they ran, and it had ended up being exactly the change Emma had needed. She enjoyed Sunday morning services so much more, now that she agreed with what the teachings. Plus, going to the same church as Burt and Carole had helped her to become much better friends with the couple.

Emma and Will fell asleep soon after the conversation, happy thoughts on their minds. Their almost-sex had been fun even if they hadn't gotten to follow through with all of it. Their new babies were already kicking. There was so much good in their lives, and soon they'd be enjoying seeing a musical created in part by three young adults who Will and Emma had witnessed growing up.

The road trip to Connor Palace would take roughly three hours. Will sat behind the wheel as Emma looked at the view out the window.

"Did you hear that Rachel started dating Jesse St. James again?" Will asked.

"No. Where'd you hear it?" Emma said.

"Facebook update," he explained. "He's currently the male-lead in that show that just got nominated for a Tony for Best Show."

"That's wonderful. Did you always know he would end up there?" Emma knew he always had such visions for Rachel Berry's future, but she didn't remember him discussing the boy much.

"Oh yeah. He had such a presence on the stage."

"We should go to New York and see him on Broadway sometime if we can. We could bring Danny, he's getting old enough to maybe appreciate it."

"Yeah, that'd be a wonderful summer vacation, perhaps," he replied. "I never imagined I'd be driving to see a musical Kurt had written, though," he admitted. "I didn't even know Kurt was much of a writer."

There were a lot of things about Kurt that Emma hadn't known when he'd been a student in their high school too, like the fact that he was asexual. He'd talked in depth with her, since graduating college, about how he enjoys sex with Blaine and how much he related to her experience toward sex with a partner, even if he didn't feel like the demisexual label fit him so he was sticking to gray-A. But in high school he'd been discovering this stuff about himself and she'd had no idea, despite being his guidance counselor.

"Will Rachel be coming tonight?" Emma asked, genuinely curious.

"She's his best friend! She must be." He furrowed his brow, thinking hard. "I believe her most recent status said something about traveling back to Ohio this weekend," he said, but he didn't sound very sure.

"I'm sure you're right," she said.

"We should make sure to snap a photo with the Lima gang while we're there," Will said.

"Oh, absolutely." Emma was instantly thinking about her collection of various, carefully organized photo albums. Then she had another thought. "Maybe we should frame this one and put it up near the fireplace," she said. They'd been wondering what they would use to fill that blank space ever since moving into the house a year-and-a-half prior.

Will didn't move his eyes away from the road, but his face transformed into one of pure happiness as he visualized it. "Yes, that would be so perfect."

"The Palace probably has beautiful architecture too, exactly the right backdrop for it." Emma commented.

"Oh yeah, it does," Will assured her. He had been to this theater a few times before.

They drove the rest of the way casually chatting about the kids Will knew well from when they'd been in his glee club, letting their excitement for the upcoming performance grow. They had such faith that the show would be a success and expand to the rest of the country. They knew how talented these kids were.