After Terri had left, a puzzled Will and Emma sat back onto the sofa, Emma resting her head on his shoulder.
"That was a bit weird..." Emma stated, sitting up.
"Weird? Why was it weird? I thought it was kind..." Will bit his lip awkwardly.
"Well, she suddenly shows up 5 years after NO contact with you, to apologise for what she did to you? That seems a bit fishy, Will..." Emma patted her knees as Dalton ran over to them holding a piece of paper with a drawing on.
"Look, I painted a tree for you mummy!" There was a mixture of brown and green on the page, and although it was confusing to Will and Emma, Dalton was adamant it was a tree.
"Oh, wow, Dalton! That's amazing! Shall we pin this up on the fridge?" Emma took the picture out of Dalton's small hands and looked at it carefully, a smile forming on her lips.
She loved being a mother, especially when he was this age. He was a good boy, with a few tantrums from time to time, but nothing other than a bit of tickling from his father straigtened him out in no time.
"Yes!" Dalton replied to Emma's comment and snatched the photo out of her hands, running to the fridge. Emma followed him and stuck his picture to the fridge using a magnet.
"Perfect! I love it, baby boy. Thank you!" Emma crouched down and kissed Dalton on his forehead. Dalton then ran off back to his place on the table.
Will turned around and saw their little moment. He couldn't help but grin. Emma was a perfect mother, and he couldn't have picked a better woman to carry his children.
"Daddy! I'm making you one now!" Will laughed.
"Okay, buddy!"
"Will? Give me a hand? I can't get back up..." Emma blushed as she remained crouching on the kitchen floor. Will laughed as he got up to go and help his wife off the floor.
"This is why I told you not to bend, or crouch, or lift when you're in this state! What if I wasn't here and you done that?" He pulled Emma up carefully and raised his eyebrows. She shrugged.
"I would have sat on the floor until you had got in..." She blushed and bit her lip as Will shook his head and laughed.
"Okay, baby. So, why do you think Terri came here yesterday?" He placed his hands on her hips as he leant against the kitchen counter.
"I think she still likes you, Will..." Emma looked down and played with the bottom of Will's T-shirt.
"No, Emma. And even if she did, I have an extremely beautiful wife, a gorgeous, little boy and an unborn daughter!" He tilted her chin up and Emma smiled weakly.
"Well, all I'm saying, is that I don't trust that woman... I never have, and I never will." Emma cleared her throat and went to sit back down on the couch. Will followed slowly.
"I know, but she seems different now. Maybe she just wants to be friends? She must be a bit lonely..." Emma narrowed her eyes.
"Are you sticking up for her?" She crossed her arms.
"No, no, Em, no! I'm just saying, maybe you can try to trust her?" Emma scoffed and stood up.
"Seriously? After all she done to me? To us? To YOU, when you were married? God, Will? You've got to be kidding! How can you even trust her?" Will shrugged.
"I was married to her, Emma. I've always trusted her in some sort of way. Even when she lied... I don't want to, but it feels like I can."
"Do you still like her?" Emma gulped. Will's eyes widened and he stood up in front of her.
"Of course I don't? I hated what she done to me, and to you. And plus I have you..." He run his hands down Emma's sides and she shook him off.
"You hatED? Know what? Just forget it. While you are mooning over your ex, I'm going to sit with our son." Will sighed as Emma walked away to sit next to Dalton. Emma picked up a crayon and started drawing on a new sheet of paper.
"Why are you and daddy fighting?" Emma sighed.
"You know that lady that came yesterday?" Dalton nodded while looking at his paper. Will turned to look at them and listened into their conversation. "Well, before me and your daddy got together, he was married to that woman, and she was nasty to your daddy. You see, I really liked him before we got together and when he was still with that woman, she done whatever she could to keep me away... Then she started lying to your daddy about having a baby... But your daddy found out, and they split up... Not long after, me and your daddy got together, and now look where we are!" Emma smiled weakly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Will sighed guiltily as he wiped his cheek.
"Are you lying to daddy about having a baby? Is that why you're fighting?" Emma shook her head and lowered her voice until Will could only just about hear her.
"No... This baby is real, Dalton. I would never lie to your daddy. Especially about that. I love him too much... I can't afford to lose him, you, or your sister..." More tears rolled down her cheek and Dalton looked up to his mother.
"Don't cry, mummy." Dalton stood on the chair and kissed Emma's cheeks, punctuation the sentence with a 'mwah'.
"Can my baby boy give me a cuddle?" Emma whispered, holding her arms out for him. Dalton nodded and jumped into her arms carefully. Will watched them from afar and wiped his own tears. He walked upstairs quietly. Emma put Dalton down carefully. "I'll be right back. I just need to go and talk to your father..." Dalton nodded and, once again, got back to drawing. Emma walked up the stairs slowly and walked into their bedroom to find Will looking through old photo albums of their wedding and baby Dalton.
"I heard everything you were saying..." He sniffled, flicking through the pages. Emma blushed, sitting next to him.
"You did?" He nodded. "I meant everything I said. I can't lose you..." She placed her hand on his thigh and Will put the photo album down.
"I don't like her, I promise... I just think she has changed."
"She may have changed, but I'm not going to drop everything and trust her. She lied to you about one of the biggest milestones in your life..."
"I know... I'm sorry I asked you. I should have known..." Emma placed her hand on his cheek.
"Don't apologise... Dalton just seems to think we are fighting because Alex isn't real..." She bit her lip and looked at her lap.
"I'll talk to him in a minute. But, if Alex wasn't real, you wouldn't let me go to the ultrasounds or do this." He placed his hand on Emma's bump. She leant over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Go talk to him. I'll put the photos away." Will walked downstairs and Emma looked through the album quickly before putting it away and walking back down. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched Will tickling Dalton and spinning him around while giggling. The phone started ringing and Will put Dalton down as he ran to get the phone.
"Hello? Oh, hi? You still have this number? Oh, right... Yeah. I guess. Yeah, that should be fine! See you!" Will put the phone down and turned to Emma, blushing.
"Who was that?" Emma looked confused.
"Oh, uhm... It was Terri... She is coming for coffee tomorrow."