Emma got her overnight bag ready for when the time was to come. She was just two weeks away from the due date now, and Will was, again, out with Terri while she was packing. Although, she couldn't blame him, he had been keeping to the rules of only 1 hour and a half for 3 times a week. Sometimes, he wouldn't even see her that many times and stayed home helping Emma prepare for Alex, or taking Dalton away to give her some rest. Will's parents and Emma's parents had been round a few times to check in on her to make sure everything was going okay and to express to her how excited they were to meet their second grandchild. Emma and Will had spoken a few more times of a third child, but decided that it would be best to stick to two for the time being. But that wasn't stopping Dalton from throwing tantrums that he wanted a brother. Will got in an hour and a half after leaving and ran upstairs to greet Emma.
"Woah? What are you doing?" He asked kissing her cheek.
"Packing for the hospital." She replied, keeping her eyes fixed to what she was doing.
"I thought I was going to help you? How did you get the suitcase down?" He placed a hand on her bump and she sighed.
"I got it down on my own and we were, but the baby could come any day now and I couldn't wait any longer for you to get in." She carried on packing vigorously and Will put his hands on hers, stopping her.
"Emma, stop. Let me do it. You'll wear yourself out." She sighed and sat on the bed. "I'll stay here from now on. I'll tell Terri that she needs to back off - until the baby is born anyways." Emma layed down on the bed and breathed in deeply.
"That's unfair, and it makes me seem like I'm taking you away from her and keeping you to myself." Will carried on packing for her.
"I'd rather stay with you this close to meeting our daughter for the first time, and you know that."
"I don't see me forcing you to go out with Terri?" She mumbled. He finished packing and layed next to Emma.
"I'm sorry, but otherwise she will bombard me with texts and phone calls..."
"But you would answer to her, right? Not me?" She sat up slowly and ran a hand through her hair.
"That happened once, Ems, ONCE. And I am incredibly sorry, but none of the calls were coming through, neither were the texts!" He sat up and started rubbing her back gently.
"I just want you here so you can do that when I'm uncomfortable. Which has been 24/7 for the past month, and it's just going to get worse until she comes, but you're meeting her, and I can't stop you, because that would make me a terrible wife. Nearly as bad as her, maybe even worse." Will shook his head.
"Then I will stay. It's my own decision, okay? And you are the best wife I could ask for... You will never be bad, especially as bad as her. She was a horrible person, Emma, and you are the complete opposite." She sighed and leant back onto Will. He groaned, then shuffled slightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lean back that far!" Emma sat up, but Will pulled her back again.
"It's fine, all it was, was all of my weight going onto my one knee I was sitting on, so I had to move." Emma nodded.
"As long as I'm not too heavy and hurting you, then that's fine."
"You will never hurt me. Now, can you pass me my phone so I can tell Terri I'm staying home with you?" She passed him his phone and he wrote the text in front of her. Within no time, she replied.
"Oh, okay... Enjoy family life and I hope to see you soon? Xo"
"Wow. She really loves you." Emma sighed, looking at the text.
"What makes you say that?" He chucked his phone back onto the dresser and wrapped his arms around Emma.
"She replied instantly and you can tell. Not even I reply that quickly and I'm married to you."
"I don't mind you not replying straight away, just as long as I know you're safe, then all is well." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Now, is there anything else we need to do before our baby girl arrives?" Emma stood up.
"We need to put her car seat in the car, and I think that's it. I think we're done after that..." She heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed her belly. "She knows we're talking about her." She smiled and Will kissed the bump.
"You stay in there until you're definitely ready, okay? Although, we aren't forcing you to come out, but we want you here so much!" He whispered the next sentence. "Then you will finally be ours." He smiled and stood up and kissed Emma on her lips.
"I think we should go downstairs and cherish our final days alone with Dalton..." Will nodded and helped Emma down the stairs. When they got downstairs, they sat on the sofa and played with Dalton's cars on his car mat.
A week later, Will had given in to Terri and her manipulative ways and gone out with her. Emma agreed, but it was that week later when Emma needed him the most. Just half hour after he had left to meet with Terri, Emma started getting shooting pains through her stomach. She knew it was time, and she knew she had to get to the hospital as soon as possible. She rang Will countless times, but she realised that he must have left his phone on silent. She didn't know where he was, and she didn't know how long she could wait for him. She stood up from the sofa and felt water trickle down her legs. She called for Dalton - the only other person in the house. In no time, he came running into the living room to see his mother leaning against the sofa, tears running down her face from the absence of her husband.
"Mummy, what's wrong? Have you had an accident?" He saw the puddle on the floor and Emma shook her head.
"No, Dalton, your sister is on her way, okay? And I need you to go and ring grandma and grandpa Pillsbury, got it? Tell them to get here ASAP. You do that, and I will try getting daddy, okay?" Dalton's eyes widened and he ran to collect the phone. He dialed his grandparents while Emma dialed Will. Again. She sent him countless texts and rang him God knows how many times. But, still. No answer. She didn't give up. She kept trying and trying until her parents arrived, just 10 minutes later.
"Where's Will?" They asked.
"He's, uhm, he's with Terri. I've tried ringing and texting him so many times, but he-he isn't answering... And I don't know where he is..." She started crying and her parents walked over to her.
"Okay. I'm sure he will make it. Where is your bag?" Rose asked.
"Uhm, it's-it's underneath my bed." Emma went to walk upstairs, but Rose stopped her.
"You're stupid if you think you're going upstairs in this state! Dalton, sweetheart? Can you run upstairs and get a bag from underneath your mum and dads bed?" Just as Rose asked, he ran upstairs and quickly brought the bag downstairs.
"Where is he?" Emma kept asking, glancing at the door.
"Emma, you can either wait God knows how long for Will and give birth here, or you can go to a hospital without Will and deliver Alex with no issues?" Rusty told her sternly.
"I need him, dad..." She bit her lip.
"Well, maybe he should have stayed at home. He is stupid for going off with her." Rusty clenched his fist. Emma groaned as she grabbed her bump.
"Don't blame him. I told him to go." She sighed.
"Enough of him, we need to go. Dalton, get your shoes and coat on. Rusty, get Emma's bag. I'll help her to the car." Rose wrapped her arm around Emma and walked slowly towards the car. She got into the front with Rusty, and Rose and Dalton got into the back.
"Is mummy having Alex?" Dalton looked up at Rose and she nodded. "Why isn't daddy here?"
"Daddy is a little busy right now, but maybe grandma can try getting hold of him again?" Emma turned around as far as she could and handed Rose her phone. "Please..." She whispered. Rose sighed and nodded. She rang Will several times and still, no answer. Emma wiped her cheeks and grabbed her phone off of her mum. "Thanks for trying. I guess he just doesn't care." She chucked her phone into her bag and sat silently. They made it to the hospital 10 minutes later and got Emma into a wheelchair. They wheeled her through the hospital and got her into a room. Emma checked her phone, just in case. She rang him a few more times, too. But there was still no answer. She gave up eventually and put her phone on the desk next to the bed. Dalton and Rusty were waiting in the relatives room, obviously not wanting to see what was about to take place. Rose was by her daughters side, rubbing her back as she leant on the bed.
"Did you want me to ring the Schuester's?" Rose asked. Emma sighed and nodded.
"I guess we should tell them, considering it is their grandchild too." She rolled her eyes and Rose picked up Emma's phone and dialed their number. They answered and Rose explained the situation to them, including Will being missing. The Schuester's told her that they would be there in no more than two hours, as their drive would take them a long time to arrive. They wished Emma luck and got into their car to leave. Emma got onto the bed and the Doctors checked how dilated she was. She only had 3 centimetres to go, but she was praying it would take long enough for Will to arrive in that time. But she was wrong to pray so. She soon found herself being shouted at by the Doctors to push. "No! I can't do this without Will! He needs to be here! He needs to be here with me!" Emma screamed back. Rose ran her hand over Emma's sweaty forehead.
"Sweetheart, please. The longer you wait, the more danger you put Alex into. You can't wait for him. I'm sure he will come soon. You can do this, got it?" Emma shook her head, still adamant that she should wait for Will. "Face it, Emma! He would much rather spend time with Terri than with his own wife. He'd much rather see her than his first daughter being born!" Emma's lip trembled at Rose's harsh words. "He doesn't love you as much as he used to, Emma. He loves Terri." She started sobbing. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it is true. And I know you were thinking exactly the same. But we can't think about this anymore, we need to put you and Alex out of danger!" Emma nodded and gripped Rose's hand tighter than ever before and done as she was instructed. Emma lost hope that Will was going to be there for this and it just urged her to push harder. She wondered what his excuse would be to not answering any of her calls or text messages and it made her angry. She didn't know what she was going to do when he finally arrived, but she had a slight clue as to what it would involve. On the last push, Emma let go of Rose's hand and gripped the bed. They heard her daughter's cries and instantly relaxed. Rose hugged Emma and Emma left her arms by the side of her. She looked around the room to see if Will has perhaps sneaked in, but there was still no sight of him. He had missed the birth of his first daughter. The Doctors took Alex away to weigh her and dry her off before placing her delicately in Emma's arms.
"Hello, baby girl..." As soon as she looked into Alex's eyes, she broke down. She had Will's eyes and his cute, Kirk Douglas chin dimple. Alex was the closest she was getting to Will right now, in the time that she needed him most. Rose left the room to get Dalton and Rusty, leaving Emma alone with her newborn. She still looked over to the door, hoping Will would rush in, but she was wondering if he rushed off somewhere else, with someone else. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of Dalton gasping. She smiled slightly and Dalton ran over to the bed. "Say hello to Alex, Dalton." Dalton grinned and placed his hand in Alex's open fist, causing her to shut it firmly around his finger. "I think we should let nanny and grandpa have a hold, don't you?" Alex gurgled in Emma's lap and Dalton pulled his finger away from her. She passed Alex to her parents and repositioned herself on the bed to make herself more comfortable. Not long after, Emma dozed off to sleep, so the Pillsbury's placed Alex in the cot and the family watched Emma sleep peacefully. That was until her phone went off half an hour later. It was Will.
"Hello." Emma answered sharply.
"Where are you, Em? I've just got home and you've gone with Dalton?" Will paced back and forth in their house. He started thinking that maybe Emma only let him out so that she could make a get away.
"I'm in the hospital." She sighed.
"Oh, God. Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is Alex okay? Is Dalton okay?"
"7lbs 9oz." Emma replied bluntly.
"What?" Will asked, puzzled as to what she was going on about.
"7lbs 9oz. Your daughters weight. You know, the one whose birth you just missed." With that, Emma hung the phone up and left a worried Will on the other end.