I feel like I've dissappointed you all again. Health problems arose again (though this time not mine. Mum and grandma at the same time and while mum is alright, gran still is not and won't be either.) and that combined with working loads of extra shifts and a holiday to Norway again... leads me to this slow update again.

I am however entirely grateful for all your support and wellwishes and the fact that you guys gave me such lovely and heartfelt reviews that it really made me happy. I can only hope you guys are still able to do so after this slow update, as I love reviews, constructive feedback is always awesome and because I just love to hear your opinion of it all (whether it's good or bad and if it's bad what I could do to make it better).

Thanks again to my lovely beta WritteninCrayon. I am so sorry to have been such a slow writer, but your patience seems to be neverending. And also thank you to Sarah, Ember411, Bookworm2104 and MrsEleanorLovett. I love you for sticking to this story and writing reviews everytime. It means a lot to every writer and I truly appreciate it!

So here's the next chaper, you could say in dedication to Cory, and I hope I'll update faster next time! xx

As the evening slowly came closer and closer, I felt my anxiety level rise again. What if I was pregnant? Could I handle it? Wasn't it a bit too soon? Would the fact that I was so stressed lately, interfere with everything? Ruin it all? I didn't know if I could handle a miscarriage if I were to be pregnant. It would only happen due to the fact that I was so stressed. I would blame myself for everything, even though I knew Will would do all in his power to make me comfortable. He would make sure I would be relaxing and if that'd all be for nothing… I didn't want to think about it, but I couldn't stop those thoughts entering my mind. For me, it'd be one thing already to endure it all, but for him to see his dream shattered if I was pregnant and miscarried soon after… I couldn't bear it. Maybe it was best if I waited.

Luckily Will didn't press. We got tests – as I didn't want to have just one – but I had left them in the bathroom as soon as we got home, and didn't look at it anymore. I was honestly scared and was secretly hoping that my period would show up. I mean, I wanted to get pregnant, I honestly did, but there was so much going on that I feared now was not the right time to get pregnant and have that risky first trimester.

I was lucky to have Will by my side. He made me dinner, drew me a bath and made sure I was relaxed. He spoke about the latest stuff that was going on in the Glee club – mostly drama and new crushes and offered to watch a movie in bed, so that if I were to fall asleep, he didn't have to bring me to the bedroom with the risk of waking me up when I needed sleep so badly anyway.

I happily agreed to it. I knew I was bound to fall asleep halfway during the movie anyway, and this thought proved to be correct. I fell asleep shortly into the movie and woke up somewhere during the night – the menu still showing, proof that Will had fallen asleep during the movie as well. I didn't move to shut down the TV, but instead snuggled closer to Will, trying to fall back asleep.

This proved to be harder than I thought. Not because the TV softly replaying a tune over and over again (as Will apparently had muted the sound while I was asleep), but because of the fact that I was possibly carrying his child with me at this very moment. And while I lay there in his arms that night, I realized that while I might be scared of everything that might change, I needed to know whether I was pregnant or not. I knew that I was going to have Will by my side no matter what, and somehow that thought managed to comfort me a certain way.

And if I didn't know if I was pregnant, and things did go wrong because of all the stress and the fact that I did nothing to make things less stressful for myself, I knew I would never forgive myself if it were to result in a miscarriage. I could not put Will through that kind of hurt. Not as he had lost a child previously (even if she did not exist for real. She had been real for him until he found out and therefore I counted it as losing a child). If I were to be pregnant at this very moment, I would do anything to not put this child at any risk. I had to be careful; start taking all kinds of vitamins and ask Figgins if he could appoint someone to help me with all the work I had at this moment. And I had to find out, even if it meant peeing on a stick.

'Something the matter, Em?' Wills voice was clouded with sleep and he stared at me through tired eyes. I did not know how I'd managed to wake him up and I truly felt guilty for it, but as he stroked my hair, I sighed and turned around so that I could face him properly.

'Did I wake you?' I looked at him guiltily. He smiled and shook his head. 'No. Or at least, not that I think so. Maybe I just sensed that you were awake. You're avoiding the question though, love.' I sighed and placed my hand on his chest.

'Well… I was thinking… you know. I mean… I am really scared and everything but… I think it's wise that… you know… we just knew what's going to happen… if I am pregnant or not and… well… I mean, if I am, I really shouldn't be continuing work like I am now, because I just have so much work to do, which places me under so much stress that I don't think it could be good. If you get what I mean… I mean, I must not be making that much sense, but it's all so much and-' I looked up when Will placed a finger onto my lips and smiled at me.

'Shh. You do make sense, sweetheart. Do you want to try now?' I thought for a moment, before I slowly nodded. I had to know, and if I was indeed pregnant, Will had the right to know too. I wanted him to be happy, ecstatic, even, and I could not wait to see such look on his face. He'd be floating on a cloud, with nothing able to bring him down.

'I do… I think. It's gross but… you don't mind, do you? I mean… it's the middle of the night and well…' Will chuckled.

'Not at all, Em. I mean, I do want you to rest, but we have a few hours left still. Go ahead… I'll be waiting here, as I don't think you'd want me there while you're, you know, taking the test.' I shook my head and climbed out of bed.

'I… uhm… will be right back, then.'

A few minutes, a pep talk and some hand washing later, I emerged from the bathroom. Will sat on the bed, his legs swayed to the side, waiting for me. His hair was unkempt and I wanted nothing more than run my hand through his curls. Anything to make the waiting more bearable.

'Two more minutes,' I whispered as I sat down next to him. Will nodded and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

'Whatever the outcome, Em, do know that I'll love you no matter what. I'd be ecstatic if you are pregnant, but it's also fine if you aren't, okay? As long as you're happy. That's all that matters to me.' I smiled and nodded.

'I love you too, Will.' Silence enveloped us and we just enjoyed each other's presence for a moment, until time had finally passed and the results would be showing.

'Do you want to take a look?' I asked him. He nodded slowly, before kissing my temple again and standing up. I took a deep breath, while he went to get the test. My hands became clammy and not before long, he was back, test in hand, staring from me to the test and back.

'And?' I stared at him, unable to decipher his feelings, to read what was going through him, leaving me even more anxious than I already was.