Will's POV:

"Wh-what did you just say? No. No, you are not. You're pulling my leg. You're doing exactly what Terri done."

"Will. I'm not lying. I am pregnant."

"But... But you can't be! You have food poisoning!"

"Please, Will. I am telling the truth."

"Where are the scan pictures then!?"

"I haven't had a scan yet. My first is in a week. It's going to be a month since we... done it."

"Are-are you sure? I mean, REALLY sure?"

"Yes, I went to the Doctors and he told me."

"I'm-I'm going to be a dad? I'm going to be a PROPER dad!"

"Yes. Surprise! And what makes it even better is that I conceived the day you proposed." I ran up to Emma and spun her around! I kissed her multiple times on the lips and we burst out crying.

"We're going to be a proper little family, Em!" I wrapped my arms around her and we stood there hugging for what seemed a lifetime. "Can-can I feel, erm, it?"

"Of course, sweetie." She gave me a smile then she lifted her top up so I could feel her stomach. To think that I have a baby son or daughter in there. And that I made them with Emma, the woman I dearly love and have dreamt of caressing her body since the day I met her, 3 years ago. This was finally it. This meant that I definitely was hers, and she is definitely mine. I can see her sat there, in the baby's nursery stroking our little girls curly, ginger hair while I am singing her a lullaby. Or Emma with our son, reading him a classic children's story while he sits on my lap.

"Can-can I come to the scan with you?" I was hoping it would be a yes.

"Of course. Baby daddy needs to see what the baby looks like!"

"Thank you, Em."

"It's okay."

"Have you told anyone else?"

"Erm, only you..." She bit her lip. She was so adorable when she done that.

"Not even your parents?"

"Nope."

"Aren't you going to tell them? Like, soon?"

"Can't we just wait until our child graduates?"

"Stop it, Emma. They're your parents!"

"Oh, so you want our child growing up with problems like mine!? Their grandma and granddad calling them weird and depressing names!? You want our child to grow up thinking ginger people are all powerful and that they should feel that they can't do anything a ginger doesn't! That they look ugly if they don't have ginger hair? Will, I just about lived with it. How would you think they would?"

"I take your point. But they deserve to at least know about their grandbaby!"

"Fine. I'll give them a call."

"And when will you do that?"

"Now..."

"Good girl!" She stuck her tongue out at me while she went to collect the phone. She dialled her parents then pressed the loudspeaker button.

"Hello?" I heard Rose answer.

"Hi mummy. It's me, Emma."

"Oh, hello! How's my little Freaky Deaky doing?" She gave me that 'I told you so' look.

"Mum... And I am good thanks, you?"

"Oh, I am fine thank you. I will pass you onto your father."

"Okay. Hi daddy."

"Hello, pumpkin. How are you?"

"I'm good thanks, you?"

"Good thank you. What was it you wanted?"

"Oh, well, can you put mum back on?"

"Sure can, pumpkin. Speak later, love you."

"Love you too, daddy."

"Hello? What was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Hi. Erm, well. First of all, me and Will are getting married!"

I shot her a glance and whispered over to her, "You didn't even tell them that!?"
She replied with a quiet 'sorry'. Rose spoke again.

"Oh, not that curly haired man!"

"Mum, please."

"Okay, carry on."

"Secondly. I'm pregnant."

"Oh, honey. Are you sure? What about all of the germs? What if the midwives aren't ginger? What if the BABY isn't ginger? Oh, Rusty! Emma is pregnant!"

"Mum. I am pretty sure I have a child growing inside of me! And I'm dealing with it. I don't care if the midwife or baby isn't ginger because, unlike you, I wouldn't be calling them degrading names that would lower their self esteem! I'm a Guidance Councillor. I would never call a child names like you did to me. This conversation is over."

"Emma... I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now I've got to go. Bye, love you."

"Bye, love you too." She pressed the end button then threw the phone across the living room.

"ARGH! THEY ARE SO DEPRESSING!" She started crying. I walked up to her and gave her a gentle hug.

"Aw, Emma. It's okay." I started rocking her backwards and forwards.

"But it's not, Will! I can't cope with parents who give children names that make them feel insecure! It's horrible, Will!" She sobbed into my shoulder.

"Shh, shh. Come on, now. Let's take you to bed." I guided her upstairs and sat on the bed while she got changed. By the time she was laying in bed, she had calmed down and stopped crying.

"Night, night, my Cinderella. I love you. And you, little one." I kissed Emma's cheek, then her stomach.

"Night, Will. Night, daddy."