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Emma's POV:
I woke up to the smell of something cooking. I rolled over to find that Will wasn't there. I crept downstairs to find him cooking up some bacon, already fully dressed. I walked towards him then stopped dead in my tracks.
"Em, honey, are you okay?" I turned around ran back upstairs and straight to the bathroom. I really hated morning sickness. Will walked in and held my hair up and rubbed my back.
"Thank you, Will."
"It's okay. Just tell me if you need anything and I'll be there before you know it." He really was sweet. I stood back up and brushed my teeth.
"Gosh, I look a mess!" I looked at myself in the mirror. "And it's only going to get worse. I'm going to be really fat, Will. Oh no. I'm not going to fit into any of my clothes! I'm going to be so ugly!"
"Don't you ever say that about yourself! You are beautiful! No matter what size, shape or what clothes you wear! You will always look exactly like the day I scraped that chewing gum off of your shoe. Beautiful. Please, just don't say that again." He gave me a hug. I reached up to his lips and kissed them tenderly.
"Thank you." I whispered into his vest. We walked back downstairs and I sat on the sofa while Will cooked breakfast. Shortly, the bacon was ready so I got up and sat at the kitchen table. The bacon was nice and crispy. I hoped that in my later stages of pregnancy I wouldn't crave this because this would do nothing for my weight. Not that I was going to be small anyway.
"Thanks, sweetie. That was delicious."
"That is okay. Do you want anymore?"
"And what are you implying there?" I scowled at him.
"I just wondered if you were still hungry?"
"Believe it or not, Will. I don't have cravings yet. I don't constantly need to eat!" I was yelling by now.
"I'm sorry! I only asked if you wanted some more! I don't know anything about cravings because I only just found out that my FIANCÉE is pregnant! I thought you said you could trust me!? But you keep one of the biggest secrets EVER, away from the one you're supposed to love and trust!"
My face just fell.
"Oh, so this is MY fault, is it? I'm the one who carries sperm AND eggs so I suddenly made a baby my self!? This is as much as your fault, as mine! And of course I trust you! I wanted to keep it a surprise!"
"Oh, no. Don't you DARE blame me! YOU were the one who suggested trying for a baby! Not me! And when exactly WERE you going to tell me? I get that you are hormonal but this is just out of order, Emma."
"So you wanted me to have sex, now suddenly you don't! And I planned that dinner so I could tell you, and I did! Hormonal? Oh, no. This is WAY past hormonal, Will. You expect me to cope with all of this, you and me, while I'm pregnant?"
"Cause that is what couples DO, Emma! I am ever so sorry that you 'didn't find the right person' and were 30 and still a virgin!"
His face dropped and he was automatically apologetic. "Emma, I am so, so, so, so sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"I can't believe you just said that." Tears came to my eyes and started rolling down my face. He came to hug me but I backed away.
"Emma. Don't do this to me."
"Do what, exactly? Have a go at you for being a virgin until, what, 15?"
"You are despicable. I am going." With that he picked up his coat and keys, put on his shoes and walked out.
"Will! Will! Please don't go! I didn't mean it!" I called after him but it was too late. He had left.
I went back upstairs and laid on our bed, sobbing. I cuddled his pillow, taking in a breath of his, ever so nice smelling, cologne. I eventually fell asleep. I dreamt of me, Will and our child in the park. Me and Will pushing them on the swings. We then were chasing our little red-headed child around the park, laughing and having so much fun. Then the dream turned sour. Everything turned black and Will and our child disappeared. There were high pitch screams, ones you only hear when something is certainly wrong, all around me. Then there was laughing. Evil laughing. Deep, horrid, evil laughing. Then a giant hand started reaching towards me. Closer. Closer. The hand grabbed me. I screamed.
That's when I woke up. I checked the clock, 12:07am. It had been a good 4 hours since I fell asleep and Will left. I walked downstairs to see if Will was back. No sign of him. I decided to call him. No answer. I tried again. No answer. I left a voicemail.
"Will, where are you? I am so worried, please call me back. I am so sorry for what I said to you. I didn't mean any of it. I am very hormonal at the minute. Please just come back? Or at least tell me where you are? I don't blame you. For going off. I would've too. Please just ring me."
I was pacing back and forth, wondering what else to do. Ring Shannon. Maybe she knows?
"Hello?"
"Oh, hey, Shannon. It's me, Emma."
"Oh, hey, pumpkin! How are you?"
"I'm not very good, I had a fight with Will and I rang up to ask you if you knew where he was?"
"No, sorry. When did he leave?"
"Erm, 4 hours ago. Please, Shannon, if you hear ANYTHING from him, just ring me?"
"That's not very good. And 'course I will, pumpkin. Keep safe, speak later."
"Thanks for the help. Speak later."
I pressed the end button then started pondering who else may know. Sue? Why would he go to her? Holly? Left town. April? On Broadway. Terri? Crazy ex-wife who I don't want knowing I'm pregnant or his fiancée. It was no use. I'd just have to wait until he got in. Or I could go out? I ran upstairs, got washed, dressed, brushed my teeth, walked downstairs, put my shoes on, picked up my keys and walked outside. I hopped in my car and drove off. I was driving around town, fairly slowly, trying to look for Will. He was now where in sight. I drove past the park just outside of town and there he was. Sat on the bench, crying. I parked up along side him and got out.
"Will, I'm ever so sorry. Please come back?" He lifted his head and his face was blotchy from crying. I sat along side him.
"I know you are. I listened to your voicemail."
"I even rang Shannon, Will! I didn't have a clue where you were!"
"I'm sorry." He gave me puppy dog eyes then burst out crying again. I gave him a hug.
"Come on. Let's go home. We can have a nice cuddle and then we can make some lunch."
We got into the car and I started driving back.
"I'm sorry for saying all those things, Emma."
"I am sorry, too. I love you, Will."
"I love you too, Em."
