One Week Later.

Will's POV:

It was the Friday, just a few days before we started school again and it was the ultrasound. Emma was getting very nervous.

"What if something's wrong with the baby? With me!? What if I've miscarried? My gosh, Will! I can't do this! I can't even take care of myself let alone another person!" She started crying.

"Em. Nothing is wrong with you or the baby! Calm down! You CAN do this! You've got me, haven't you?"

"But, Wi-." I cut her off with a passionate kiss.

"Bu-." And again.

"Wi-." And again.

"Okay?"

"Oh, yes. After that kiss!" She immediately cheered up.

"Now, come on. Get ready otherwise we are going to be late!"
She finished getting ready then we walked out to the car. I insisted on driving because I claimed that she was in 'no fit state' to drive. Of course she got annoyed but it's the hormones so she shortly got over it.

We arrived at the Doctors and I got out. Emma sat there looking at the sign then finally got out.

"You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." We walked hand in hand into the Doctors and we went to the Reception.

"Hello. Name please?"

"Hi. It's Emma Pillsbury. For an ultrasound."

"Oh! Congratulations! And you must be the father?"

"Thanks, and yes. He is."

"No worries. Good luck and please take a seat."

"Okay." We went and took a seat in the waiting area. After about 10 minutes, we got called in.

"Hello, Miss... Pillsbury?"

"Hello."

"I believe this is your first ultrasound? And baby?"

"Erm, yes, yes it is."

"Okay, no worries." Emma got laid down on the bed and she had to lift her top up, to just under her bra. The Doctor squeezed some jelly onto her abdomen and she flinched. The Doctor then pulled out this stick and started moving it around on top of the jelly. He pushed the screen around so we could see it.

"And this is your baby." He pointed to a tiny dot on the screen and turned the volume, to the baby's heart, up. There it was.

"Badoom. Badoom. Badoom." I couldn't believe that our tiny little dot could make that much noise. Tears came to my eyes.

"Awh, Will! Why are you crying?" She looked slightly confused.

"I'm just so, so, SO happy right now."

"Awh, honey. Please don't cry!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie." She reached up, as far as she could, to give me a hug.

"Miss Pillsbury, would you like a video of the ultrasound?"

"Um, yes, please." He handed her the DVD, cleaned the jelly off of her stomach and then we were allowed to go.
We got in the car.

"Em, why did you want the video?" I was puzzled as to why she wanted a video of a little dot.

"Well, I decided that we could buy a photo album and every month, when I have my ultrasound, I can take the video and store it in a pouch so that we can watch our baby grow. I also thought that every month, we could take a picture of my stomach to see how much it grows and record how big I am. Then we could show it all to our child when they are older."

"Em, that's a wonderful idea." I was truly so inspired by her motivation. "I could help you? I could measure and take the photo?"

"Awh, Will, that's so sweet!"

"Let's go get a photo album now, shall we? Start today."

"Sure. Let's go."
We drove around until we found a shop we thought had the best photo album for us. We eventually found it. It's title was "My Wonderful Family". We purchased our photo album then made our way back home. Emma changed into something more suitable. She changed into some tracksuit bottoms and a normal top. She messily tied her hair up. She looked stunning. I went to collect the camera from our bedroom and when I came back down, she was admiring her stomach in the mirror.

"You look beautiful." She spun around and pulled her top down.

"I was- I was just..."

"I know what you were doing." She blushed.

"Oh... Well, anyway. I put the DVD into a pouch and stuck it in the album. Now we only need a picture..."

"Okay. Stand in the middle of the room, please. The most light is there."
She walked into the middle of the room and pulled her top up, just below her bra. I took the picture.

"Done."

"Thanks." We plugged the camera into the printer and printed it out. We slotted the picture into the picture gap.

"Perfect. Now, all I need to do is measure you." I collected the tape measurer and walked over to Emma. I reached around her body to place the tape. I recorded the measurement down.

Month One. 122 lbs.