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Emma's POV:
We arrived at the hospital and we walked up to the receptionist.
"Erm, I'm looking for a, erm, Rusty Pillsbury, he's my father."
"Floor B, Room 203."
"Thank you."
I was shaking. Will took my hand and squeezed it as we walked to the room where my dad was resting. I knocked quietly on the door and walked in.
"Hey, daddy. It's me, Emma. I brought Will along, as well."
He looked up at me and smiled.
"Hello, pumpkin. How are you?" His voice was hoarse and he sounded in pain.
"I'm fine, daddy. It should be me asking you that question!"
He managed a quiet chuckle.
"Where's mum, anyway?" She was no where in sight.
"She's gone to get a coffee."
"Okay. So, what have you been diagnosed with?" I was worried. Terrified even.
"I have a, um, chest infection. It's apparently really bad."
"Have you been given anything?"
"Oh, drugs, drugs and more drugs." He rolled his eyes.
Mum walked into the room.
"Oh! It's my little Emma! And her curly haired boyfriend." Her face dropped at the sight of Will.
"Hey, Miss Pillsbury."He smirked to me.
"Fiancé, actually. And I'm not little anymore!"
"Okay! Fiancé! And, well, no not really. That baby isn't doing anything for your figure, Emma, darling."
I cautiously looked down at my stomach and blushed.
"How is the baby, pumpkin?" My dad said.
"Oh, it's fine, thanks."
He nodded.
"Well, I, erm, better be off. I've got some paperwork to do. I'll visit soon, okay? Get better soon, daddy. Love you."
I leant over to give him a peck on the forehead, then the same to my mum.
"Bye, sweetie." They said in unison.
We walked back out to the car.
"Well, I'm glad it isn't as bad as I thought it was. Why were you so quiet?"
""I just felt a bit awkward. You know, since that dinner, where I called them racist and everything."
"You shouldn't feel awkward around them, I know they are weird and say some horrible things about me and our baby, but we need to get over that. They are my parents after all and, going to be, your in-laws."
"Okay."
We arrived home and I sat on the sofa.
"I'm just popping out to go food shopping, I'll see you later. Love you."
"Love you too, Will. See you later."
I went upstairs to change into some tracksuit bottoms and a plain t-shirt. I messily tied my hair back and I went downstairs to grab a jar of peanut butter out of the cupboard. Will really was being so sweet about my... situation. He has stacked up on peanut butter, oh how I love that stuff right now. He has also gone shopping for baby clothes and furniture already. He even read through all of the baby books I had brought. He's been giving me massages and he has just been, overall, lovely. I couldn't of picked anyone better to live my life with and have children with. I was halfway through my jar of peanut butter when, all of a sudden, the door bell went off. I jumped out of my skin. I put the jar down and made my way to the door. I opened the door to find Mr and Mrs Schuester standing there. I had never met Will's parents before but he had told them about getting married and having a baby.
"Hi! You must be Emma?" Mrs Schuester questioned.
"Er, yes. Hi, hello. Come in." I opened the door wider for them to come in and motioned for them to sit on the sofa.
"I can see what Will meant by telling us that you are very pretty. I am so glad he ditched that Terri woman, I didn't like her one bit." I smiled at her.
"Will told you I was pretty?"
"More than that, sweetie. He adores you! When he told us about you two having a child together, he was so overwhelmed he couldn't speak properly! You're not lying like Terri, are you? If you are, you will break his heart. He loves you more than anything. Even before he split with Terri, he was telling us all this wonderful stuff about you."
"I promise, Ms Schuester, that I'm not lying. I wouldn't ever lie to Will. I love him too much."
"Where is our William, anyway?" Mr Schuester asked.
"Oh, he's out food shopping at the minute. He should be back in about 20 minutes. Would you like a drink?"
"Oh, yes, please! It's been a hellish journey. The motorways were packed."
"Tea or coffee?" I asked.
"Tea, two sugars, please." They both said in unison.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
I rushed into the kitchen and turned the kettle on. I looked over to the Schuester's to find them looking at all of our photos. Even looking in the baby's photo album. I really didn't like this. Someone coming in and acting as if they actually know me. Calm down, Emma. Will, will be home shortly.
The kettle went off and I poured the water in. Then the milk and sugar. I took the teabag out and carried the cups to where they were sitting.
"Tea, two sugars."
"Thank you. So, how is the baby?" I blushed. They were talking to me as if I had known them for years, yet I had only known them for 10 minutes.
"It's-it's fine."
"How many months has it been?"
"Erm... 2 months."
"How have you been coping?"
"Fine, just fine."
"You wait until the 6/7th month." She chuckled.
"You look worried, dear. Sorry! I scared you!"
"Erm, it's-it's okay. Erm, I'll be two minutes."
I rushed upstairs to the bathroom and threw up. The sickness was supposed to end by the fourth month. I brushed my teeth and walked back downstairs.
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. Morning sickness is a horrible feeling." She smiled at me. I heard the lock turn and the door opened.
"Hey, honey. I've got you so-."
"Hey, son."
"Mum, dad? What are you doing here?" He looked at me puzzled.
"Yes, what ARE you doing here?" I muttered under my breath.
"We decided to stay a few days, if that's okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Is that okay, Em?"
"Er, yeah. That's fine. They can sleep in the spare room."
"Thank you."
"It's okay. Um, Will? Can I speak to you upstairs for a minute?"
"Erm, sure?"
We walked upstairs and shut the bedroom door behind us.
"What are they doing here!?" I whisper-shouted to him.
"I don't have a clue! What have they been saying to you?"
"That, um, you had told them, even before you split from Terri, that you thought I looked beautiful and that you couldn't breath when you told them about me being pregnant. They also looked through the baby album and all of our photo's..."
"Oh. Damn. You weren't supposed to know that..." He winked at me.
"What are we going to do, Will? We can't kick them out now!"
"We'll just have to try and cope with it."
"Make sure I take my meds so I don't go crazy and knife them." I winked at him then gave him a kiss.
"Come on, we can't hide in here forever."
We walked back downstairs to find them deep in conversation. Something about me being pregnant.
"Hey!" Shouted Will.
They turned to us and smiled.
"Hello, dear."
"How long were you planning on staying, mum?"
"Just a few days, why?"
He turned to smile at me and punched his fist in the air, without them seeing.
"Just wondered..."
"So... What's for dinner?"
