One Month Later. Month 5. 150lbs.

Emma's POV:

"Eurgh." I groaned. Ever since the baby started kicking last month, it just wouldn't stop.

"Belly rub?" Will asked.

"Yes, please." He crouched beside me and started massaging the bump. He placed his cheek onto the bump and at the next kick, he stood up. He rubbed his cheek.

"Ow." I giggled.

"Hurts, doesn't it?!"

"It doesn't hurt as much as it hurts you, sweetie. If I could, I would swap with you for the next 4 months." I smiled at him.

"You would want to be a woman for 4 months, carrying a baby? Will, women are supposed to be the pregnant ones because we are stronger!" I poked my tongue out at him.

"If you weren't so heavily pregnant right now, you would be lying on your stomach while I tickled the death out of you!" He gently tickled my ribs.

"Ow. Will. Pl-please stop! Stop it! Please! Stop!" I laughed while I rubbed my ribs.

"Ah, but have you learnt your lesson or shall the tickle monster be brought out?"

"You are such a kid." I laughed then walked into the kitchen. I made Will and I a cup of tea then went to sit back down on the sofa.

"So, what lessons do you have planned for when we go back, in two days?" I asked Will.

"Thanks, baby. And nothing much, just stuff. And, once again, you aren't going back!"

"Yes, I am, Will. I told you that I have decided I'm not taking my maternity leave until 2 weeks before the due date! I'm not discussing this! AGAIN!" I huffed.

"Okay, okay. Anything you say. But if the baby drops when you are walking through the corridors..."

"Will." I cocked my eyebrows up.

"Sorry." He placed his hand around my shoulder and shuffled closer to me. He kissed my neck.
"I. Love. You. So. Much." He said each word between breaths.

"I love you too but I am far too tired at the moment to be doing this."

"It's only 7 o'clock?"

"I have to carry this little munchkin around for a whole day for 9 months! Give me a break! They constantly push on my bowels and you know how I don't like using the school toilets!"

"Don't go back then!"

"Tough. I'm going. And I'm going to bed, so night. Love you lots, sweetie."

"Love you too." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
I waddled up the stairs and got changed into my pyjamas. I lied on the bed but I couldn't get comfortable. I couldn't lie on my front, so that was out of the question. Lying on my sides hurt my ribs and lying on my back was just plain uncomfortable.
I heard Will get into bed a few hours later.

"Em, you still awake?" He whispered.

"Yep, unfortunately."
He rolled over so his face was next to mine.

"Cuddle me?" He said.

"I can't lay on my sides, Will."

"Here." He placed a cushion under my ribs and it was no longer painful to sleep on my sides.

"Thank you."

"It's okay. So, where's that cuddle?" I wrapped my arms around him and I got as close to him as I could, with the bump being in the way.

"I can't wait to get this thing out of me!"

"Neither can I. One, we will be a happy family. Two, I can cuddle you properly. And three, we can get back to our 'shenanigans'." He winked at me. I playfully slapped his arm and he laughed.

"I miss my skinny body. I miss my clothes."

"Don't worry, you will get them back, shortly!"

"I know but I just want to see the little monkey, now!"

"Me too." He cupped my face and kissed my lips. Passionately. We only came up when we needed to breathe.
We eventually fell asleep, in each others arms.
When I woke up, I found Will staring at me, smiling.

"Did I ever tell you that you're a beautiful sleeper?"

"Did I ever tell you that you're a pervert!"

"How am I?"

"You watch me when I sleep?!"

"And?... I've seen you before... In many different ways... You're my fiancée and baby carrier... Can I not stare at you anymore?"

"Ohhhh, shhh!" I grinned at him.
"Come on, let's get up." I sat up in bed and wiped my eyes. Will rushed out of bed and made his way to my side of the bed and helped me stand up.

"For madam." He bowed.

"Thank you, sir. But I am afraid I can still stand up without assistance!"

"Okay, well. If you ever need help just call me." He nodded.

"I do that anyway. You're my knight in shining armour!" He kissed me on the nose.

"And you're my damsel in distress and I can save you whenever you want." He grabbed my hand and walked downstairs.
"I need to finish off my planning for tomorrow. Have you finished your pamphlets, sweetie?"

"Ummm, yeah."

"Have you picked out what you're going to wear?"

"Yep. My top with 'Hands Off The Bump' and handprints, talking to you, obviously! And some tracksuit bottoms. Gosh, I've gone Sue Sylvester style." He chuckled at my comment.

"I'm so glad she quit." He wrapped his arms around my stomach.

"Me too. At least I will feel a bit safer!"

"How's the scar?" He ran his hand over the cut from the operation on my stomach. I flinched.

"A little tender, but okay."

"Sorry. What about your arm?"

"It's okay, get's a little stiff at times, but okay."

"That's good."He kissed the back of my neck then sat down to carry on with his teacher planning.

"Will, can ask you for a favour?"

"Anything for my Cinderella."

"When the baby is born, do you- do you think we could, maybe, have another child? You know, after a few years. It's fine if you don't, it's just I've really enjoyed this experience, and sharing it with you has made it so much better. So, what do you say?" His face lit up.

"Will that be cutting our 'shenanigan' time out, again?" He winked.

"Well... That depends... And we will have to do lots of 'shenanigan's' to get there, again." I winked back.

"Hmmmmmmm... Mission accepted."