One Month Later. Month 6. 157lbs.

Will's POV:

Emma and I were now back at school and we have had no difficulties. Sue quite, as she said, and Roz Washington has taken her place. Emma is still getting bigger and she has gained 35lbs. She was 5lbs of the expected weight gain so we shouldn't see much more growing. She was getting more tired and more restless at night so I now sleep on an extra mattress on the floor, beside her.
Emma hasn't been getting many appointments so she tends to come to Glee everyday now and the kids swoon over how big she is getting.
I was sat on the piano chair while the kids were gathered round Emma.

"Miss P! You're getting bigger every time we see you!" Said Rachel.

"Is that an insult?" She replied.

"No! No, of course it isn't! I'm just saying how wonderfully pretty you look!"

"Awh, thank you, Rachel!"
I nudged Rachel in the back and whispered in her ear.

"Nice save." She nodded at me then returned to her place in the circle.

"Ooh." Emma said. He protective hand made it's way to it's usual place on her stomach.

"What's up?" Asked Sam.

"Oh, nothing. The baby just kicked, that's all. Ooh. And again. They obviously know we're talking about them!" A few kids chuckled.

"Right, let's hear your songs from this week's assignment, 'Ladies Of The 80's!'" I told them. Santana, Brittany and Quinn stepped up first. A few other Cheerio's made their way into the choir room.

"Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind! Hey Mickey!"
The Cheerio's made a perfect dance routine to go along with the 1982 hit.

"Well done, girls. That was brilliant."

"Thanks, sir." They all said in unison.

"That's okay." The hand hit 4:30pm and it was time to go home.
"End of Glee, kids. See you tomorrow. Remember it's all day practise tomorrow! Be here first thing!"

"Is Miss P coming?" Asked Tina. We all looked over to Emma.

"I've got no appointments so if that's okay with Mr Schue?" She smiled at me.

"Yeah, that's fine! You don't need to ask, you are as welcome here, as you are in your office!" The children cheered.

"Okay, thank you. See you tomorrow, kids." She replied.

"Bye Miss! Bye Sir!" They walked out and I started to pack up. Emma came up behind me and gave me a kiss.

"I love you, so much."

"I love you too but what was this for?"

"I'm very hormonal, Will and if you haven't realised, I've had to sit on my hands to not fulfil my desire to rip your clothes off."

"Are you being serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"No. Wow, Em. I thought you, you know, didn't want to have 'shenanigan's' while you are like this?"

"As I said. I'm hormonal and these desires are fluctuating. Please can we go home before you have no clothes?" I laughed.

"Okay, let's go." Emma clasped her hands together the whole car journey. I often found her staring at me.
"And you call me the pervert for staring at you when you sleep!?" I chuckled, again.

"Please don't joke about this, now. This is a serious matter!" I carried on chuckling. She slapped me on the arm.

"Ow! Okay! Okay! I'll stop!" We reached home and we got out of the car. We unlocked the door and Emma walked upstairs.
"I'll be up in a minute?" I called after her.

"Okay. Hurry, please." I put our bags down and made my way upstairs. As soon as I walked into the bedroom, Emma pushed me to the wall.

"Wow. You are so strong." I smiled at her. She kissed me. She started unbuttoning my shirt and fully undressed me. I laid her on the bed gently.
"Is-is this okay?" I asked her as she laid beneath me.

"Uh huh."
We went through the process again and after 10 minutes, she was worn out.
"I'm sorry. I'm just not as energetic as I was 6 months ago!" She breathed heavily.

"It's okay! Just try to calm your breathing down before you have a panic attack! Through your nose, out your mouth. There we go." Her breathing steadied as we lied on the bed.

"Thanks for that, Will. I didn't think that you would actually go through with it."

"I've said it before, I'll say it again. I'd do anything for you." She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"It's 5pm. Shall we go downstairs and prepare dinner?" I asked.

"Hmm, okay." We stood back up and threw some clothes on. We walked downstairs and I started preparing our dinner while Emma was watching telly. I sat beside her while the food was in the oven. "Will?"

"Yes, Em?"

"When the baby is born, can you be there? I mean, there, there. Not in the waiting room."

"Of course, sweetie."

"Thank you, I love you." She placed a delicate kiss on my cheek.

"I love you too!"
I got up to sort the dinner out and called Emma to tell her to come and sit down. She sat opposite me at the table and picked her knife and fork up.

"Thanks. It smells lovely."

"It's okay." We sat eating our dinner in, sort of, silence. Occasionally making small chit-chat and sipping form our drink.

"So," Emma said as we finished our meal, "I was thinking that once the baby has turned 8 months, I'm going to go back to school."

"Oh, yeah? Where are we going to leave the baby?" I questioned.

"They have small nursery at McKinley. Our child could stay there while you have classes and I have appointments. If we have some spare time, we could take them to the staff room to feed them or just play with them. It's also a great way for them to make friends."

"That's a wonderful idea, Ems."

"I know right! And I was also thinking that on Saturdays, we could, maybe, take them to the park or the beach or something?"

"That would be fabulous." I took our plates back to the sink and washed up.

"I can't wait until we get to be a proper family!" Exclaimed Emma.

"Neither can I."