One Month Later. Month 7. 164lbs. Weight gain so far: 42lbs.
Emma's POV:
It was now Month 7 and my bump was still, definitely, growing. I'm still getting people come into my office wishing us luck and congratulating us.
Me and Will have been helping each other at work and we have been getting things done quicker than normal.
It was the week of the 7th ultrasound and I was starting to get worried. Will had weighed me and I had gained more than the average woman during her pregnancy. I asked the Doctor, during the ultrasound, if anything was wrong.
"Excuse me, Doctor?"
"Yes, Emma." He replied while scribbling down notes in his book.
"Is the baby okay?"
"It's fine, why would you think that it's not?" He questioned.
"I've gained more weight than expected. I don't want my baby to come out with a deadly problem!"
"I can assure you that your baby is fine. Women tend to gain different amounts of weight during their pregnancy. This is because of their body shape. Your body shape is fairly different to other women, therefore, your weight would vary." He smiled at us.
"Okay, thank you."
"It's okay. Here." He handed me the ultrasound video and cleaned the jelly off of my bump. We got up and walked to the car.
"You okay?" Will asked.
"Yeah. Alright, I suppose."
"What's up?" He looked slightly worried.
"My feet kill. I am so thirsty and hungry and oh yeah, I want our baby out, now!" Will chuckled.
"What's so funny then, Mister?"
"You asked me if we could have another child last month, remember?"
"I must of been high on those hospital drugs." He laughed, again.
"Sure you were! Now come on, shuffle your bum into the car. I need the toilet, desperately!"
"You need the toilet? I need the toilet practically every 10 minutes!"
"I know, baby. You just need to be patient with the little munchkin!" He kissed me on the forehead, then we drove off. We arrived home shortly and started on the photo album.
"Will?"
"Yes, my Cinderella." He called from the kitchen.
"Do you think we could watch through all of the ultrasound videos, now?"
"Yeah, sure. Let's see our little munchkin grow!" He grinned at me. He placed the DVD in the DVD player. He came to sit beside me. We sat watching our little dot grow to a, nearly, fully developed baby. It shocked me to think that this was all happening inside of me. And so fast. The days have dragged on a bit, but, to be honest, it hasn't felt that long since I told Will about it.
I picked his hand up and placed it on my bump while the baby was still kicking. He started rubbing my belly. Recently, Will has also been rubbing stretch mark oil into the bump to reduce the scars when the baby does, eventually, arrive.
We finished watching the videos and I turned to Will to find tears in his eyes.
"Will? What's up?" He burst into tears.
"I-I love you so much and we're starting a family in no less than 2 months and it's-it's wonderful! I promise you I will be a wonderful husband and dad to our child. We're going to be so happy together, Emma. Please don't ever leave me!" He was on his knees in front of me and his head was resting on the bump.
"What do you mean 'leave you'? I will never leave you! I told you that the day you proposed to me! I also told you that the only baby I would have with you would be real! And here we are! 'I will' is false, Will. You already ARE a wonderful husband and dad!"
"But-but, we're not married?"
"I don't care. I don't care if we are friends, best friends, boyfriend and girlfriend, fiancé's or husband and wife. You are mine and that's all I care about. I love you, Will Schuester. So much."
"I-I love you too." He stood up and so did I. I reached my arms around his neck and he rested his arms on my hips. We snuggled as close as we could and we kissed. We didn't break the kiss until we needed to breathe. He rested his forehead against mine.
"You've asked for a few favours off of me, so now it's my turn, right?" He started rubbing my back.
"Right." I replied.
"So, I want you to promise me that, when the baby is born, okay? If we have any arguments of any sort, not that I want to, and we, erm, we split... Again, not that I want to... Promise me that I still get to see the baby?" I stepped back out of his grasp and pushed my fringe out of my face. My eyes grew wide.
"Are-are you saying that you're going to split up from me when I give birth?" My bottom lip started trembling.
"No! No of course not! Why would I do that!? No! All I want to know is that in an event of that happening, can I visit, like, on weekends to see him/her? Please?" He pleaded.
"Well, here's one thing. I'm never going to let you go, whether you like it or not, okay? And secondly. No. You can not visit them."
"No?" His face dropped.
"No." I repeated.
"Wh-why not? Why can't I see my child if we split?"
"Because even if we do argue and 'split', it wouldn't last very long, would it? And I'm telling you this now, we will still be living here, together."
"Promise?"
"I promise. And you know I don't break my promises."
