Emma's POV:
I looked down and there was a puddle of water at the bottom of my feet.
"Now?" Will gasped.
"Yes, Will! NOW!" I gave him a worried expression.
"But-but you're only 8 months gone!?" Will shared the same shocked expression as me.
"I know, just get me to the hospital!"
The kids just stood there gawping. Quinn rushed over to me.
"Alright, Miss P. I'll help you, okay?" I gave her a short nod. She clamped my hand as I breathed heavily.
"Okay, right, breath in your nose, out your mouth." I done as she instructed as Will dialled 999.
"Breath..."
"I AM BREATHING!" I shouted at Quinn. The kids gasped.
"Gosh, Quinn, I am so sorry! It's the hormones!" She gave me a polite smile.
"It's okay, I've been in this situation and I'm going to help you through yours!"
Will got off of the phone.
"Erm, they-they said that they want you at the front of the school, if you can get there, so that it would be easier." Will's face had drained all of it's colour out, by now. He was as pale as a white sheet.
"How the heck am I supposed to get out there!?" I screamed.
"I can't carry you, and you can't walk. Oh, God. It's going to have to be here!"
"I am NOT giving birth to my child in a choir room in front of 13 children, Will!" A few kids sniggered.
"Finn, help me up." Arty announced. I screamed in pain, as another contraction hit me.
"Why? What are you doing?" Finn asked, as he lifted Arty up.
"I'm letting Miss P use my wheelchair to get to the front doors."
I looked at Arty.
"Are-are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, go. Now. You've got a baby to deliver." He smiled.
"Thank you so much, Arty!"
They wheeled the chair closer to me so I could get into it, then Will wheeled me down the corridor, as Quinn ran beside us.
"YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST, WILL! SLOW DOWN!" I screamed at him.
"Sorry!" He shouted back. I held my stomach.
"Does it hurt much more?" I said to Quinn.
"A lot!" She said back.
My face dropped.
"I hate you for doing this to me, Will! I hate you!" Quinn laughed. We arrived at the front doors and the ambulance was already there. The paramedics lifted me into the ambulance and placed me on the bed. They attached many machines to me. Will sat beside me and held my hand.
"It's time. We're finally going to be a family." He grinned at me and kissed my hand.
"I know." I smiled back. Quinn sat watching our little moment and smiled. The sirens were going off so we arrived at the hospital, fairly quickly.
I got rushed into a private room and Quinn and Will followed me.
"Er, Quinn? I don't think this is suitable for a student of ours, to view?"
"She's staying. She knows what I'm going through and she can help. If she wants, that is?" She nodded.
They laid me on another bed.
"What pain relief were you hoping for, Miss Pillsbury?"
"An epidural, but I'm taking it that's not happening, anymore?" I sobbed.
"I'm afraid not. We can only give you gas and air, now." I screamed and clenched the bump.
"Ems, why are you crying?" Will asked.
"It's the hormones, Will. You wouldn't understand."
Will looked worried and Quinn grabbed his hand. The Doctors left the room to get suited up.
"Where did they go?" Will asked.
"To get ready, calm down, Will! You're more worried than me!" I replied.
The Doctors walked back in, in their scrubs.
"You ready?" Asked one Doctor.
"As I'll ever be." I replied. I was taking regular breaths of the gas and air.
Will came round to the other side of me and grasped my hand, while Quinn done the same on the other side. The Doctors were barking orders at me.
"Now, Emma!" They exclaimed as another contraction shook my body. I done as the Doctors instructed.
"Come on, Miss P. You've nearly done it!" Shouted Quinn.
"Come on, Ems." Said Will, as he clenched my hand even more than I was doing so to his or Quinn's. I took another breath of the gas and air.
"It hurts, so much." I sobbed.
"I know, baby. I know. You just need to push through it." A few Doctors and Nurses laughed while I gave him a scowl.
"No pun intended." He carried on. Will wiped my forehead free from sweat with a towel. At this precise moment, I forgot about my OCD. I forgot about the germs, the mess and everything else. All I was focused on was this baby and the world I was about to bring them into. I took another breath of gas and air as another contraction attacked me.
"One more push, Emma. Come on, you can do it." A few Nurses and Doctors said to me. The last contraction came, and I pushed. The sound of crying filled the air and my eyes released a waterfall of tears.
"Congratulations, Emma. It's a boy." The Doctor said as they cut the umbilical cord. Will grinned at me.
"A boy, a baby boy!" Will exclaimed. He bear hugged me and gave me a kiss. The Nurses carried our baby boy to the scales to weigh him and wrap him in a towel.
"What are you going to call him?" Quinn asked as a Nurse brought the baby over. She placed the baby in my arms. I cradled the little boy, OUR little boy, as I looked up at Will and nodded.
"Jonathan." Said Will. I smiled.
"Johnny, for short." I stroked Jonathan's nose. All of a sudden, another sharp pain shot across my body. The Nurses took Johnny away as they checked me over. They felt my stomach. A few looked concerned and they went to collect the Doctor.
"Will? What's happening to me?" I questioned Will, with a fear I have never experienced before.
"I-I don't know, honey. It will be okay, I promise." He rubbed my arm, up and down. I looked over to Quinn to try and find out but she just shrugged her shoulders, as well. My fear was building when, suddenly, the Doctor walked back in. The Doctor pushed down on my stomach, and I winced. The Doctor grinned.
"Congratulations, you're having twins."
