A/N: Hi guys, just an update on this story: it's not going to be in time order anymore. There will be some jumping back and forth but I'll try to be as clear as I can. Hope you enjoy and please review. x

It was a typical day with the family as we all piled into the van. The kids chattered away as Will flicked through our CDs, laughing as he pulled out a top 90s mix.

"They're classics," I scrunched my face at him. He rested his hand on my knee and squeezed as he put the CD into the player. Hit Me Baby One More Time came on and to my horror and delight, Will started singing as loudly as he could. The kids giggled and encouraged him. Olivia even clapped her hands to the beat. I laughed the entire song until Will jumped up an octave for the ending. As we pulled into the parking bay, I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, still laughing.

"You're wonderful." He grinned at me, placing a hand on my cheek.

"So are you."

As per every Saturday, we went on our family shopping. Olivia insisted on sitting on her dad's lap despite my attempts to convince her to sit in the trolley but she was a three year old on a mission. As to be expected, the first thing on her mind was candy.

"Daddy, do you want candy? I sure do want candy..." her little sing song voice made me smile. Until we passed the junk food aisle. And then it most certainly did not make me smile.

"But Daddy, I want candy!" Olivia cried out, yanking Will's shirt. Noah mumbled in agreement.

"Ollie, you can't have candy every time you come to the supe-" Will's voice cut through mine as Will reached for Olivia's hand to help her off of his chair.

"You choose any candy you like Ollie. You too Noah, one each." The children ran off happily giggling and I smacked Will on the shoulder.

Will looked up at me, raising a mischievous eyebrow. "What? They're cute." I laughed despite myself as Will raised his arm shakily and pulled my face to him. I happily obliged, kissing him.

"I love you," I whispered and he kissed me again, this time harder.

"Mummy, Daddy, stop it!" Noah cried as he returned, covering his eyes. I giggled through Will's lips and leaned down to look at the seven year old.

"Are we embarrassing you?" I questioned, prodding his sides until he burst into giggles.

Olivia returned with her golden pigtails and about five candies too many - Will didn't even question this, let alone the jumbo sized lolly pop she'd managed to get her hands on. I didn't bother complaining as we strolled through the supermarket and marked each item off the shopping list Noah had written for me in bright red texta.

It had been a lazy Tuesday when Will brought up the idea of moving. He wasn't ambitious in his proposal, not pushing his luck in trying to convince me to move country. And I supposed it was a fair idea. He did technically live with his parents at the well-ripe age of thirty seven. I leaned into his chest and pulled the sheets to my chin, humming.

"I guess it wouldn't be... the most terrible idea." I said at last. His face visibly lit up.

"Oh, it will be great, Clark! We can have everything we've ever dreamed of." I thought about it: what did Will dream of? A pool, pets, kids? I traced shapes on the sheets and finally, rolled over to face him.

"What have we dreamed of?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled at me, sighing as he leaned into the pillows.

"Imagine a house. Two-storey high, decorated to our heart's content. There's a TV in the living room that's bigger than our bed and a sound system that makes you feel like you're in the movie. The kitchen has the most expensive furnishings we could find and - oh, we have a pool! Not for me," he added, winking. "Just for you and your bikinis. And our bedroom will have a lock on the door and light blocking curtains. We'll have a room each for our kids and a room for our pet cats. And a fence so our cats and babies don't get out."

I laughed hysterically, propping myself up to kiss Will's cheek. "How materialistic."

Will laughed too. "Didn't you hear the part about babies and cats?"

"You mean dogs, right?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. Will gave me an expression that told me he clearly did not mean dogs. "So, how many babies should I expect?"

Will was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed in concentration. "I think two. A boy and a girl. A boy first so he can look after our princess. But if anymore come along... well, we'll happily take them." He shot me a wink and I laughed. I could imagine our life with our two kids - laughter and excitement and school and homework. I wanted my kids to dream.

It was a bad morning in our new house. Our new, white as white can be toilet, copped quite the blow from me all morning. No foods stayed down and even water made me nauseous. I laid on the sofa, wondering if this would be how I would die. Via vomiting. Will was worried, refusing to leave my side as I went between sleeping and puking. He offered me food and drinks and towels despite knowing how limited use he had of his fingers. It was sweet because I had no doubt that Will would have found a way.

It was a strange few days because I was fine by the time lunch came around. And then I'd wake up the next day with the same problem, unable to leave the sofa without emptying my dinner from the night before. Nathan's daily check ups became more focused on me as this went on every day for a week.

"You know Lou," he said from outside the toilet door as I crawled against the toilet. "If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's a duck." I didn't have the patience for Nathan's games.

"What are you on about?" I growled at him through the door. He laughed - I wanted to punch him but I was unable to control my legs at the moment.

"I think you're experiencing morning sickness."

"Well yes, it is sickness in the morning. Thanks for the expertise Nathan," I grumbled, waiting for my stomach to stop turning.

"No, no... Lou, I mean pregnancy morning sickness." My head shot up as I realised that without a doubt, I had missed two periods. I hadn't thought about it for a second. It had been a luxurious two months without sanitary products and cramps. And now I knew why.

I flushed the toilet and opened the door to meet Nathan's amused face. "I'm pregnant?" I practically croaked the words.

"I've suspected since the third day." He pulled out a pregnancy test box from his bag and squeezed my arm before leaving to help Will out of bed.

Five minutes later, it was confirmed. I was pregnant.

I didn't tell Will or even confirm Nathan's suspicions. I was shocked. Obviously I knew how it had happened but... well, how had it happened? We weren't overly careful but the likelihood of pregnancy had seemed so minimal when Will had been terrified he couldn't even produce sperm anymore. It took me a couple of days to process the information and a couple more days to build up the nerve to tell Will. I was shocked by the news but I was excited. More than excited, I was delighted. I couldn't wait to raise a baby with Will, to get our love with another little person. I told Will five days after I found out myself.

Will had been having a rough day with pain limiting him to the bed for the day. I brought him his meals and drinks, thanking god for a morning sickness free day. And then I laid with him, caressing his cheek as he leaned into my hand.

"How are you feeling?" I asked softly. He grumbled something along the lines of 'shit' in response and I chuckled despite myself, leaning closer to his face. "Will, I have some news that may or may not change that."

Will opened his eyes immediately, the intensity of his blue eyes burning through me. "What's wrong?"

I was going to take my time to tell him, to crack a joke maybe... but no, I couldn't keep it in. "I'm pregnant."

Will's mouth dropped and he stopped blinking for a little longer than expected. "Are you sure?"

"Peed on a stick and all."

"Oh my god," he whispered. "We're going to have a baby?"

"We're going to have a baby!" We laughed together and then I cried which made Will laugh more.

"I love you," he told me, kissing my nose. I snuggled up to his chin and grinned.

"I love you too."

It was midnight. I was tired and withdrawn and staring at the stars from the balcony in our home, waiting for Olivia's next feeding in an hour. Sleep did not come easily to new mothers. I heard the buzz of Will's chair and turned with my cup of coffee in hand and smiled tiredly.

"Hey, handsome." In all honesty, we both looked like a mess. Will's hair stuck up in directions that defied gravity and his shirt had stains that probably weren't food related. As for me, I'd looked into a mirror and practically had a mental break down due to the bags under my eyes and a gray hair I'd found. I warned Will never to mention it again.

"Hey, gorgeous." He wheeled himself beside me and I poured him a mug of coffee. We watched the stars together in silence, sipping our coffee and thinking about our lives and how simple life had been just five years ago. I preferred it this way.

"Our first date in years," I laughed. He reached for my hand and kissed it.

"You have given me everything I could possibly have hoped for, Clark. I don't know where I'd be without you." The honesty and love in his eyes was overwhelming. I felt tears slide down my cheek.

"Is parenthood a big enough adventure to compare with your old life?" I asked, hastily wiping away the evidence of my tears.

Will laughed as he watched me, squeezing my hand. "Parenthood - hell, adulthood and loving you, has turned out to be the biggest adventure I've ever been on. What a thrill it has been to be married to you."

"You're my best friend, Will. I'm so glad you stayed with me." He kissed me and wiped an escaped tear away.

"I'm glad I stayed too." And our date continued less dramatically, just two best friends who were in love with each other, staring at the stars.