Chapter 1

Anxiety pulsed through Rachel's veins, as she glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time. Her hands trembled slightly as she tapped her fingers against the counter. She inhaled deeply, taking in the rich aroma of tomato sauce- her husband's favorite meal.

The knob on the front door rattled before it opened with a click. Finn stepped inside the house, closing the door behind him. He opened the closet and hung up his jacket. "It smells delicious in here."

A white, black, and grey Border collie mix scampered into the living room to greet Finn. Finn kneeled down to scruff the dog's fur. "Hey Faith."

"Rachel?" Finn called out, starting for the kitchen.

"In the kitchen." Rachel called back.

Finn strolled into the kitchen, a smile stretching upon his lips as his eyes landed on his wife. "Hi beautiful."

"Hi." She returned the smile as she placed a bowl of spaghetti on the kitchen table.

Finn pulled her into his arms, resting his hands on her hips and leaning down to lean his lips upon hers. "Did you make spaghetti?"

"I did." She nodded. "It's ready."

"Where are the kids?" Finn asked, noticing only two place settings on the table.

"Lily is with Joey and Liam is at Andrew's with a bunch of the guys. Apparently some new video game came out today."

Finn nodded. "That's right. He told me last night they were going after school to wait on line for it."

Rachel grabbed an envelope off the kitchen counter and handed it to her husband. "This is for you."

Finn burrowed his eyebrows as he examined the envelope in his hands. "Did I forget some kind of occasion?"

"No." Rachel giggled. "Just open it."

Finn tore open the envelope to fine a homemade card with Rachel's neat writing on the front: To my amazing husband. Finn opened the card to find a picture of a baby sonogram glued to the inside. Finn froze as his mind struggled to process the card. He peeled his eyes away from the picture to read the words beneath it. I'm pregnant!

"Y-you're pregnant?" He asked, trying to conceal his excitement. He couldn't get excited. Not yet; it was too soon. He and Rachel had been trying for a baby for five years. They tried multiple forms of infertility treatment, which had gotten them pregnant four times, but each time Rachel miscarried within the first nine weeks.

"I'm pregnant and I'm passed my first trimester." Rachel pulled off her apron to reveal the small bump prominent in her fitted shirt.

A wide grin found Finn's lips. This made sense; Rachel had been wearing baggier clothes, hadn't been changing in front of Finn for a few weeks, and had a slight glow to her face. "You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant." Rachel laughed. "Fourteen weeks today."

Finn filled the gap between them, pulling Rachel into his arms. He lifted her up and spun her around before bringing her down for a kiss. "We're having a baby!"

"We're having a baby." Rachel repeated with a smile.

Finn kneeled down and pressed his hands to Rachel's small bump. He pressed a gentle kiss to her shirt. "Hi baby, you better be good for Mommy and stay strong and healthy in there."

Rachel felt her heart swell. "We should eat before the food gets cold."

Finn nodded, taking a seat across from Rachel. "Do the kids know?"

Rachel shook her head, giving Finn a scoop of spaghetti. "No, you are the first to know besides my doctor."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Finn asked, putting a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth. He knew she must have been a nervous-wreck since she found out.

"When I found out I was pregnant, I wasn't even excited. The first thing I thought was how long till I miscarry. Every day I just kept waiting to feel a sharp pain and find blood. When I got to the eight week I was so scared and I made the first doctor appointment. She said everything looked good, but I wasn't convinced since we've heard that before. I went back on week twelve and that's when I got this. She said everything looks good again and that I'm reaching the end of the first trimester which is when miscarriage usually happens. Once you hit week thirteen it's called the safe zone. I just…I couldn't put you through another miscarriage again; another getting excited and planning a baby and then losing it. But I'm fourteen weeks today and we've never gotten this far. I'm still nervous and waiting for something to happen, but I really think we're going to have this baby."

Finn reached across the table to take Rachel's hand in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze and offered her a loving smile. "We're going to have this baby."

"When should we tell the kids?"

"Tonight?" Finn suggested.

"Liam said he would be home by nine. Lily…" Rachel was interjected by the sound of the front door slamming shut. "Liam? Lily?"

"It's me." Lily shouted from the front door, wiping at the tears on her cheeks.

Rachel exchanged worried glances with her husband. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." Lily replied unconvincingly.

Rachel stood, quickly grabbing her apron and wrapping it around her as she walked into the living room. Lily paused in her tracks, staring at her mother. Her brown eyes were red and blotchy, her cheeks dampened with tears. Her lower lips trembled slightly.

Rachel walked to her daughter and embraced her into a hug. Lily leaned into her mother's shoulder, erupting into sobs. "What happened?"

"I had a fight with Joey." She choked out.

Rachel gently stroked her daughter's long, dark curls. "Did you guys break up?"

"I don't think so, but we're not exactly talking."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Rachel asked softly. Lily and Joey had been fighting a lot the past few months, but Lily had never come home this upset.

"I…I don't want to talk about it." Lily sniffled.

Rachel pursed her lips, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Lily was normally so open with Rachel, but she had become closed off when it came to Joey. "You know I'm always here to talk no matter what it is. Even if you're in trouble, I will help you and I will never judge you. I will love you no matter what happens. You know that."

"I know. I just…I don't want to talk right now."

Rachel nodded. She didn't want to push her daughter.

Finn walked into the living room, worry forming in his stomach when he saw his daughter crying in Rachel's arms. "Hey, what happened?"

"Fight with Joey." Rachel said, sending her husband concerned eyes. She was beginning to think Joey was bad for Lily.

"Do you want me to go beat him up?" Finn offered half-heartedly.

Lily lifted her head from her mother's shoulder. A small smile appeared on her lips, but it faded as quickly as it came. "No. I'm just going to go upstairs and do some homework."

Rachel pressed a kiss to Lily's forehead. "Okay, if you feel like talking come find me. I love you."

"Love you too." She whispered before starting for the stairs. She turned to Finn once she heard the door close upstairs. "Maybe we shouldn't tell them tonight."


"Let's try tomorrow." Rachel agreed. "Let's hold off from telling anyone else until we tell the kids."

"Okay." He agreed. "Should we be worried about Lily?"

"I just wish she would talk to me." Rachel said, walking back to the kitchen with Finn behind her.

"Hopefully this new one is a boy." Finn joked.

Rachel giggled, moving her hand to her bump. She didn't care what the gender of the baby was, just as long as it was healthy.

Thanks for reading! I've finally posted Chapter 1! It took me a little while to get it started (I hate writer's block) but I have finally got the story going. This isn't my favorite chapter, but there are plenty more to come. This takes place fifteen years after Turning Tables. I hope you enjoy!