Author's Note: So originally I hadn't planned on writing anything else for this fic but I had some requests for more and one great suggestion for an epilogue (thanks, Marizza!). I was struck with this idea randomly and decided that I wanted to write an epilogue. This is pure, unadulterated fluff. For the first part of this, I watched this video on YouTube ( /watch?v=iCgDgJsTR_w ) for a little inspiration and ended up crying. Anyways, I hope you guys like this epilogue. It made me completely happy. Reviews are always wonderful.


Jesse and Rachel lay in bed, Jesse's ear pressed to Rachel's swollen belly as he gently rubbed it with his hand. "Hi baby, it's your dad," he whispered softly. "Your mom says that you know my voice and that when I sing to you, you calm down. And your mom isn't feeling too good right now, so I need you to stop moving around."

Rachel ran her hand through Jesse's hair slowly, mimicking the motions that he was doing on her stomach. It was moments like this that made Rachel love Jesse more than she ever thought possible.

Jesse kissed her stomach and started singing – Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart. Never to part, baby of mine. He ran his hand in a soothing circle over Rachel's round belly as he continued to sing.

Unbidden, tears began to well up in Rachel's eyes as she listened to her husband sing to their unborn child. How did she get so lucky? She'd just left her second successful production on Broadway four months ago so she could have their baby and Jesse was currently starring in a new musical that he'd originated the role for. And to top it all off, she and Jesse had been in a state of wedded bliss for the last four years and were now on the eve of having their own little family. Life didn't get better than this.

She looked down again and saw that Jesse was looking at her and smiling as he finished the song – But you're so precious to me. Cute as can be, baby of mine. Her heart skipped a beat with the way he was looking at her. He tenderly kissed her belly again before whispering "I love you" to it.

He moved up the bed so he was now hovering above her, his hands on either side of her body. "And I love you, Mrs. St. James," he said just before leaning down to kiss his wife. "Did it work at all?" he asked, pulling back a little.

"It did," she told him before reaching up and pulling him into another kiss. As Jesse pulled back once again, he placed a kiss on his wife's forehead before he laid down beside her and put his hand protectively on her stomach. Laying her hand on top of his and linking their fingers, she turned to look at him and asked, "Who do you think is more excited about this baby? My parents or your parents?"

Jesse sighed. "It's a toss up. What's crazy is that if you would've asked me on our road trip all those years ago if I would ever be able to patch up my relationship with my parents, I probably would've said no. Let alone if they would've been excited about having a grandchild."

"Maybe they see it as their chance to try to make up for the mistakes they made as parents with you," she offered, smiling warmly at him. "They've tried really hard these last few years to really be a part of your life. And to be supportive."

"Thanks to you," he told her, giving her hand a little squeeze.

"You needed your family," she explained.

"You are my family." With his free hand, he reached up and lightly caressed the side of her face.

"I know. I just wanted you to have a real relationship with your parents," she explained. "I'm glad they wanted it too."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself that very question every day," she teased.

He laughed softly. "I'm serious, Rachel."

Sighing, she scooted closer to him and ran her fingertips across his brow and down the side of his face. "We both got lucky when we were teenagers and found each other. We've been through a lot together, good and bad, but I wouldn't change a thing."

"Me either," he agreed, before placing a soft kiss on her lips.


Two weeks later, Jesse was at the theater getting ready for his show later on that evening, when the phone call came. "It's happening!" Rachel yelled into the phone.

"Oh my God! I'm on my way home," he replied excitedly, running around his dressing room and gathering his things.

"Jesse, my dads are taking me to the hospital. Meet us there," she attempted to calmly explain to him. He could hear her dad telling her to breath in the background and what sounded like car horns honking. He was so glad that they had decided to come and stay with Jesse and Rachel for just this very purpose. Before he could respond, she hung up on him.

"Alright then," he said, looking at his phone. He rushed to find the stage manager and told him that Rachel was in labor so they'd need to use his understudy tonight. The whole production had been aware that Jesse would need to leave unexpectedly any day now, so they were fully prepared. They'd even had a plan in place just in case Rachel had gone into labor during a performance. Jesse had told them that under no uncertain circumstances was he going to possibly miss the birth of his first child.

Slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder, he raced out the stage door to the street to hail a cab. Thirty minutes later he was in front of Mount Sinai Medical Center and rushing through the doors to the reception desk. Jesse really hated New York City traffic sometimes.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, my wife is in labor and I'm supposed to meet her here," he said, managing to keep calm. He knew he could be a bit overdramatic at times, he was an actor after all, but he didn't want to scare the poor woman.

She pointed him in the direction of the Women's Center and it took everything in Jesse not to go running down the hall. After a couple more stops, he found Rachel already in a room and waiting for the doctor. He ran over to her bedside and took her outstretched hand in his. Bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it, he lightly brushed some of her hair off her face. "Hi beautiful," he said softly as she smiled up at him.

"They just gave her the epidural a few minutes ago and they said it should start to kick in about ten minutes from now," Rachel's dad said.

"Can I get you anything? Do you want some ice chips?" he asked, wanting to do something for her.

"Please," she replied, quietly.

"Okay, I'll be right back," he told her and kissed her forehead before letting her hand go and walking out of the room with the cup on her bedside table. For the next two and a half hours he did whatever she wanted. Luckily, he'd read all of the books and knew that it was very possible for her to have some serious mood swings, which she did. One minute she wanted the TV on to distract her, a few minutes later it became too distracting. Or she wanted him to rub her lower back but then she didn't want him to touch her. He even made sure that they gave her another dose of epidural when she yelled at him that the pain was getting worse. If it wasn't so exhausting, he might laugh.

When she was finally in the final stages of labor, Jesse stayed close but didn't touch her until she held out her hand to him impatiently. He thought she might break a finger or two as she squeezed his hand and pushed, but he was her cheerleader her every step of the way.

"You're doing amazing, baby," Jesse encouraged as Rachel grunted and pushed. "I love you so much."

"This is all your fault! I hate you!" Rachel growled after another hard push.

Jesse looked at the nurse and smiled, "She says that a lot, she never means it." The nurse chuckled.

"I mean it this time!" she screamed with another push. Jesse just looked at the nurse again and shook his head slightly as if to say that she really didn't mean it. Everyone in the room cracked a smile. Well, everyone except for Rachel who didn't find this situation amusing at all.

Despite Rachel's adamancy that she hated her husband, she never let go of his hand. Finally the doctor announced that he could see the head. "Just a couple more pushes, Rachel," the doctor informed her. And just like the doctor instructed she pushed a couple more times and Jesse saw as the doctor held his son in his hands.

He and Rachel watched as the medical staff cleaned off his newborn son and wrapped him in a blanket. "You were amazing," Jesse said, quietly into her ear then leaned up and placed a feather-light kiss on her temple. The doctor handed their son to Rachel, and Jesse thought he might burst from happiness as he watched Rachel holding him.

"Say hi to your daddy," she said, looking up with an exhausted smile at Jesse.

"Hi, little man," Jesse said, touching his son's face tenderly. "Rachel, he's perfect," he sighed as he looked at the full, dark head of hair, his perfectly round cheeks and his brilliant blue eyes.

"We did good," she told him.

"We do kind of make a beautiful kid," he replied, before leaning forward and kissing her like he'd wanted to kiss her since he got to the hospital. He didn't even care that the doctor and nurses were still slowly filtering out of the room.

"Do you want to hold your son?" she asked as Jesse pulled back from their kiss. Jesse simply nodded at her as he took the little bundle into his arms. Sitting down in the chair next to Rachel's bedside, he cradled his son in one arm and held her hand with his free hand.

Rachel's dads came into the room and stood behind Jesse to look at their new grandson. "He's gorgeous you guys," her daddy said, holding his husband's hand tightly. "I can't believe we're grandparents."

"Oh God, I forgot to call my parents," Jesse suddenly realized.

"Relax, Jesse. We already called them. They're coming into town in a couple days. They wanted to let you guys get the baby home and get settled," her dad reassured Jesse. "You should've heard how excited they were when we told them."

"So you guys never told us what you're going to name him," her daddy said.

Jesse and Rachel looked at each other and smiled. They had poured over every baby name book they could get their hands on. They had thought of a Jewish name like Jakob or Ephram but they just didn't like one enough. They thought maybe just naming him after Jesse, but decided against that. Finally they'd narrowed it down to five names that they both really liked, and were eventually able to widdle it down to one. "Liam Michael St. James," Rachel told her dads.

As Rachel and her dads talked a bit, Jesse leaned forward and kissed his son's forehead and whispered, "You hear that, buddy? How do you like your name, Liam?" He looked down into his son's eyes and they just stared right back up at him. "Well, you're not crying about it so I'm going to take it as a good sign."

When he looked up again, he saw Rachel looking at him lovingly. "We're going to head out and let you guys have some time to yourselves. We'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," her daddy said. They both gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before patting Jesse on the back and waving at their new grandbaby. Shutting the door behind them, they left the new family to have some time alone.

"Are you tired?" Jesse asked, still cradling his son.

"A little," she told him.

"Why don't you rest?" he asked.

"I want my boys with me," she replied, tugging on his hand a little. Jesse acquiesced and Rachel scooted over a bit so he could lay on the bed with her. Liam was comfortably nestled in Jesse's arms between them. She sighed. "I love you. I love our family."

"And we love you. Now get some rest," he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "We'll be right here when you wake up." Jesse's arm wrapped around her, holding her to his side, and her hand lightly resting on her son's legs, Rachel let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.