i'm incredibly sorry it took me so long to post the final chapter of this story (due to a combination of little inspiration and lots of schoolwork, i'm afraid!) but i really hope the final chapter was worth the wait!
dedicated to my home gurl mary gael as always :)
Rachel says she wants to take things slow, which means they're waiting to have sex, and honestly, Finn thinks that's just a little ridiculous because it's not like it's anything he hasn't seen before, but she's pretty gung ho about the idea, so he just goes along with it.
"It'll be just that much more perfect when it does happen," Rachel tells him serenely, kissing him on the cheek before she prances off to complete her rounds.
He really hopes she's right.
The only problem is that he really doesn't know when she's gonna decide that the time is right, so he can't even plan anything or try to make it special for her. He literally just has to wait until she gives the okay. (Not that he's not perfectly fine with simply spending time with her, of course, but… he's still a guy, and a guy with a smokin' hot girlfriend at that, so he really can't be blamed.)
They've been officially together for about two weeks when her tune seems to abruptly change. They're watching what he's pretty sure is Moulin Rouge (he's been dozing a bit, okay?) when she suddenly lifts her head from her spot on his shoulder.
He glances down at her, and she's looking up at him, a strange look on her face. Then she reaches up, her arms looping around his neck, craning her head so she can kiss him.
He kisses her back, but her mouth quickly presses against his more insistently, her tongue easily sliding between his lips. He can't help but let out a small moan, and he can see her smile before she starts peppering kisses across his jaw line, placing her hands on his shoulders as she straddles his lap, her former insistence that they watch the movie apparently forgotten.
"Rach," Finn manages to get out, his eyes starting to roll back in his head. "Rach, hold on a second."
"What is it?" Rachel asks as she pulls back, her hands still on his shoulders and her hair tossed over one shoulder, her brow furrowed in confusion. She looks pretty adorable, he thinks. "Don't you want this, Finn?"
He swallows, mumbles, "God," and the way she's looking at him, she totally knows he's putty in her hands.
"Of course I want this," he says, raising a hand to cup her cheek, "I just know you wanted to wait, and, like, I don't want you to think I'm pressuring you or anything, because sex or no sex, I still love you and stuff—"
"Finn," Rachel says sharply, effectively cutting him off, "I'm the one straddling you."
He grins, albeit a little sheepishly, at that. "But you're sure?"
"Yes," she murmurs, and she presses a feather light kiss against his cheek. "Now, please, Finn," she whispers in his ear, "please make love to me."
He doesn't need to be told twice. She squeals when he effectively pins her against the cushions of the couch, hovering over her, pressing insistent kisses against her throat. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants, and she lifts her lower half up so he can slide them down her legs.
"You were planning this," he notes, running a finger down one of her freshly shaved legs, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel just giggles, pulling his face down for another kiss. Her fingers quickly find their way under his t-shirt, running up and down the curve of his back until he pulls away to pull the entire piece of fabric off altogether before insistently reattaching his mouth to hers. He feels her smile, and his own hand slides underneath her tanktop to rest on the smooth skin of her stomach.
Her shirt comes off next, followed by his pants, and now she's in just her matching bra and panty set (oh yeah, she was definitely planning this little ambush) and he's in his boxers, his fingers already reaching for the front clasp of her bra.
She gasps out his name, her fingers digging into his shoulder blade as he presses kiss to the hollow beneath her ear and then down her neck, one palm finding her now bare breast. She groans, her hands raking through his hair, and he smiles against her skin, continuing to leave a trail of kisses until he reaches one breast, easily taking the pert nipple into his mouth. She lets out another gasp, tugging on his hair gently, and he swirls his tongue around the bud, appreciating the various sounds emanating from her.
"Oh, Finn," she sighs, and he grins as he switches sides, paying equal attention to her other breast.
Rachel, however, seems to be growing impatient, tugging sharply on his hair until he raises his head, mashing her mouth against his instead. Her right hand snakes its way into his boxers, gripping his already half-hard form. He moans against her mouth, but she just kisses him harder, her hand beginning to move up and down his shaft, her thumb gliding over his tip. He's growing harder with each stroke of her tiny hand.
"Oh, God," he breathes, gripping her wrist lightly.
She frowns. "Is something wrong?"
"No, 'course not," he says quickly, kissing her on the nose, "it's just, um, if you do too much of that there's gonna be some early fireworks before the main show."
Rachel laughs, pressing a kiss to his Adam's apple. She pushes his boxers down instead, sliding them down his legs until he kicks them off completely.
"Your turn," he mutters against her lips, looping his own fingers into the waistband of her panties. She giggles, raising her ass up off the couch so he can peel off her underwear, pressing kisses against her stomach.
"Mmm, later," Rachel says as he throws her underwear across the room. "First, I need you." He looks up to see her eyes dark and full of lust. She licks her lips. "All of you."
He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he doesn't waste any time. "I love you," he reminds her, linking their hands together as he lines himself up with her entrance.
She smiles, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I know," she assures him. "And I love you."
He smiles, gives her fingers a gentle squeeze, then pushes inside of her. He moans at the feeling of her, tight and hot around him, pressing his face against her shoulder as he begins to thrust in and out of her. He can hear her breath in his ear, feel her nails digging into his shoulder, and he clenches his teeth, trying to hold on until she comes.
It doesn't take long for that to happen, because soon she's moaning and gasping and literally writhing beneath him, and her walls are clenching around his length, and then he's coming as well, gently nipping at the smooth skin of her neck as he does.
Her breathing's still ragged as he rolls off of her as best he can (the couch isn't really made for two people to lay down across it, but it's a little late now), shifting so he's underneath her and she's laying on top of him.
"Hi," she says, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Her head's on his chest and she's looking up at him from beneath her lashes. She reaches up to caress his cheek with her fingertips.
"Hi," he replies, gently running his hand up and down her back. "That was…"
"Worth the wait," Rachel supplies, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Definitely," he agrees, gently squeezing her side.
She just grins, cuddling into him, and he lets out a sigh of contentment. This is where he always wanted his life to go, and it's just kind of surreal that he's actually here, with the girl of his dreams.
He wouldn't trade this feeling for the world.
They celebrate their three month anniversary in June. He knows it's not really a huge deal, but he knows that Rachel likes when he remembers, so he orders flowers to be delivered to her at work, and her face when she sees them definitely tells him it's all worth it. They're orchids – her favorite – and she rewards him by placing a loud, wet kiss on his cheek.
"They're beautiful, Finn, thank you," she beams.
He just smiles, kissing her on the mouth instead.
Surprisingly, Rachel isn't the only one to receive flowers that day. Quinn also gets a bouquet, her face practically splitting in two as she reads the little card attached, turning to Puck with tears in her eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"I know for a fact it's not your anniversary because you guys got married in like, January," Finn notes, "so what's with the flowers?"
"Well, if you have to know," Puck begins, but Rachel cuts him off with "We do." He glares before continuing. "Recently, Quinn and I found out some pretty big news."
He shares a look with his wife, and then Quinn squeals, "We're having a baby!"
"Oh my God!" Rachel shrieks, hugging Quinn tightly, "congratulations!"
Puck's practically beaming, so Finn claps him on the back, adding, "Yeah, congrats, man!"
"How far along are you?" Rachel asks, wide eyed and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.
"About seven weeks," Quinn says. Finn thinks the smile on her face might become permanent. "We just went to the doctor's appointment confirming it yesterday, actually, so besides our parents, you two are the first to know."
"Oh, I'm so happy for you both!" Rachel squeals, hugging Quinn, this time managing to rope Puck in as well.
Finn just kind of watches for a moment, his heart warm and full in his chest. Rachel looks over at him, gesturing for him to join with a jerk of her head, and he laughs before completing the awkward huddle/hug.
He thinks that, here in the hospital, he's found more of a family than he has anywhere else. His eyes lock with Rachel, and she smiles, and that's when he knows that it's definitely true.
He just can't wait to someday start his own little family with her.
She's surprisingly subtle at first. He doesn't even notice more and more of her belongings are somehow ending up in his apartment until almost everything is there. She has three drawers of her clothes in his dresser and over half the closet space; her movies are mixed in with his; her shampoos and soaps line the wall of his shower.
He smiles a bit when he realizes, and he's briefly reminded of the time they shared as roommates. (Only now, they'd be roommates with way more benefits, and that thought makes his stomach flip over – but in a good way.)
"You think you're sneaky, don't you?" he asks that evening as she uses his pots and pans (and probably a few from her apartment as well, now that he thinks about it) to prepare dinner.
Rachel frowns, glancing over at him. "What do you mean?"
"Don't think I didn't notice you sneak moving in."
Rachel blushes, biting her lip as she determinedly refuses to meet his gaze. "Well, maybe I'm just storing some things here because I'm over here so often," she says carefully.
Finn laughs, walking over and taking the pan she's furiously stirring the contents of from her gasp. "Rach," he says lightly after he sets it down on the counter, lightly gripping her wrist. She swallows before finally meeting his gaze. "You can move in if you want to, you know."
She smiles, soft and slow. "Really?"
"Oh, Finn!" she squeals, throwing her arms around his neck. "Of course I want to!"
He laughs, wrapping his arms around her waist as she stands on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. Before he can tug her closer, she pulls away, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
"Well, now that that's settled, I should finish dinner," she says with a smile. She reaches around him to grab the abandoned pot, resuming her stirring. "You can help me move in the rest of my stuff tomorrow."
"I thought most of your stuff was already here," Finn says, slightly confused.
Rachel laughs. "Hardly, Finn!"
He swallows back a groan. He knows that living with her will be worth it anyway.
He buys the ring after they've been dating for six months. Honestly, he's thought about marrying her since before they were together, so he's kind of surprised he didn't buy it sooner. But, anyway, he just kind of passes a jewelry store one day while he's out with Puck on his lunch break, and he finds himself heading inside.
It doesn't take long for him to find the ring, sitting underneath the glass, not too big but not too small.
"You don't already have one of these, Hudson?" Puck asks dubiously.
Finn just glares at him before turning to the clerk. "Can I look at that one?" he asks.
Once it's in his hand, he just knows, and that's how he ends up walking out of the store with a ring box in his pocket.
"So, when you gonna do it?" Puck asks, waggling his eyebrows.
"Do what?" Finn asks absently.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Puck asks. "Propose, you idiot!"
"I – I'm not sure," he admits, and he swallows nervously. "Do you – do you think she's gonna say yes?"
Puck snorts. "Dude, have you fucking seen the way she looks at you like you've hung the moon? If she says no, I'll shave off my Mohawk."
"Wouldn't Quinn be pleased," Finn deadpans, but he smiles. He feels better, because Puck's right. It's not like Rachel's going to say no.
"Whatever, Quinn loves it," Puck scoffs, running his hand over the strip of hair on his head. "Something to grab onto."
"Gross," Finn mutters, but he's still smiling.
He's going to propose to Rachel, and it's going to be perfect.
He's had the ring for two months, and he still hasn't proposed. Puck keeps calling him a pussy, but Finn's just waiting for the right moment. The right moment just happens to never seem to come along. They either work opposite shifts, or Rachel's annoyed when she comes home, or when she is in a good mood they end up having dinner with Quinn and Puck, which normally is fine, but like, he just wants to ask her to marry him already, you know?
Finally, things seem to fall into place. He and Rachel both work the same shift and they get off relatively early, so he proposes taking her out to dinner. She smiles and agrees, gripping his arm a little tighter, and he can feel it. Tonight's the night.
Dinner's practically perfect; he takes her to her favorite vegan restaurant downtown. He even splits her favorite salad with her (even though he's usually a vegan meatballs kind of guy), and she smiles so wide, his heart flutters in his chest. He hopes she'll be smiling even wider by the end of the night.
After dinner, he says he wants to take her somewhere. She looks suspicious, but she agrees. His heart's pounding as he helps her into the car before climbing into the driver's seat himself. He really hopes his nerves aren't showing, because then she'll definitely know something's up.
It's only a short drive to the hospital.
"Finn, what's going on?" Rachel asks, furrowing her brow. "Is someone hurt? What's happening?"
"No, no," he says, squeezing her hand gently. "Nothing like that, I promise."
She still looks confused. "Then… what are we doing here?"
He smiles. "You'll see."
Once they're inside, he ignores any odd looks they get, because she's in this really awesome purple dress and he's in a suit and tie, and he just determinedly walks through the double doors that say 'STAFF ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT,' Rachel's hand still firmly encased within his own.
He doesn't stop until he reaches the on call room, poking his head inside to make sure it's empty before pulling Rachel in after him. The door shuts behind her.
"Finn," Rachel says slowly, "what's going on?"
He takes a deep breath, wiping his hands on his pants before turning to face her.
She looks a little worried, her brown eyes wide, her lower lip jutting out slightly. "Please tell me you didn't bring me here to break up with me," she says in a small, sad voice.
"Wh – no," he says quickly, gently squeezing her hand. "Rachel, you know I love you."
"I know," she agrees quietly, and she gives him a tiny smile, looping her fingers with his.
"And, that's why we're in here," he says. Noting Rachel's confused expression, he continues, "Almost all of the defining moments in our relationship took place in this hospital. This is where we first met. It's where I fell in love with you. And that moment we had in this on call room made me realize that I really can't live my life without you in it."
Finn thinks Rachel might be piecing things together, but he goes ahead and sinks down onto one knee anyway, still holding her hand within his own. She gasps, her other hand flying up to cover her mouth. Her eyes fill with tears, but he thinks (well, hopes) they're the happy kind.
"Rachel Berry," he says, "I've wanted to marry you for practically as long as I've known you. You're smart, and you're funny, and you've always understood me better than anyone else from the very beginning. You're everything I've ever wanted. You're my dream girl."
She smiles through her tears, and he knows now they're definitely happy ones.
"But most importantly," he continues, and he drops her hand so he can dig into his pocket for the ring box, pulling it out and opening it so she can read the words on the inside: Because you're my best friend.
"Oh, Finn," she murmurs, placing her hand over her heart. "You're my best friend, too."
"Then will you, Rachel Berry?" he asks, his heart pounding precariously in his chest. "Will you marry me?"
She nods, tears still flowing steadily down her cheeks, before managing to say, "Yes, Finn, of course I'll marry you!"
He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly. "I love you so much," he breathes into her hair, kissing the apple of her cheek.
"I love you, Finn," she murmurs back, turning her head so she can kiss him on the mouth instead.
(They totally have sex for the first time as an engaged couple in the on call room, and Finn definitely thinks it's fitting. This is the place where they really came together, after all.
Plus, it's kind of nice having one more thing to hold over Puck's head in the long run.)
It's weird, being in the waiting room of the hospital instead of behind the scenes. Quinn's been in labor for fourteen hours already, and although he and Rachel have only been out here for three, it still feels like an eternity. Puck's been out a few times with updates, but it doesn't look like baby Puckerman will be showing her face any time soon.
"Should we start betting on when the baby will be here?" Rachel asks, sighing as she leans her head against Finn's shoulder.
He laughs, lightly dropping a kiss on top of her head. "Who are we gonna bet, babe? Quinn's parents? Puck's mom?"
She pouts, her brown eyes wide. "You couldn't humor me, just this once?"
He laughs, nuzzling her cheek a bit with his nose. "Nope."
"You're a jerk," she mutters.
"A jerk you agreed to marry," he reminds her.
She grins up at him. "Only two more months," she reminds him serenely.
"I can't wait," he promises, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
The doors at the end of the room burst open then, and they both look up. Quinn's parents and Puck's mom immediately stand as Puck walks over to them, a wide grin stretched across his face. Finn and Rachel get up as well.
"Well?" Puck's mom asks impatiently.
"She's here," Puck says. Rachel squeals excitedly, clapping her hands. "Beth Sarah Puckerman, eight pounds, four ounces, fifteen inches."
Puck and Quinn's moms both hug him, and Finn wraps an arm around Rachel's shoulder, drawing her to him. "Congrats, man," he says.
Puck looks at the both of them from over both the women's heads. "Quinn and I were hoping you two would be godparents, what do you say?"
Rachel glances up at Finn, her lips already curling into a smile. He nods. "We'd love to!" Rachel practically shrieks. Then, "When can we see her?"
Puck rolls his eyes as both his mom and Quinn's mom finally release him. "She's getting cleaned up right now, but soon, alright?"
"Well, alright, no need to be snippy."
"I better go back and see how they're doing," Puck says, and Finn can tell he's already changed, that he already cares so much about his little girl. He thinks it's kind of sweet, actually.
"Congratulations, Noah!" Rachel calls after him. He shoots them one last fleeting smile before he heads back through the double doors.
Rachel sighs wistfully, glancing back up at Finn. "One day, it'll be us," she says with a smile.
Finn grins right back at her. "I know, baby. I can't wait."
They get married in March. It rains, but Finn doesn't really mind. It's not like they're getting married outside or anything, and as long as he gets to marry Rachel today, it's pretty much guaranteed to be the best day ever.
The ceremony isn't that long; he doesn't stumble over his vows; Rachel cries, and he even tears up a little bit as well. It's just – it's really hitting him that the rest of his life, the life he's going to live with Rachel by his side, starts today.
She grins at him when they're pronounced to be man and wife, and when he's told he can kiss the bride, he does so gladly, gently cradling her face as he presses his lips softly against hers. He can feel her smile against his mouth as her arms loop around his neck, and suddenly she's pulling him even closer, effectively deepening the kiss, poking her tongue through his parted lips.
There are some whoops and hollers (and he's pretty sure they're predominantly coming from Puck), so Finn reluctantly pulls away from his wife. (He has a wife now, how crazy is that?) He smiles before linking his fingers with hers and heading back down the aisle.
They have the reception at a hall not too far away, but she asks if they can just drive around in the limo for a little while.
"Everyone knows the bride and groom are always late to the reception anyway," she tells him with a giggle, her fingertips gently running over his Adam's apple. She presses a kiss against the skin there once she moves her fingers.
"Besides," she whispers against the shell of his ear, "I want to spend some alone time with my husband first."
"Mmm," he agrees, turning his head just slightly so he can press his lips against his mouth. "Sounds good, Mrs. Hudson."
Her eyes sparkle, her smile practically blinding. "Say it again," she whispers.
"Mrs. Hudson," he repeats with a smile, pushing her hair behind her shoulder so he can press his mouth against her collar bone. She sighs, her hands fisting in his hair. "Mrs. Hudson," he murmurs, kissing a trail up her neck. "Mrs. Hudson," he breathes, finally pressing his mouth to hers.
She moans, her hands slipping under his suit jacket, pressing against his back.
He thinks he loves married life already.
They do eventually arrive at the reception (and they aren't that late, no matter what his stepbrother Kurt says). He dances with Rachel for the first time as husband and wife, and he's really glad Quinn talked him into taking dance lessons, because the surprised look on Rachel's face is definitely worth it. He dances with his mom, too, and she tears up and says she's so proud of him, and that he's really found the perfect girl in Rachel, and that makes him tear up a little bit. Rachel dances with both her dads, and she's definitely crying as well.
At least he knows they're happy tears.
It's not long before they're cutting the cake and shoving it in each others' faces (even though Kurt expressly told them not to), and Puck just grins, saying, "Get it in there, Berry!," bouncing Beth lightly in his arms as Quinn takes a picture.
Eventually, after they thank everyone for coming and everyone does their speeches, after Rachel throws her bouquet and Finn removes her garter, they're dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Well, they're mostly just swaying back and forth, but he doesn't really mind.
She sighs, lifting her head from where it's been resting on his chest. She smiles a soft, lazy smile, her fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.
"This has been the most perfect day," she whispers.
He leans down to kiss her. He can totally do that whenever he wants now. She's his wife.
"Finn?" she asks once they pull away.
"Do think we'll be happy?"
He thinks she might be a little buzzed from all the champagne, but he doesn't tell her that. Instead, he just says, "The happiest."
She smiles. "Good. I think so, too."
She kisses him again then, and he knows that everything in his life has led to this moment. And in this moment, he's the happiest he's ever been.
Somehow, he knows, things will just get impossibly better.
They find out on a Tuesday, just a week before their first wedding anniversary. Rachel's been feeling sick all week, and when she complains about her breasts being sore (loudly, in front of the entire nursing staff, he might add), Quinn suggests she check to see if she could possibly be pregnant.
So that's why they're both currently sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting on the timer to go off before they can check the little stick on the counter. Finn's trying to focus on breathing, mostly. And it's not like they don't want a baby, because they've talked about it, and they do. He just didn't expect for it to happen this soon, that's all.
He looks down and sees Rachel's hand on the tile floor next to him, her fingers splayed out against the blue and grey. He reaches over to cover her hand with his, squeezing gently.
She looks up at him.
"We'll be okay," he tells her.
She gives him a small smile. "I know."
The timer goes off then, and they both hastily scramble up. Rachel looks at him, then at the test on the counter, then back at him. He gives her an encouraging smile, and then she takes a deep breath, gingerly picking up the thin white stick.
She stares for a moment, and Finn's heart beats erratically in his chest. His future is literally being held in Rachel's hand.
"You're pregnant?" he asks, his voice squeaking a little with excitement.
Her grin widens. "We're pregnant."
He laughs, scooping her up into his arms, kissing her nose, her cheek, her hair, any part of her he can reach. She giggles, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling back so she can kiss him on the mouth.
"I love you so much," he whispers when she pulls away, nuzzling her cheek lightly with his nose. She unwraps her legs from around his waist and he gently sets her back on the ground. "Both of you," he adds, resting one hand on her still flat stomach.
She smiles, placing her hand on top of his. "We love you, too," she whispers in reply.
He smiles before kissing her again.
If Finn thought Rachel being pregnant would make her take things a little easier, maybe relax a bit more, he was dead wrong. She insists that she can still do everything she did before, and even though she gets tired pretty easily, she refuses to acknowledge it.
Even at eight and a half months pregnant, she's still doing rounds and seeing patients, although Finn's been trying to get her to just start her maternity leave early. Every time he suggests it, however, she sends him a swift glare, says, "Being pregnant isn't some sort of disability, Finn," and continues doing what she was doing.
So he's kind of given up on that approach, even though, no matter what she says, her hormones are definitely getting the best of her. A patient told her he liked her hair the other day and she promptly burst into tears and couldn't be consoled for an entire thirty minutes. He was even called out of an important appointment with a former cancer patient to make sure she was okay.
He's talking to Quinn by the nurse's station when Rachel makes her way over near the end of her shift. She's wincing, her hand on her back, her swollen stomach stretched far out in front of her.
"You okay, babe?" Finn asks, kneading one of her shoulders gently.
She gives him a weak smile. "I'm fine," she says. "I just have a sort of pain in my lower back, that's all. Nothing serious," she assures him, noting the concerned look on his face.
Quinn and Finn exchange a look.
"Rachel," Quinn tries, "how often have you been experiencing this pain?"
"On and off all day," Rachel says. She frowns, rubbing at her back. "It's been getting worse, though. Probably because I've been on my feet." She rolls her eyes as Finn opens his mouth, cutting him off with, "Don't worry, Finn, I'll sit down as soon as we get home and stay there for the rest of the night, alright? The little guy's just tuckering me out, that's all." (Rachel's convinced they're having a little boy. Finn, on the other hand, thinks it's going to be a girl. Honestly, though, he's gonna be happy either way.)
"Rachel," Quinn says slowly, "I think you're in labor."
Rachel laughs. "Oh, no, I can't be!"
"Rach," Finn says, "you've been having pains all day, and they've been getting closer and closer together…"
"I have pains all the time, Finn," Rachel snaps, "because I'm pregnant with your giant of a child!"
He ignores that, gently gripping her elbow as she winces in pain again. He sees a sudden movement in her stomach, and he knows the baby's kicking. He presses his hand gently to the spot. He's rewarded with another kick. He doesn't think he'll ever get over that feeling, of being connected with his child like that.
Just then, Rachel gasps. "F – Finn, I – I think…."
Her eyes are wide, terrified, and she grips his arm tightly. He frowns, glancing down to see a puddle underneath her.
"Shit," he breathes. Then, louder, "Someone get me a wheelchair, my wife's gone into labor!"
"It's not time!" Rachel says frantically, her eyes wild as she grips Finn's arm. "Finn, he's not ready yet!"
"Rach, she's just two weeks early. It's gonna be fine, okay?" She smoothes back her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We're gonna be fine."
She gives him a weak smile, slowly sinking down into the wheelchair that's been brought to her.
"We're meeting our baby soon," he tells her gently.
She nods. "Our baby," she repeats. She smiles. "Our baby."
"That's right, babe," he says, keeping his hold on her hand as Quinn starts to wheel her toward delivery. "It's gonna be amazing."
He's kind of scared shitless, but he's excited too. He knows that either way, he has to be strong for Rachel. And they're about to become parents. It's all kind of surreal.
"He's perfect," Rachel whispers, running a single finger down his cheek.
Finn smiles, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and glancing down at his newborn son. He really is perfect, and he's just the right size and looks like the perfect combination of him and her: her eyes, his nose, his mouth, her cheeks, what looks to be the beginning of unruly hair like Finn's. Somehow he's managed to squeeze onto the small bed with Rachel and not crush either one of them, and he literally can't take his eyes off of his baby boy. Eleven hours of labor and Rachel threatening to castrate him if he ever touched her again were all worth it for this moment.
"What should we name him?" he whispers, running his hand lightly over the small tuft of hair on his tiny little head.
"Christopher," Rachel says immediately. She glances up at him, sees his stunned expression, then says, "For your dad. He'd be so proud of you, you know."
He swallows. "I know."
Rachel smiles, leaning over to kiss him. Finn's kind of conscious of Chris possibly watching them, so he keeps it short.
"I was right, you know," Rachel says a few minutes later.
"About what?" he murmurs. He's afraid that if he talks too loud, it'll disturb his baby.
"About him being a boy."
Finn rolls his eyes. "You were," he admits.
"I was what?" Rachel asks.
Finn sighs, muttering, "You were right."
"I always am!" Rachel sings, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "And Chris will learn that very soon, won't you, little man?" she coos, lightly tickling his stomach. Chris just looks at her, but Finn's pretty sure his son loves her already, just like he does.
He doesn't really do much beside sit and stare and occasionally cry, but Finn's pretty sure he's the dad of the most perfect baby in the world.
When he tells Rachel this, she just says, "Well of course he is. I mean, look at who his daddy is."
"His mommy's not too bad either," Finn says, and that earns him another kiss.
It's not too long before Chris falls back asleep, but Finn's content to just watch him breathe, to watch his chest rise and fall. He created half of this little person, and that's kind of awesome.
He never knew he could love someone so much so quickly.
"Noah, for the last time, I told you, we are not setting up an arranged marriage between our children!" Rachel insists.
Puck just rolls his eyes.
"At least not until they're a little bit older," Finn says insist, earning himself a glare from his wife. He doesn't mind so much.
Chris and Beth are just sort of sitting on the floor. Chris just learned to sit up, so he's just sort of propped up, chewing on his fingers as he surveys the room around him. Beth's almost two now, and she's sort of inspecting Chris curiously. She doesn't quite know what to make of babies yet.
"Whatever," Puck says, "Chris is gonna grow up having the biggest crush on Beth, and when they come around one day far, far in the future," he adds hastily after he earns a look from Quinn, "sayin' they're gettin' married, I'm just gonna say 'I told you so.'"
Rachel just shakes her head, but she's smiling.
"Just think," she murmurs, cuddling closer into Finn's side, "if either one of us hadn't ended up at the hospital as interns, we wouldn't even be here right now."
Finn frowns. He doesn't really want to think about that. "But we were, and we are. And you know what that's called?"
"Fate?" Rachel tries.
"Meant to be," he says instead, and she smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek, her hand resting on his thigh as he wraps an arm around her.
And he truly believes it is, that they were meant to be all along. Rachel was his best friend, but she was always so much more than that, and he really believes that everything that happened somehow led to this moment.
This moment's kind of perfect if you ask him.
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