Author's Notes: I read a great fanfiction last night and decided to get back into the business. I will work on continuing this fic, but this is sort of an intro to what I have in mind, though I may have flashbacks throughout it. Finchel baby!
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Finn Hudson wasn't raised believing in love at first sight. His father had passed away when he was at such a young age that he couldn't remember ever feeling like he'd love anything instantly again. His friends, his girlfriends, even the sports he'd take up—everything had taken some getting used to. Although he had fallen in love with football shortly after his first football practice, he knew he wasn't destined to go into the professional field. It was more of a hobby than anything. If worse came to worse, he'd work his ass off trying to find a scholarship somewhere for his athletic career. Love was what kept Finn Hudson's world revolving and kept him waking up in the morning, rushing to practice, and finding sleep at night.
Rachel Berry, on the other hand, was easy to fall for. It felt so easy for him to love her that it had scared him away from her at first. The way she closed her eyes slightly when she blushed. The way she paced back and forth when she was thinking about something obsessively. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest whenever he leaned in for a hug. Everything about her was so easy and so difficult at the same time that it threw him off balance completely for at least couple of years.
She was a drama queen. Everyone knew that—Rachel Berry was one of the most difficult women to deal with, and Finn had voluntarily established a home for the both of them. He'd proposed, said his vows, and shipped them off to a city not even an hour away from New York City. Why he chose to love this woman endlessly, even he wasn't sure. She gave him hell quite often, and while a pissy Rachel Berry was possibly the most vile thing he had ever had to dealt with, he had learned from experience from the times they'd patched up the holes in their relationship had made the next few weeks even smoother. After each fight, their love only grew stronger; they were tethered together, and Finn wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, through the thick and the thin.
He heard a shuffle across the room and looked up. A nurse was cradling a baby—his baby—and shushing its cries with reassuring kisses to the newborn's forehead. The child's patch of slightly curled brow hair showed that she had, in fact, inherited Rachel's hair—something he had hoped and prayed for—and the slightly oversized nose she donned caused Finn to blush everytime he looked at it. His daughter had inherited the Hudson nose, and it made her all the more adorable.
Rachel was sleeping peacefully, her arms still folded across her flattening belly. After fifteen hours of tears, screams, and loss of blood circulation in Finn's hands, their beautiful daughter was brought into their lives, and everything about her was perfect. He had never felt so in love with his wife.
He loved her the minute he saw her. And only Rachel Berry could be the woman to introduce him to love at first sight. The stories his mother told him about seeing your own child for the first time suddenly meant more to him—he was going to cherish this baby for the rest of his life, and he'd only spent a few hours near her.
Her head was cradled carefully against the nurse. Once the baby's cries were hushed to whimpers, Finn stepped forward to retrieve his newborn daughter. His daughter. He and his wife had created such a beautiful life and after nine long months of waiting, she was there and she was his.
His little Barbra Ann Hudson.
