"Daaaaaaddddyyyy"

The familiar ear-piercing yell echoed throughout the loft, causing Finn to drop the plate he was washing into the sink. Luckily it didn't break, but he was now covered in soapy water. He grabbed a dishtowel and started in the direction of the yell.

"Yes, Ophelia? What's the matter?" Finn caught up to his three-year-old daughter as she came barreling out of the living room.

"Daddy! Cory keeps knocking over my blocks!" She stomped her little foot and huffed.

Finn just had to smile. She looked so much like Rachel. They had the same long, beautiful hair and big brown eyes. They also shared similar personalities and, apparently, the same lung capacity.

"Babygirl, your brother is just an infant, he doesn't know any better. You have to have a little patience."

He guided her back into the living room. Cory was busy stuffing the blocks into his mouth and then discarding them.

"Eww! He's gross, daddy. Now my blocks are all slimy."

Finn laughed and scooped his one-year-old son into his arms. "Come on big guy, it's time for your bath. Opi, you wanna help me give him a bath and put him to bed? You can sing to him. Then we'll clean your blocks and I'll help you re-build whatever you were working on."

"I'm building a big stage for my Barbie to sing on, just like mommy does."

"That's awesome baby. So, do you wanna help me?"

"I guess so, 'pecially if it means he's in bed. I need to practice my singin' anyway 'cause I'm gonna be a star like mommy."

"Of course you are, baby."

….

Finn finally got Cory to go to sleep after Ophelia sang him the entire soundtrack from Beauty and the Beast. He carried his daughter into the living room and helped her pick up all the blocks that had baby slobber on them and wash them.

Together they built a great stage for her dolly and he listened in awe as Ophelia sang 'Defying Gravity,' pretending it was the doll singing. He clapped for her and threw pretend roses onto the stage. After a standing ovation, she started to put her toys away.

"Why don't we leave the stage together and then tomorrow we can play again?" he asked her.

"Daddy, you know mommy doesn't like it when we leave toys out. She could trip and fall. What would happen if she broke her talent?" she gasped.

Finn couldn't help but laugh. His daughter really was the spitting image of her mother.

"I think it'll be alright. We'll move it over to the side so no one will trip okay?"

"Awright daddy, but if mommy gets mad I'm blaming you."

"I'm sure you will," he laughed again.

They moved the stage off to the side of the room and Ophelia put all her dolls away.

"Are you ready for your bath and some pajamas?"

"Can I have bubbles, daddy?"

"Sure, what kind would like?" They were standing in the bathroom together as Finn adjusted the water temperature.

"Can I have the vanilla ones Uncle Kurt gave mommy? It always smells so good and reminds me of her."

"I don't see why not." He poured a large amount of bubbles into the water. "Hand me the brush and I'll put your hair up. We'll let mommy wash it tomorrow when she gets home."

Opi grabbed the brush and hurried back to her dad. Finn was getting better at the whole ponytail thing. They only fell out about half the time now, so he counted it as a win.

Once bath time was over, teeth and hair were brushed, and her pretty pink nightgown was on, Finn set about cleaning up the bathroom.

"There! I think we're all done Opi."

"Daddy, you know you're gonna have to stop callin' me that when mommy's home. She doesn't like it." Ophelia grinned widely at her father.

"Ya, well, there's a whole list of things your mother doesn't like and half the time I can't even remember them all. Lucky for me, I know how to get out of trouble."

"Ha," Ophelia snorted. "Kisses aren't always gonna work daddy."

"Sure they will! I have super-duper-awesome Finn Hudson kisses and they always work on Mrs. Rachel Berry-Hudson."

Ophelia giggled. "You're so silly daddy. I love you."

Finn picked up his girl and hugged her close. "I love you more munchkin."

"I'm not a munchkin! You're a giant!"

"Oh ya? Well this giant's got you in his arms and you can't get away so you know what that means?"

"No daddy! No!" Ophelia tried to squirm away.

"Yes! It's time for the Tickle Monster! Rawr!" Finn started to tickle her and pretend to eat Ophelia's ear.

"Ahh! Help me, help me! The tickle monsters got me!" she yelled out dramatically while laughing.

"Admit you're a munchkin, go on, and admit it."

Ophelia threw her head back and placed the back of her hand to her forehead. "Woah is me, I'm a munchkin. When, oh, when will I grow?" she sighed.

Finn couldn't hold back, he laughed so hard tears were starting to form. "Grilled Cheesus, Opi! You're gonna win an academy award for sure."

"I know!" she smirked. "Uncle Kurtie says I have all this talent running through my veins."

Finn put her down and face-palmed. "I think you spend too much time with your Uncle Kurt."

The little diva smiled brightly and skipped into the other room.

….

Finn went back to cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. He forgot he was in the middle of doing dishes when all the drama had started. Just as he was finished wiping off the counters Ophelia joined him in the kitchen.

"I suppose it's time for me to go to bed, huh?"

"Well, the little hand is on the eight and the big hand is on the six so I guess that's your bed time, right?"

She sighed deeply. "I guess so. I just hate to leave you all alone, daddy. What will you do without me?"

Finn chuckled. "I have no idea. Oh, wait! I know… I can watch a movie."

He headed off to the living room noting the patter of little feet following him.

"Hmm, let's see. I could watch Barbie's Swan Lake but I've seen it at least a dozen times this week. I could always go with a Disney classic, what do you think Opi?"

"Ya, but they always get you hyper, daddy. You need something that's gonna calm you so you can sleep."

Finn tapped his baby on the nose. "You are the smartest three-year-old in the world, Ophelia Curry Hudson! So what do you suggest?"

Opi rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm smart! I think you should go with a classic musical to sing you to sleep." She pulled a movie from the shelf and handed it to her father.

"Oh, I see." He looked at the movie and grinned. "Say, you wouldn't want to watch this with me, would you?"

Ophelia's eyes got big. "Sure!" She did a little hop in place before becoming serious again. "That is if you need me to daddy, you know so you don't get sad or anything."

"Ya, I didn't think about that. I wouldn't want to get sad and be all by myself on the couch with no one to hold, that would suck," he pretended to be serious.

"I could keep you company, daddy," she placed her small hand in his and looked up with her biggest doe-eyed look.

Finn acted like he was thinking about it for a moment. "Okay. Let's just not tell mommy about this." He winked down at her.

"Yea!" she squeaked. "I'm gonna go get my blanket," she hollered as she raced to her room.

Finn just laughed and set up the movie. It was difficult sometimes raising two children and teaching full-time, but he loved them all so much, so it was worth it. Rachel was home whenever possible, but working on a big-time Broadway musical doesn't always mean she got to stay in New York all the time. Right now she was finishing up the tour with her latest play; she had been gone for three months. They were pretty sure she was going to get another Tony award for her performance.

The stage had always been her dream; everyone knew that. Finn was always the first in line to support her. His dream had been the wedding, the kids, a simple job he loved and that made him feel good. Rachel supported his dream wholeheartedly. It was why they worked so well together.

He was dragged out of his thoughts by Opi tugging on his hand. "Come on daddy. I got the big blanket so we can share."

Finn helped her climb onto the couch and set out the blanket. Then he made sure the door was locked and the lights were off before sitting down. Ophelia immediately crawled into his lap and kissed his cheek.

"You're the best daddy in the whole wide world."

"Hmm, you're just sayin' that 'cause I'm letting you stay up and watch a movie," he teased.

"Oh no, daddy. You really are, even if I have to go to bed. I love you."

He hugged her tight. "I love you too, babygirl."

The movie started and in no time Ophelia was singing along and mouthing all the words. Finn smiled. His little girl was so much like her mother, even down to the movie she picked, Funny Girl. He lay back on the couch and tucked her into his side, covering them both up.

Finn could tell the moment Opi drifted off to sleep, her singing had just fizzled to a stop. He looked down at his daughter's face and brushed back a stray curl. Wrapping his arms around her, he took a deep breath inhaling the scent of vanilla and baby, before kissing her on the head.

He was too comfortable to get up so he just continued to watch the movie even though he'd seen it a million times. At some point he must have dosed off because a gentle kiss to his own head woke him up.

He opened his eyes and smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." She laughed quietly. "I see she not only convinced you to let her stay up but to watch Funny Girl. I thought I was the only one you suffered through that movie for?"

"Well, she's like a mini-mini-you so…"

They both laughed quietly.

"Do you want me to take her and put her to bed?" She kissed Ophelia on the head and rubbed her back.

"Na, I got it. Why don't you go check on Cory and I'll meet you in our room."

"Okay." She kissed him softly.

Finn stood up cradling Opi in his arms. He shut off the TV and headed down the hall. As he placed her in her bed she woke up a little.

"Sowry I fell asleep on you daddy."

"It's okay beautiful, we'll watch it again."

She smiled and rolled on her side. "Love you, daddy."

"Love you too, baby." He shut the door quietly.

….

Finn crawled into bed and held Rachel close. "I've missed you so much. I'm really glad you're home."

She turned in his arms so they were facing each other. "I've missed you all terribly. I couldn't wait to get home so I changed my flight and left right after the last performance."

"How long are you home for?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Four months. We're not scheduled to go back out until mid-January so we have all of the holidays." She moved closer and kissed Finn. "I don't want to talk about it right now though; right now I want to make love to my husband."

"That sounds like an awesome idea, Mrs. Hudson."

"I thought you'd like that, Mr. Hudson."

Requested one-shot: Write a FF where Finn and Rachel have a kid named Ophelia where Rachel's on Broadway while Finn's at home with her and he lets her stay awake although it's past her bedtime and Rachel eventually walks in on him watching some movie or something…

I hope I got it right and you enjoy this!

Hugs, Melissa