Okay this is my first fanfic, so bear with me! This is only the prologue, so I apologize for no finchel. Don't worry, there will be plenty of finchel in other chapters. :) Self-beta'd all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

Rachel rolled her eyes and gave an annoyed huff as she plopped down on the couch next to the teenaged babysitter and checked the clock for the umpteenth time. Her husband was supposed to have been home to pick her up for their date night over two hours ago. He was leaving her sitting here awkwardly waiting for him while the babysitter sat on the couch, staring at her phone. She was really looking forward to this night, too. She was finally going to get to reveal to him her big news. Every time she would try to tell him, Kyle would practically blow her off. How he hadn't figured it out by now is beyond her. I mean, she wasn't showing or anything yet, but she had been pretty moody and morning sickness was starting to kick in. Plus, he's her husband. He should just know these kinds of things. Plus she even took the night, giving her understudy a chance for the very first time. She never misses a show.

Rachel looked over awkwardly at the unneeded babysitter and winced. "You can probably go home now, Taryn. I'm sorry that this happened…again. I thought for sure he would be home on time."

"It's alright, Mrs. Montgomery. I'm sorry you got stood up again."

Rachel cocked her head to the side. She wouldn't exactly call it stood up, but whatever. "Yeah… thank you?" She said slowly.

"Just call if you need me." Taryn waved.

Rachel shut the door behind the sixteen year old and trotted up the stairs, going toward her daughter's room. Madie was sound asleep in her brand new 'big girl' bed. Rachel kissed her head and the little girl's eyes fluttered open.

"Momma?"

"Hi baby. Go back to sleep, mommy was just checking on you."

"Where's daddy?"

"He'll be home soon sweet pea."

"Did you and daddy not have your special night?" She asked, innocently.

Rachel pursed her lip. "Not this time."

"Why not?"

"Daddy didn't make it home on time."

"Again?" Madie asked.

"Yea, again." Rachel whispered. "It's okay, we can have it another time." She touched her daughter's nose. Madie nodded and yawned.

"Daddy will come in and kiss you when he gets home. Go back to sleep." Rachel kissed her daughter one more time, before making her way back out of the light yellow bedroom.

Rachel picked up her cell phone, dialing Kyle's number, ready to interrogate him. When a woman answered the phone, she froze.

"Who is this?" Rachel dared to ask, once she found her voice.

"This is Cecile. Who is this?"

Cecile? As in the client that he has had for the past 3 months, Cecile? Rachel was silent for a few moments, but she finally plucked up the courage and asked where Kyle was.

"He's in the shower, but should be out in a few minutes. Can I take a message?"

"Where is he at?"

"We are at my place…" Cecile said like it was obvious. "I'm sorry, who is this?"

"It doesn't matter." Rachel hung up the phone as fast as she possibly could. She stomped to her room, blood boiling and tears threatening to spill over. She had her suspicions, but thought she was just being paranoid. She should have known by the way Kyle talked about her or by the amount of time he has been spending on her damn case. Rachel calmed herself down, pacing back and forth in their bedroom, her heels long gone. She managed to get her breathing at a steady pace and climbed into bed, her thoughts going crazy in her mind. Hours later, she had finally cried herself to sleep. She felt Kyle slip into bed late that night, noting how he didn't even try to wake her up to apologize for missing their date or kiss her goodnight.

In the morning when she woke up, she slipped out of bed an hour before Kyle was due to wake up. She stepped into the hot shower, and immediately began crying her eyes out at the realization that her marriage was practically over.

I mean, her marriage had been falling apart for a while now—around six months to be exact. It was only now that she chose to start accepting it. They used to be so damn happy and touchy and just couply all the time, going on dates two or three times a week, kissing and sleeping together whenever they had the chance, and just so in love. Then after Madie turned three, he started acting weird and they slowly started growing apart. They fought and screamed more than they actually talked. They (or he) had cancelled countless dates over the past couple of months and Rachel, for the life of her, couldn't understand why. She just put it all down to their schedule—him busy with his lawyer duties, her with Broadway, and both of them with their four year old diva. It was only when they were both completely drunk off their minds that they ever actually touched each anymore, hence the baby. But now it all became clear, he just wasn't in love with her anymore and he never wanted to have sex because he was cheating on her. Rachel decided then and there to do everything she possibly could to save her marriage. For the sake of Madie and the baby.

When Kyle finally awoke, he smiled at her down in the kitchen, saying good morning to her and their daughter, acting as if nothing happened.

"Did you forget about last night or did I just make up the whole 'I swear I'll be home on time' thing in my head?" Rachel asked, bitterly.

Kyle froze. "Oh shit, Rachel. I'm sorry. I got held up at work. Cecile's case is really kicking my ass."

Rachel glared at her husband, doing everything she possibly could to not lash out at him in front of their innocent daughter. "Try to make it tonight. I have something planned." She was so quiet, Kyle could barely hear her, but he nodded anyways. He wished her a good day, kissed Madie on the head and left the house without an 'I love you' to either of the girls.

He came home late (and drunk) that night and Rachel screamed and Kyle ended up sleeping on the couch.

A week later, on a day when he actually came home before dinner, Kyle ran upstairs before even saying hello to Rachel.

"Where's little diva?" He asked when he came back down, a new and more casual suit on his body.

"Kurt just came and got her." Rachel said, not turning around from the stove. "He is going to keep her tonight."

"Smells good in here."

She finally turned and smiled at him. "I'm making us dinner. It's been a while since we've had the place to ourselves and we deserve a nice night together. I even cooked meat for you and I have planned for us to—"

"Sorry Rachel, but I'm going out with the guys."

"Y-you what?" Rachel stopped. "But…"

"Yeah, we've had this planned for weeks. Didn't I tell you?"

"No, you failed to mention that. You don't tell me much of anything these days."

"Must have slipped my mind."

"Please stay tonight, Kyle. There's something I need to tell you. Two things actually."

"No, Rachel. Don't wait up for me, I'll be home late." He turned on his heel, shutting the front door loudly behind him.

When Rachel finally plucked up the courage to ask Kyle about Cecile, the conversation quickly turned into screaming and throwing things. Kyle ended up leaving and Rachel cried herself to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, Kyle was nowhere to be seen. She went on with her day and picked up Madie from Kyle's parents' house, using her best acting skills to act like their son wasn't an awful father and husband.

When Kyle finally showed back up two days later, he quietly apologized for making her worry and slipped into the confinement of his office.

"What's wrong with daddy?"

"I don't know, baby. I really don't know." Rachel answered her daughter.

They managed to have a civil conversation after a week of more fighting. At dinner that night, he mentioned. "I didn't know that you were nominated for a Tony. Why didn't you tell me?"

Rachel glared at him, her eyes hard and cold. "I tried."

Kyle avoided her eye contact, nodding and finishing his dinner in silence.

Rachel could handle Kyle no longer being in love with her, but when he started acting the same towards their daughter, she cracked. He wouldn't give her a bath or put her to bed or even play with her anymore. He also failed to pick her up from daycare at least three times. Madie often cried now, saying "I miss daddy." Over and over again. It broke Rachel's heart when she said that and Kyle was just in the other room, blocking out the life it seemed he hated so much.

When Rachel confronted him about it, they fought. Again. He left. Again. He was gone for three days this time.

When he came home, he apologized.

"I can't keep doing this Kyle." Rachel answered. "I've tried everything in my power to save this marriage, but you and I both know that nothing will save it."

That, of course, led to more fighting. They fought until Rachel had to leave for work and right before she walked out the door, she dropped a bomb on him. "I'm pregnant." She slammed the door behind her.

When she came home after her show that night, the house was dark and silent. Rachel trudged up the stairs and her heart dropped when she entered her room. She knew Kyle was probably gone, but she didn't expect this. All of his things were gone—half of the closet was empty, half of the dresser drawers were empty, his bathroom things were gone, his watch, his comb, his shoes, his everything was gone. There was even a picture of Madie and the sonogram from the dresser missing. All that was left was a note on the neatly made bed saying nothing but, "I'm so sorry. Tell Madie I love her."

What do you think? Should I post the first chapter? :)