AN: So I haven't written any Fanfiction in a while and I decided I wanted to right some more parent Finchel. So I decided that I would do a collection of one shots about their first experience as parents (note: this will follow the Rivals universe, so it'll mostly be about Finn, Rachel and Will)

Rachel Hudson was just about to take a sip of her herbal tea when she heard a crash from upstairs. "Finn!" she called. Oh God, what if he was hurt? He could have broken something or... her thoughts were interrupted by a string of curses. She got upstairs as fast as should could (she wasn't very at eight months pregnant) She opened the door to the nursery to find her young husband buried under the bars of the crib he'd been putting together. "What happened?" she asked, trying not to laugh.

"I was trying to drill that piece" he gestured to a thin wooden rail, "to that big piece" he continued, this time motioning to what she was sure was the bottom of the crib. "and my drill slipped." He sighed, slowly getting up and surveying the mess. "Then I cut my hand" he muttered, shoving his left hand so far into his pocket, that his wrist disappeared.

Rachel reached for it, but he shoved it even further into his pocket. "Come on Finn, I need to make sure it's not too deep" He shrugged away.

"It's fine" he said quickly, looking down at her. She put her head on his shoulder and tilted it up to look at him, her lips curving into a smile.

"You don't want the disinfectant spray, do you babe" she smirked. He shook his head quickly.

"No, it's not that, I just don't want to waste it" he said smoothly, trying to pick up his job with his hand still in his pocket. She quickly grabbed his arm and pulled it out of his pocket. He groaned and let her look at it.

"Finn, you've got a splinter. It won't be that bad, just pull it out with a tweezers, spray it quick and stick on a bandage." She informed him, leaving for a moment and returning with a small metal tweezers, a box of bandages and some disinfectant.

"It'll come out on it's own, I've got to finish this" he said, dismissing her idea.

"It'll hurt worse if you leave it in" she said matter-of-factly. He picked up the tweezers and pinched the little object, before dropping it and howling in pain. "Come on, it's not that bad babe. You want me to do it?"

"I don't want anyone to do it" he mumbled, holding his hand out. His wife expertly plucked the sliver from his palm, he made a face, before relaxing. "Okay, that wasn't so... Owww God Rachel!" he yelled, as she quickly squirted a pump of disinfectant on the cut. She disregarded him and careful stuck the bandage over the cut before smiling up at him. "Why did you do that!" he said, half-yelling.

"You were too sacred to do it yourself, remember?" she mocked. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder and guided her down so that they were lying next to each other.

"Hey Rach?" he asked her.

"Yeah?"

"You'll never tell the kid about this right?"

AN: I really like reviews, and if no one reviews then I don't think anyone cares, so I'm not motivated to write more, but if I get three or more reviews, I'll know three people want to to continue, so I shall.