A/N: The first of a series of Parent!Finchel drabbles and one-shots, based on prompts from finchelphotoprompts on Tumblr! Enjoy!
"Can you feel her?" Finn whispered, slowly unbuttoning his wife's shirt, his fingers brushing against the newly exposed skin of her belly.
"A little bit," Rachel sighed, smiling up at her husband, tracing her fingers down his cheek, reveling in the feel of the stubble on his chin, "But what makes you so sure it's a 'her?' We don't find out the sex until tomorrow."
"Oh, it's a her," Finn grinned, pressing a quick kiss to Rachel's lips before shifting his body down the bed, resting his ear against her belly, "I had a dream about her."
"You did?" Rachel asked, her voice light with wonder as she watched her husband trace his fingers on her taut skin.
"Mhmm. And she was beautiful, Rach. Perfect." He pressed a kiss to her stomach, smiling down at the bump as if he was imagining their baby girl, "The prettiest dark hair you've ever seen, and my eyes, and a little spritz of freckles right across her mother's nose."
"No!" Rachel laughed, pushing his face away playfully, "Not my nose! I may have made due with it, but I wouldn't wish it on our children."
"Mommy's silly, isn't she?" Finn whispered with a smile, winking at Rachel, "Because you and Daddy both know that it's the prettiest nose in the whole world." Rachel smiled, blushing, and ran her hand over her stomach.
"She knows you," she said softly, "She knows your voice. It's just like little butterflies wings, but I swear, it speeds up when you talk to her." Finn's jaw dropped, then he bent to press a sweet, lingering kiss to Rachel's baby bump.
"So, you agree she's a beautiful baby girl?" He asked, his lips still brushing against Rachel's warm skin. She giggled, playing with the hair that curled slightly against his neck.
"I have a feeling, too," she admitted, tweaking Finn's ear playfully, "She's going to be a Daddy's girl."
"A little princess," Finn agreed, pressing another kiss to her stomach before pulling back, "But she'll be into sports, too."
"Are you sure about that?" Rachel laughed, "What if her Uncle Kurt gets a hold of her first?"
"No way," Finn laughed, reaching into the drawer of his bedside table, "I've already bought her first pair of sneakers." He produced a pair of booties and placed them on Rachel's stomach with a little 'voila, babe.'
"Your daddy's the silly one, baby," Rachel whispered to her stomach with a laugh, then pulled her husband up to meet her lips in a kiss.