A/N: Just a quick description of events leading up to this.
They won National's '11.
Puck held a party at his gaff to celebrate, he and Rachel got really drunk and blah, blah, and blah...She gets pregnant. (This was around May)
Apartment in town, seeing they are both 18.
She has a boy in November named Ryder James Berry-Puckerman.
CHAPTER ONE
It was our first Christmas in the apartment. I was in the Kitchen Area making dinner, while Noah was in the living room with Ryder. Ryder was sitting in the bouncer sleeping and Noah was sitting on the sofa watching a re-run of "Home Alone". I smiled.
1 Month Later.
Noah was at work and His mom was babysitting Ryder for the day. I was starting to regret what I was about to do. I had packed my bags and was leaving. I couldn't do it anymore. I was too young for it; I was too young to be a mom, for living on my own. I wasn't on my own but you know what I mean. I grabbed a piece of paper.
Noah,
I can't do this anymore.
Sorry
Rachxx
I went downstairs and threw my bags into the back of the cab.
"Airport please" I said handing him a fifty dollar bill.
"Of course, maim" He said grabbing it and driving.
I got there and went up to the desk.
"Hello, Miss" The secretary said
"Hi, um, when is your next flight" I asked
"Ah, there is a flight leaving for JFK in twenty minutes" She said
"Perfect" I said
"Just one?" She asked
"Yeah" I said
"One way or return" She asked again
"Um" I said "One way" She then looked at me weirdly
"Ah, we have a problem" She said
"What?" I asked
"Coach is fully booked" She said "There are 3 seats available in First class"
"Okay" I said
"But it will cost an extra 100 dollars" She said
"That will be fine" I said
"Okay, how many bags?" She asked
"4" I said
"And I'll have to see your passport as a form of ID" She said. I showed her it "Okay, Miss Berry" She said "1 first class ticket to JFK New York, with 4 bags and 1 carry on"
"Yeah"
"Alrighty" She said typing in something "That will be 468 dollars" I handed her 4 hundred dollar bills, a fifty, and a twenty.
"Just go that way to check in your luggage and have a safe journey" She said. I walked on. I put my bags on the conveyer belt.
"Okay, That will be 200 dollars" The woman said
"What?" I asked
"They are overweight" She said. I handed her the money and went on. When I boarded the plane and sat down, I looked out the window and felt tears welling up in my eyes.
