6 months later
Rachel had woken up to a faint scraping sound. She was lying in her bed and looked down to see her baby bump. She realized how big her stomach was and was often accused of being 9 months by strangers, but she usually just brushed them off. She moved her once petit stomach onto her side towards the noise to find Finn, sitting at his desk and by the looks of his arms, was carving something.
"Finn?", she called to him. He turned around in the chair he was sitting and she saw in his hand a scratchy, oddly shaped, small piece of wood in his hands and his pocket knife. "Oh, hey. You're up!", he beamed at her. "What are you doing?", she asked smiling at him. "Cobbling", he told her. She laughed at him, sitting a little more, but trying not to hurt herself or their little girl. "I wanna be that Dad that knows how to make stuff out of wood. You know?", he said with a slight far away look on his face. He continued, "I want our little girl to wake up in the morning and walk out on the back porch and find me cobbling." She suppressed a giggle and told him, "You know that's not what it's called right?" "Yeah, it is. Isn't it?", he asked, slightly confused. She got up off the bed. "Finn, cobbling is shoes. That's why people who make shoes are called cobblers. You're not cobbling, you're carving...or possibly whittling", she said and made her way over to him to kiss his cheek.
She left the room, but he called after her, "I just realized, I'd be 'Finn the cobbler'! Imagine that!". She laughed at him, "You'd sound like a bad dessert!". He laughed at the thought, "Would you still order me?". She waddled her way back into the room. Gave him a small kiss, and said, "Everyday". She left the room to make breakfast for the three of them. Now that Rachel was eating for two, things had gotten a little rocky financially, but Rachel started working a little bit harder paying by working on her artwork. She always wanted to pursue an art career, but it always came second-hand to performing; now she had a real reason to and was happy with it.
Finn still called after her, "Hey! That reminds me. I got this big book on knots! 300 knots and I'm gonna learn them all. Oh, and I still have to build that kiln! Man, you gotta be ready. You think we could take up pottery?". She smiled at him, but it suddenly faded. "Finn! We've got to go to Burt and Carole's today!", she suddenly started running about the house getting ready to see her boyfriend's parents. "Yeah, we should push that because I have a Family Defense class today", he muttered, frowning. "Don't fret", she kissed his head. "Come on, it's not until this afternoon. I'll just walk down to my class and we'll go. Why are you rushing?", he asked, a little whiny. "I need to make myself look smaller! Now go! You're gonna be late.", she told him, pushing him out the door. "Hormones", he whispered. Then, grabbed his coat and continued his walk to the class.
Rachel was on the phone with her sister, Santana, while watching some old work out channel on the small television they owned. Santana was a little bit younger than Rachel and took their fathers' death's a lot harder. Since then, Rachel and Santana have been having daily phone calls. They would have met in person, but Santana left Lima to go to college in Tucson, where she went to Brown Mackie College and had a job giving tours to locals about the area. Santana was adopted, but was only two years younger than Rachel and was just starting her Freshmen year, though she did enjoy having independence, still missed her fathers and Rachel very much.
"They look like California raisins, remember? With their big bodies, little legs, and sun glasses?", Santana told Rachel over the phone. Rachel giggles at the television. "San, this is so bad. I hate it! The rap is even worse!", Rachel laughed more into the phone. "You get much more from your pelvic floor when you pass on the bagel and do one more Kegel", Santana mocked the weird television show. They both laughed aloud. Rachel shut off the television and moved into her new, small studio where she was working on a small project of a mother holding a small, angel-like baby in her hands. Santana sighed, "What do you think she'll look like?". "Oh, I hope she doesn't have Finn's-", Rachel stopped suddenly. "What? Pyramid nipples?", Santana said with a laugh. "No his feet! God!", Rachel beamed. "Ugh! Those huge, square feet! HA!", Santana laughed more.
Finn seemed to walk in at the wrong moment because when Rachel saw him, she tried to get Santana off the phone. "Oh! San, he just walked in. I have to go! Love you!", Rachel told her eagerly. "Okay, Sissy. Love you! And watch out for his seal flippers!", Santana warned her quickly. Rachel giggled and hung up. "Okay. Ready to go, Mommy?", he asked her, smiling brightly. She put down her pencils, kissed him, and said, "Ready when you are, Daddy".