Chapter Three

Finn's POV

If I thought Audrey turning 16 was hard, the first time she brought home Charlie was harder. There is nothing I like about that boy. Rachel argues that he's smart and interested in books and movies, and he's a poet.

A sixteen year old poet? Yeah right. All I see is a sixteen year old douchebag who wanted in my daughters pants. Not to mention I noticed him looking at my wife's ass over dinner last week and I wasn't too pleased.

And then Rachel had the audacity to invite him to Christmas Dinner. "Doesn't he have his own family?" I growl as I set the table.

"He's jewish, Finn. And not all Jewish families celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah." She reminds me with a raised eyebrow.

I shake my head at her, "That is why you like him. Because he is Jewish."

Rachel rolls her eyes, "Finn, I enjoy him, he makes Audi happy and he puts up with Chris and Samantha and he's pro gay rights and of course it doesn't hurt that he's Jewish. He's also in a lot of AP classes." She grabs my hand as I pass her in a huff, "Plus, they are only in high school, how many people end up with the people they dated in high school?"

Finn raises his eye brow at me, "Tell me you're joking."

"We're the exception." Rachel tries to reason.

"Oh? Us? And Kurt and Blaine? And Quinn and Puck?"

"Sam and Mercedes broke up." Rachel tells me, "And Santana and Brittany." She shrugs, "In any case…"

"Hudson's marry young, Rach." I growl, "And I don't want Audi marrying that skeez."

"He's not a skeez."

"He's a teenager, he's a skeez."

Chris walks in with our 4 year old daughter in tow, "I disagree, not all boys are gross."

"You're no exception, I just don't care because you can't get a girl pregnant." I explain.

Rachel giggles, "So all boys are gross? Then what do you expect us to do with Audi? Lock her up?"

"Preferably." I frown. "Where is Audi anyway?"

Chris laughs, "She's with Charlie. They are exchanging gifts out front."

Samantha reaches for me, "It's okay, Daddy." She beams with her big wide eyes. "I sing for you. You feel betta."

Rachel giggles at our daughter, she is Rachel. She acts like her, talks like her, and sings like her. Surprisingly, she's the only Hudson with a singing voice. Seems that Chris acquired my drum skills but is as tone deaf as my mother and Audi is far too shy to sing in front of a crowd.

"I weally can't staaaaaay." Sammi starts.

"But, Sammi, it's cold outside." Rachel sings back.

"I gotta go waaaaay."

"But, Sammi, it's could out there." I sing back, tickling her.

She giggles and sings again, "Dis evenin' has been"

"Been hoping that you'd drop in." Rachel adds

"so vewy niiiiice."

Chris sing talks, "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

"My Mama will stawd to wowy." Sammi sings beautifully.

"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" I kiss her cheek and she giggles before continuing.

"My Daddy will be pacing da floor."

"Listen to the fire place roar." Chris just says and pantomimes as he does.

"So weally I betta scuwwy."

"Beautiful, please don't hurry." Rachel walks up to us, kissing her other cheek lightly.

"Well maybe just a half a cookie more."

"Put some records on while we bake." Rachel and I sing together and as we round up to sing the second verse we hear Audi make her way in.

"Mom, Dad." She calls and Rachel and I turn, I notice Chris's solemn face before I look at my daughter.

"What's going on, baby?" Rachel asks walking towards our daughter with a tear streaked face.

"Nothing." She grins.

"What's on your finger?" Chris asks suddenly from behind me and my eyes fly to her left hand which is thankfully bare, but her right hand…

"It's a promise ring." Audi smiles up at her mother and Chris, avoiding my eye contact.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I growl and Samantha hits the back of my head.

"Naughty Daddy." She scolds.

"Finn Christopher Hudson." Rachel growls and Chris laughs nervously behind me.

"Daddy, aren't you happy?"

I grit my teeth a turn on my heels walking into the living room, setting Sammi down who runs to her room singing under her breath. I go to our liquor cabinet, pour some whiskey into a glass.

"Daddy?" Audi is behind me.

"Don't." I growl, "You're sixteen."

"Mom got pregnant at eighteen."

"That's different." I spit.

"Why? Because it was you and not me."

"Me and your Mom were stupid. I was stupid. I was a 16 year old boy once, Audi."I turn to her, "I know what he wants. I know what all boys want."

"What? Sex? So you got with Mom cause all you wanted was sex?" Audi is pulling out all the fighting words.

"Audi, you know that's not true." I say seriously, "But, Rachel wasn't the only girl I've ever been with." I admit.

"You lie."

I shake my head, "I don't." I frown, "I'm not proud of it. Did you know I joined the celibacy club just to hook up with a cheerleader."

"Dad! Gross!"Audi yells at me.

"It's true, I slept with another girl just because. Just cause I didn't want to die a virgin. And then I took her through a drive thru and got her a burger. A fucking burger, Audi. As if it were paymet."

"I don't eat meat." Audi spits.

"Not my point." I say, "Teenage boys are up to no good, I was up to no good. And that Charlie boy, he's up to no good."

"So, you were up to no good with Mom?"

"No, you're not listening." I breath out.

"No, I am. You were a gross boy with other girls, I get it. But, with Mom, what was that about? Just sex."

"No." I finally whisper.

"So maybe, just maybe, he feels the way about me that you felt about Mom."

I scrunch up my face, "God I hope not."

"Why, Daddy? You don't want me to be happy."

"No, sweetheart. Of course I want you to be happy, I just don't want anyone to love you like that because, because I don't want to lose you yet." I frown, I feel myself beginning to crumble, "Baby, you're my baby girl, my first girl. It's always been you and me. Your mother and Chris, they have this special connection, and I have that with you. You're my baby girl."

Audi walks to me and hugs me tightly, "You're not losing me. Not now, not ever. You'll always be my Daddy." She whispers in my ear and I bury my face in her hair, her curly thick hair that smells like vanilla. "I love you too much."

"I love you too, baby girl." I whimper. "I'm just not ready."

We separate and she fiddles with the ring, "Should I give it back?"She asks, chewing on her lip.

"No, stop. Just…" I sigh loudly, "Don't have sex with him, ever. Or at least until your married. And don't get married until you're… 30 or so." I ask, "Please?"

"I'll try my best, Daddy." She smiles.

I nod and hug her again, "And don't tell Chris."

"What? That I'm your favorite?" She whispers, "Everyone already knows." She wink and I laugh. "I'll go give Charlie the go ahead to come in and that you won't be killing him."

I roll my eyes, "I guess I won't kill him. But only because it's Jesus's birthday." I tease and Audi smiles at me widely. "Go, get your boy." I pat her bum as she walks away and follow her out to see Rachel and Chris laughing like friends instead of mother and son. "Okay, when's the prime rib going to be done."

Chris pats my back, "Oh Daddy Finn," He winks at me, "You've got a long haul with that one."

"Just promise me when you date a dude, that he won't be a 'poet'." I roll my eyes.

Chris laughs, "Trust me Dad, I'm more into band members."

Rachel's eyes widen, "Not drummers, they are the worse."

"HEY!" Chris and I say in unison.

Rachel giggles and pulls us both in for a hug, "I'm just teasing my favorite boys. Drummers are sexy and they are the absolute best." She beams at us before letting Chris go, "Go get your sister." She directs and Chris nods, walking out of the room. Rachel puts her arms around my neck and grins at me.

"I'm proud of you, baby." She tells me and I grin.

I nod sadly, "Yeah, I guess I've progressed as a father and a human. I just don't like the idea of our daughter getting so serious so fast."

Rachel nods, "It is terrifying thinking of them turning out like us, isn't it?"

I nod with a groan, "Especially the fucking like rabbits thing." I murmur under my breath.

Rachel laughs, "Hey, I miss that. I wouldn't mind a little more of that in my life. " She tells me and I nod before kissing her.

"That could be arranged. Merry Christmas, Rach."

Rachel beams back at me, "Merry Christmas, Finn."


A/N: Do you love Jealous!Finn and Daddy!Finn mixed. Yes, Chris likes boys. I just had to. :) REVIEWS ARE LOVE.

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU FINCHEL LOVERS.