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Chapter 9: Being A New Dad And All

Finn P.O.V.

It had been a couple of months and now Kurt and his family had started to stay with my mom and Burt. I was woken up in the middle of the night with Santana shaking me roughly and shrieking, "Finn, my water broke!" She shrieked this over and over again.

It took me awhile to react, but I did. I hopped up and got the bag that Santana and I had prepared for this occasion. I was just in my boxers so I put on jeans and a t- shirt quickly. I helped Santana out of the bed and passed her the bag; I was trying to get her down the stairs when I just decided to scoop her up instead. I carried her to our car and set her inside. I jumped into the car and started it. As we were driving I called our families and friends and told them what was going on. I also helped Santana to calm down and get breathing correctly. I pulled abruptly into the parking lot at the hospital and helped her out of the car. When I got her into the hospital I told them what was going on; they quickly got her into a wheelchair and up to her room. Dr. Swan came in and I put on some scrubs quickly.

Moments later our parents arrived; they got into the room and started talking excitedly. Santana was having contractions and yelling; she kept saying things in Spanish, and it was too bad that I nearly failed Spanish in high school. She said, in Spanish, "Finn, no puedo creer que hayas hecho esto a mi! Yo te voy a matar!" I couldn't understand what she was saying and her parents didn't care to translate for me; so I asked what she was saying and it turned out that she was saying, 'Finn, I can't believe that you did this to me! I am going to kill you!' She said some more things in Spanish that were probably cuss words after that because her parents stayed quiet after that… My mom told me that some of our glee friends were here, including Kurt and his family. So I ran out into the waiting room; all of the Glee Club, including Mr. Schue, was there, except for Rachel; Rachel was apparently too distraught to come.

Puck came up to me and hugged me, so did Mike and Kurt and Blaine. I told them what was happening and they all nodded and told me to stay calm. Quinn had comforted Santana a lot during the pregnancy, so I invited her, Blaine, Puck, Brittany, who now had a baby girl named, Maple, Brittany had picked the name, with Artie, and Kurt into the hallway outside the room to wait till the baby was born. Mike and Tina watched Micah and McKenzie and Artie stayed back with Maple.

The doctor was examining everything when something caught her eye. I noticed, Santana didn't, and I asked her what was wrong. Dr. Swan answered, "The baby is breech; I'll have to turn him."

I had no idea what that meant so I looked to Santana and told her what was going on. She told me that meant that the baby was upside down. Santana also looked scared, so I asked her what they would have to do. Before Santana could answer, Dr. Swan said, "We will have to turn him, and if that doesn't work we will have to do a c section." I knew what that was.

She told me to hold Santana's hand and try to help her through this pain. She had already had an epidural, but this would probably still cause her some pain. So, I took her hand and rubbed little circles with my thumb; I leaned in and kissed her and whispered, "You're gonna be okay, San." The doctor turned the baby and Santana let out a couple of yells and Spanish cuss words, again. But the important thing is that the baby was okay.

At 2: 46 a.m. on November 17, my son, Grant Christopher- Miguel Hudson, was born. He was adorable; he had dark tufts of hair, Santana's Latino complexion, and it was too early to tell what color eyes he had. We named Kurt and Quinn as the godparents of our baby. We picked Quinn instead of Brittany because when Santana and Brittany were little Brittany told Santana that she wanted to be her daughter's godmother and not her son's because back then boys were icky. Brittany reminded Santana of this when she came over and held Grant. We were going to pick Brittany until that moment. Grant was crying quietly as I pulled him out of Santana's arms. I shushed him and whispered a little song to him and he calmed down. I held him close to me and I felt his little heart beating as I held him against me.

We left the hospital the next day with little Grant in tow. We brought him home and he got to spend the night in his own, new room.

That night Santana and I took turns getting him when he cried and feeding him as well. I loved this baby so much already and I knew that Santana felt the same.

One night I got up because I heard singing and noticed that it was Santana singing to Grant to get him to go to sleep. I loved how devoted of a mother she was already and I loved hearing that beautiful singing voice. Then she noticed me right outside the doorway she said, "Creep much, Hudson?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, just wanted to hear you singing, Hudson. Also, I wanted to see the little Hudson." I laughed.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed the top of her head and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. She laid Grant back down and I walked out of the room with her; I wrapped my arms around her and I pushed her up against the hallway wall lightly. I kissed her passionately and she kissed right back. We kissed for a while and when we pulled apart Santana whispered, "We should do that more often."

"Then why don't we do that." I muttered, and then I pushed my lips back against hers.

Hope you enjoyed, some crazy Rachel in the next chapter!

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