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A/N: Hey guys! So sorry it's been awhile! I'm still so freaking busy! Thanks for staying with this story and I hope you still enjoy it! This chapter is kind of a 'filler' chapter, so to speak. But there will be MAJOR drama coming up in about a chapter or two. You shall seeeeeeeeee. This chapter is pretty short but don't worry, I hope to make up for it in the long run! Love you guys! Please review!

Chapter 10: Fact of life

"I could never leave you."

Finn's heart constricted in his chest. He loved her so much. It was hard to remember why he was even angry with her in the first place.

He glanced over at her and now her hands were placed over her protruding stomach and she was looking down at the ground. He couldn't see her face very well so he didn't really know what she was thinking at the moment.

"Fi-"

"Rac-"

They both started to utter each other's names. He chuckled slightly at the coincidence but nothing came out of Rachel. Her hands fell from her baby bump and gripped the edge of the bench.

She released her grip, let out a slow breath, and turned slightly, as much as she could, towards Finn. Her head lifted up from the downward position it was previously in, and Finn could feel his heart literally drop onto the ground.

Tears were streaming down her face, her lip was quivering, and the pain was present in all her features.

"F-f-finn," She started out shakily, "I am s-s-so sorry. I should have never, in a million years, hid that letter from you. It was stupid and childish and I was just being so irrational! I thought that it would just make things worse if I showed you, you'd go beat him up or something but I just made it worse by not telling you." Her head fell forward again and her shoulders started to shake uncontrollably.

She continued her voice filled with pain. "An-and Finn, why-why did you say all those nice things about me tonight? I never, ever, deserved a man like you in my life. Even after yelling at you, you go and tell a whole audience of people that I'm the reason you're who you are. I just, I don't understand how you can be so perfect. And then there's me who's far from perfect. I'm loud, selfish, hormonal, a diva, craz-"

His lips connected with hers in an instant. She melted under the soft feel of his lips on hers.

He could taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with the delicious taste of Rachel's lips. How could she think she was all those things?

He pulled away slightly and ran his thumb underneath her eyes to catch some of the tears.

"Rachel," He whispered, "Everything I said in there is true. You're the reason I'm here today. Why don't you see that? If I never met you or dated you or married you, I'd probably be back home in Ohio working in Burt's garage. I would have never fulfilled my dreams. Accept it, babe, you believed in me, made me want to be a better man for you. So I stepped up to the plate because if I ever lost you, I'd never be able to forgive myself."

"And yeah, I'm still pissed at you for hiding the letter but we can work through that because I'm in this for the long run, baby. We're gonna disagree. We're gonna fight. It's a fact of life. But don't think you're getting out of it that easily." He sent her a wink and his lopsided grin.

She launched herself into his arms and held him in a near death grip. "Oh, Finn."

She began crying again. He kissed the side of her face and her hair while rubbing her back soothingly. "Rach, please stop crying. It makes me feel bad."

She pulled away and wiped at hers tears. She gave him a small smile, "Don't worry, Finn. Those were happy tears."

"Good. I hate to see my baby sad." He brushed her bangs out of her eyes and then placed both his hands on her swollen abdomen. "And I bet our little man hates hearing mommy cry, too."

"Actually, I think he does." Rachel said matter-of-factly, "Earlier when you left, I was in the bathtub and he was kicking like crazy."

He smiled and placed a kiss on Rachel's stomach. "Alright, babe, you ready to go?"

"Yep, this bench is making my ass uncomfortable anyway."

"Well we don't want that do we?" Finn stood up and offered his hand to help her up.

She took it gratefully. "Why thank you, kind sir." Rachel said in her attempted British accent.

"No problem, mate!"

Rachel looked up at him and laughed as they walked hand in hand towards the car.

"What?" Finn inquired.

"Finn, that was an Australian accent not British!" She snorted.

"Nuh-uh! That was totally British! You don't know what you're talking about."

She rolled her eyes as he opened the passenger side door for her. "Whatever you say, Finn, whatever you say."

"No. Absolutely not." Rachel stirred the pasta on the stove. "We are not, I repeat, not, naming our son Bubba! Finn, that's so degrading!"

Finn sat at the island in their apartment flipping through a baby names book they purchased about two weeks ago. "But babe, it's different! Don't we want different?"

"Yes, Finn, but Bubba? You can't seriously like that name? It's utterly ridiculous!"

"Bubba." Finn repeated in a deep, country accent that earned a giggle from Rachel.

Finn continued flipping through the pages. "Oh! How about Cornelius!"

Rachel grabbed a fork out of the silverware drawer and stuck it in the pan grabbing a hold of one stringy piece of angel hair pasta. She grasped it between her fingers, set the fork down, and turned around. Finn's back was facing towards her as he leaned over the book examining the various names printed on the pages.

She stuck her tongue out to the side, squeezed one eye shut, trying to get the perfect aim. She pulled her arm back and hurled the slimy piece of spaghetti across the room. It landed perfectly atop Finn's head. "Yes!" She screamed and threw her arms up in the air. She brought them back down and crossed them over her chest just as Finn turned around with his eyes narrowed at her. "Take that, Hudson."

"Oh, so you wanna play that game, do ya?" Finn slowly got up from the stool at the island and walked over to the pantry. He took out the flour and Rachel's eyes widened.

"No!" Rachel gasped. "I-I-I surrender!"

Finn walked towards her with a devilish grin and the bag of flour in his hands.

"Finn! No, please! This is a new top!"

He lowered the bag and pursed his lips. "Alright, alright. But it's only cause I love you. You're getting off easy this time, Mrs. Hudson."

Rachel sighed in relief. She turned back to the stove and turned it off. She drained out the pasta and set it on the island where both her and Finn helped themselves and ate the delicious meal.

Finn continued looking through the baby names book as Rachel sat across from him staring at his features. She assumed the baby would look a lot like him so she decided to try to come up with an alternate name for Finn.

After about 10 minutes of pure concentration on Finn's face, an idea hit Rachel like a ton of bricks.

"Christopher." She breathed out.

Finn glanced up from the baby names book to see Rachel staring at him. "Um, babe, my name's Finn. Is another effect of pregnancy forgetfulness?"

Rachel giggled. "No, no. Finn, I want to name our baby Christopher." She clarified.

Finn's face went blank and slightly pale.

"Finn? Are you okay?" Rachel became worried.

Finn blinked a couple times and looked her in the eyes. "Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Totally. I'm just really surprised. I mean, you wanted a unique name and Chris is pretty common."

"I did say that but you know what, I like the sound of it." She gave him a warm smile, "And it can be after your dad."

Finn's heart filled with joy. "Thanks Rach. You don't know how much this means to me." His voice was thick with emotion.

She leaned across the island to give him a kiss but couldn't make it all the way because of her bump. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips together but stayed stationary.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. "Finn, I can't reach all the way! Get your lazy ass over here or you'll miss out!"

He opened one eye and chuckled at her position. He decided that he had kept her waiting long enough and he met her halfway.

As soon as his lips touched hers, he could tell she was starting to get worked up, in a good way of course. He decided to oblige and pressed his tongue into her mouth. She immediately allowed access and brought her hand up to caress his face. He brought both his hands up to tangle into her hair.

They detached from one another because of the lack of oxygen.

"Let's take this into the bedroom." Finn said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Rachel shot him a sexy smile and bit her lip. She got up from the stool at the island but stopped momentarily. She turned around to face Finn with a look on her face he couldn't exactly decipher.

"What is it, babe?"

"Don't hate me but…I forgot that a new episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta is on tonight."

"Can't you just tape it Rach? I mean…" He looked downward.

Rachel followed his casual glance and found a very prominent erection. Rachel felt awful but then thought of a great idea.

"Well you do know the show has commercials right?"

His eyes widened at her suggestion. "C-couch sex?"

She nodded her head slowly.

He left the island, ran into the living room, and jumped over the back of the couch nearly knocking the lamp on the side table over.

Rachel waddled into the room laughing. "Eager are we?"

"I'm always eager for you, baby."