Four days later Rachel was release from the hospital and began the heartbreaking task of planning her daughter's funeral. It was more like Santana and Rachel's fathers doing the planning because Rachel was in a catatonic state. Rachel lied in bed most of the time just staring off into space. No matter what was tried nothing could bring Rachel out of it. Santana was going over some last minute things when her phone rang, she didn't even need to look at it to know who it was.
"Hi Puck." He had called Santana 3 to 4 times a day since Rachel had been in the accident.
"How is she doing?" Santana could hear how tired he was. Everything was weighing on him and Santana felt bad for him. He lost his girlfriend, daughter and most of his friends all in a six-hour time span. Even though it was all his fault Santana felt for him.
"The same she was when you called this morning." Every time he called it was the same two questions over and over. "And no there is nothing you can do." Santana heard him sigh on the other end.
"Did she get the flowers I sent?"
"Yes Puck we have gotten all 6 arrangements. They are beautiful but please stop sending them." Santana was rubbing her temples all this stress was getting to her. "Listen Puck I have lots to do I need to go."
"San can I come please?" Puck had been begging Santana to let him go to the funeral. If it were up to Santana she would let him be there. He dissevered to be there but Rachel didn't want him there.
"Puck she is not going to change her mind. I know you want to be there and I think you should but it would be more harm than good." Santana swore she could hear his defeat through the phone.
"If I send flowers can you please make sure they get put on her grave. She was my daughter too." Santana could hear the tears clouding Noah's voice. No matter how mad she was at the boy who broke her best friend she had to feel a little for him.
"You get them to me and I'll make sure they get there. Bye Puck." Santana hung up the phone putting it down on the counter. The tanned girl got up from her spot and walked to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water. Walking up the stairs Santana couldn't believe how quite the house was. As long as she had been living there it was never silent. There was always something going on whether it was Rachel singing or her dads watching TV it was always something. Going into Rachel's room Santana was shocked to see Rachel sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Hey beautiful are you hungry?' Santana asked as she sat down beside Rachel holding the water out to her.
"No I'm fine." Rachel just kept looking down at her lap. Santana moved closer to see what she was looking at.
"This was Mia's first picture." The tiny brunette ran her fingers over the ultrasound image that sat on her lap. Even though the baby was no longer there they have already taken to calling her Mia for short. "Just a few hours after this she was gone." Rachel's face stayed emotionless as she spoke. Rachel hadn't cried since the night in the hospital.
"Have you slept at all?" Santana pulled Rachel so her head was resting in her lap and started playing with Rachel's hair.
"A little." Santana nodded and kept playing with Rachel's hair. As she ran her fingers through it she couldn't help but think that it wasn't as soft was it used to be and not as shinny either. After a little while she lifted Rachel head and slid a pillow under it.
"I have some stuff to do I'll be down stairs if you need me." Rachel nodded her head as Santana left the room. Once she was alone again Rachel ran her fingers over the picture again and placed a soft kiss on the tiny black and white image before sliding it under her pillow. Lying back down Rachel decided to try and get some sleep. Breathing deeply in and out Rachel could feel her tiny body start to relax. Drifting further into sleep Rachel's mind started to wonder.
Rachel was laying in her hospital bed her beautiful baby girl lying on her breast. The little girl started to squirm and fuss.
"Looks like someone's hungry." Noah was smiling at the two people he loved the most.
"I bet she is.'" Rachel was about to pick up a bottle when Shelby and Quinn walked into the room.
"What are you two doing here?" Rachel asked confused by the sudden appearance of the two women.
"I've come to get what's mine." Quinn told her while holding her hand out to Puck. "Come on Noah Beth is waiting for her daddy." Puck smiled at the blonde and took her hand. Leaving the chair Puck looked over his shoulder.
"Bye man hands." The two left the room hand in hand and smiling at each other. Shelby came closer to the bed and took the baby out of the stunned Rachel's arms.
"You don't deserve to have anyone to love." Shelby held the baby close to her chest and left the room.
"Give me my baby." Rachel yelled to the retreating form. "Give me my baby back."
Rachel woke with a start her heart pounding in her chest and having hard time breathing. Looking around Rachel saw she was in her room and her breath was coming a little easier. Lying back down Rachel took a few deep breaths trying to slow her heart rate. Looking at her ceiling tears started to fill her eyes but she refused to let them fall.