Yes another chapter done in only a few days. I feel like I am on a roll thanks to all your encouraging reviews. Hope you like this chapter it is another emotional one.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Glee.

-Finn-

I was staring at the little Isolette watching the baby breathe with the help of the machine. He was really tiny. The nurses said a little over a pound at birth and that he would fit in the palm of my hand. He had wires and tubes connected to him and looked so helpless. It broke my heart that Rachel was refusing to see him. He was three days old and had not even been touched by his mother. I put my hand in the arm hole to the isolette touching his tiny fingers trying to keep the tears at bay. "You should talk to him." a nurse assured me touching my shoulder. "He knows you." she said pointing at the monitor which was beeping faster than it was before. I nodded smiling as the nurse went to check on another baby.

"Hey, little guy." I said not really knowing what to say to the tiny infant. "I am sorry your mom hasn't been by. She is still not feeling well." I watched his chest move quickly." I know that is no excuse when you are in here fighting for your life and I am sorry about that. I know she loves you. She is at least supplying your food." I told him knowing Rachel was supplying the hospital with plenty of breast milk for him. I felt a tear fall down my cheek."I am so sorry, buddy we haven't even given you a name." I sobbed. The kind nurse came over to me again touching my back and handing me a tissue. "Thanks." I said wiping my tears away trying to control myself in front of her. "Oh honey it's okay." she said looking up from the isolette to make eye contact with me.

"Real men cry in here. It's a judgement free zone and little baby boy Berry here is definitely worth your tears. He's a fighter if I have ever seen one." I nodded "Just like his mother."she smiled "where is she? by the way. I have been here almost eight hours and have not met her." I frowned " She is not really feeling well enough to see him yet." She sighed "I am sorry to hear that. I hate when the moms have a hard time accepting the situation. The babies rarely make it with out them." I probably should have been offended but she was right. Rachel needed to be here for him.

I was back in Rachel's room a few hours later waiting for her to wake up so I could take her to the baby. She stirred smiling when she saw me sitting next to her. I kissed her forehead "Hey, Babe how are you feeling?" she winced "Sore and hungry." I laughed "Well let's go to the cafeteria." She nodded and slowly moved to get out of bed holding a pillow to her incision site. " I am getting discharged tomorrow. I think." She said as I helped her into a wheelchair. I was going to make her see her son before she left the hospital if I had to drag her kicking and screaming.

We made our way to the cafeteria and grabbed a quick meal making small talk about school and our family but never mentioning the baby. When we had finished eating I wheeled her to the fourth floor. She looked a little confused until she saw the NICU sign. "NO!" she shouted getting some nasty looks from a few employees. I bent down to face her "Look Rachel you have to at least see him. Please I will do what ever you like after that but I want you to look at that tiny baby in there." I whispered pointing to the NICU doors."He is fighting for his life and his mother doesn't seem care. If you don't do this for your son then do it for me. If you really love me and believe in us. You will do this for me." She glared at me raising her hand but I caught her wrist before she could assault me. " Rachel Barbara Berry if you don't go in there and at least look at him then I see no future for us." I told her watching the tears form in her eyes.

"Fine." She said crossing her arms. I nodded ignoring the hospital staff's glares of disapproval, standing and wheeling her towards the doors. We entered the decontamination area and scrubbed ourselves down before we went into the actual NICU. She was reluctant do do any of it. Making faces every time I instructed her to do something new but we eventually got it done.

I wheeled her into the room getting a few waves from the nurses as I took her to her son. When we reached the Isolette I saw her eyes widen. "Is that him?" she asked tearfully. I nodded "Yes. That's baby boy Berry." I stated watching her touch the plastic "Although the nurses started calling him Champ." She frowned at that as I moved around to put my finger in his hand. "He's so tiny." She cried watching the little guy."Yep but he is a fighter. From what I hear he is doing better than some of the babies who are older than him." She sobbed as she sat back down in her wheelchair. "It's all my fault." she cried dropping her face. "If I had been bigger or older he would be okay." I shook my head "No, Rach it isn't your fault these things happen. He was born early yes, but both of you are still alive. You just need to be there for him because if you give up on him and he doesn't make it that will be your fault." I moved to hold her letting her cry but not apologizing for my words because I meant everything I had just said.

After a short while she stopped crying and looked back up at the baby."Should we name him?" she asked staring at his name tag which still lacked a first name. I smiled knowing this was a big step for her. "Yeah, I had a few names in mind would you like to hear them?" "Sure ." She nodded standing up to get a better look at him. "Well I was reading up on some meanings of names and I really like Maddock or Neal both of which mean champion like his nick name or Wyatt which means little warrior." She stared at him for a minute "What about Andrew Wyatt? Andrew means strong so he could be a strong little warrior." I smiled at her as she touched the isolette "Andrew is perfect." I replied helping her at sit in the rocking chair. Noticing she never took her eyes off him.

-Rachel-

I watched my tiny son breath for an hour not wanting to leave. I loved him so much and I felt like I could do nothing for him. He was so helpless and frail. Finn had left me alone after a while promising he would be back that he was just going to go tell the nurses where I was and get a cup of had not slept in days spending every moment with me and Andrew.

I was dozing off when a nurse came to me "Are you champ's mother." she asked eying my hospital bracelet. I nodded holding my arm out so she could check it. She smiled "He is a fighter. Would you like to hold him." My eyes widened "Is he strong enough for that?" She opened the Isolette "Yes, actually. We encourage mother-child contact it really helps them get stronger."

I stood moving to the open area as she placed the baby in my hands. "I just want you to hold him steady while I change the pad." she instructed. I held him gently trying to stabilize him but he was squirming. When the nurse finished changing the pad she smiled at him still squirming in my arms."He knows your his mom." she cooed as I handed him to back to her. "How about we try something. Open your robe and stay really still." I was confused but did as she asked. She placed the baby on my chest right next to my heart smiling as if she was proud of herself." This is actually the best for a preemie. He likes the sound of your heart and the skin to skin contact keeps his temperature regulated for a little while."

I was in awe as he calmed the instant she placed him on my chest. "Hi baby." I whispered stroking his tiny back softly with a finger. "He is so soft." I said watching the nurse mess with the monitor as I held my son to my chest. She shrugged "He is actually one of the bigger babies here right now." "Wow!" I exclaimed as she gently pulled him away and placed him back in the Isolette. "Yeah, I have a feeling little champ won't be here for long." "Really?" I asked "why do you say that." "Well, Doctor Roberts is really optimistic. He says that Champ will most likely be strong enough to nurse in a few weeks and trust me that is a big milestone."

That made me nervous I was not ready to decide where he would go yet. I mean a part of me wanted to take him home and care for him because I loved him so much but then another part of me screamed that I had no Idea how to care for an infant and that he would be better off with someone who could provide all the things I could not. Though I couldn't help but dream about what it would be like to me his mother taking him to the park and dressing him in cute little outfits. "I'm Amy. I am a NICU nurse here." She stated sticking out her hand as she introduced herself. "Rachel." I replied shaking her hand "I will be little Champs nurse during the night for the next few days." She said looking at her watch "It's Andrew." I informed her. She looked up confused for a second. "His name, It's Andrew Wyatt." I said as the look of confusion softened into a happy expression. " Strong little warrior." she said pulling his name card out and scribbling it down. "Yeah how did you know?" I asked. She frowned " I had a preemie too. He was not much older then little Andrew here but he didn't make it. My husband and I fussed over the name at first trying to give him one that would fit him." She said her eyes watering at the memory as she looked over at my baby. "I am so sorry." I said feeling guilty that my baby was younger and still alive. She shook her head smiling again "Don't be that is why I do this. Riley led me to my calling and now I get to help other preemies." I nodded watching her turn toward the curtain that separated Andrew from another baby. "If you need anything just ask for me." She said as she walked to the next baby. I sighed wanting to go back to my room now but not wanting to leave my son.

So...What did you think? please review to let me know as I am currently working on the next chapter which will answer a few questions I am sure you want answered .