Chapter 12

"Peter, honey?" Ellen asked as she walked into the living room. Her husband was sitting in his usually spot in front of the TV, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"Ellen?" he replied and turned his head to look at her.

"Do you think we did the right thing? Kicking Henry and Helen out and then moving away without leaving any traces what so ever?" The woman slowly moved over to the couch to sit down, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt.

"If the punk thinks he has to knock up that girl, just like his own father did to his mother, it's his own fault. I didn't wanna be stuck with a crying baby while the two of them tried to keep up their lifestyle," Peter mumbled and put out his cigarette, immediately grabbing more tobacco to roll himself another one.

"But they don't have anyone else. They only have us." Ellen's voice was filled with guilt and Peter rolled his eyes.

"For once, be thankful for the decisions we make. Henry is a monster, you know it yourself. We tried to warn Helen, she didn't listen. So now the two deal with it on her own. Now resume your chores, I want to watch my show." His voice sounded grumpy and Ellen got up, walking back in the kitchen.

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"Peter...Peter...PETER..." Ellen shrieked as she stood in the kitchen. Peter's eyebrow raised and he got up from his armchair, walking into the kitchen.

"What is it?" he asked, sounding rather annoyed, and made his way over to his wife, who was turning up the volume on the TV.

"A horrible crime has set in the middle of Brooklyn. A woman, her name Helen McAdams, was beaten to death with bare hands by her very own ex-husband Henry Smith, while the child the two share was locked up in a closet, listening to the entire thing happening."

Ellen simply stared at the TV, her mouth agape. Peter felt a feeling of uneasiness overcome him and he grabbed the remote to turn off the TV.

"Peter we must go back to New York. We must. We must take care of their little girl..." Ellen started to rant, growing more and more hysterical with each word. Peter on the other hand remained calm, grabbing his wife's wrists to calm her, but instead she talked herself up more in a frenzy, trying to free herself. The same moment Peter raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

"Don't you dare go back to New York. I will not be associated with a criminal like Henry. I told you, he's garbage, he's a screw up and his daughter will turn out exactly like him. I don't want her in my house, understood?" He sneered and let go of Ellen, walking into the living room. She remained in the kitchen, staring after her husband in shock. A ringing of the phone startled Ellen and she immediately picked up.

"Yes?" She picked up.

"Is this Ellen Smith-Henderson?" a deep, male voice said. Ellen froze a little and she debated what to do.

"No...no. Why?" she stuttered and bit her lip.

"This is officer Greene, NYPD. We're looking for Henry Smith's aunt. The last address we were able to make out was this one," the officer said. She swallowed hard at the words and sighed.

"Yeah. You got the wrong number. She doesn't live here." With that she hung up the phone and put it away. She resumed making her husband's sandwich, turning the TV back on and changing the channel as if nothing had happened.

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"How come you have changed your mind now?" Officer Jamson asked while sitting across from Ellen. Sarah sat beside Officer Jamson.

"My husband died a month ago. After we buried him I just couldn't get rid of the thought that my nephew's daughter was out there somewhere with a stranger." Ellen bit her lower lip and nervously fumbled with her purse.

"Mrs. Smith-Henderson, you are 54 years old. How do you expect to take care of a girl of five who has special needs? How come you want to take her away from the family she is with now, whom she loves and provides her a safe environment?" Sarah questioned her with a serious voice; she had no sympathy for her whatsoever.

"I have my step daughter, who is 32. She offered to help me as well, to raise Lilly with me," she spoke quickly, growing a little annoyed with the questioning. "And a loving family? Like the first one you put her with, who abused her in every way possible?" The officer looked over to Sarah, who looked back at him, biting her lip.

"I can assure you the two people Lilly is now living with are the complete opposite of her first family. She is furthermore under closer watch and both Mr. and Mrs. Hudson provide her with the special needs she requires." Sarah was getting increasingly frustrated with the woman in front of her. She hoped to convince her that fighting the Hudsons would just have a negative influence on her.

"I don't care what or who those people are. Lilly belongs with her family," Ellen said and glared at Sarah.

"Define family? Being close to the one person who used to be close to the guy who murdered her mother?" Sarah spit out and the officer gave Sarah a glare, while Ellen gasped at her in shock.

"Don't you dare! I am not like my nephew and I never will be. What happened was tragic and wrong, but no one can blame me for my nephews mistakes," Ellen shot back, her blood boiling.

"If you hadn't abandoned him, your niece-in-law would still be alive. Lilly would still have a mother and this wouldn't even be an issue." Sarah now fully and openly attacked her. She shot up and pushed her chair away, storming out of the room. She needed fresh air. That woman made her sick, but what made her even sicker was the thought that Finn and Rachel might lose Lilly after everything they went through together.

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Rachel arrived at home after running errands all day, a smile on her face when she heard the squeals and giggles of Lilly while walking through the door. She carried the mail over into the kitchen and dropped it on the table, putting her stuff away and following the sound of her husband and her daughter. She spotted the two in their bedroom, Finn's feet in the air while Lilly was laying on them, her hands tightly grasping Finn's.

"And whooooooooooooooosh you fly away to Lima, but what is that? Turbulence!" Finn roared and started to wiggle and shift from side to side, causing Lilly to have a fit of laughter. Suddenly Finn lost his balance and Lilly fell of his feet, plopping onto the mattress. She held her tummy and laughed really loudly, tears running down her cheeks.

"What about me? I am going to be stuck in New York all alone?" Rachel asked and made her way over to the bed. Lilly gasped for air and giggles while she got on her knees, holding her arms out for her mother.

"Mommy...mommy...come join us in the plane." She squealed and grabbed her hands, pulling her on the bed. Rachel smiled and laid down next to Finn, pressing her lips in a soft kiss against his.

"No kissing. Flying," Lilly insisted and jumped on Finn's chest. He gasped for air and looked at her, raising his arms to tickle Lilly.

"I can kiss your Mommy whenever I want. Don't even," he said and tickled her even more. Lilly screamed and squealed and quickly scrambled off of him, clinging to Rachel.

"Mommy make him stoooooop..." she cried with laughter and Rachel slapped his hands away, hugging Lilly to her chest.

"Okay, okay. I give up. I'll go get something to drink. It's almost bed time anyway, Lil." He winked and got up, walking off to the kitchen. Lilly snuggled into Rachel and put her chin on her chest, looking up at her. Lilly's cheeks were red and rosy, her eyes glassy but wide open, filled with joy.

"Mommy, can you sing a me a song today?" Lilly asked and crawled up on her chest a little, putting her head on her shoulder. Rachel nodded and kissed her cheek.

"What song do you want me to sing, baby girl?" Rachel wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth, a smile grazing her lips.

"The one Uncle Kurt showed me on his phone, where you sing to Daddy in school," she said and Rachel smiled a little. It was the perfect song.

"I can't win, I can't reign, I will never win this game...without you...without you..." she softly started to sing. The very same moment Finn came back into the bedroom, his eyes full of tears, a white sheet of paper in his hand. He stopped dead in his tracks when he recognized the song Rachel was singing.

"I can't quit now, this can't be right...I can't take one more sleepless night...without you...without youuuuu," she sang and Finn's heart almost burst. He just watched two in amazement and he swallowed hard when Lilly drifted off to sleep.

"I am lost...I am vain...I'll never be the same...without youuuuu...without youuuu." Rachel softly finished the song and holding Lilly close to her, tears in her eyes as well.

"Rach...I...Rach have you seen this?" Finn held up the piece of paper and Rachel squinted her eyes. She recognized the logo of the clinic they went to. She gulped.

"I...wait...I...let me put Lilly to bed," she said and got off the bed, walking into Lilly's room. She put her to bed while Finn made his way over to their bed, sitting down. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down at the paper.

"Finn...I...what does it say?" Rachel asked as she walked back into their bedroom, closing the door behind her. Finn looked up when he heard her voice, tears now falling down his cheeks like a waterfall.

"Rach...Rachel...baby...we...this says...uhm..." He stammered and Rachel rushed over this him, growing to anxious to wait for his answer. She snatched the letter out of his hand and skimmed through it, her chin dropping. This could not be possible.

"I am what?" She gasped and dropped the letter while her hands flew up to cover her mouth in utter shock.

"You are...pregnant," Finn murmured and he stared at her. Once Finn spoke the words, it sunk in. She was pregnant. She was pregnant.

"We'll have a baby?" she said breathlessly and finally let out a squeal, lashing forward to wrap her arms around his neck, knocking him on the bed. Finn was still in shock, but his arms circled her waist and he held her close while she placed a million kisses all over his face.

"We're going to have...a baby...that...we created..." he mumbled and Rachel felt her tears increasing, pressing her lips to his in utter joy. He kissed her back eagerly and rolled them over.

"A baby..." He breathed out and kissed his way down her body, raising her shirt enough to expose her still flat tummy. His lips immediately found it and he placed endless butterfly kisses on her abdomen, smiling against it, his tears running down fast, soaking her with them.

"Finn...Finn, baby, oh my...a baby," she whispered and pulled his face up to look into his eyes.

"I can't believe it," he whispered back and leaned down to mash his lips together with hers, the kiss growing more and more intense. Soon clothes were flying everywhere and Finn was inside of her, holding her body and moving gently, his lips seeking hers, his tongue caressing his wife's.

"I love you so much, so much...so so much," Finn mumbled against her lips and kept moving until she arched her body into his, her mouth connected to his to swallow her cries. That was all it took for him to let go as well, hovering above her.

"I love you, Finn. I love you so much." She kept kissing him and clung to him while he rolled off. He smiled and laced their fingers together, his free arm holding her tightly to his chest. Both of their hearts were beating fast, a mix of sweat and tears covering their bodies. They both were in utter bliss, not knowing what the next morning would hold for them.