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"Finn, Jesus, why did I never eat these things when I wasn't pregnant?" Rachel asked Finn, looking over at him from the other side of the couch. She held a hamburger in her petit hands, grinning over at him.
Finn laughed a little and just shrugged, "Well, you were kind of a vegan before you got pregnant.." He took a sip of his water and ran his hands slowly over his wife's feet, which rested in his lap gently.
"Never fear. I will go back to my ways as a loyal vegan after your daughters are born. Which I hope is soon, because I already feel like a whale and it's only been five months." She told him, ending her rant with a long sigh.
"You're beautiful, Rach. Words can't even express how crazy beautiful you are."
"If you really mean that, you'd do something special for me," she said, lifting one foot a little and wiggling it around. "They're swollen and they hurt." Rachel smiled sweetly at him, batting her eyelashes.
He rolled his eyes and took her swollen foot in his hands and massaged it slowly. Rachel always swore that if the military thing didn't work out, he could become a masseuse at how magical his hands were. But maybe that's just because he was her husband. Either way, she loved it. And she loved that hamburger because she took the last bite of her second one.
Finn kneaded his knuckles into her small foot, admiring each toe and freshly painted black toenail, realizing that he might not have ever seen these toes again. And he realized that he had forgotten what her toes looked like when he was gone. Note to self, he thought, remember to pay close attention to the little things about Rachel, like her toes.
Rachel had finished the last of her second hamburger and relaxed into the soft cushions of the couch, feeling her eyelids come closer together with each passing second. By the time Finn had switched to the next foot, he realized she was fast asleep.
He obviously couldn't carry her to their bedroom, given his current state with walking and what not, and he couldn't exactly lay next to her given his leg was almost in a full cast. So he settled with just letting her feet rest in his lap.
They'd had a relaxing few days of being home. Hot baths every night, tea before bed, cuddling and snuggling to no end. Not to mention, Rachel was almost like a rabbit when it came to sex these days. Usually, she didn't like to do it more than once a day, but her hormones were driving her nuts and it was almost like she couldn't get enough of him. He did not mind that one bit.
They were scheduled for a flight later that afternoon to Lima, Ohio. It was time to visit their parents, especially Finn's, since they hadn't seen him since before Christmas, and they had been under the impression that he had been dead for the past four months as well. He was not particularly worried about Rachel on this flight, because it really was only around an hour's length in time.
They would stay in Lima for the week, visiting and relaxing at Finn's home, because Rachel's fathers would only be in town for three days before leaving for Miami on an anniversary vacation. Her fathers tended to vacation a lot, and that was okay because they preferred the sun to the dreary weather of Lima any day, but then again, who wouldn't prefer that?
Mr. Schuester had called Finn up that morning also, wondering if he and Rachel could possibly stop by the school and say hello to the newest crop of Glee kids, to which he gladly agreed. They made a point to stop by at least once a year to visit the kids, because they were kind of legends at Mckinley. Well, not at Mckinley, but in the Glee club, which was still going strong with the losers of the school. It was still at the bottom. Finn would never admit it, but he really preferred it at the bottom of the social heap, because being slushied at least once in a person's life was good. It built character to get soaked in the sticky, freezing liquid.
Anyway, his brain was off topic. They'd packed lightly, and Rachel had rescheduled a doctor's appointment, which actually turned out to be difficult because when Rachel first got pregnant, she began seeing a very reputable doctor, often to Broadway and movie stars in the city; very posh, but very good care. Anyhow, it was difficult to find a slot to move her appointment to, because apparently that doctor was extremely booked, like restaurant reservations. Finn had suggested they try another doctor, but Rachel vehemently refused. If there was anything she was extremely particular about, it was doctors. Rachel was the kind of person who needed the opinion of every person around her, even if she wasn't going to listen to the opinion in the first place. So when it came to choosing doctors, she needed the best of the best. He didn't mind that.
Finn leaned his head back on the couch and sighed, letting his heavy eyelids close. And just as his mind began to slip from him, a jingle of keys and a quick knock on the door let him know that Kurt was coming in, and he couldn't stop him. He sat his head up and blinked blearily. He entered the apartment and set his man purse, or whatever you would call it, down on the table by the door and stood in front of the couch. "Hey," he said quietly, noticing that Rachel was out, "So I'm coming back to Lima with you guys today. Oh, jeez," he said, noticing the sleepiness on Finn's face, "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."
"Nah, I wasn't asleep. Just kind of dozing. But yeah, that's cool. Mom and Burt will like that." He replied, nodding a little.
"Yeah, I figure it'll be nice to have the whole family together for a little while. I can only stay for three days though, cause Fashion Week is starting soon and Isabelle has me swamped. But I told her this was a family crisis, so we're good."
"Oh, well hey, it's better than nothing, right?" He said quietly, running his fingers along Rachel's leg. She fidgeted in her sleep and frowned a little, then sat up.
"So the sleeping giant has awoken." Kurt said jokingly, sitting in the chair opposite the couch.
Finn had never seen a more evil glare come from Rachel Berry Hudson's eyes, and she aimed it right at Kurt. "The girls woke me up because they won't stop moving around. But you just called me a giant."
Kurt shook his head, holding a hand out defensively. "I didn't mean it like that, grumpy pants."
"You think this is funny," she asked, sitting up with difficulty, placing her hand on her stomach protectively, "being pregnant with twins isn't funny Kurt. It sucks and it's hard work." She spat at him, her glare holding on his face. Finn could see the tears rimming her eyelids, and he wished he could say something, but he figured it was best to stay out of it. "You know, you men are all the same, gay or straight! You're all assholes and you only care about yourself! You think it's so funny to make fun of me because I'm pregnant, well it's not funny Kurt!" She stood up, her hands resting on her lower back and she paced around the living room. "You don't know what it feels like at all, so don't you ever call me grumpy again or I swear I'll make you pay!"
She stomped toward the bedroom and slammed the door, and Finn could hear her sobbing from the living room. He looked toward Kurt, his eyes wide and shocked. "Sorry about that.. She's been.. doing that a lot. It's not you, I swear." He told Kurt, laughing a little.
Kurt shook his head, nodding. "It's the pregnancy hormones making her crazy. I just feel bad for you because you've got to live with it. Back when we lived together in college, I swore she PMS'ed sometimes, but she never got this bad.."
"Yeah, she kind of cries like, five times a day. And then she'll get really happy, then she'll want to have sex-"
"Whoa now. TMI, Finn." Kurt said, laughing a little. "And do you know what?"
"What?" Finn asked, folding his arms behind his head and resting against them.
"It's only going to get worse, and you have this for like three or four more months."
Finn sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I'm not sure I'll make it till then."
"Nah, you'll get through it. You know, I've always got an extra bed at my place."
"I'll be okay, I think." He told Kurt, smiling a little.
Kurt stood and grabbed his man purse again. "Well, see you in two hours at the airport. Do not be late."
"I don't think I can, because I have that one in there. She's probably the most punctual person in the world."
Kurt laughed lightly and nodded, then left the apartment, leaving Finn sitting alone on the couch. Rachel's sobs had stopped, and it was silent in the apartment.
Carefully, Finn maneuvered himself into his chair and slowly wheeled himself to their bedroom, knocking gingerly on the door. "Rachel?"
"Is Kurt out there?" she asked quietly, her voice thick with the remnants of the sobs she had previously been cursed with.
"No, he's gone back to his apartment." Finn told her gently, reaching to twist the doorknob. He found it was locked; not surprising for Rachel.
He heard the click of the doorknob turning and unlocking, then the door opened and he saw Rachel standing before him, with red-rimmed eyes and messy hair. Finn reached his arms out and pulled her into his lap, allowing her to sit on his good leg. He kissed her neck gently and breathed in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. One smell he could never get enough of.
Rachel sighed and kissed his scruffy cheek, then looked up at him, "Is Kurt upset with me?"
"No, he's fine.. He just went back to pack and stuff cause he's coming to Lima with us."
"Oh," she muttered, a little upset, "I don't know what I was thinking, yelling like that. I'm so sorry.." she said, and he could tell she was close to tears.
His hand slid soothingly up and down her back, comforting her, "Hey, don't cry babe. I'm sure he forgives you. It's no big deal."
"I'm just sick of not being in control of my emotions." She told him through a sob, "I don't want to be pregnant anymore. It's not fun at all."
"Babe, it's gonna be fine. We're getting through it together, okay? And you only have a few months left, then we'll have the babies here."
"I'm not even prepared. I haven't even begun on the nursery, and how do we even know I'll be a good mother? I'm already a mediocre wife, and I'll probably just be a mediocre mother, too."
"Rachel, don't you ever say that about yourself again. Do you hear me?" Finn told her sternly, looking into her eyes. "You are not, nor have you ever been a mediocre wife. You're all that I could hope for and more.. I don't even know what you saw in me all those years ago, and what you still see to be able to stay with me. Really, Rachel.." he shook his head, sighing. "You are perfect in every sense of the word. You are headstrong, stubborn, difficult, and passionate. You are everything that I need and everything that I adore and you could never be less. Our children will love you, and you will be amazing." He finished his monologue off with a gentle kiss to the cheek, and she couldn't help but blush a bit at his words.
"You're my beacon of light, guiding me through the darkness." She told him, grinning. She remembered back in their senior year of high school, he had told her that. And they broke up the following year, and they were both in the dark. Somehow, miraculously, they found their way back to each other.
"Finn, I have to ask you something." Rachel said seriously, pulling out of his grasp slightly to look him in his eyes.
Finn frowned a little, wondering if this was bad or not. "Anything, Rach. You know you can ask me anything."
"Can you go get me the ice cream from the freezer?" She asked him, biting her lip ever so slightly as she stood from his chair.
He laughed quietly and nodded, wheeling his chair into the kitchen to get the quart of frozen deliciousness from the freezer, then brought it back to her along with a spoon.
She took it from him and curled up on the couch, watching some reality show that she was obsessed with at this point in time. Her show choices changed almost as often as her wardrobe changes did.
Later in the day, when they were finally packed and Rachel had changed clothes yet again, convinced she looked like a whale, they were ready to head to the airport. She had checked and rechecked the bags to ensure that there was nothing suspicious and pat down worthy in them, and there wasn't. Security was a breeze, and the plane was not packed in the slightest. That was not surprising though, because really, how many people from New York wanted to go to Ohio? Not many.
The plane ride, as he'd suspected, was short and sweet and to the point, and Rachel hardly freaked out on takeoff. He was feeling fine as well, having taken two painkillers fro his leg the hour before, so things really weren't bad at all.
Kurt met them there, and Rachel had profusely apologized. The two had quickly gotten back into the swing of being best friends, and no sooner had they made up did they begin vehemently discussing the Broadway world; who was in what shows, what was good right now, and who did they think would win a Tony this year. Finn, who was certainly no expert in Broadway, truly believed Rachel would win a Tony. She had been invited to attend the upcoming awards in September, hadn't she? And to him, her performance as Eva Peron in Evita was simply outstanding, and much better than the sub par performances he'd seen in years past when Rachel had dragged him to see show after show after show.
She would be perfect and he just knew it. He just knew she'd win something. But now, he let his mind rest on that plane ride, absentmindedly listening to Rachel and Kurt discuss Kurt's plans for the nursery. He had big, extravagant plans.
His brain clouded a little and he could not keep himself awake any longer.
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