Hey guys! Sorry that it took so long to update, but I was having some trouble with chapter forty, and I usually like to have a certain amount of chapters done, before updating. And I know how terrible I was for making you wait that long after a cliffhanger, but hopefully this chapter will make up for it.
Oh, and I'm also almost done with chapter three of "Love Isn't Always Beautiful' (fucking finally), so I'm really excited about that, too. I promise, as soon as I finish proofreading, I'll drop everything I'm doing and post it; you guys have waited long enough.
This chapter is rated M for sex, language, and adult themes.
Now on to Chapter Thirty Eight:
Hold Your Hand
Chapter Thirty Eight
Rachel swallowed hard as she looked up at Finn, carefully studying his face as her brain searched for something, anything to say. At that moment, all she wanted to do was run away; just grab Olivia, run home from the coffee shop, and into Sam's arms; in fact, she almost did. The only thing that was keeping the small girl from dashing out the door was the fact that her body had basically gone completely limp, and the fact that the tall boy was standing right in front of her seat, and his tall body was blocking her, thus ruining any escape plan that she could have thought up.
He hadn't changed too much, since high school. He still had a baby face that still carried that confused and constipated expression.
"F-Finn?" she stuttered, still awestruck.
"Hey, Rachel," he smiled down at her, "long time no talk, huh?"
"No," she shook her head and picked up Olivia in her arms; from what she remembered from high school, the smaller brunette wasn't such a big fan of Finn, "is there something you want?"
"Wow, Rachel," the tall boy crossed his arms, "that was kind of mean…"
"Look Finn," she sighed, "I'm sorry if you think that I'm being mean, but don't you think I have a right? We kind of ended on a bad note, the last time we really talked."
"Are you serious?" he shook his head in disbelief, "you're the one who said Sam's name when we were making out… how do you think that made me feel?"
"Oh my god," she buried her face into her hands, "that was three years ago? Why don't you just grow up? Get a life! Don't you have anything else better to do?"
"Whore" he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Rachel shook her head, unable to believe what she just heard.
"Nothing…"
"No," she glared up at him, "tell me what you just called me."
"I… I didn't say anything."
"You know what, Finn?" the brown eyed girl shook her head in disgust, "you're a fucking coward; why don't you just fucking grow a pair, already, and be a man? You know what you said, I know what you said, so why don't you just admit it?"
"Fine!" he exclaimed, "I called you a whore! And you know what? I don't regret it! You are a whore, Rachel; and a slut, too."
"Alright, fine," she crossed her arms, "tell me, Finn; tell me exactly how I'm a whore, and a slut!"
"You got knocked up at, like, seventeen; it's kind of a given."
"You obviously don't know what 'whore' means; I suggest you get a dictionary."
"God Rachel, you're so stupid; haven't you ever watched that show 'Sixteen and Pregnant'? That's you; just a stupid, slutty, drunk whore; yet I was able to look past all of that, and you were still a complete bitch to me, when we were dating; hell, you were thinking about some guy who left you, when we were making out!"
"I…" Rachel breathed, "I am nothing like any of those mothers; I'm happily married, I'm in school, and I have a steady job… all while taking care of two kids."
"Two?" Finn's eyes grew wide, "you have two kids? You're even sluttier than I thought… how many guys have you done it with?"
"That's absolutely none of your business!" she exclaimed, and stood up out of her chair with Olivia still in her arms, "now get the hell out of my way."
"Why?" he shook his head, "oh, I'm sorry, I forgot; you can't go an hour without having sex with someone."
"You know what?" the short girl bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry in front of her daughter, "go fuck yourself, Finn." She watched as the dark haired boy reluctantly moved out of the way, before walking out the door, not bothering to look back.
Rachel let out a shaky breath as she looked into her bathroom mirror. It had been a week since she had talked to Finn at the coffee shop, but now, his words were really starting to make her think. "I'm not a whore…" she whispered, looking straight at her reflection, "I've only ever slept with one guy…"
But… maybe Finn was right; was she a slut? She was only twenty two years old, and she already had two children, both of which, at the time, were accidents. Sure, she loved the girls more than a mother has ever loved her children, before, and she wouldn't trade them for anything, but… most girls her age were living in dorms, or going to big college parties… maybe that was why Sam had ever liked her in the first place; she did put out after just a few months of dating… but then again… she only did so because she really, truly loved him, and wanted to be as close to him as possible.
She wasn't very pretty, no matter what Sam said… her hair and eyes were a dark, dirty brown… her breasts were disgustingly small; she had absolutely no curves, whatsoever; and her nose… oh god, don't get her started on her nose; it was huge, ugly, and completely disproportionate to her face; of course Sam only loved her because they had sex; and honestly… could she really blame him?
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Rachel?" Sam called with a wide smile on his face, as he walked into the apartment. It had been a pretty great day. His boss had just given him some awesome news; news that he had been waiting for for quite a while. But when he walked into the living room, the only thing he could see was Olivia, who was watching television, and playing with her shoes.
"Hey, princess," he smiled down at her.
"Hi, daddy."
"Where's mommy?"
"In her room…" she turned her attention back to the television screen.
"Rach?" he called again as he knocked on the closed door a few times, before walking in, his eyes widening at what he saw.
The small girl was laying stomach down, on the full sized bed, as she sobbed into a pillow, "Rae?" he sat down next to her on the bed, placing a gentle hand on her waist, "why… why are you crying?"
"Sam?" she looked up from the pillow, her eyes red, swollen, and glassy with tears. Her body was trembling, "I have to ask you something; and I need you to be completely honest with me."
"Of course," he nodded, wrapping his arms around her petite body, beginning to gently rock her back and forth, "you can ask me anything."
"When you think of me do you… am I…" she sighed, "do you think of me as your whore?"
"Do I think of you as my whore?" the green eyed boy shook his head in disbelief; was his wife seriously asking him this? Or better yet, was this really what ran through her mind? How long had she been thinking that? And who ever planted that thought in her mind, in the first place? She couldn't have just come up with that on her own… unless… "baby… do… do you feel that I'm not treating you the way I should?"
"Huh?" she shook her head in confusion, "what do you mean?"
"No, I'm serious," he looked into eyes, emerald green meeting chocolate brown, "Rachel, if… if I did anything to make you feel that way, then-"
"N-no," she shook her head, "you're… you're incredible, it's just…I'm whore, and a slut, and…" she began to break down, again, burying her face back into the pillow, "…and I'm not pretty…"
"What?" he rubbed soothing circles on her back, "of course you're pretty… you're… you're beautiful, baby… where's all this coming from?"
"It's not hard for me to see that I'm disgusting," she mumbled, "I just have to look in a mirror."
The blonde boy felt his heart begin to break, "first of all, Rachel, you're not disgusting; you're beautiful… second… since when do you see yourself as a whore or a slut?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "since a while, I guess; that's what my dads called me, right before they kicked me out… and…"
"And what?" he asked curiously, gently moving the hair out of her eyes, "there's something that you aren't telling me…"
"N-no, I… I just… I…"
"Rachel, I know you…" he looked down at her, "I know when you're lying to me… something's going on, and I need to know what it is… what…" he kissed her temple, "what's going on?"
"Okay…" she sighed, "so… last week… when Olivia and I went to Starbucks, we… we… we ran into Finn."
"Finn?" his eyes widened, "what… what happened?"
"We… he… he said that I was a whore, and a slut; and that he was doing me a favor when we went back out, during our senior year; that he was the only one that saw past all of my dirty sluttiness…"
"Why didn't you tell me?" he shook his head, gently stroking her hair.
"I don't know," Rachel shook her head and shrugged, "I… I didn't want you to get upset… I… I know how you get around, or even when someone mentions Jesse, and things have just been going so well, so I… I…" she buried her face into his chest.
"Rachel," he whispered, placing two fingers under her chin, moving her head up and making her eyes meet his, "I love you so much," he placed a tender kiss on the side of her lips, "I don't love you just because we have sex… and… and maybe I haven't really been doing a good job of showing it… maybe that's something that I need to work on, and I'm sorry…"
"I'm still ugly as shit," she muttered under her breath, "my eyes aren't a pretty hazel, like Quinn's, or a beautiful blue, like Brittany's; they're brown… the color of dirt… just like my hair," she sniffled, "how can you stand it?"
"Stand what?" Sam shook his head in confusion.
"Looking at me!" Rachel began to sob, again, and buried her face into his chest.
"Rachel, I… words can't even begin to describe how beautiful you are… it… it kind of hurts my feelings when you don't believe what I tell you."
"You… you really think I'm pretty?" she asked him, her voice so soft, that it was almost a whisper.
"No," he pressed his lips against her ear, "you're not pretty… you're gorgeous…"
"What about my boobs?"
"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Do… do you think that my boobs are too… small?"
"Seriously?" he rubbed his face, "how many times have we gone over this? You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen; you're not a whore; you're not a slut… you're a mother, a wife, and a girl who can't resist some Sam Evans lovin'."
"You're such a perve," Rachel tried to conceal a small giggle.
"Hey," he shrugged, "it got you to smile… look," he kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry that I might make it seem that sex is all I care about… it's really not… I'll try not to talk about it, or ask for it as much as I do."
"No," she shook her head, "it's not you, I swear; it's just… you need to understand how hard it is for me to believe that a guy as handsome as you would… you know… be into me."
"Rachel…" he sighed, "you… you really need to stop putting yourself down, all the time; you're beautiful, and… well… there's only so much Rachel hate I can take…" he pressed his forehead against hers.
"Aw," she beamed up at him, "my point is…" she pushed his blonde bangs out of his eyes, "that… I… I feel the most beautiful when… when… when we're making love, and when you're touching me… everywhere…"
"Really?" Sam held her even closer to him.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I… I love you, Sam."
"I love you, too, baby," he kissed her cheek. The two of them sat there in silence for the next few minutes, before Sam mumbled, "I almost forgot…"
"Forgot what?"
"I… I… my boss talked to me, today…" he began.
"And?"
"I… Rachel, I… I got the store…"
"You mean…" she raised an eyebrow, "it's… it's yours?"
"Yes," he nodded, chuckling when he felt her wrap her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, "next month, the comic book shop will be all mine."
"That's so great!" she kissed him deeply, "you see? I knew you could do it!" she kissed his forehead, "you can do anything you set your mind to!"
"You're proud of me?"
"Yes, I'm proud of you!" she exclaimed, "of course I'm proud of you!"
"So proud that you want to get naked and roll around on the bed with me?"
"Hey," she smirked, "I thought that you said you were going to cut down on asking for sex."
"I was," he nodded, "but then you said that having sex with me makes you feel beautiful, so if you think about it, doing it a lot is a pretty good thing for the both of us."
The brown eyed girl giggled and rolled her almost completely dry eyes, "nice try, blondie."
.X.x.X.x.X.
Rachel sighed happily as she let the warm water that was gently pouring out of the shower head hit her neck.
It had been a week since Sam had told her that he was going to be taking over the comic book shop, and honestly, she was pretty excited about it. The small girl was extremely happy that her husband would soon be able to choose his own hours, and spend more time with the three of them.
"Ah!" she jumped when she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her petite body.
"Relax," Sam smirked down at her, "it's just me, baby."
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I just thought we could shower together and save some water. We have to think about the environment, after all." The hand that was still on her waist moved slowly to her ass and squeezed it slightly.
She let out a little moan when he did so and turned around to look at him. He had an innocent look on his face that, if Rachel didn't know better, would have convinced her that those were his true intentions.
She ran her hands up his chest until she reached his neck and wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him towards her so she could kiss him. He complied and kissed her back eagerly. His tongue ran along her lower lip, asking for entrance that she gladly gave him.
The feeling of their tongues dancing together and the way his mouth tasted always made her feel like she was flying high and her mind always went blank. She whimpered when Sam pulled back from her lips but he quickly went on to kiss her neck.
"So the environment is all you had in mind when you came in here?" Rachel surprised herself by actually being able to form a coherent sentence.
"Of course." He said this while kissing her neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a bruise.
The brown eyed girl bit her lower lip and rubbed her body against his, feeling his hard erection against her stomach. It was amazing how she could be this confident and bold with him.
"Funny, I could almost swear that wasn't it."
"Really? What makes you think that?" She rubbed her body against his again, thrusting her hips upward and hearing him moan against her ear.
"Just a certain part of your body that's pressed against me right now." Rachel said while reaching between them and running a finger along his length. She could feel him shudder slightly before tightening his grip on her.
"You know, you're a very naughty girl Rachel, but maybe you're right." He pressed her up against the shower wall and placed one of his knees between her legs. One of his hands ran up and down her thigh, caressing it gently.
The combination of his lips and hands touching her sent shivers all over her body. Rachel frantically placed her hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep, greedy, passionate kiss.
Rachel's tongue grazed over Sam's top lip, and a deep moan formed in the back of his throat as their tongues connected passionately. His hands trailed down the sides of her body, making her shiver in pleasure. Her soft, gentle hands snaked around his neck, gripping his hair. As their lips separated, she started placing a trail of kisses down the blonde boy's jaw to neck. He felt her tongue along his collarbone. "Don't tease." He hissed as he felt himself growing.
"Make me." She whispered sensually into his ear before gently nibbling against his tender lobe.
He reached down and felt her soaking folds before laughing softly. "Someone is quite eager," he said, his finger teasing her clit.
"Fuck, Sam," Rachel groaned, bucking her hips against his hand.
He laughed softly before deftly sliding a finger into her. He twisted it around before adding a second and pushing them into her as far as they would go.
Even after three fingers were inside her, she still felt incomplete.
Rachel whimpered, squirming around his guitar calloused fingers. She was desperate to cum, but didn't want to do so against his hand; she needed his thick cock inside of her, first.
"I need you," she whimpered, pulling his face up so she could kiss his lips.
"You have me," he replied.
"No, I need you," the short girl stressed.
"What part of me, baby?"
"Your cock," she moaned helplessly.
"And what do you want me to do with it?" he smirked as his cock throbbed; waiting to get inside of her was getting harder and harder, "do you want me to fuck you?"
Rachel mewled. "Yes, Sam…Please…please…"
Sam leaned close into her face. "Please, what, Rachel?"
Rachel closed her eyes, heat rushing to her face, as the hot water continued to sprinkle their bodies from head to toe. He wants me to tell him.
Sam separated her legs even more. Leaning against the wall so that his lips were mere inches from hers, he took his cock in his hand and slid it up through her wet folds until it made contact with her clit. "What, Rach? You have to ask me…"
Rachel pushed her hips up, trying to force him to slide inside her, but he laughed and yanked his hips back, removing contact with her burning core.
"Sam, please…" She begged again.
"Say it, Rachel….You know you want to beg me…" He dropped his head, his lips capturing hers. His tongue darted out, forcing her lips open. Sliding inside, he swirled his tongue with hers and she moaned into his mouth. Pulling away, he slid his lips down her neck and along her collarbone, peppering her body with hot kisses.
"Rachel…I'm this fucking close to fucking this hot pussy of yours…All you have to do is ask me…"
Rachel groaned in frustration. "I can't believe you're going to make me say it," she muttered, forcing out her first coherent sentence since Sam first touched her.
Sam pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock barely sliding into her sopping core. She cried out at the feeling of the blunt head against her opening.
"Say it, baby," he muttered into her ear, his teeth clenched.
"Oh, fuck me, Sam!" she finally exclaimed, her resolve finally breaking, "I want that big, hard, thick cock inside of me!" she thrust her hips, looking for some kind, any kind, of contact.
Sam's need to be buried inside of her became too much and he quickly pulled away from her and palmed his cock. He reached for her shoulder and gripped it tightly before driving into her tight heat. She cried out and he gritted her teeth. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby," he grunted before blowing a heavy breath out his nose.
Rachel moaned out loudly, her back arching as she shifted back and clamped down deliberately around him. "You're so big," she gasped, causing Sam's lips to curl into a proud smirk that she couldn't see.
Leaning forward he brought his lips to her ear. "Gonna fuck you so hard, Rachel," he promised before gripping her tightly and pulling out nearly to the tip before slamming back inside of her tight heat. His pace was hurried and hard and he would have worried that it was too much for her if she hadn't started to push her own hips back and keen out his name in between sobs of pleasure.
"S-Sam!" she screamed, "oh... harder, Sam… fuck me harder!"
Growling, Sam dropped his hand from her shoulder and bracketed her hips before he began to pound into her, fucking her in earnest. He felt her flutter and tighten around his cock and grinned, "Come, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy around my cock."
"SamSamSamSam!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her hips rocking with his as her orgasm hit her.
"Oh… oh!" he threw his head back, his eyes clenching shut and his jaw dropping open in pleasure. The feeling of her body shuddering and rippling around his cock was too much and he slammed his hips into hers, burying himself deep inside of her and emptying himself inside of her.
Rachel felt her body go limp. Sam held his wife up against the wall as he stood on shaky legs, burying his face into her neck.
"That was…" her cheeks colored. "It was wonderful."
"I know, Rachel," he murmured against her neck, "do you feel beautiful, now?"
"Mmm hmm," she nodded, "was that what this was all about?"
"In some part, yes." He nodded, "but really… I just want to be close to you… I love you, Rachel; I love making you feel good."
"And talking dirty to me?" the short girl smirked.
"Hell yeah," he smiled down at her with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows, "you know you love it."
"I do," she giggled, truthfully, "can you do me a favor?"
"That depends," he smirked, "what is it?"
"I want you to pick me up, dry me off, carry me into our bedroom, and kiss every inch of my body."
He moved one arm under her back, one under her knees and shifted her, so he was now holding her bridal style, "Anything you want."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"So," Sam sighed as he walked into the living room, holding a crying Harmony in his arms, "what do you think?" he sat down next to Rachel on the couch, passed the baby to her, and then placed Olivia on his lap, "do you want to go?"
Earlier that afternoon, Quinn and Noah had invited them, along with the rest of the group, to go to Florida with them, this upcoming spring break. The couple had told the rest of them that they thought that taking a trip all together would be a lot of fun, since between work school, and (for Sam and Rachel) kids, they had been spending less time together than usual, during these past few months.
"I don't know," the brown eyed girl shrugged, "it sounds like a lot of fun… shh, Harmony," she cooed as she pulled out one of her breasts from her shirt, and offering it to her daughter, who took it, enthusiastically.
"And really romantic," the green eyed boy added.
"Romantic?" she shook her head in confusion, "how would that work out?"
"It's Florida, babe… it's gonna be hot out, we're both going to be wearing bathing suits… and I know that you're never able to resist these babies… he pointed to his abs that were covered by his gray shirt.
"I don't think so, Evans," she rolled her eyes, "the girls are coming, too; if we go, it's going to be a family vacation… no…" she looked down at Olivia, "…you know what…"
"Meh," he shrugged, "it'll still be fun… I'd like to spend a week on the beach; what about you, Livy? Do you want to go on vacation?"
"Do they have candy on vacation ?" she asked curiously.
"Sure, princess," he chuckled.
"You know what?" the petite brunette thought for a moment.
"What?"
"Let's go," she smiled.
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "you really want to go?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I think that it'll be fun… maybe we could even take the girls to Disney world, for a day or two."
"Plus," he smirked, "I get to see you in a bikini… this is going to be a very good week for me."
"Get your mind out of the gutter," she muttered, "that's not going to happen; we'll be with the girls the entire time."
"Fine," he sighed, "it'll still be fun, I guess."
"Okay, then," she smiled, "so… it looks like we're doing this…"
"Yeah," she kissed his nose.
"Looks like we need to buy you her first bathing suit," he smiled down at Harmony, "but only one pieces… no bikinis… I don't want any four month old boys staring at my little girl."
"Oh dear god," Rachel sighed and shook her head, "I highly doubt that boys that young will be paying attention to any breasts other than their mother's; besides…" she gently stroked her daughter's dirty blonde hair, "she doesn't even have anything to show… no offence, beautiful."
"Still; we don't want to take any chances; all guys are the same, inside; I know how they think."
"Oh, Sam," she rested her head on his shoulder, "you sure are a handful."
"Oh, don't pretend you don't love me," he smirked, "all of my girls do."
"I don't know, girls," Rachel looked Olivia, and then down at Harmony, "do we love this guy?"
"Yeah," the little girl nodded.
"Aw, Livy," Sam smiled down at her, pressing his lips against the top of her head, "I love you, too," he gently tickled Harmony's foot, "and I love you, too."
"Well…" the short girl looked up at her husband after about a minute of silence, "I'm waiting…"
"Waiting for what?" he smirked again.
"You know…"
"Actually, I don't know… do you want me to tell you I love you? Huh… you know, I would, but you didn't say it to me, when I gave you the opportunity, about a minute ago…"
"Alright, then," she shrugged, "your loss."
"You can be so mean, sometimes," he pouted.
"Well, I-"
"You know what, Rachel?" the blonde boy sighed, "just shut up and kiss me."
"I don't know," she smirked, "you've kind of been annoying me, lately."
"Rachel," he sighed, again, shooting her a knowing look.
"Okay, fine," she giggle, giving him a quick peck on his lips, "I love you, Sammy."
He smiled, "I love you too, baby."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"What do you think she wants?" Sam whispered into Rachel's ear as they sat down on Shelby's living room couch. The older woman had called them, earlier that morning, saying that she had something very important news for them.
"I don't know," the brown eyed girl shrugged, "it didn't seem to urgent, when I talked to her on the phone, this morning..."
"So no one's dying?"
"Hopefully," she nodded.
"So guys," Shelby sighed, "how are you?"
"I don't know," Sam shrugged, "good, I guess."
"Yeah," Rachel nodded in agreement.
"Alright… I'm just going to get straight to the point, here, since I know that the little ones probably want to go home."
"Nah," the green eyed boy shook his head, "Livy loves coming here, and Harmony… well, she doesn't really care where she is, as long as her diaper is clean, and she gets fed when she needs to."
"Ah," Shelby let out a light laugh, "well… you know… Jimmy and I… we've been seeing each other for quite a long time… a little over a year, actually…"
"And?" Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Well…" she sighed, "a few days ago, he… he asked me if Beth and I… if… if we wanted to move in with him… and… and I said yes…"
"Oh, mom," the short girl beamed, "that's… that's great… I… I'm so happy for you…"
"Wait," Shelby stopped her daughter, before she was able to get too emotional, "there's… there's a reason why I'm telling you two this face to face… as you know… since we'll be moving in with Jimmy… we won't need this apartment, anymore."
"Oh, don't worry," Rachel reassured her mother, "we'll help you sell this place, and move out… I promise, Sam and I will make it easy for you."
"Honey," the older brunette rolled her eyes, "I love you so much, but please… can you keep quiet and listen to me, for one minute."
"Sorry," she whispered sheepishly, resting her head on her husband's shoulder, "please go on."
"Okay, so… where was I… oh, yes… I… I was wondering if… if you two- you four, actually- would like to have this apartment, after I move out."
"What?" Sam shook his head in disbelief.
"Mom," Rachel shared the same look of astonishment, "are… are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious," Shelby smiled, "it would take a lot of pressure away from me, since I wouldn't have to sell it to some stranger… plus, seeing how big your family's getting, I think that moving into the apartment would be a good thing for all four of you… you can't live in that tiny apartment forever, you know."
"That is true," Rachel nodded in agreement, "this place is a whole lot bigger than the one that we're living in, now… it has a bigger kitchen, bigger, living room, all the bedrooms are upstairs, two bathrooms… it's a really nice apartment."
"Whoa," the blonde boy chuckled, "someone's getting pretty excited about this…"
"So… do you guys want it?"
"Well, I do," she looked up at him, "Sam?"
"I… I guess so… but… how… how much time are we going to have to move out?"
"Oh, a long time," Shelby promised, "I'm not moving until June… there will be plenty of time for you guys to move all of your things, in here."
"That sounds great," Rachel smiled, "Sam?" she looked up at him. Even if he didn't want the apartment, he wouldn't have been able to say no; between the puppy dog eyes, and her sticking out her upper lip, he was powerless, "can… can we?"
"Of course we can," he gently stroked her hair, "plus, it would be nice to have a bigger apartment; more room for the girls to play; maybe we could even get a dog…"
"No animals until Harmony starts walking."
"Damn," he shook his head, "when was that established?"
"A while ago…" she shrugged, "or at least not until she turns one… I do want to get a dog, eventually…" she pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, "let's just move in to this apartment, and see where that takes us from there."
"That…" he gently wrapped his arms around her petite body, "… that sounds perfect."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"So," Sam sighed as he sat down on the couch next to Rachel, slipping under the blanket with her, "The girls are asleep."
"That's good," Rachel smiled.
"How do you feel?"
"Right now?" she giggled, pressing her head against his chest, humming happily when she felt his warm, strong arms wrap around her body, "pretty excited; I can't believe that we're getting my mom's apartment."
"Me either," he smiled down at her, "but… I… I really think that I'm going to miss this apartment… I mean… we… we've had so many great memories together, here; with our friends… with the girls… and just the two of us."
"I know what you mean," Rachel nodded in agreement, "this apartment… for me… it… it was the first real place of my own… where I didn't determine on any of my parents… where I could be completely independent.
"Same here," he began to run his fingers through her chocolate brown hair, "this is where I first met Olivia… where I proposed to you… we brought Harmony here from the hospital…and our bed-"
"Oh dear god," she shook her head and rolled her eyes, "I really don't feel like hearing this, right now."
Just then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Rachel sighed and got up off the couch. She walked up to the door, opened it up and then gasped at who she saw. Her throat suddenly dry, she managed to whisper out, "daddy."
Okay, so I know that this was the second cliffhanger in a row, but bear with me; we're done with them, for a while (and I actually mean it this time). Oh, and you guys have definitely not seen the last of Finn; he will most certainly be back, in future chapters. I've had his story line planned out for a while, and I'm really excite for you to read it. Chapter thirty nine and part of chapter forty are finished (chapter forty is a long one). All I ask if for fifteen review, and I'll post the next chapter. So please review!