"Which color do you think I should get, girls?" Rachel Berry St. James asked. She was at a nail salon with 19-year-old Maya, who was home on spring break from college, 18-year-old Olive, and 4-year-old Clementine.

Maya was the daughter of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, Rachel's high school friends. She had been conceived with Blaine's sperm and Rachel's egg donation. Rachel had also been Maya's surrogate, and she and Maya shared a unique bond, having both been surrogate babies born to gay fathers.

Just eleven months after Maya was born, Rachel gave birth to Olive, the first baby she had with her husband, Jesse. Maya and Olive hadn't always gotten along - up until a then 10-year-old Maya spent some time at the St. James house while her parents were on vacation, she and a then 9-year-old Olive were constantly fighting any time they were together. Rachel had almost given up hope of her girls getting along, but during Kurt and Blaine's vacation, Maya and Olive had bonded and were now the best of friends.

Clementine was Rachel and Jesse's second baby. The couple had always known they wanted to have two children together and had been trying for years. Despite normal fertility test results on both Rachel and Jesse's ends, they were disappointed time and again until that fateful day Rachel took a pregnancy test while 12-year-old Olive was at school.

Rachel knew her family did not meet the typical definition of a family people had in their heads, but it was her family nonetheless and she loved every single person in it.

"Get something with glitter, Mommy!" Clementine said excitedly. "I'm doing glittery silver!"

Rachel smiled. "What about you, Oli?"

"Light pink," Olive replied definitively.

"Not hot pink?" Maya asked, genuinely surprised. Anything that her half-sister owned that could be hot pink was - and it was nauseating.

"Nah," Olive replied. "I wanted it to be available for you to use," she teased.

Maya gagged. "Very funny. No, I'm trying to decide between aqua or jade."

"You always get aqua. Mix it up and get jade!" Olive urged.

"Will someone please get something sparkly so we can match?" Clementine pleaded.

"Okay, Clemmy, I'll get sparkly gold," Rachel said.

"Yay!" Clementine said happily.

It had been Clementine's first pedicure, and Rachel, Maya, and Olive laughed as the preschooler fought the urge to giggle as the nail artist used the pumice stone on her feet.

"Does that tickle?" The woman asked with a smile.

"Not at all," Clementine said, making a face like someone who had just eaten a lemon would make.

After pedicures, the four went to see a movie.

Once Maya had been dropped off at her apartment, and Clementine was down for some "quiet time" (she'd been protesting afternoon naps but definitely still needed them, so Rachel and Jesse had been calling it 'quiet time' where she had to quietly lay in bed or look at books for an hour - but she'd almost always fall asleep), Rachel found Olive laying on her own bed looking up at the ceiling.

"You need some quiet time, too?" Rachel asked with a smile, sitting down on the edge of Olive's bed.

"Maybe," Olive yawned. "The movie was good, but sitting in the dark for two hours has definitely got me…tired."

Rachel chuckled but could tell that there was something on Olive's mind.

"Is something wrong, Oli?" Rachel asked.

Olive sighed. "I think the Mike n' Ike's were a bad idea," she fibbed, rubbing her stomach for added effect.

"Olive Maria, look at me," Rachel said. Olive obeyed.

"This isn't about candy, is it?" Rachel asked. Olive shook her head.

"What is it about?" Rachel asked.

"It's about me," Olive said.

"You?" Rachel asked.

"Yes. And pregnancy," Olive replied.

Rachel's eyes widened.

"No, no!" Olive said quickly. "I'm tired - I didn't phrase that right. I'm not pregnant - that wouldn't be possible, I swear. I meant about your pregnancy with me."

Rachel, though relieved her teenage daughter wasn't pregnant, was also very confused.

"My pregnancy with you?"

"Yes. And your pregnancies with Maya and Clementine," Olive said.

"I'm not following, honey," Rachel said.

"Maya and Clementine were planned," Olive said. "But I wasn't."

"How do you know that?" Rachel asked. Olive was technically right, but Rachel and Jesse had never told her that she had been unplanned. And it wasn't as though she was the result of failed protection - in fact, there hadn't been any use of that in the first place. So subconsciously, they had been aware of every possible outcome, it just wasn't something that crossed their minds in the heat of the moment.

"Come on, Mom. I've taken math and biology. You got pregnant with me two months after giving birth to Maya. While some people might plan to do that - I know you and Dad didn't. I'm sure you were excited to get back on the stage again and I…ruined that," Olive looked down at her quilt.

"Okay, first of all," Rachel said. "You didn't ruin anything. I know we already had 'the talk' years ago so you know that my pregnancy had nothing to do with choices you did or didn't make, and everything to with choices your dad and I did or didn't make. We were adults who knew how things worked and every possible outcome in that…respect."

Rachel paused, trying to figure out what to say next.

"Secondly, I've told you how I woke your dad up screaming the moment I saw that test result - how excited we both were. Do you want to know what my thoughts were as I sat and waited for the results?"

Olive nodded.

"I thought about how, if I was pregnant again, I was going to have to wait even longer to get back onstage but you know what? I was okay with that - I was happy to do it - I was excited to do it. I can't imagine things going any other way, looking back," Rachel said.

"So while, yes, I planned to have Maya and that pregnancy was special because I was helping my dear friends have the family of their dreams just like Shelby did for your grandpas, and I planned to have Clementine because Dad and I wanted to add a second baby to our family and my pregnancy with Clem was special because after all those years that dream was finally fulfilled, my pregnancy with you, planned or not, was special too, and you know why?" Rachel asked.

"Why?" Olive managed to ask, despite the fact that now she and her mother were crying.

"Because you were the first baby born out of the love of Rachel and Jesse St. James. The first baby I had that I was able to bring home to *my* house from the hospital, the first baby that I was able to nurse, and that your dad and I were able to be kept up all night from. You were the first baby to get our last name on her birth certificate. So while I never want to tell you how to feel, I want you to always remember that if you ever feel like this again. Every single one of my girls are special to me and I can't picture…I don't even want to try…I can't picture my life without you and Maya and Clementine in it."

After hugging her daughter, Rachel got up to leave.

"Mom, wait," Olive said. Rachel turned around.

"Will you lay with me?" Olive asked. Rachel laid down next to Olive, who quickly fell asleep in her mother's arms.