"What is this?" Rachel demanded, storming into the bedroom.

Finn turned to her, slightly alarmed for a moment at her aggressive tone, but then she dumped a pile of picture frames out of her arms onto the bed.

"What?" Finn asked innocently.

"These!" Rachel held up one of the pictures showing on seven-year-old Finn on a bike. "Look!" She held up another one. Finn couldn't have been more than a year old, fast asleep on a blanket. "You've been holding out on me!"

"I forgot I had those," Finn told her honestly. "I found the box and it was labeled pictures, so I grabbed it and brought it over with everything else. I wasn't sure what was in it."

"You mean the box was labeled 'pictures' and you expected what?" Rachel asked amusedly. "clothing?"

Finn walked over to Rachel and picked up another picture from the bed. "I was about two in this one."

"Look at those eyes!" Rachel exclaimed, pointing at the picture but looking at Finn. "You were the absolute cutest. I don't know what happened," she added in a teasing tone.

"Alright," Finn said loudly as Rachel laughed. "Enough of that. Your turn. Let me see some of your pictures."

"I don't have any here," Rachel said evasively, turning away from him and focusing on yet another of Finn's pictures.

"Liar," Finn muttered.

Rachel pretended to look scandalized. "Would I lie to you?!"

Finn simply raise his eyebrows at her.

Rachel sighed. "So, maybe I would." She went over to the closet in her bedroom and reached up to the top shelf. She pulled down a box of old blankets, setting that on the floor before dragging out the box that had been hidden behind it.

"Here," she said grudgingly, dropping the box onto the bed.

Finn tore the box open excitedly. He pulled the first picture out and remarked on Rachel's curly hair, calling it "precious." He pulled out picture after picture, insisting that Rachel was the cutest baby he had ever seen and that she had in fact been the one holding out on him.

"All babies are cute," Rachel told him after he pulled out the ninth picture, turning to walk across the room and set one of Finn's pictures up on the top of the dresser. "You are way too excited about this."

"Well, you were a particularly cute one. How's that?"

"And our babies will be, too," Rachel added.

"What did you just say?" Finn asked slowly, a clear smile in his voice.

Rachel blushed.