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Rachel leaned against the doorframe to the living room and watched as Scott and Abby went about doing their regular afternoon activities. Scott was lying in the middle of the living room floor, reading a book from class. He kept looking at the clock, because he only had another fifteen minutes before he was allowed to go to the park with his dad.
Abby, on the other hand, had claimed the coffee table and spread out her various dolls and the outfits that went with them. Rachel smiled as she watched her children, and her smile grew when she felt a pair of familiar, strong hands wrap around her waist.
Finn pulled Rachel against him and dropped a kiss to her shoulder. "What are you so worried about?" he asked as his thumbs rubbed circles against her still flat stomach.
Rachel sighed and leaned back in Finn's embrace, resting her head against his broad chest. "We have to tell them, you know."
"Rach, this is happy," Finn said with a chuckle. "The kids will handle it just fine. Scott was fine when we told him about Abby."
Rachel's brow furrowed in worry. "Yes, but Abby is used to being the youngest. You know how she is."
"Yeah. She's just like you."
"Finn Hudson! What is that supposed to mean?"
"Uh…" Finn immediately tried to backtrack. But it really was true. Abby was certainly her mother's daughter. Finn thought that it was pretty amusing, actually. Even though she was only three years old, Abby gave everything one hundred and ten percent. "It's just that Abby has a flair for the dramatics. You know."
Rachel's eyebrow arched. "Nice save, Finn." Looking back out into the living room, Rachel laid her hands over Finn's on her stomach and gave them a squeeze. "Are you ready?"
Kissing her cheek, Finn said, "Of course." He followed his wife into the living room and took a seat next to her on the couch. Scott looked up, his eyes bright, thinking that he was going to be able to finish his reading early. Abby, however, looked as if she couldn't be bothered by the entrance of her parents. It made Finn grin as he watched his little girl.
"Scott? Abby? We have something to tell you," Rachel said.
Abby immediately abandoned her dolls and climbed into Rachel's lap. "What is it Momma?" she asked as Scott joined them on the couch. He sat on Finn's other side, his book forgotten on the floor. "Are we getting a present?"
Rachel shared a look with Finn. "Something like that."
Somehow, Scott knew what was going on. "Oh, I know what's happening!" the seven year old exclaimed.
Finn turned towards his son. "Really? You do?"
Scott rolled his eyes in a look that he had inherited from his mother. "You and Momma said the same thing when you told me about Abby, Dad. I remember."
Finn ruffled Scott's hair, causing the boy to laugh. "You're too smart, you know that?"
"Everyone tells me that," Scott said proudly.
Abby patted Rachel's cheeks, turning the attention back to her. "You told Scott about me? What does that mean?"
"Well, Abby girl," Finn began. Abby turned towards her father with wide eyes; she absolutely adored him. "When we found out that you were going to be you, we told Scott that he was getting a little sister."
Abby's little brow furrowed. "So… I'm getting a little sister?"
"Or a little brother," Rachel added.
"Hopefully a little brother," Scott said. Seeing the reprimanding look from his mother, he quickly amended, "Or another little sister would be cool, too."
"I'm not going to be the baby anymore?" Abby asked.
Finn lifted Abby into his lap and hugged her close. "You'll always be our baby, Abby. There's only one Abby girl, right?"
Abby's face brightened at the reassurance from her father. "I get to be a big sister!"
Pleased with how well Abby was taking this, Rachel nodded her head. "Yes, you do get to be a big sister."
"And I get to be in charge!"
Laughing, Finn attempted to adjust the ribbon in Abby's hair but only succeeded in musing it more. "Not exactly, Abby girl. But nice try."
"But we can play? Like Scott plays with me?" Abby turned her big eyes to her brother, who smiled at her. Sure, they fought like all siblings did, but it was also sweet how they got along. Scott did his best to include his little sister when he could—he was very like Finn in that way.
"You have to be careful when the baby is little," Rachel said. With a smile, she remembered having this conversation with Scott quite a bit; he had been very eager to have a sibling. "But of course you'll be able to play with your little brother or sister."
Abby grinned brightly before she jumped off of Finn's lap. "Okay!" she exclaimed as she began to play with her dolls once again. Scott, figuring that he wasn't going to get out of his reading that easily, returned to his book.
Finn and Rachel shared another look. "That was easy," Rachel said.
"I'm not complaining," Finn said. He wrapped an arm around Rachel's shoulders and kissed her cheek, smiling when he felt her relax against him. However, he tensed when Abby turned around, a curious look on her little face.
"Momma? Daddy? Where do babies come from, anyway?"
Author's Note: Writing Finchel babies has to be one of my favorite things ever. I just think that Finn and Rachel would make the greatest parents. :) Thanks for reading!