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Finn looked up to see that his wife was sound asleep. He even went so far as to poke her lightly in the side just to be sure. Rachel had always been a heavy sleeper, but pregnancy seemed to have made her more so. Satisfied that Rachel wasn't going to wake up, Finn slid down until he was resting right next to the five-month bump attached to her body.

They still didn't know what they were having (the bet that Rachel had made with Santana and Puck was driving Finn insane. And it was because of all of the arguing, not because he didn't know if they were having a boy or girl), but that didn't matter to Finn. He just wanted their baby to be happy and healthy.

But there was one thing he wanted. Rachel had talked about feeling the baby kick for weeks now, and Finn had yet to feel it. Every time it had happened around other people, she hadn't been near Finn. Now he was determined to feel their baby kick, and if he had to lie next to Rachel's stomach all night and wait for it to happen, he would.

Lately, Finn had taken to keeping his hands attached to Rachel's stomach whenever he was near her. Needless to say, she was not very happy when he did that (but Finn had discovered if he gave her some carrots with peanut butter, she didn't really mind. Finn had also learned not to question her new craving for carrots and peanut butter).

"Come on," Finn whispered to Rachel's stomach as he settled a hand over it. "Kick for Daddy."

Rachel's stomach remained unmoving, and Finn frowned. He carefully pulled back the large shirt that Rachel was wearing (which was actually one of his) and settled his hand over her stomach.

Finn didn't know how long he laid there with his hand on Rachel's stomach. Eventually, it was three o'clock in the morning, Finn was half asleep, and he still hadn't felt the baby kick yet.

He laid there on his side, his hand attached to Rachel's stomach. Finn watched the bump as if it would somehow help the baby kick. His mind wandered, and he softly hummed a song that had been stuck in his head all day—Journey's "Don't Stop Believing."

Finn wasn't even half way through the first verse when he felt something bump against his hand. He stopped his humming immediately and sat up, staring at his hand on his wife's stomach. The movement had been so small that Finn wondered if he had imagined. He wouldn't be surprised, given how tired he was.

Staring intently, Finn waited to see if it would happen again. He frowned when several long minutes passed and nothing else happened. With a furrowed brow, Finn thought about what he had been doing when he felt the baby kick. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he leaned forward, his mouth next to Rachel's stomach.

"Just a small town girl living in a lonely world…" he sang softly.

Finn was immediately rewarded with a series of several thumps against his hand. A bright smile lit up his face, and he felt that warmth of pride and love spread through his chest. That was his and Rachel's baby—the best parts of her and him. They had made that together, and now Finn was getting to feel that little baby move against his hand.

"Hi, baby," Finn muttered. "I'm your Daddy."

There was another thump against his hand, and Finn's grin widened.

Finn walked into the kitchen just as Rachel winced and pressed a hand to her lower back. "That was Mommy's bladder, baby," she said to her stomach as she rubbed a hand over her bump. "Try not to kick it."

Finn wrapped his arms around Rachel and kissed her gently, bringing his hand around to rub where the baby had kicked. "Our kid might be a soccer player," he said.

Rachel laughed and stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband again. "Given that you played football in high school and basketball in college, I have a feeling that at least one of the children we have will be athletically gifted. The baby certainly does love kicking, though."

Finn's eyes lit up as he remembered his new discovery about the baby kicking from the previous night. "Babe, look what I found out last night!" Kneeling in front of Rachel, Finn pushed her shirt up and put his large hands on either side of her stomach. Curious to see if his theory would actually work, Finn started at another verse of the classic hit song.

"Just a city boy born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere…"

Rachel smiled when she heard Finn's husky voice singing one of her absolute favorite songs. She always loved when Finn sang. And her smile widened even further when she felt the baby kick a few times.

"The baby kicks when you sing?" Rachel asked.

Finn nodded his head, his eyes bright. He leaned forward and pressed a gently kiss to her rounded stomach. "I figured it out last night. The baby really seems to like "Don't Stop Believing." I tested a few songs, but that one seems to be the favorite."

Rachel combed her fingers through Finn's hair and gave him a tender smile. "You're going to be singing that song all the time now, aren't you?"

Finn lifted his head and grinned at Rachel, his amber eyes twinkling. "Absolutely."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! :)