Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The song used in this chapter is "Country Girl" by Luke Bryan.

"Wait, I think I've got it. We could try old school rap!"

"Finn Hudson!" Rachel shoved her husband's hands away from her stomach. "You are not playing old school rap songs next to my stomach for the next hour. I've had to sit through techno and classic rock already. I'm done for the night."

Finn looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Does that mean I can try again tomorrow?"

"No!"

"Come on, baby." Finn kissed Rachel's rounded stomach. "It didn't take me that long to find out which song would get Scott to kick."

"You figured that out by accident," Rachel reminded him.

Ignoring that statement, Finn continued speaking. "I just know that all of our kids will love music just as much as we do. I'm sure I can find the one to make this baby kick."

Finding herself incredibly annoyed with her husband, Rachel pushed his head away and turned over onto her side. She tugged the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes, intent on going to sleep.

Finn, for his part, was trying his best not to laugh. He actually found it pretty amusing (and incredibly sexy) to get Rachel angry—especially when she was pregnant. Of course, Finn wasn't ever going to let Rachel know that, since he did value his life. At the moment, Rachel seemed as if she wasn't going to give in right away. So Finn slid his arm around her waist and dropped a kiss to her neck as he gently caressed her bump.

"Finn Hudson, stop trying to butter me up," Rachel grumbled.

Finn chuckled and trailed his lips up her neck before settling over the spot that he knew she loved. "I'm pretty sure it's working," he murmured against her skin. He could feel Rachel's body relaxing back into his. Finn decided to press his luck and began to massage Rachel's lower back. She let out an appreciative moan, and Finn grinned in victory.

"Mmm, Finn." Rachel closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing Finn more access to her neck. Finn chuckled and leaned over her, kissing her lips gently.

"There we go. Am I forgiven now?" Finn asked.

Rachel let out a giggle and nodded her head. "You'll be fully forgiven if you sing a song that I actually like. There was some country song that I heard on the radio today and it's been stuck in my head ever since." Rachel scowled at the thought of the song. "It's the same line over and over. Country girl shake it for me girl, shake it for me girl, shake it for me."

Finn laughed, because country songs so weren't Rachel's thing. They weren't exactly his, either, but he didn't absolutely despise the genre like Rachel did. He stopped laughing, however, when he felt a thump against his hand.

"Did you feel that?" Finn demanded.

Rachel nodded her head slowly. "You don't think that…?" She trailed off, not willing to think that her next baby would only kick when they sang country songs.

Finn grinned and put his mouth next to Rachel's stomach. "Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees, shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek…"

Finn immediately felt several firm kicks against his hand and began to laugh as Rachel groaned. He couldn't help it; it seemed as if Hudson Baby number two was going to be quite the troublemaker.

Author's Note: I'm not much of a country song listener, either, but I couldn't help myself. :)