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"Finn. Pssst, Finn!"

Finn wasn't entirely sure if it was a dream or if his wife really was trying to wake him up. When he heard his name called once again, Finn forced his eyes opened and found Rachel leaning over him. Her doe eyes were wide and earnest and she had a hand covering her stomach, which made Finn jump out of bed.

"What? What is it?" he asked, panicking. "Is it the baby?"

Rachel cocked her head at him and gave him a strange look. "The baby is fine," she said. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Oh." Finn relaxed and plopped back down onto the bed. He yawned and dragged his hand through his hair, already halfway back to sleep. "What's up?"

Rachel leaned her head against Finn's shoulder, making her eyes go as wide as they possibly could. "Could you get me some carrots?" she asked sweetly.

Finn looked at the clock. It was one-thirty in the morning, and Rachel had suddenly decided that she wanted carrots. But it wasn't like he could ever say no to her, so he kissed her cheek and got up. Just before he walked out of the bedroom, Rachel added, "Can you get me some peanut butter, too?"

Finn walked into their apartment and pulled his jacket off. Finn had barley shut the door behind him when Rachel demanded, "I need peanut butter."

Finn bit back a chuckle. The last time he had made fun of one of Rachel's cravings, she had cried for an hour. Walking over to Rachel, he leaned down to kiss her. "Crunchy or smooth?" he asked. The kind of peanut butter depended on her particular craving at that moment, and Finn had discovered that it was best to start asking.

Rachel thought for a moment. "Well, I want it with crackers. Not saltines, but the Ritz kind." Rachel tapped her finger against her chin as if this truly was an important decision. Finally, she announced, "I want smooth peanut butter."

"And Ritz crackers. Got it, baby." Finn kissed Rachel again and headed into the kitchen. He quickly found the peanut butter but had to dig through the cabinets to find the crackers. He frowned when he realized that they were completely out of the crackers entirely.

"Shit," Finn mumbled under his breath as he stood up. There was really no winning in this situation. "Rach, are you sure you want the Ritz crackers?" he called.

In the living room, Rachel wrinkled her nose. "Saltines are gross," she declared.

Finn had a feeling that that would be Rachel's answer. He took a deep breath and stood up before he patted his pockets to make sure that he still had his wallet. He had a feeling that he was going to be running to the store tonight. He grabbed the jar of peanut butter as well, hoping that would keep her occupied until he could return with the crackers.

Finn decided that it would be best to placate Rachel first before he revealed to her that they didn't have her desired crackers. So he bent forward and kissed her forehead, sliding his hand over the bump that was just forming.

"So we don't have any of the Ritz crackers," Finn admitted.

Rachel's face immediately crumpled as if she was going to burst into tears. Finn quickly reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly and kissed her to stop any oncoming tears.

"Don't worry about it, baby." Finn's voice was low and soothing, and Rachel looked up at him with large, shiny eyes. "I'll head out right now and get some. And I'll get some of that tea that you like, too."

It was as if Rachel was never going to cry. Her face brightened immediately and she clapped her hands together. "Yay! Thank you, baby." She kissed Finn and then went back to her book, presumably waiting for him to go to the store.

Finn chuckled and shook his head. He was positive that these mood swings were going to become more and more frequent.

Rachel put her hand on Finn's arm. "Finn. I need bacon."

Finn pulled his attention from the speech that Kurt was giving to their parents and looked down at his wife. "Bacon?" he repeated. Rachel kept to a generally vegetarian diet. She ate fish and occasionally had chicken noodle soup when she was sick, but she didn't go out of her way to eat bacon.

Rachel nodded her head and flashed a smile at Finn. "Yes, bacon," she confirmed.

"Okay…" Finn said slowly. He looked around and managed to get the attention of a nearby waiter. Rachel tugged on the sleeve of his suit jacket again. "Can you make sure there's some peanut butter on the side?"

Finn opened his mouth to question that combination, but he thought better of it. Instead, he just said, "Smooth or crunchy?"

"Smooth of course," Rachel said responded as she turned her attention back to the toast.

When the waiter approached their table, Kurt stopped with his long-winded speech. It was the anniversary of Burt and Carole, and the kids had pulled together to take them out to a five-star restaurant. Finn managed to get the order to the waiter before Kurt started in on them.

"What is going on?" Kurt demanded. "I'm in the middle of giving a speech here."

Finn rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Rachel just needed something, Kurt. Relax."

Carole smiled knowingly at her daughter-in-law. "Cravings?" she asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Rachel confirmed. "I need bacon."

"Bacon?" Kurt demanded. "You need bacon? Rachel, you're a vegetarian!"

Rachel's lower lip began to wobble, and Finn shot Kurt a glare. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. "She can have bacon if she wants, Kurt. Leave her alone."

"Cravings are difficult to deal with," Carole said. Turning to Rachel, she asked, "Have you had any odd requests so far?"

Rachel shook her head, all smiles once again. "No," she said brightly. "And I really hope I don't. Some cravings just sound so odd!"

Finn's eyebrow arched. "You just asked me to order peanut butter with your bacon."

"I like peanut butter," Rachel defended with a scowl.

Burt grinned in amusement. "I guess we know what we're bringing the next time we visit you."

"Strawberries. I need strawberries."

Santana flipped a page in her magazine. "Go get your own strawberries."

"Aren't you supposed to be babysitting me right now?" Rachel demanded with a scowl. Finn had to go have a staff meeting over at the music store. Since Rachel was six months pregnant, Finn didn't really want her to be spending too much time alone. So he had called Santana and got her to come over to keep an eye on Rachel.

Without looking up, Santana said, "Yes. But last time I checked, you didn't want a babysitter."

"Well now I want strawberries, so go and get me some. Please."

Instead of getting up, Santana reached for her cellphone. She scrolled through her contacts until she found Finn's number. When he picked up, all Santana said was, "Go and get your wife some strawberries." She promptly hung up and tossed her phone onto the cushion next to her.

Rachel narrowed her eyes in a glare and placed her hands on her stomach. It seemed as if she was getting bigger and bigger every day. "You're just mad that that waitress hasn't called you yet."

Santana finally tossed her magazine aside and pointed a threatening finger at Rachel. "I thought we agreed that we weren't going to talk about her."

"Just go ask her out," Rachel ordered. "I don't get what the big deal is."

Santana shook her head. "Dani is just graduating from college this year."

"So?"

"So… I'm twenty-seven. She's twenty-two!"

"What's your point?"

Santana glared at her best friend. "I liked you better when you weren't all hopped up on pregnancy hormones."

Rachel smirked and lifted her chin haughtily. "You're just angry because you know I'm right."

Thankfully, Finn entered the apartment then, ending the little spat between Santana and Rachel. He pulled a carton of strawberries from a paper bag, shuffling past the rest of the fruit in there. Rachel had been on a fresh fruit kick lately. Last week it had been kiwis, and now it was strawberries. Finn was anticipating pineapple for her next craving.

"I'm assuming you want peanut butter?" Finn asked. At least strawberries and peanut butter was a slightly better combination than kiwis and peanut butter.

Rachel kissed him tenderly and smiled. "You know me so well."

Finn cautiously entered the apartment and shut the door behind him. It had only been an hour earlier when Rachel told him to go amuse himself because she didn't like the shirt he was wearing. It had been happening more and more as the end of Rachel's pregnancy drew near, so Finn was pretty used to it by now. If he returned with some flowers, Rachel was generally pretty quick to forgive him.

So with some pink tulips in hand, Finn moved forward into the living room until he found his very pregnant wife sitting on the couch. She had a jar of peanut butter in one hand and a spoon in the other. When she noticed that Finn was standing there, her eyes grew wide and she paused with a spoonful of peanut butter half way to her mouth.

"Uh…"

Finn chuckled and handed Rachel the tulips. "So we've progressed to just eating peanut butter straight from the jar?"

Admitting defeat, Rachel popped the spoon into her mouth. "I just really love peanut butter."

"Well, luckily for you…" Finn produced a small bag and pulled out another jar. "I picked up some more for you."

Rachel laughed and pressed a kiss to Finn's cheek. "I love you, Finn Hudson."

Some light and fluffy Finchel with baby. :)