Chapter 2 folks! Enjoy! Comments are love!
All Rachel wanted to do was just curl up in her bed next to Finn and never get out. What was she supposed to say? Dad? Daddy? You'll be happy to know that Finn and I are with child. She could see them shunning her for the rest of her life. This definitely wasn't going to bode well.
She walked into the apartment and slammed the door behind her, throwing her bag on the sofa and walking towards the bedroom.
She plopped herself down on their bed and stared at the ceiling with her hands on her belly. Sure, the baby was no bigger than a peanut, but she could somehow still feel it growing. A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Finn burst through the living room door, startling Rachel from her thoughts, and ran into the bedroom. He jumped on the bed on top of her, careful not to hurt her. She gasped slightly at his abrupt movement.
"Baby I am so happy! You have no idea." He was grinning like a fool and he didn't care. He was going to be a father. A father to the most beautiful baby in the world, and he knew that because she was beautiful.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers softly. She smiled at his happiness and his reaction gave her comfort. They could do this as long as they had each other.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. He groaned as he gripped her waist and rolled his hips into hers. She whimpered as she slid her hands down his back and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He leaned up on his knees to throw off his shirt and attack her lips once more. She spread her legs farther apart so he could rest between her thighs. He kissed the side of her face and led a trail of kisses down to her stomach. He rubbed her stomach lightly and looked at her, giving her a lopsided grin. She smiled in return, smoothing his hair and rested her hand on his cheek. He returned his attention to her now flat belly and peppered her stomach with kisses.
"You are going to be the best baby ever," he whispered to her stomach as she looked at him with a watery smile.
"You are going to be the best father ever." His lopsided smile turned into a full on grin.
He scooted up closer to her face. "Thank you Rachel. Thank you so much."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "For what?"
"For giving me the two greatest gifts in the world: you and our baby." She couldn't control her emotions anymore as tears rolled down her face. She grabbed his face and poured her passion into a searing kiss. She loved this man so much it physically hurt.
She pulled away and rested her forehead to his. "Thank you, Finn, for loving me and letting me love you in return," she whispered.
"You're very welcome."
Just as things were about to get started, Rachel's phone rang. Finn groaned and plopped himself face first into the mattress.
Dread washed over Rachel as she looked at the caller ID: Daddy.
She gasped. What the hell was she going to say? She had to tell them. She wanted to be 100 percent sure before she told anyone, so it was better that they kept it a secret, at least for now. She took a deep breath and hit answer.
"Hi daddy!" She winced at her attempted cheeriness. She was a good actress, but even she could tell that was forced.
"Hello, my little shining star! How are things in New York?" Her father didn't seem to catch on to her fake cheeriness. So she continued.
"Great! The play is going exceptionally well! Opening night is drawing closer and I can't contain my excitement." Her face fell as she said the words. Unfortunately I'll be two months pregnant, she thought to herself.
As her dad carried on in her ear, she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and hot breath tickle her neck. She closed her eyes and relished in his embrace. So much that she didn't hear her father ask a question.
"RACHEL BARBRA BERRY, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" His voice startled her out of her reverie.
"Yes daddy, sorry, I was…reading a show review." Finn chuckled at her lie, and she elbowed him in the gut. He rubbed his stomach in mock hurt, still stifling his laughter.
"As I was saying, your father and I will be coming up there soon for a visit." Rachel's face turned ghost white. Oh. Shit. she thought.
"Wh-what for?" she stuttered.
"We want to see your big city life! And you know how your dad loves the atmosphere there. Besides, we miss our daughter terribly. Why, is there something wrong?" His tone of voice changed to panic.
"No no! Of course not, just that, ummm…" Her eyes darted to Finn's and his brow furrowed in confusion. "Can you hold on a second daddy? There's someone at the door." She put the phone on mute and set it back down on the table.
"My fathers are coming up here!" Finn's face turned to panic. He knew that they liked him but what were they going to do when they found out he knocked her up just as her career was taking off? He covered his package as the thought of his man hood being cut off flashed through his mind. He gulped.
"What the hell are we going to do?" He asked her.
"Well, Finn, you should have thought of that before you got me pregnant." She glared at him.
"It's not like I meant for it to happen Rachel. At least not yet anyway…" he trailed off.
She rolled her eyes. "We need to stall them for a little while before I go to the gynecologist to be sure. We need to think of something." She paced back and forth as Finn scratched his head, both trying to come up with a way to stall her parents.
She snapped her fingers. "I got it!" Finn smiled at her.
She grabbed the phone and unmuted it. "Sorry daddy, Kurt was at the door. You know how he gets sometimes. As we were discussing, unfortunately right now isn't a good time for a visit, as Finn and I are remodeling the loft and it's a huge catastrophe." Finn smiled wider. God he loved this woman.
She met his eyes and she grinned right back and winked. He let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding.
Now the only question was how the hell were they going to keep this a secret? He sighed and rubbed his face. This totally wasn't how he planned for his first kid to pop out.