**Sorry it took so long for an update. I was on vacation in Cali. This chapter is a little short and I'm sorry, but I hope you like it.**

Rachel

After her dinner with her family she sat down to write the letter she wanted to send Finn. She wasn't sure how to even begin and finally decided on Dear Finn. She stared at the page hoping that her thoughts and feelings would magically appear, but no luck. She was so scared to write it all down that her hand was shaking. She didn't understand why she was so nervous to tell Finn about the baby, but the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't stop banging around and she finally had to run to the bathroom and throw up.

When she returned to her room she walked right past her desk and straight to her bed. Maybe a good night's sleep would help her. Unfortunately, her mind wouldn't allow her to rest. Her dreams were filled with pain and anger. She dreamt that she told Finn and he told her that he didn't want her or the child. Another involved Finn dying in Iraq without ever knowing that he was going to be a father. She awoke crying and gave up trying to go back to sleep.

She made her way down to the kitchen. Kurt stayed at his house so that he could pack and Santana had left to hang out with Brittany. She was feeling sad and lonely right now, but she didn't want to bother her friends. They had all been so great to her already and she didn't want to push it any further. Instead, she filled a kettle with water and made herself some sleepy time tea that she reserved for nights that she couldn't sleep due to the excitement of an upcoming performance. When she had finished, she climbed the stairs to her room and slid under her covers. After several minutes she drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Carole

There was a faint cry coming from Finn's nursery. She pulled herself out of bed to grab her baby boy and started singing him a lullaby. His eyes slowly started to close again when the phone rang and his voice cried out again. She yanked the phone off the holder by her bed and said, "Hello?" She knew that her voice was a little harsh, but it was 2:26 am!

A no nonsense voice came through the speaker, "May I speak with Mrs. Hudson?"

The fog that had been clouding her brain started to clear. Christopher popped into her head and fear crept into her mind, "This is Mrs. Hudson."

"Mrs. Hudson, my name is Colonel Striker. I have some unfortunate news to report. Your husband, Christopher Hudson, was found dead of a drug overdose this evening."

Silent tears began to slide down her cheeks as she tried to hold herself together, "Where is he? Can I see him?"

"He is currently being transported to the Lima medical facility. His body should arrive around 06:00. You can pick up his personal belongings from Lieutenant Stark who will be traveling with the body. I am sorry for your loss ma'am."

"Thank you." She dropped the phone and looked into the face of her little boy. Seven months old and he has already lost his father. One of her tears fell onto his face, causing his eyes to meet hers. He giggled and stretched his arms up toward her face. She could see Christopher in him and it made her heart break a little inside. She knew that Christopher had been discharged for drug use and she had been expecting something like this, but she had hoped to be wrong.

Finn's tiny fingers touched her cheek and he smiled at her. She choked back the sobs that threatened to escape and buried her face into his small frame. His hands wove into her hair, almost as if he were holding her. She sat down and cried, holding her son close until she had cried herself out and fell asleep with Finn in her bed.

Carole opened her eyes and looked around the bedroom she shared with Burt. She listened to his soft snoring and it helped to calm her nerves. She didn't want anything to happen to her son. He had lost his father because of the Army (she truly believed that the Army had caused him to start doing drugs) and she didn't want her grandchild to go through the same heartbreak.

She reached into her night stand and grabbed a note pad and a pen. She was going to write Finn a letter. She wasn't sure what she would write at the moment, but she needed to say something.

Dear Finn,

I am missing you like crazy right now and I feel like it is my fault that you joined the Army. I have something to say and I know that it is a little late, but you need to hear it. I'm sorry that I lied to you about your father all these years. I thought that I was protecting you, but I realize that I was wrong. You deserved to know the truth.

I didn't agree with your decision to join the Army. I know that every day you are gone I will be worried sick. I wish that I had stopped you, but you are an adult now and can make your own decisions. All I ask is that you come home safe and sound. Your father wasn't strong enough to face the pressures of war, but I know that you have strength that he didn't.

Rachel came to the house for dinner tonight. We had a very interesting talk and I'm glad that she came. She needs you son. She needs you to come home and she needs your support. She truly loves you and I know you feel the same way. We don't want to lose you honey so keep your head down and don't try to be the hero.

Love,

Mom

Rachel

"I don't know what to say." Rachel hung her head in her hands.

Kurt rubbed circles on her back, "Just tell him the truth. Don't sugar coat it."

"What do you want me to say? Hey Finn. Guess what, I'm pregnant! I know you put me on that train to New York so that I could follow my dreams, but I'm putting them off for a year so that I can focus on our baby. Oh yeah, your brother is moving in with me to help me raise your child."

Kurt laughed and she soon followed suit, "That was good, but I think you might want to tone it down a little."

"I'm scared Kurt. What if he doesn't want anything to do with our child like my father said?"

"That won't happen Rach. Finn loves you and he is going to love this child."

She hugged her friend, "Thanks Kurt. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Well luckily you won't have to find that out." They laughed again.

"Time to get to work." She sat back down at her desk. Kurt went to leave, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm, "Please stay. I might need your help." He nodded and sat down on the edge of her bed nearest her while she began writing her letter to Finn.