I feel like a defective typewriter

"Rachel?" Steve her director called.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Are you okay? You look a little pale"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, like I was saying Rachel and David you need to..." he broke off as Rachel sprinted off the stage to the bathroom. David and the rest of the cast look shocked and; after a few minutes she returned. David looked at her again.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yep." After several more interruptions David finally called break. Rachel sagged against the stage wall. David walked up to her.

"Go home Rach."

"No! Why? David I'm fine."

"Rachel, no you aren't."

"David…"

"No Rachel end of conversation, you're going home, call you husband and go rest. Your understudy will take over." Rachel glared at him.

"Don't make that face; a couple shows won't kill you."

"A couple of shows?"

"I don't want you anywhere near this theater until I have a doctor's note saying your okay. No, no I know you. Go get some rest." Rachel sighed. She rose off the floor and gathered her things. She reached for her phone and found Jesse's number. He was in rehearsal though. She called Elizabeth.

Rachel stepped back to allow Elizabeth in to the apartment.

"Hey Diva! How you feeling?" She asked. Rachel shrugged.

"I've been better. Much much better."

"What's the issue?"

"I have no clue. It comes and goes." She made a dash for the bathroom.

"Here it comes. "she muttered as she threw up the light lunch she had made. "And there it goes."

Elizabeth studied her.

"What?" Elizabeth left to get the bag that she had dropped when Rachel had ran for the bathroom. She rummaged through it for a while before pulling out a box and handing it Rachel. She looked at.

"Clear Blue Preg... No, I can't be."

"Why not? You and Jesse always seemed to have a healthy…" Rachel glared at her. "When is the last time you two?" Rachel shook her head.

"I really don't want to talk about my sex life with you."

"So recently?"

"I told you I'm not pregnant! I just have a bug."

"Maybe it's a bug or maybe it's a baby. Just give it a try. It's not going to kill you. "She left leaving Rachel alone.

Elizabeth bounce drummed her hand on the table next to her when she heard the door open. Rachel walked and sat heavily on the couch next to her.

"Well?" Rachel sat the test on the coffee table.

"Now we wait." Rachel set the timer on her phone. It was a very tense 10 minutes. Finally the timer went off. Rachel didn't move.

"Rachel? Are you going to check?"

"I can't." She whispered and shook her head.

"Rachel…"

"You look. " Elizabeth reached for the test.

"Well it looks like..." she struggled to keep the smile off her face.

"Eliza, this isn't funny! Just tell me."

"Stop it I'm pausing for dramatic effect." Rachel glared.

"Looks like… YOU'ER PREGNANT!" Rachel burst into tears.

"Rachel why are you crying?"

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Um…?" "When did you think that you were pregnant?"

"When I missed my period."

"When was that?"

"2 and half, 3 weeks ago."

"What will he say?"

"Jesse?" She nodded.

"Oh my God. OhmyGodOhmyGod."

"Rachel breath."

"What will I do? What will he do? What will we do?"

"Rachel! Breathe! Elizabeth yelled at her. Rachel turned to her.

"Rach, Jesse is going to be ecstatic, that man adores you, adores you. I'm going to go okay?"

"Okay, why?"

"So you can process and figure out what you're going to tell your hubby."

"You're amazing."

"I know. All I ask is that I get to dress baby St. James." Rachel laughed.

"You're going to have to fight Kurt for that right."

"I'll win." Elizabeth said as she left the building

Jesse walked into his apartment. "Rachel!" he called. She was normally home now; she should be getting ready for her show, so I was quite a surprise when he walked into their bedroom to find it empty.

"Rachel!" he was worried now and walked back down the hall way and into the living room.

"Rache…" the he stopped when saw her petite form curled on the couch fast asleep in sweat pants and his baby blue UCLA sweater. His brows furrowed.

"Rach?" He gently touched her shoulder. Rachel stirred.

"Hmmm?"

"Rachel, shouldn't you be getting ready? You have to be at the theater in 30." He asked as he crouched down next to her. Rachel shook her head.

"No show today sick." Jesse automatically placed his palm on her forehead.

"You don't feel warm." Her eyes had already drifted closed. He got up and grabbed his phone.

"Hey, Steve I was just going to let you know I'm not going to make tonight's show. I know its last minute but Rachel's sick. She's never sick. Thank you. I owe you one man. I will. Thanks, bye."

He walked back over to the couch and softly smiled. She was already asleep. He gently scooped her up bridal style. Her head nestled into his chest as he carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, he pulled his shirt and pants off and kicked his shoes off. He then crawled into bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next week Jesse's concern for Rachel only heighted, she was constantly sick and missing shows. He was worried out of his mind that the "simple bug," that she had got something much worse but only her constant resurgence that she would be fine kept him from carrying her all the way to the hospital.

Rachel on the other hand was petrified. How was she going to tell him? It wasn't till he told her that he had made an appointment with the doctor for the following Monday that she finally pulled a plan together.

"Hey Jess?" Jesse and Rachel were at home again on another week night. Jesse looked up.

"What's up Care Bear?" Rachel smiled at the nick name.

"I'm going to change."

"Why? What's wrong with what you have on?" he asked gesturing to the jean pants and tank top she was currently wearing.

"Since we aren't going out. I'm going to get comfortable."

"When did you want to go out?"

"I never did."

"Then why did you bring it up?" Rachel sighed.
"Let it go Jess. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Are you sure because we can get ready real quick and see a show. We might make the matinee showing of Wicked."

"Jess its fine, I just want to change."

"Okay." Jesse watched as Rachel walked down the hall and the bedroom door closed.

Rachel pulled the shirt out of the dresser. She had ordered this shirt as soon as she had pulled herself together. It was totally them. If he didn't get this she might just have to kill him. She slowly walked out of the bedroom.

"Jesse?" he didn't turn around.

"Yes?"

"What do you think of this shirt?"

"I'm sure it looks fine."

"Please Jesse? I really want your opinion."

"How can I deny such a request from my own wife?" He turned. "Now what about this…"

Rachel blushed as Jesse's eye brows furrowed together as he read the quote printed across her chest. His eyes widened and he looked at her. Rachel couldn't help but smile as Jesse's smile lit up the apartment. In a blink of an eye he was off the couch and standing in front of her.

"Really?" He whispered. His hands resting gently on her hips and his eyes shining with excitement. All she could do was nod. Jesse's arms tightened around her waist as he spun her around, his laugh bouncing and echoing around the apartment.

"We're having a baby!" He shouted again and again. "We're having a baby." He finally set her on her feet. "You know that was pretty ingenious." He nodded to her shirt. "I feel like a defective typewriter. Only you would think of using Grease to tell me." He said with a laugh. Jesse sank to his knees in front of Rachel and yanked her shirt up. Jesse nuzzled her stomach, kissing every few turns of his head.

"Jesse! That tickles!" He grinned against her stomach. He lifted his head and beamed at her, he pressed one more kiss to her stomach before moving to kiss her lips, when they parted Jesses smile had only gotten wider.

"What?"

"We're having a baby."