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Rachel fidgeted with her thumbs as she watched Finn slurp down the last sip of his iced tea. They went out to brunch to celebrate three whole days of Rachel sans vomiting. She felt the lump rising in her throat and her heart was racing so fast she thought it might beat out of her chest. She couldn't take it anymore, "Finn, I want to get a paternity test."

He ceased sipping and stared at her dumbfounded. It took a moment for him to collect himself and shot back at her, "Well I don't." He turned away from her, trying to hide the hurt and the anxiety. What if this baby really wasn't his? He swore he'd love it either way but it would absolutely crush him, he knew it.

"Finn, please hear me out." They were interrupted by the waitress, "Are you guys ready to order?" Finn sat arms crossed and shook his head, "I'm not very hungry."

"Please eat something." Rachel pleaded. She smiled up at the waitress and ordered a vegetarian eggs benedict and an authentic one for Finn. She'd force him to eat. The waitress left abruptly, feeling the full weight of the tension.

"Don't act like a child. Would you really want to live your life unsure if this baby was yours?!" She asked incredulously.

He slammed his fist down on the table, "I don't care what any test says Rachel, that's my baby."

She sighed, unsure of how to get through to him. "I just don't understand."

He shrugged, annoyed at the insinuation, "You don't understand what, exactly."

She looked down at the floor and pulled down her sleeves like she always did when she was nervous, "Why do you feel this allegiance to me—to my baby. It's not like we were together…"

He couldn't believe it. He honestly couldn't believe she was asking him that, "You don't understand my allegiance?! We were ENGAGED Rachel! You were 'this close' to being my wife. Those promises—I made them and I stick by them. For us it's not an if it's a when. So THAT'S why I have an allegiance to you and YOUR baby." He spat. "Remember something, Rachel. I NEVER slept with anyone else." He threw his chair back and slammed $40 down on the table. "That should cover it," and with that he stormed away leaving Rachel with tears streaming down her face, to eat brunch by herself. She took a deep breath and grabbed the straw from Finn's drink and sealed it in the zip lock bag she brought with her.

He was furious, but he was even more worried. She hadn't returned home and it was late. They had gone to brunch what seemed like years ago. Part of him also felt guilty, insinuating what he did about her. He was just so god damn jealous and the thought of Rachel carrying someone else's child made his skin crawl. There was also another nudging voice telling him that she was right. They needed to know the baby's paternity especially for things like health reasons. It was more than pride. God, he hated it when she was right. Finally, he decided to give in and call her to ease his fears if nothing else. It rang and it rang and it rang, seven different phone calls and each one went to voicemail. He gulped.

He laid on the bed and thought of all of the horrible things that could happen to a tiny, vulnerable pregnant girl in New York City: mugged, raped, strangled, beaten, tortured, pushed onto the train tracks, sold into sex slavery…" He shot up and put on his shoes. He was practically sweating with terror. He needed to find her and make sure she was okay. He looked high, he looked low, he must have walked the theatre district four different times and there was no sign of Rachel anywhere. Then it hit him.

He rushed into the dark and desolate park, knowing where she must've went. Sure enough, there on the bow bridge sat Rachel, legs dangling off the edge. "RACHEL?!" She was so startled she nearly fell in but Finn raced to steady her. "Rachel what the HELL are you doing in Central Park by yourself in the middle of the night? DO YOU WATCH LAW AND ORDER?!"

She shrugged, "I just needed to clear my head."

Finn took both of her shoulders in his hands, imploring her to look at him, "Rach where were you all day?"

She looked up at him, ashamed, "The doctor."

Finn's heart sunk at the cryptic message. "What were you doing there; your appointment isn't till next week."

She sniffled, "I—I got the paternity test done. And I waited all day just so I could get the results in person. I didn't want you to have to deal with that."

He couldn't breathe. Everything around him was hazy and he suddenly felt very heavy. He grabbed the ledge of the bridge to steady himself. He couldn't hear those test results, not with the way Rachel's tone was. He must not be the father.

She just doubled over and cried, and cried, and cried. He didn't know what to do so he sank to the ground with her.

"I-I-I'm SO SORRY, FINN." She burst out. He took her in his arms, holding back the bile that was building in his throat. This couldn't be happening.

"I'm sorry I doubted you." She heaved into his chest.

Finn pulled back for a second, "Wait, what?" He asked breathlessly.

"I just feel so guilty because you always knew the baby was yours and I wasn't sure." She rubbed the mascara flowing from under her eyes.

"Rach, the baby… is mine?" He whispered.

She looked up at him offering an ironic laugh, "Yes. 99.9%" He grinned one of his trophy Finn Hudson smiles and enveloped her in a hug. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief. This wasn't just a hunch anymore. Rachel Berry was absolutely having his baby and he was thrilled.

Things died down after the paternity test. Rachel's hormones seemed to steady themselves a bit, she only puked when she smelled something she particularly didn't like and Kurt and Santana seemed to be in better spirits as well. Things were falling into place. Also, today was the day that they were finding out the sex of the baby and he was so excited that he could practically burst. He leaned over in bed and propped himself up on one arm as the other one went protectively over Rachel's stomach. And that was the first time he felt it, the hint of a baby bump, and it made it all more real. His heart caught in his throat and he couldn't contain it no matter how hard he tried- he was crying. He was too busy rubbing his eyes in embarrassment to see that Rachel had woken up and was now crying too, "Oh, Finn." She buried her face in his chest, knowing exactly why he was crying. She reached up and grabbed his face to pull him into a deep kiss. She touched her forehead with his, "I love you." It was the first time she had said it since…since well, he couldn't remember. He laid her down on the bed and straddled her, returning her kiss but this time more- suggestively. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that?" He asked.

"Rachel Berry." The nurse called from the doorway and Rachel jumped up nervously. Finn grabbed her waist and trailed behind her into the examination room.

"Ok, I'll leave you to get changed." The nurse and Finn left the room in order to give Rachel a moment to herself. Outside, the nurse smiled and gave a nervous Finn a reassuring pat on his shoulder and whispered, "You're going to do great, Dad." Finn blushed and gave his half smile, the kind of smile he really meant because he couldn't hide it. As the nurse turned away to attend to a runaway toddler, Rachel's doctor walked up to Finn and motioned for him to come inside Rachel's room with him, "Don't worry Finn, this is a happy appointment" He reassured him, knowing how anxious sonograms made him since the scare at the hospital. Finn nodded and his breath caught in his throat as he saw Rachel lying on the table, feet in stirrups with her little belly exposed. He just loved her.

The doctor washed his hands and put on his gloves as he let Finn situate himself next to Rachel. He turned around grinning, "So, Mom and Dad, are we ready?" Rachel nodded furiously, with one of her wide grins that only served to hide the tears that were about to pour down her cheeks. Finn brushed her hair with his hands. The doctor squeezed the cold goo onto her bare stomach and guided the sonogram wand around trying to yield some results. Finn squinted trying to make out any sign of anything that looked…familiar and Rachel's mind was racing so fast she almost didn't hear the doctor say, "Ah, look what we have here! A boy!" Finn was grinning from ear to ear, goofily staring at the screen. A boy, his little guy. It wasn't that he preferred a boy, he really would have been just as happy with a beautiful baby girl but it was just something about passing on his family name, teaching him things that he had learned whether it was how to fix a car, throw a football, play the drums, or how to treat a girl, it made him think he was keeping his dad alive somehow.

"Rach." Finn noticed that she had been unusually quiet, especially for Rachel.

She was transfixed on the screen but managed to answer him, "Yes?"

He turned her to face him, "You're happy, right? I mean I know you're like the epitome of a girl—" She put her hand up to stop him from talking.

"Finn, do you honestly think I'm mad because we're having a son?" He looked around nervously afraid to say the wrong thing.

"Uh—no…"

She began to cry (she was doing that a lot lately like—even more than usual) and grabbed his face, "I'm just imaging our little boy, unusually tall with his big goofy grin and I can't tell you how happy that makes me." Finn heaved a sigh of relief and rested his forehead on Rachel's. They were going to be a family- Him, Rachel, and their son. Their son. He swore he'd never get tired of saying that.