A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews! You guys are so kind. :)

I would also like to take this time to offer my condolences to the families of the innocent children who lost their lives in Connecticut and China yesterday. There are not enough words to express the complete and utter grief I feel for you. You will be in my thoughts and prayers.

It wasn't totally planned. (Okay, it was not planned at all.) I mean they always talked about having kids, just not right now.

She has won her first Tony; it's sitting right there, on the mantel, above the fireplace. She could always take a few years off work; it wouldn't be that big of a deal. She also bought four pregnancy tests, just to be sure. You can't really trust those things a hundred percent you know? Now, all she has to do is figure out how to tell Finn.

He's outside watching TV right now. She thinks he might start to get a little worried because she's been in the bathroom for almost half an hour now. Her suspicions were confirmed when she hears knocking on the door and a: "Baby, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I…"

When he hears the sound of her throwing up, he bursts open the door immediately and runs to her aid. She's crouching over the toilet seat, with one hand on the seat and the other resting on her stomach. He sits, Indian style, next to Rachel, and brushes her hair away from her face. He reaches over to the cabinet and hands her a tissue. He doesn't ask if she's okay - because obviously, she's not.

"F-Finn." She stutters as she grabs his hand with hers. "I'm pregnant."

He isn't exactly sure what he feels. A whirlwind of emotions hit him all at once. He's happy, scared, shocked and even excited at the same time. Can he even be a good father?

Rachel's sobbing pulls him out of his thoughts so he kisses her forehead to comfort her.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yeah. Come here." She sniffles and leads him to the sink where all the four tests are.

"Finn." She whispers. "I don't know what to do. I don't even know how to be a mother. I've never even had one."

"Well," Finn replies, "I never had a dad either, so I guess we're both on the same page."

He kneels down and places the tiniest kiss on her belly. He looks up to see Rachel smiling down at him through her tears.

"Hi baby." He starts, "You are so loved, you know that? I hope you have a nose like your mother's."

"And your father's dimples." She interrupts, tracing her thumb over his'.

He chuckles, "And my dimples, of course! You know, between you and me, I think that's what helped me win your mother over. My dimples are my prizewinners."

She laughs and nudges his shoulder.

He stands up and places a kiss on her nose. His lips linger there for a few more seconds. Intertwining their fingers together, he says, "We'll do this together. We may not know what the hell we're doing, but we'll always have each other's backs. Alright?"

"Yeah." She nods and finds comfort in his arms. "We're going to be okay."

She isn't showing yet. Maybe a little bulge, but it's hardly noticeable. They invite Carole, Burt, Hiram and Leroy for a little 'get together' in their New York apartment. Really, they wanted to break the news to them.

It's almost Christmas. It's in 10 days actually. And they decide that their pregnancy would be the perfect gift to all four of them.

When they arrive, nothing out of the ordinary happens, so they don't suspect anything. They exchange pleasantries, Carole helps Rachel out in the kitchen, the men talk about cars in the living room, they have a lovely dinner, and you know, all normal.

While they are all sitting on the couch, talking about god knows what, Finn stares across the room to meet the eyes of his wife and he knows it's time.

He stands up and says, "Rachel and I have an announcement to make."

The room quiets down and they focus their attention on him. He walks over to Rachel and slings his arm across her waist. He gives it a little squeeze as he says, "We're pregnant."

He can hear bouts of laughter and shouts coming from their parents. They all seem genuinely happy about the news. Carole comes up to Rachel and offers her a giant bear hug and Rachel giggles under her embrace. Rachel fathers both pat Finn on the back as if giving him their approval. He smiles at both of them but he'd be lying if he said that they both still didn't intimidate him.

After they all leave and Carole makes Rachel promise her that she'll update her on every stage of the pregnancy, Finn walks up to Rachel and says, "That went better than expected."

"Yeah, I thought my fathers would castrate you, or something." She laughs.

"I'd like my man parts to be attached to my body, thank you."

"So do I." She smirks. "So do I."

She slowly stirs out of her nap as she rubs her eyes and cringes her nose. She reaches over to the left side of the bed, only to find Finn sitting up and looking through an old photo album.

"What are you looking at?" She asks as she curls into his right arm.

"Just photos of me as a kid." He shrugs.

"I like this one." She points to a photo of him banging away on his drum set.

"Yeah?" He says, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"If we have a son, he's going to play the drums like you do."

"What if it's a girl?"

"I'm pretty sure it's a boy." She smiles and leans up to kiss him.

"Well, whatever it is," He says, placing his fingers on her belly, "it is so lucky to have a mom like you. I still can't believe you're carrying our baby. I think I'm even more in love with you than ever before."

She laughs and smacks him with a pillow, "So you didn't love me that much before, huh."

"No, I didn't." He jokes. "I just thought I'd marry this woman for the sake of it."

"Hey!" She giggles.

He crawls over to her, pins her to the bed and kisses her hard on the lips. "I really meant what I said though, I love you so much."

Her thumb brushes his cheek as she whispers, "I know. I love you too, Finn. I really, really love you."

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