A/N I'm sorry for the late update, I had some writers block but I finally did this. It's kind of a filler that is the foundation for later starts tomorrow for me, so not sure when I'll next update. Anyway, thank you to all my reviewers and please review again and enjoy!
Three months later.
Humming along to her Radio, Rachel couldn't help but smile as she pulled into the motels parking lot. Not only was a beautiful sunny day, but her morning sickness was finally easing up and she had gone four whole days without throwing up! But most importantly of all, today they were going to New York!
As she got out of her Prius, Rachel grabbed the plastic bag of breakfast that she'd bought at the Lima Bean on her way over and headed for the Evan's room. In the last few months she had become very well acquainted with the family. Sam still had his pizza job, so she would split the babysitting of his siblings with Quinn and would often take them back to her house. Her parents had been delighted by this silver lining to the fact that their seventeen year old daughter was pregnant. They loved having Stevie and Stacy around and the feeling was mutual. Stacey was thrilled at all the different braids Rachel's Daddy could do to her long blonde hair and both children were quickly learning to enjoy Musicals – the other day they had actually partaken in a whole family sing along to Annie. Sam's parents had initially been wary of her, mostly due to the fact that they weren't thrilled with the idea of their eldest child becoming a teenage father, but they'd quickly come to adore Rachel and treat her like a member of their family.
As she knocked and waited patiently for someone to open the door, she couldn't help but smile to herself because right now, life was pretty great. Sure she was pregnant and a loser, but she was going to New York today with all her friends and her wonderful boyfriend.
"Morning Rach." Mrs Evans said as she opened the door, looking tired and stressed as usual but trying desperately to put on a brave face for her family.
"Good morning Mrs Evans," Rachel beamed, entering into the cramped room and shutting the door begind her, "I hope you don't mind but I brought some breakfast, I had the strongest craving for Lemon muffins this morning, so I had no option but to buy half a dozen from the Lima Bean this morning. Unfortunatly I was slightly over zealous, and found myself feeling quite full after my first one. So I thought I'd leave them with you guys, because" She paused briefly, "Sam and I wont be requiring them as we are going to New York today."
She finally took a breath and smiled at the older woman, who was looking at her fondly.
"Well thank you Rachel." She said, taking the paper bag from her hands, "that was very kind of you, and I do know about New York, Sammy hasn't been able to shut up about it."
Rachel nodded understandingly, and looked around the room, realising for the first time that it was empty.
"And where is Sam? And the kids?" She asked, failing to hide her panicked expression at the idea of being late for the plane.
"Oh, he just took them to the park for a little bit. He should be back soon."
Rachel took a deep breath at this news and tried not to let herself get too wound up, after all, she thought to herself as she rubbed gentle circles on her swollen stomach, that would be bad for the baby.
"So how are you feeling honey?" Mrs Evans asked as she began picking around the room and tidying it up. Five people living in one room was a recipe for mess and chaos, though she did notice that the room was always marginally tidier when Rachel had been babysitting the night before.
"I'm good. The sickness has mostly past now, but I keep getting cravings." She frowned for a moment, "The other day all I wanted was peanut butter and spinach. I made my Daddy drive to the store especially for it."
She rested her hand right above her baby bump.
"That'd not that bad, at least it's healthy! When I was pregnant with Stacey my craving was Oreo's covered in maple syrup." Mrs Evans reminisced and both women laughed a little.
Rachel and Sam had gone for a check up last week, and found out that their baby was a little boy. Ever since then Sam hadn't shut up about all the cool names they could call him, even throwing Chewbacca out there – ("We could call him Chewy, it would be cute!").
Just then there was a flurry of activity as Sam and his siblings crashed through the door, laughing and smiling. Upon seeing Rachel, Sam's grin widened slightly and he immediately leant down to kiss her.
"Ready for New York?" He whispered in her ear, causing her to beam and nod, all worries temporarily forgotten.
After a long plane trip that had retriggered her morning sickness, the entire Glee club finally arrived in New York City. For most of them it was their first time there, and for some their first time out of Ohio. Rachel enjoyed watching her friends marvel at the sprawling city, which still took her breath away. She herself had been here many times before with her Daddies, and had taken in several Broadway shows and done most of the sightseeing.
Mr Shue had forced them to stay in the hotel until they'd written their songs for Nationals, but as Rachel had already written her moving ballad she and Sam were allowed to go out, as her fathers had insisted that as she was now five months pregnant and active lifestyle was imperative to her health. So whilst their teammates were stuck inside she had taken Sam to all her favourite spots in the City. Eventually though, they ended up lying together in Central Park, as the intense summer heat had become too much for Rachel to bear.
"When I live here," She said turning her head so that she was facing Sam, "I'm going to come and lie in this park every day. It's so peaceful, it's hard to believe that you're in New York."
He'd laughed a little before responding.
"So you still want to live here? After we graduate?"
She was taken aback slightly by his question. Surely everyone in Lima knew that New York was where she was going to be, and she was sure her own boyfriend should know that.
"Of course I am. Why would you even ask that?"
He propped himself up on his elbow and brushed some of her dark hair out of her face.
"Well it's just not the best place to raise a baby, is it? In some cramped, tiny apartment with traffic blaring all night long."
Rachel didn't say anything. She hadn't really thought about the logistics of her plan now that she was pregnant. She'd thought about it briefly but had just assumed that she would bring her son – and Sam – along with her. But he had a point. New York and Broadway was her dream, but was it right for her family?
She struggled to push back a thought that had crossed her mind several times in the last few months, and had become a subject that she had actively been thinking about in the last week or so.
"So we're keeping the baby? For sure?"
She flinched internally at the look she received in return for her question.
"Of course. I mean, that's what we've talked about. You never mentioned wanting to give our son away." He sat up completely now, his tone edgy and defensive.
"Sam." She struggled to sit up so that she could look at him, but he had his arms crossed over his chest and was stubbornly looking away. This, she wanted to scream, this is why maybe we should consider adoption, because you are acting a lot more like a petulant toddler than a responsible father.
"I love our son, you know that. But I want what's best for him. And I feel like I need to consider all the options."
"Listen to me." His voice suddenly urgent, Sam finally looked at her, "what our son needs is his parents. Us. You and me. No one will ever love him like we do, and all you need is love, right?"
She almost wanted to cry in frustration, but the sweet smile on his face and her desire to not have a fight whilst in the middle of central park and the day before Nationals, was what made her swallow her thoughts and nod and agree with him.
They lost Nationals. Personally Rachel blamed it on the weak group number, her own performance was flawless, but the hastily put together and rehearsed group number was something that she considered barely Sectional worthy, so she wasn't all that surprised that they didn't make the cut. But that didn't make it suck any less.
Later in the night, Sam snuck into Rachel's room. She had her own because she was increasingly uncomfortable due to her sizeable stomach and the idea of sharing a bedroom – and bathroom – with five other girls wasn't appealing in the slightest. And besides, her Daddy had been the one who suggested it and offered to pay for it.
"Sam." She whispered sleepily as she felt him slide into bed next to her and wrap his muscular arm around her.
"Shhhh," He soothed, "Go back to sleep."
"Mr Shue is going to be mad if he finds you here." She mumbled, snuuggling in closer to him.
"You're already pregnant, what's the worst that could happen?" She responded by hitting on the head, and rolling over so that she was facing him.
"Sam-" She started but he cut her off.
"I love you." He smiled goofily at her, "I've known for a while, but it hit me tonight. I love you so much, and I don't want to be with anyone else ever."
She would have been slightly more convinced if it weren't for the fact that he'd promised to marry Quinn Fabray before they'd even been going out, but it was sweet.
"I love you too." She whispered, and he smiled before leaning in to kiss her softly. Soon the kiss deepened, and her hands were under his shirt and his hands were in her hair, and she wasn't sure how she'd been asleep only minutes before when now all she wanted was to stay in this moment forever.
Before she knew what she was even really doing, she was tugging on his pyjama bottoms.
"Are you sure?" He asked her, pulling away and looking at her seriously.
She nodded shyly and giggled as he pulled her on top of him.