Chapter 14

Dear lovely readers - my middle name is Drama. That is all.

They spent the next couple of weeks looking for a two-bedroom apartment, or even a loft, to make room for the baby. It wasn't difficult, not when there were apartment building renting just about everywhere in Los Angeles. It was all going so fast, yet it seemed like the right speed.

Once they did find a place to live, a much bigger place, Finn started working on the nursery, because really, that was the first most important place for the time being. Once they had the baby's room set up, the rest was a piece of cake. Their bedroom was bigger than the old one, and Rachel had a lot more room for her clothes (and there were a lot of clothes) and her shoes. There was even a piano in a corner in the living room, where Rachel could compose her songs.

It was all so perfect. So perfect, that it was almost too good to be true. They were just a couple living in the glorious city of Los Angeles, starting a family. Unexpectedly, but it was happening.

And Finn couldn't be happier. The moment she told him she was pregnant, he practically burst into tears of joy, not knowing how else to respond to the news. He was insanely relieved that she wasn't sick with something serious, even though her morning sickness made him feel kind of awful. He swore he was going to be the best father any kid has ever had, and still managed to make Rachel's dreams come true.

"What do you want it to be?" she asked, laying down on the bed as Finn attempted to massage her back, hoping to make her more comfortable.

"Mm?"

"The baby. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?"

Oh, he'd definitely thought about it long and hard before. And his only conclusion was... "Girl."

There was a pause, as if she was trying to silently come up with a good reason for his answer."And why's that?"

"Because then she would look just like you, and be just as amazing and as wonderful as you are. A little Rachel Hudson running around," he answered with a smile.

She turned her head and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Hudson?"

"Berry. I meant Berry."

She knew what he meant, but she didn't dare ruin their moment. Instead, she kept it to herself and just smiled, enjoying the rest of her back massage.

"What about you?"

"What do I want?"

"Yeah."

"A boy." And before he could ask, she went on. "Because when you're not around, I have this beautiful baby boy who looks just like his father, with me. He'll be my hero, like you are."

An answer like that deserved a kiss. He couldn't help it. It was like ever since that night at the Grammy's, she had a way with words. Her songwriting was more inspired, and the things she said were just so perfect.

Ten minutes later, they were completely naked, and under the covers, breathing heavily and slightly sweaty from a couple of mind blowing rounds of sex.

She traced lazy circles on his chest as he held her in his arms. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Me?" he asked, slightly surprised. "You're the amazing one.

"I mean...I broke your heart. Every single day when we were together the first time. But you never said no to me. In...any which way. You told me you loved me, and ignore everything else. Then I...shattered you completely, and...you took me back again." She lifted her beautiful dark brown eyes to his. "I can't help but say that I don't deserve you."

"You know what, you don't." Her eyes fell, and he lifted her chin back to him. "But I don't deserve you either." And then he kissed her softly.

She was his world. Everything about her, he loved. And there was nothing in the world she could say or do that he wouldn't forgive. This time around, it was different. Even if she was hormonal now, and sometimes got upset over literally nothing at all. She always made up for it, and he never stopped loving her.

Yes. They had turned into that couple, and neither of them cared.

Singing while she cooked wasn't anything abnormal. In fact, she sang while she did just about everything. But it seemed like someone particularly liked it when she sang, and she was more than happy to oblige. It was like getting butterflies in her stomach, but felt a lot more wonderful.

Their baby was kicking. Or at least, he or she was trying to. It was still too small to be moving quite so much, but it was definitely happy upon hearing its mother sing.

Rachel was up at four months and a week, and her baby bump made her extremely happy. It made her life feel real, especially when Finn made it all feel so surreal. She was going to have a baby with the only man she's ever truly loved, and she was going to marry him sometime in the near future. And she knew that because Finn constantly was slipping up and calling her 'Rachel Hudson'. It was a sign that he was thinking about it more often than was normal.

But she didnt mind. She loved him, and she wanted to be his wife. Sure, sometimes it caused her to panic whenever she thought about becoming anyone's wife, or even having a baby. How could she ever be good enough to be someone's wife? Or even have a baby? That kid was going to know what his or her mother had been, and be ashamed of her. Thoughts like those made Rachel want to crawl underneath the covers and hide there.

Truth was, though, that Rachel felt like a changed person. Like she had been redeemed somehow, from her past life, and that it was Finn who brought her back to life. She had purpose, and she had potential. Sure, sometimes she was still stopped on the street by a fan asking her to sign a nude photograph of her, but it didn't bother her as much. More people were excited to meet Rachel Berry, and to go to her CD signings than to watch a movie starring Roxy Starr.

And she really was getting famous. Everyone wanted the new starlet to perform for them. Grand openings at restaurants, or promotions, and even charities and galas. Finn was a trooper about those kinds of things, and always escorted her to them (especially now that she was pregnant). When she got a call about a tour, it was like a dream come true. Finn would go with her, and they would have the time of their lives on the road.

"Rachel, I...I can't. I need to finish filming this movie. It's like a two-month thing."

Her heart dropped. "Can't you...can't you like, let someone else finish it for you?"

"It doesn't work that way, babe. Either I stick it to the end, or I don't get paid. Simple as that. And with the baby, we need to get things for him or for her," he explained.

"But my career can pay for this baby and...ten more. You don't have to do that."

It was that comment that seemed to offend Finn. "So...do you want me to just stay home, then? Be here at your side, so you can just...call your slave to do whatever you want him to?"

"Finn, no. You know that's not what I meant."

"I know...what you meant, Rachel. We agreed from the beginning that no matter what, we would make this work. That I'd keep my filming career, and you would have your music career."

"And we are, i-it's just...things change. We're having a baby, and..."

"And...I'm going to drop my entire life, to go on tour with you. Rachel, you're past four months. You can't go on a four-month tour. Tours are exhausting, and you're pregnant-"

"Yes, I'm pregnant, not dying, Finn! I think I could handle a tour, especially when I'm doing something that I love!" she lashed back at him. It wasn't fair of him to do this. Not right now.

He put down his fork, and stood up, clearly upset. "Fine. Then go do what you love. Go...find yourself for the next four months, and have God knows what happen to you or our baby. Go. I'll be here in Los Angeles, doing what I love." He walked over to the door, grabbing a sweater, and putting on his shoes.

"Where are you going?"

"Why? You want me to stay home and be here in case you need your hair brushed?" he shot right back, before walking out the door, and slamming it.

Her fork went flying after him as she angrily scowled, before she broke down into tears. She had went about it the wrong way. She shouldn't have told him that he was going, but rather ask him. Or ask him about the tour, for that matter. They discussed things like these, they didn't just agree to them before talking to one another.

Damn hormones. She couldn't even think straight anymore. She hadn't even asked him about his day. Maybe he had a bad day, and this was the last thing he needed from her. How was she supposed to be a wife when she couldn't even be a good girlfriend?

Her appetite was gone the moment Finn left, and she just went to lay out on the couch. She was worrying about him. Where had he gone? And was he going to come back? When? She didn't like not knowing. Part of her was scared he'd left her for good, or that the conclusion he'd have when he returned would be that they needed time apart. That would kill her. She couldn't live without him, and he knew that.

An hour passed, two hours passed, and at almost three hours, Rachel began to get really nervous. It was late, and she was tired, but sleeping without Finn wasn't an option. It never was. She couldn't fall asleep unless she was safely in his arms.

All she did was close her eyes for a few seconds, but when she woke up to the sound of her phone ringing, relief washed over her. It was past midnight, and Finn was coming home, at last.

"Hey, baby, I want to apologize. Can you please come home so we could -" She stopped, then froze. Her eyes went wide and she couldn't breathe. "...what? When? How?" Tears started falling, and they didn't stop.