9. Rain
"Which shoes do you want?" Santana asks.
"I couldn't give a damn which footwear you choose, I'll go barefoot for all I care. Just get me to the damn hospital."
"Sorry babe."
Santana continues to shove random things into a duffel bag not really sure what she's looking for anymore.
Rachel holds her stomach as another contraction ripples through. She's watching out of the large window in their apartment as the rain pours onto the road and decides to seek comfort on the couch as she waits for her wife.
"Honey, did you call the car company?" The weather is getting worse and it's going to affect the traffic" Rachel calls out.
Another contractions runs through Rachel's stomach, the pain slowly getting more intense.
"Ugh. Why is it always fucking raining?"
Hearing her wife use a rare curse word Santana quickly makes her way into the living room.
"Don't worry. I called them when you had your first contraction. They'll be here soon, you're doing great baby."
A couple of minutes later they hear a car horn from outside.
"It's about damn time" Rachel says.
"Okay here we go" Santana says wrapping an arm around Rachel and helping her off the couch.
"Let's go meet our baby."
It takes them half an hour to get to the hospital. Rachel spent the whole drive screaming in agony mixed with curse words about the rain and the traffic. Santana heard words come out of Rachel's mouth that she didn't even know her wife knew.
When they arrive at the hospital it takes another four hours of labour before Rachel is taken to a delivery room and Santana is taken by a nurse to get scrubbed up.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse asks.
"Nervous and I'm not even the one having the baby."
"Your wife will be fine and soon enough you'll have a little baby in your arms."
When Santana enters the delivery room she's instantly met with the screams of her wife.
She quickly moves over to Rachel's side and grabs her hand. Rachel squeezes her hand back a little too hard for Santana's liking but there was no way she was going to mention it so she just smiles through the pain.
Santana's heart beats so hard when she hears the first sign of crying that she thinks it's going to break her chest. Rachel slumps down in the bed next to her but her eyes are glued on the doctor holding the tiny person in his arms.
"Would you like you cut the cord Mommy?" the nurse from earlier asks.
Santana takes the pair of scissors from the nurse and cuts the umbilical cord. The nurse takes the baby away and brings her back a few minutes later wrapped in a blanket. She hands the tiny bundle over to Santana who walks over to Rachel.
"Rachel, our daughter would like to meet you."
Santana places a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead before carefully placing her in Rachel's arms.
"She's so small" Rachel smiles.
"You did great baby. Thank you for bringing her into this world."
"Ladies we're going to take the little one here to get checked over and we can let Mommy get cleaned up too. Don't worry you'll be back together soon enough" a nurse says.
Rachel kisses her daughter's dark covered head and allows the nurse to take her.
When Rachel wakes up a couple of hours later she finds that she's in a hospital room surrounded by curtains. She turns her head towards the side to find her wife sat in a chair with their daughter in her arms.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" Santana asks.
"I feel like I've been hit by a truck" Rachel laughs.
"Can I do anything for you? How about a cuddle with the baby? That will make you feel better."
Santana stands from the chair and places her daughter in her wife's arms.
"Hi baby" Rachel coos.
"You know, we really should come up with a name for her" Santana says.
"Do you have any ideas?"
"Not really" Santana replies.
They sit in silence for a few minutes both trying to think of the perfect name for their child. Santana looks at her daughter for some inspiration before looking back at her wife who she finds smiling.
"What?"
"What about Rain?" Rachel suggests.
"Rain?"
"I was trying to think of something special, that has meaning and I thought that since rain was kind of our think that it might be suitable" Rachel explains.
"What do you mean rain is kind of our thing?"
"Well it rained on our first date and the first time we said I love you. It rained on our wedding day. It was raining when I went into labour and if you look out of the window I'm pretty sure it's still raining right now."
"Rain Berry-Lopez. I like it" Santana smiles.
Rain lets out a little grunt as if she's showing approval of her parent's choice of name.
"It seems she likes it too" Rachel laughs.
Santana smiles as she leans into her wife and softly kisses her.
"I love you, Tiny."
Santana looks towards the little bundle in Rachel's arms. She places a gentle kiss on the top of her daughter's tuft of dark hair.
"And I love you too Rain."