Rachel's POV

"WHAT?" asked Daddy.

"You're PREGNANT?" asked Dad.

"Yes, Dad and Daddy, I am SO sorry. I know I have should have been more careful and that I've disappointed you and I really am sorry. Please don't kick me out."

"Okay," said both of my fathers at the same time.

"Wait, what?" I asked, feeling confused. They both seemed so calm that it scared me. Was this part of an act? Were they going to suddenly get angry?

"Rachel, sweetheart, we're not going to kick you out."

"Or be mad at you."

"Why not? Aren't you supposed to? Did you not hear me? I'm PREGNANT!"

"We both heard you. Your dad, well your other dad, and I have been talking about what we would do if you got pregnant ever since we heard about Quinn Fabray's situation," explained Dad, with infallible composure.

Before I could ask what they decided that they would do, Daddy opened his mouth.

"We decided that we wouldn't be mad at you, or even as horribly disappointed as Russell Fabray was, that bitch. Oh sorry, excuse my language, princess. We also decided that we would support you. When you decided that you wanted to be a singer, we took you to singing lessons and to competitions. When you decided that you didn't care how hard it was and that you were going to ace Algebra 2, we tried our hardest to help you and we got you a tutor. We think it would be unfair to you if all the sudden we didn't support you, just because you made a mistake," said Daddy.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, princess. Did you really think we were going to disown you or something?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I thought you were going to do!"

"Rachel, why would you ever think that? Well, I guess this explains all the throwing up and all the crying. Thanks for telling us, because we were planning on taking you to a doctor to find out what the hell was wrong with our baby. Speaking of doctors, have you gone to an obstetrician yet?"

"I have an appointment in a week, because they don't do first appointments until 8 weeks."

"So, you're 7 weeks pregnant?"

"Yes, about 7 weeks."

"Do you want us to go with you?"

"Actually, I'll be fine, because the baby's father is going with me."

"And who is the father of your baby?"

So far my dads weren't mad at me, but I worried that once they found out who got me pregnant, they would freak out.

"Is the father Finn Hudson?" asked Daddy.

"NO! I mean, no, it's not him. It's just that the few people who know all thought that Finn was the father when I told them, and it frustrates me. The father is actually umm… Jesse."

"Jesse St. James?"

"That's the one! The umm father of my unborn child."

"And he's the one who was over at our house for a couple of hours?"

"Yes."

"But I thought you hated him! About a month ago, before you knew you were pregnant, you were… complaining about him. A baby isn't a reason for two people to get back together again."

~Flashback~

"UGH!" I screamed.

"What's wrong baby?" asked Dad.

"Did you and Jesse break up?" asked Daddy.

"YES! THAT STUPID MAN-WHORE NEVER EVEN LOVED ME! HE WAS JUST USING ME TO FURTHER HIS STUPID VOCAL ADRENALINE SCALIWAGS AND MEET MY MOM! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SHE WAS SHELBY FREAKING CORCORAN? BUT BACK TO ST. JACKASS, HE JUST TOOK MY HEART AND CRUSHED IT LIKE THE STAGE FLOOR OF A PERFORMANCE OF STOMP! I WILL NEVER LOVE AGAIN!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

~End Flashback~

"We're boyfriend and girlfriend again, but it's not just because of the baby," I said truthfully. We wouldn't have gotten back together as quickly without the baby, but we loved each other and would have reconciled sooner or later.

"Are you sure you can trust him again?"

"Yes Dad and Daddy, don't worry about my heart. It's safe," I reassured them.

"One more thing, princess, does Jesse want to move in with us?"

"What? Why?"

"Well honey, I read in the local paper that Jesse decided not to go to UCLA and instead is enrolling in some community college nearby. Now I know why!"

"But Dads aren't you supposed to live in fear of me ever living with my boyfriend?"

"What is with all the 'supposed to be's?' And you're pregnant now and if you can say that you can trust him, we'll trust him a little bit and let him stay here. I'm sure his parents will probably kick him out anyway, considering that he gave up a full scholarship to UCLA. But we ARE parents of an only child, who just happens to be a female, so the door to your room must ALWAYS be open a crack. I don't care if you can't get anymore pregnant, NO MORE SEX!"

"Well, that's not that much of a punishment," I chuckled, "I'll ask him about that."

"Alright, honey. Can you go up to your room for a little while? Your father and I, who is also your father, need time to let the news sink in."

"OK!" I said, as I skipped up to my room, so that they wouldn't have time to change their minds and start screaming at me. Once I got their, I texted Jesse. (I was too nervous to actually talk to them.)

I told my dads that I'm pregnant. They're actually OK with it! And they asked me to ask you if you wanted to move in with us.

I was extremely nervous. In a weird twist of events, I had actually asked Jesse to move in with us! Finn was going to love to hear that one later!

Seriously? He replied.

Yes!

We're going to be roomies

Is that a yes?

Yes! Why wouldn't I want to live with my beautiful girlfriend?

I can think of a few reasons.

Rachel, do we need to have ANOTHER discussion about raising your self-esteem? Because I personally think, no I KNOW that you are perfectly amazing.

))))) I love you!

I love you, too.