Sorry for not posting yesterday. I babysat my neighbor's four devil children and then I had to go to my grandparents' house. This chapter is much happier than the last one, but remember, Rachel is a tad overemotional.

Rachel's POV

"Jesse, what time is it? It's eleven o'clock! It's Monday! We're supposed to be at school right now!" I frantically rambled.

"Calm down, Rach. Don't you remember? You're dads said we could stay home today since you haven't been sleeping enough lately, and it's the last week of school, so it's not like we'll be missing anything," he explained.

"Really? I don't remember them saying that," I said.

"That's probably because you were half-asleep. I had to carry you up to bed last night. You should have seen the look on your dads' faces," he chuckled.

"Wow, I almost never sleep this late."

"Exactly, you're pregnant and you need to rest more often. It's a good thing that summer is coming up, so you won't be as busy."

"How long have you been up?"

"A while."

"I'm sorry! You didn't have to stay with me the whole time."

"I didn't want to wake you up. Besides, the last time I wasn't here when you slept, you dreamt about evil octopuses."

"Never mention that again, Jesse!"

"Sorry, Rachel."

"You're lucky you're attractive."

"You seemed to think I was very attractive yesterday when you and Quinn were arguing over which one of your boyfriends was more of a man than the other."

"Ugh," I moaned.

"Aww, it's OK, Rach. It was pretty amusing to watch."

I didn't have time to tell him that I wasn't moaning about acting like an idiot, I was too busy running to the bathroom and then puking my guts out. Jesse, of course, held my hair back with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. When I finished, Jesse helped me stand up and rinse my mouth out.

"I swear, this baby has an eating disorder," I complained.

"I'm sorry Rachel, I wish I could help you with that," he said as he picked me up and then carried me back to bed. He promptly hopped back into bed next to me and pulled me into his embrace.

"It's OK, Jesse. I'm better now. Besides, I'm sure Quinn is feeling worse."

"Let's not think about that, because it always stresses you out, and today is supposed to be about you relaxing and not being stressed out. Anyways, I'm sorry that you're not feeling very well at all this morning."

I studied his face, and it looked like he was feeling very guilty.

"Jesse," I started, "what did I tell you about blaming yourself for this?"

"Rach, I'm not-

"Yes, you are. You can't lie to me," I said, while suppressing the urge to laugh, because it was usually Jesse who said those things to me.

"It's hard not to feel guilty when you, you poor thing, have to go through all of this because of something I did to you."

I went from trying not to laugh to trying not to cry, but unfortunately, it's hard to hide wanting to cry because then, your eyes water.

"Rach? What's wrong?" asked Jesse, who was immediately concerned. His concern pushed me over the edge, and I started sobbing.

"Rachel? Honey, what's wrong?" he asked again, while worriedly trying to comfort me, which made me feel even guiltier and cry even harder.

Scared and extremely worried, Jesse held me while the sobs racked my body. He murmured soothing words in my ear. When I calmed down, which took an awfully long time due to how upset I was, I pulled my head back from Jesse's chest to study his expression once more. He seemed as if he wanted nothing more than to know what had distressed me, but didn't want to ask in fear that it would make me start crying again.

"Jess, I'm sorry," whispered.

"Why in the world are you sorry, Rachel?"

"For crying hysterically into your chest," I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"There's no reason to be sorry, Rach. I'm here for you, and you know that," he said before kissing my cheek, which was wet at the time.

"I love you, Jesse."

"I love you too, Rachel. Now, please tell me why you were crying, so I can help you."

So he could help me… that boy worked so hard for me. I almost lost it and started weeping again, but I recovered. However, not before a few tears could escape from my eyes. Jesse wiped them away and then brushed a strand of hair from my face."

"Rach, please talk to me," he pleaded.

"I was crying because I hate it when you put this all on yourself, like it's your fault. You look so mad at yourself. Jesse, please stop blaming yourself. You don't think Puck told me about the conversation you two had a few days ago? It's NOT your fault, Jess. You didn't mess my life up. I love you, so please stop feeling guilty. Please? Pretty please?" I begged.

"Rachel Berry, are you meaning to tell me that YOU feel guilty?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes. I feel guilty for making you feel guilty."

"Rachel, there is no reason for you to feel guilty!"

"And there is no reason for you to feel guilty, Jess."

"Yes, there is! Rachel-

"NO! Just stop it, please! It tears me apart to see you like that. Listen to me Jesse, I do not blame you for this. Even my dads don't! Sure, they want to, but as hard as they try, they'll never fully achieve it. Do you want to know why? Because, we both got ourselves into this. So the next time I cry for no reason, or throw up, or do something else pregnancy related, you are NOT going to blame yourself, Mister! Do you understand?" I ranted.

"Rach-

"I said no, St. James! Sure, we should have been smarter and waited a long time before having a baby, but in the end, all this hell I've been going through will be worth it. And they'll be good moments too, Jess. Like when we go see the baby on the sonogram tomorrow."

"You've been going through all of the hell because of me," he argued.

"How many times do I have to tell you that it's not your fault?"

"Until it's true."

I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes, which made me start crying again.

"Rachel, please don't cry. I'm sorry. Shh… it's going to be OK. You're OK."

I regained control of myself fairly quickly. I cupped Jesse's face in my hand and stared at him through watery eyes.

"Jesse, it's not your fault. Look, I understand why you might feel that way, but still, you shouldn't. I do not blame you for a second of what's happened, OK? Do you understand? I love you, and I do not ever want to see you hating yourself again, OK? You're not doing this to me; it's not your fault."

"OK, Rachel, I won't blame myself anymore."

"Good, because if you needed further convincing, I probably would have started crying again, and it would have taken a lot to have calmed me down."

"I won't feel guilty, IF-

"If?"

"If you don't feel guilty."

"Fine, because what makes me feel guilty is when you feel guilty."

"And… other things make me feel guilty, but when you get upset, it makes me feel even worse."

"So it's a deal."

"OK. So, what do you want to do now, Rach? Do you want to eat something?" he asked before taking in my facial expression.

"OK, I guess that's a no to some breakfast," he said.

"Yeah, I'm still not feeling so great. But, do you know what would make me feel better?" I smiled.

"What?"
"If you'd just hold me for a little while longer."

"I'll hold you for as long as you want."

"Then you're arms will get sore."

"I think I'll live."

"That's good, because I really need you to live."

"And why is that?"

"Wow, and you say that I have low self-esteem. Because I love you, you idiot!"

"And I love you, you beautiful girl!"

"Ooh, I like it when you call me beautiful."

"I am an honest person."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I kissed him as a reply. He didn't seem to mind my lack of words. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. A lot.