The Baby

"Rach, honey, push! You have to push!"

"I can't!" she replied

Yep, Rachel Barbra Berry is having a baby! Guess who's the dad...or mom, yeah...Santana! Yeah she was born with a...yeah and one night they were making out and it went to far, so now they're married and Rachel is 17 with a baby. Everything was going fine during labor until it was time to push.

"Deep breath, ! 1,2,3, PUSH!" the said said, his name was John Stamos, but he wasn't the same guy, weird huh? "Alright we have the head one long push!"

"Ughhhh..."

"Come on babe, you're doing great!" I said trying to be the supportive wife while gettting the life squeezed out of my left hand.

"Ughhhhhhh..."

"Waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" the baby cried for the first time!

"It's a girl" oh yeah did I forget to mention that Rachel wanted to wait to see if the baby was girl or boy? Oh well she did! We chose Justin for a boy, and Emily for a girl! ( we wanted to keep them simple and not have some unique that seems cute now but ten later you're wondering why you chose that, thinking we're you drunk?)

"Did you choose a name?" the doctor asked.

"Emily" I replied, suddenly while Rachel was holding the baby she started crying and I turned to see Rachel's eyes closing. "Rach...Rach! Rachel wake up!" they started dragging me out.

"Take her out of here!"

"Rachel!"

I had to wait three hours until they told me the news, Rachel died due to a blood cell bursting. I didn't talk to anyone for a week until my mom finally had the balls everyone else didn't have and came to New York and made me talk to her. She told me I could come back to Lima, and she would help with the baby after the...after the funeral. I had to still plan that...but it's hard.

At the funeral, everyone who we knew came and gave speeches or song songs, and sometimes both. I don't know who cried the most me or Kurt. The old glee club sang together for me. Everyone said they're going to stay a while and help me with Emily. To be honest, I really don't want to see her, she's the reason Rachel's dead!

"Miji, Emily's crying can you get her?" my mom yelled upstairs to me. I started a new job writing for a fashion/dance magazine, and I had a lot of stuff to do that I missed.

"I can't right now, I'm working!" My mom came up stairs and started rambling/yelling to me about my job and how to raise a baby. I really don't care.

A FEW SAYS LATER

"waaaaaaaaaahhh"

"Mom! The baby's crying!" I heard nothing. "Mom!" I went searching for her around the house, still nothing, so I grabbed Emily and went in the car looking for her. I mean I need her here to look after the baby, I have a very important meeting to get to! I found her at her job, she's a part time substitute and part time waiter/valet. She was parking a car, do I parked mine and ran to catch her. "Mom, where did you go? I need you to watch the baby!"

"I'm not the mother you are and you need to watch her! Bye!"

"ughhh!" I ran back to the car and started riding back to the house, to take care of Emily. Only If I knew that she would change my life at that moment.