A/N: So, this is the last chapter of the story. I would very much like to say thank you for taking time to read this story and post the reviews! I hope you'll enjoy the last chapter!

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Epilogue – December 2018

He loved waking up before his wife. He loved savoring the moments and the sights he could see right after his opening eyes from sleep.

Especially he loved staring at their feet—you could see how externally different they were, her tiny feet barely reached his sins. At times those toned legs would be tangled with his, because her cold feet needed a toaster to warm, or they cuddled in sleep after making love, or he wanted to just feel her smooth skin to assure that it was not a dream.

They might have different characteristics, too, but always understood who they were, what they were; they could read each other like a book. They knew everything about each other's flaws. They had seen each other's lowest point. They knew how important they were for each other. Even if they had a fight, they promised that they never shut the other out from another (again); they knew where to find the other or how letting her/him spew out all the emotions when s/he retreated into her/himself.

Now, you could see the soles of her feet. Since she came home from hospital after her first childbirth about a year and a half ago, she had firmly announced that she was going to keep sleeping on her stomach until she became less able next time.

He witnessed that she slept lying on her back in the middle of the night more often than not though. But he knew that she would refuse to admit her sleeping posture on her back. So, he pretended not to notice it, or sometimes brought it up just to tease her; it was super fun for him to watch an offended expression on her face after all.

And that scar on his right foot? That was Delka's fault (and his wife's loud scream).

It was right after they were engaged. The dog attempted to rescue his then fiancée from him and yanked so hard the hem of his sweatpants, which was a totally misunderstanding because he just gave her the best orgasm with his fingers in the kitchen, he swore, not assaulted. Thanks to a Bulldog gene, he stumbled and fell on his backside, his right foot hit hard to the corner of the counter, the corner gnawed by the dog of all the places. Three stitches. Great.

He loved waking up after her too. Because, her look was so full of love—she once had said that she was addicted to staring at his sleeping face and posture—, which he got overcome by an impulse to grab his camera when his eyes met hers. Although, much to his disappointment, she immediately buried her face into her pillow, saying that she would not let him have her dead to rights on her drooling, as he leveled his camera towards her.

The sight of their bed in the morning was pretty much telling who they were, what the history between them was (not only in the long term but in the short term also).

And now one or two additions to their history were joining their bed in any minute.

Sitting up on the bed, he waited the moment coming, hearing the light footsteps behind the door, his camera already in one hand.

As Finn predicted, the figure of the height 2'7" poked its head around the slightly opened door, the fawn creature beside her bare feet.

Finn gestured for her to be quiet with his forefinger pressing onto his lips, before beckoning her into the room.

The toddler, attempting to suppress her giggles with her tiny balled hands onto her mouth, trotted towards the bed, as the dog followed her. Then she tried to help the dog jump up to the bed before she herself climbed onto it. And as usual (since she came to walk by herself), perched herself on the vacant spot right below her mother's feet.

Finn's eyes softened as he saw the small figure in a pink fluffy PJ throwing her legs onto his, her big brown eyes inherited from her mother widening expectantly, familiar freckles underneath those eyes, her hand patting on the head of Delka, which was now depositing himself between Rachel's parted legs.

"Good morning, my baby moose." Finn grinned at the mini Rachel after a few shutters.

"Good morning." In a hushed tone said Audrey Madeline Hudson, crawling towards him before settling herself on her father's laps before leaning against his chest. "Daddy, Uka want food."

"Why don't you wake Mommy up?" Finn suggested as he dropped his lips on the top of his 2 years and seven months daughter's head.

Audrey nodded before she climbed off of his laps and leaned her face down to the same eye level. She reached her mother's cheek to touch just like her father would do (but unlike her father, not caressing but poking) and whispered. "Mommy, Mommy, Uka want food."

Rachel's eyes flew open feeling tiny warm fingers pushing her cheek, before smiling to find her daughter's figure in front of her face. "Hi, baby, good morning." Her arm automatically reached Audrey and tucked her into her body. "Delka? You want to have breakfast, don't you? Hmm?" She flipped herself and her daughter over and started tickling her daughter's belly, which Delka narrowly escaped from the cage of Rachel's legs.

"Mommy, no! No tickle!" Audrey squeaked, trying to tear her mother's arms away from her.

The dog, for the littlest one's sake, jumped onto Rachel's stomach, which caused Rachel to give up tickling Audrey, gasping at the weight for two kids. "I'm your mother, too, Delka." She gave a look to the dog, before looking up at Audrey with a smile. "How about Daddy makes pancakes?"

"Chocolate?" Audrey's eyes twinkled.

"No chocolate, sweetie," Rachel saw her daughter's face fall a little, so she hurriedly added, "but strawberries. How about that?" She saw Audrey nodding. "Finn?" She pleaded with her eyes for him to get their daughter and the dog out of her body as he was about to put his camera on the night table.

Sometimes, Finn felt surreal at the fact that he had his own family.

His beautiful family.

He always believed that Rachel was the one. Even though it was such a short term when he realized that he fell in love with her, he knew that she was his person. Even when he was lost, he never gave up being with her (or you could say that he never wanted to give up). But, truth be told, he had been unable to think that he would live with the girl of his dream happily ever after like this when Vanessa had deluded him into the belief that he had knocked her up.

The three pairs of big brown eyes (of course, he couldn't eliminate Delka, he would never listen to Finn again otherwise) were always challenging him, pushing him to a better husband, a better father, a better person, and a better photographer.

"Morning, beautiful." Finn leaned down towards his wife to give a kiss. "C'mon, munchkin." He scooped his daughter up and climbed out of the bed, setting her on his hip, her head on his shoulder. "Delka, you too." He gestured for the dog out of the bed.

Yeah, he definitely loved waking up like this.

"I still don't see why you insisted that that page be kept blank that way." Rachel whined as they were heading for the studio 530 in Chelsea, where the exhibit opening party/the book launch party would be held at once, between their each hand Audrey swinging.

Once they found out that Rachel was conceived, Finn came to know how glowing pregnant women got to be. Which inspired him and made him come up with an idea for Trenteetun; a picture and an interview of working mothers carrying a baby in their belly, celebrities or not, in a men's magazine. The editor in chief, Carl Howell, liked his idea and immediately approved it.

The serial article 'Lives in Women' easily caught on with the black and white photographs taken with the Hasselblad 1600F by Finn Hudson, and with the article, which sometimes hard for male readers to take, and sometimes very much intrigued for them to know, interviewed and written by the writer named Elliott Gilbert, who was really good at writing about the ideal and the reality of pregnancy in a frank, but a funny, witty, and neutral way.

The article lasted over two years (two or three women featured monthly). Now the collection book waited to be published, and the exhibit was held a few days prior to the date the book was released.

Of course, Rachel had been in charge of editing her husband's second photography book. She, however, couldn't convince him that the book would be better off without the blank page next to the back of the title page (too many blank pages!).

Little did she know that the blank page was not really a blank.

"I don't understand why Max gave the okay with it, either." Rachel added.

Finn chuckled at her unpleasant manner, though it was hard for him to hide his true intention from her for so long (thanks to Max's and the other editors' help, he successfully kept it from his wife). "You'll like it once you see it."

"I'm not sure." Rachel mumbled before looking up at him. "But other than that, well-finished. I really love those pictures. They are very you, you know."

"Yes! Very Daddy!" Chimed in Audrey, who had just started mimicking her mother's critic on every photograph they looked at.

Finn arched his eyebrow and picked his daughter up. "Really? How so?"

"You're very talented!" Audrey sounded plausibly as she recited her mother's words she listened to frequently.

"Why thank you, Audrey." He kissed her on the cheek before giving a look to his wife, who gave a shrug back to him as if she wanted to say that it was the truth.

Not only the workers from Trenteetun and T&H, but also the former workers at The Musicraker, Survêtement, the people who had worked with them, their friends and family members, all were at the party. Now the floor was in great bustle.

Mercedes and Kitty (and to everybody's surprise, Harmony, too) had transferred to Voix (Rachel presumed that her best friend might be the next editor in chief in a few years), Tina, who was now with two kids, to Concepción, and Blaine was the senior writer at Trenteetun.

As she had heard, Artie had started his firm with Jake, Joe and Lauren. Mike was working at ESPN, Kurt at Vogur dot com, of course.

Ryder had just started standing on his own feet as a photographer, but still helped Finn as an assistant at times (though Finn's first assistant was now an Irish guy named Rory).

Brittany had quit her job at Sylvester Publishing and opened a bakery shop somehow.

Will Schuester still taught at NYU, Beiste stayed as a craft woman for old equipment.

And Puck was, other than having become a family man minus his trademark of a Mohawk, Puck forever.

"Nice!" Smirking, Puck gestured to Audrey's red sweater, which was like a replica of Rachel's owl one.

"You don't say anything when others wear those sweaters, why do you bother letting me know what I or my daughter wear every time, Noah?" Rachel glared at her cousin, her arms folding across her chest. "Just so you know, those were very much in fashion a few years back. Among adults. Which means that I'm the trendsetter."

Sensing that they was starting bickering over trifles, Finn slid himself in between the two. "Okaaaayyy, babe, you said you wanted to look around after the rounds, right? So why don't you start already?" He turned around to face Puck. "Dude, no need to get on her nerve!" It was bad enough that his wife easily got emotional recently and hard for him to coax her up. "Those look cute on them."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Mini Berry, yes. Old Berry, no." He insisted, fully preparing himself for Rachel's retort.

Finn shook his head and dragged his wife and his daughter in the direction where their families were standing, out of the corner of his eye, Mercedes smacked the back of Puck's head.

Rachel sighed, allowing her husband to tear her away from her cousin, but a small smile crept to her lips as she glanced over the packed floor.

Bittersweet, thinking back of her days working at The Musicraker, and of the fact that the magazine didn't exist any more. Yet, it was indisputable for them to open the door to success in their own way, even though they all had been compelled to cave in from Sue's ruse in the face of it.

They were a real family now, a tight knit one. And each of them had found their love of their lives.

Sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night and looked down at her husband, she wanted to cry; how happy and lucky she was.

So, yeah, she definitely couldn't be happier more right now.

Having made the rounds, Rachel finally got to look at the enlarged photographs one by one.

Rachel giggled as she stopped in front of the one in which 31 weeks pregnant Tina (carrying her second son, Samuel) and 18 weeks pregnant Mercedes (carrying James) were face to face, laughing but crying at the same time. She remembered the day of the shoot; they had exchanged the stories of their husbands' lack sensitivity, which, thankfully, had traumatized Finn's mind (Rachel 8 weeks pregnant at that time).

Rachel widened her eyes as she cornered towards the last picture to see. It was of her and Audrey (still in her belly). She was commentating on a picture after a picture of Koudelka's Exiles for the baby, instead of reading something else or singing.

"It's Mommy!" Audrey cried out from behind.

"And you too, in my belly." Rachel smiled as she turned around to see her daughter in her father's arms.

"Really?" Audrey's eyes sparkled, oblivious to the photographs of pregnant Rachel which she had seen so many times (she'd never seen this big enlarged one).

"Hmm-hmm. 38 weeks years old." Rachel remembered. She remembered that Finn had laughed at her so hard as she had comfortably sat on the couch with the photo book in front of her belly, her legs on the coffee table.

"Daddy, close, close!" Audrey demanded for him to get closer to the photograph.

Finn stepped forwards the photograph and stopped beside his wife. "Max's got me one in advance." He handed a copy of his second photography book out to Rachel.

Knowing already the photograph was in that blank page, Rachel slowly flipped through it. The dedication 'To my moose and baby one' was above the 8x8 picture.

Rachel clutched the book onto her chest as she looked up at him with watery eyes. How hard he had laughed at her at that time, or even when they were in the middle of a fight, he never failed to portray his love for her in his photographs. She always felt his hands caressing her cheeks or her body enveloped by his large frame when she saw them.

"I love you, Finn. And thank you."

Finn draped his empty arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side before dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you, too, babe. And thank you."

"Guys, everyone's waiting outside." Carole called out to let the three know the time to head for the family dinner before approaching them.

Audrey automatically stretched her arms out to her grandmother. Once she was secured in Carole's arms, she proudly announced. "Nana! Look, it's Mommy and me!"

"I know. It's a beautiful picture, isn't it?" Carole responded.

Audrey frantically nodded in agreement. "Mommy is pretty."

"She is. Very pretty." Carole affirmed before turning to face Audrey's parents. "We're going outside on ahead." She mysteriously winked at Rachel and walked away from the two.

Once Carole and Audrey were out of her sight, Rachel turned in his arms. "I have something to tell you." She started.

Finn raised his eyebrow as he looked down at her.

"I, Rachel Barbra Hudson, am going to sleep on my back–"

"You've got sick of–"

"–in near future."

Finn stopped in mid sentence as he realized her implication. "Oh." He studied his wife's face. "Are you?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant, Finny." Rachel confirmed.

"Oh my God," Finn hugged her tightly before planting kisses all over her face. "How many weeks are you?" He asked as he finally broke from the kisses.

"The doctor said about 8 weeks." Rachel leaned against his chest. "But don't laugh at me when I become big and open your second book for our baby." She warned (she would never let her belly to see his first one because she thought that it was inappropriate for babies).

Finn chuckled. "I'm not making any promises that I can't keep." He earned a slap on his chest. "Okay, I'll try. Now let's get going, they're waiting. Shall we?"

Rachel let out a content sigh and nodded.

She felt that she was the luckiest girl in the world. She appreciated every moment of every day with Finn. And now with their two kids (and Delka, of course).

The memories were flashing before her eyes. Someday, he would come back. Someday, they could start over. Someday, she would go back to New York. Someday, they would live happily ever after.

But no more someday.

Their someday was now. And ever.

Fin.

A/N: And that's a wrap! Now I can focus on 'Who's the Next Door?' and one-shot. Thank you again! Have a Happy New Year to everyone!

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