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Chapter 47

Rachel's POV:

"Dad! My stomach hurts again!" 

I look at the clock next to my bed. Four am.

"There's a baby growing inside of you. Of course it hurts." He yells back, before I decide to shut up.

These hormones have caused me to scream at my dads, and I honestly feel awful. I've yelled at Finn too, but not as much. Also, the pain has been so annoying. I have a two month old fetus inside of me. It hurts so fucking bad.

I control my breathing as I suddenly feel insanely nauseous.

Don't throw up. 

Please don't throw up.

Finally, the feeling leaves, and my breathing returns to normal. My eyes soon begin to shut, and I fall asleep thinking about prom and my future baby.

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Chirp chirp

I let out a groan, and try to focus on my clock.

The clock says three pm, and I quickly get out of bed. Everyone is coming over at four. I groan, not knowing why I woke up so late. 

"Dad!" I yell, and LeRoy quickly runs in.

"How'd you sleep, Rachy?" He asks, and I'm almsost positive I've already told him about how I hate that nickname.

I glare at him, before asking for a bag of chips.

Pregnancy is making me insane.

Once he leaves the room, I pull my hair up and put on a robe. I sit in front of my vanity table, and look for any pimples. I honestly can't afford to have any pimples. Especially today. Prom is the one night other than my wedding where it is completely necessary for me to be gorgeous. 

As much as I despise prom, I can't afford having a pimple there. It would just be another reason for the jocks to bully me. 

Once I know for sure that my face is pimple free, I apply some base and a few other products that enhance my face. Anything to make me look like a Broadway star. Or at least, a star. 

*****

"Rachel! Can you get the door?" My dad yells from downstairs. I smile, and hurry to the door. 

"Dad! Shoo. Go out with LeRoy or something. We need to get dressed together."  I tell my dad, to which he sighs. He nods, and finally walks off.

After a few more seconds, I open the door. Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Brittany rush into the house, each holding their own bag. 

"We only have a few hours. Where's your room?" Quinn asks, pushing her way into my house.

I point up the stairs, and everyone rushes towards my room. I follow behind, and close the door after them. 

Once I get upstairs, my room is already a mess. There's a dress on my bed, a bra on my vanity table, and makeup all over the floor. 

"Rachel, can you do my hair for me? I'm not sure how to do it." Mercedes asks, and of course I say yes. Doing hair is on of my specialties. I can't really do my hair that often since it's so straight, but I love doing other people's hair.

I look at her dress, and quickly decide that the best hairstyle would be a bun. Her dress is already so much to look at, so you wouldn't want her look to be too much. There needs to be a mix of pretty, fine, and absolutely gorgeous.