"How's Life, Rachel?" (Finchel Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Change of Plans!

*Disclaimer I Do Not Own Glee*

Rachel was doing her early routine of looking in the mirror at her stomach to see how much she has been growing. Now at 22 weeks going 23, her bump was well showing. While she was staring at her stomach Finn came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and her large growing belly. "Hello, beautiful," Finn said.

"I'm not beautiful, I'm super fat," Rachel said being upset.

"Rachel, stop it. You're pregnant, you're not fat," he said.

"I'm pretty sure I'm fat," she said.

"I'm pretty you're not, and I bet the babies would agree," he said placing his hands on her stomach. "Wow!"

"You felt that too, didn't you?" Rachel said placing her hands on top of Finn's.

"Yes, Omg. I just felt our babies for the first of time," he said with excitement," And they were so agreeing with me."

"Okay, you guys you win, I'm not fat," Rachel said looking at her stomach.

"Yes we do," Finn said giving her a kiss.

It was now the afternoon, when Rachel was feeling v ed uncomfortable. She was experiencing a lot of pains and the babies we're kicking a lot.

"Finn!" Rachel shouted from the living room.

"What?" He said rushing in the living room from the kitchen.

"I think something is wrong," she said with tears in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" He said to her really worried.

"I'm in a lot of pain, and the babies are non-stop kicking," she said.

"Okay, let's get to the hospital," Finn said grabbing Rachel and heading out the apartment to the hospital.

Luckily for the couple it was nothing to worry about. It was just Braxton Hicks contractions, which Rachel was experiencing for the first time. Dr. Harrington had told them more about it and assurances them that everything was fine.

Once the couple was home, Rachel was feeling better and so was Finn.

"How are Rach?" Finn asked his wife who was laying down on their bed after their long day of craziness.

"I'm better, I'm happy that it wasn't something serious" she said holding her stomach tight.

"Me too. Are the little munchkins still kicking?" He asked.

"Yes," she said with Finn giving her a smile.

"Do you want anything?"

"Actually, I do. Will you sing to them?" She asked.

"If that what you want, absolutely," he said smiling and climbed on the bed next to Rachel.

Isn't she lovely

Isn't she wonderful

Isn't she precious

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty

Truly the angel's best

Boy, I'm so happy