No Idea

chapter 7

Rachel doesn't really get morning sickness until she's almost two months along, and it turns out to be more like all-day sickness. Without warning, she'll become nauseous, sprinting for the nearest bathroom. She has to skip out on tech week at the community theater for the play she's apart of because the smell of paint makes her so queasy she can barely even stand.

"This baby will be the death of me," she moans from the couch when he gets home from school. Funny Girl's playing on the screen for what feels like the sixteenth time this week; he's pretty sure she just put it on loop.

"Hey," he says quietly, lifting up her legs so he can sit down. He places them back on his lap and rubs her thigh soothingly. "I know it sucks right now, but just think of all the rewards we'll have when we're parents. When we see that little us and know that it was all worth it, even the throwing up and the back pains and the sore feet."

She groans. "Easy for you to say. You don't have the morning sickness and the back pains and the sore feet. I mean, it's only been two months; how am I going to survive seven more?"

His lips twitch as he tries to hold back a smile. "C'mere, babe," he says, grabbing her hand and helping her sit up. She readjusts herself so she's laying her head on his shoulder, and he smoothes down her hair. "I love you," he tells her. "And I love our baby. I know this isn't easy for you, but I'll be here through everything, okay?"

She nods weakly against his shoulder. "I'd kiss you right now but no matter how many times I brush my teeth, I can't get rid of the puke taste."

He laughs softly, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "It's okay, babe. Would a foot rub make you feel better?"

She shrugs, but he sees her smile a bit. "Maybe," she concedes.

"Lean back then," he tells her, "and let Finny D work his magic."

She snorts, but she obliges.

Quinn and Puck come to New York to stay with them for a few days in the middle of November. Finn has to admit that it's nice to have someone to play Call of Duty with, and Quinn and Rachel talk about baby things and go shopping for these adorable little outfits. Puck makes fun of him for smiling when Rachel shows them all to him, but it's all worth it to see her beam as she holds up a little yellow onesie with a caterpillar on it.

"Isn't it adorable?" she coos.

"Yeah, but if it's a boy, people are immediately going to question his sexuality," Puck deadpans.

Quinn and Rachel glare at him. "Yellow is a neutral color," Rachel says hotly.

"It's really not," Puck insists.

Rachel opens her mouth, presumably to retort, but then she quickly covers it and darts of to the bathroom.

"Poor thing," Quinn sighs, sitting down between Finn and Puck.

"It's kind of badass, actually," Puck notes. "That little fetus is totally calling all the shots."

Quinn punches him in the arm, causing him to shoot Finn on the screen.

"What the hell, dude?" Finn moans. "We're on the same team."

"Don't blame me!" Puck shrieks. "Blame Q, she's the one who slugged me!"

"You're both idiots," Quinn notes, but she's smiling.

"You love it," Puck retorts.

Quinn shrugs.

Rachel emerges from the bathroom, wiping her mouth with a washcloth. She sits down on the other side of Finn, and their couch isn't really made for four people, so it's a cozy fit. She's actually halfway in his lap. Sure, it distracts him from the game a bit, but he doesn't mind.

"You okay, babe?" he asks, pausing the game.

"The hell?" Puck yells. "I was going in for the kill, too, Hudson, goddammit it!"

"I just can't wait for this trimester to be over," she sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And Noah, please don't use crass language. The baby can hear you, you know."

Puck rolls his eyes, but even he knows not to mess with a pregnant Rachel, so he settles for throwing down the controller instead.

"Just another few weeks, babe," Finn says, rubbing her back.

"And then another six months," she mutters. "Can't I just have the thing now?"

Quinn suppresses a laugh. "It's roughly the size of a piece of fruit, Rachel," she reminds her. "You might wanna wait until it's finished developing."

Rachel sighs. "I guess you're right." She giggles then, playing with the hairs on the nape of Finn's neck. "We're gonna have the cutest baby ever, Finn. You realize that, right?"

Finn kisses her. "'Course we are, babe."

Puck snorts. "Not possible. Already happened." He nudges Quinn. "Beth was pretty adorable, was she not?"

Quinn smiles slightly. "Yeah," she says softly. "She's beautiful."

"Most beautiful girl in the world, 'sides you," Puck says sweetly, kissing Quinn on the cheek.

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Are you guys coming back to Lima for Thanksgiving?" she asks instead.

"Yep," Finn says. "Wouldn't miss my mom's cooking for the world. And this year, Rach can even eat the turkey."

Rachel groans. Seeing Quinn and Puck's confused expression, she explains, "My physician recommended that I incorporate meat back into my diet, so the baby will be as healthy as possible." She sighs dramatically. "I've been a vegan for ten years, and now I'm back at square one."

"Are you going to the get-together at Mr. Schue's?" Puck asks.

"Wouldn't miss it," Finn grins.

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