No Idea

chapter 9

He's running late, and he still has to drop Rachel off at the theater, so he's feeling a little rushed on the first day of December. The sidewalk's slick as he walks out to the car, his feet sliding a bit. He's halfway down when he hears the door to their apartment building open, and he turns around to warn Rachel that it's slippery when he hears a sickening thump.

He turns around to see her sprawled out on the ground, a shocked look on her face. "Shit," he mutters, heading back up the sidewalk.

"Rach, are you okay?" he asks, skidding to a stop next to her.

"I – I don't know," she whispers.

He feels his stomach drop. "Is something wrong? Is it the baby?"

"I don't know," she repeats, her eyes wide with fear.

He scoops her up, carrying her to the car. His heart pounds as he places her in the passenger seat, and he nearly slips hurrying around to the driver's side.

He pulls out onto the street.

"Where are you going?" Rachel asks. "The theater's the other way.

"I'm taking you to the hospital," he says, never taking his eyes off the road. I'm not taking any chances with you or this baby, Rach."

She doesn't say anything, and he knows she's just as scared as he is.

Finn squeezes Rachel's hand. They've been at the hospital for an hour and a half now, and Rachel's had a bunch of tests done, but they've had no word on the status of the baby.

"What if I lost it?" she whispers. The light catches the dried tear tracks on her cheeks. "What if I lost the baby?"

"Hey," he says, his voice low. He reaches out to push her bangs out of her face. "Don't say that, Rach, everything's going to be fine—"

"But what if it's not?" she asks.

He really doesn't want to think about that because he already loves this baby so much, and he feels empty just imagining it suddenly not being there.

He swallows. "If that happens, Rachel, you have to know that it's not your fault." She averts his gaze, so he tilts her chin so that she's looking at him. "You didn't fall on purpose. And you have to know that, baby or no baby, I will still love you. There's nothing you can do to make me stop loving you."

She sniffs. "Do you promise?" she whispers.

He leans over and kisses her on the forehead. "I promised it a long, long time ago."

The doctor comes in then, and Rachel looks at him fearfully.

Finn squares his jaw and asks, "What's wrong? Is Rachel okay? Is the baby okay?"

The doctor smiles, although it doesn't reach his eyes. "Mr. Hudson, both your wife and the baby are fine."

He could cry, he's so relieved. He peppers Rachel's face with kisses, and Rachel really does start to cry.

"It was very smart to bring her here, though," the doctor informs them. "You can never be too safe. Thankfully, the extent of Mrs. Hudson's injuries are just a bruised coccyx, more commonly referred to as the 'tail bone.'"

Rachel nods, and Finn resists the urge to kiss her senseless. He doubts the doctor would be amused.

"We'll try to make sure you're out of here within the hour," the doctor finishes, then he leaves the room, chart in hand.

Finn grins over at Rachel. She's started crying again, but this time, they're happy tears.

He hugs her, and she murmurs in his ear, "We're okay." He feels tears well up in his own eyes, and he thanks the lord for giving him his wife and child. "We're okay," she repeats.

They're okay.

They get home from the hospital at around noon, and she attacks him almost as soon as they get in the door, attaching her lips hungrily to his, wrapping her legs around him.

"I need you, Finn," she mutters in his ear, and he can't help but scoop her up and carry her right to their bedroom. She winces a little as his hands brush over her rear, and he sets her down gently on the bed.

"Are you sure you're okay enough for this?" he asks her.

She reaches up to kiss him in response, placing her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down on top of her. "More than okay," she pants as he moves his ministrations to her neck, his hands roaming, sliding under her blouse and tickling her ribcage.

He presses feather-light kisses along her jaw line as she tugs on his hair impatiently. Slowly, he slides her shirt up, lifting it up over her arms, and leaning down to press a kiss against her slightly swollen stomach. "I love you, baby," he murmurs.

"Finn, I need you," she repeats breathlessly.

He grins as she slides his own t-shirt off, expertly undoing the clasp on her bra as she fumbles slightly with his belt buckle.

A sudden thought hits him, and he grabs her hand, pulling it away from his jeans. "This won't hurt the baby, will it?" he asks, looking her straight in the eye.

"Of course not," she breathes, her eyes darker than usual, lust and love shining through them. "We've done it while I was pregnant already," she points out.

He smiles, cupping her face as he kisses her while she slides his jeans down his legs. He focuses on getting rid of her skirt and her underwear.

He kisses her, positioning himself at her entrance. "I love you," he murmurs, as he has every time since the first time, back when they were in high school.

She moans as he slides into her, and he knows he'll never get tired of this – of being one with Rachel.

She and this baby – they're his forever.