No Idea

chapter 11

Rachel really starts showing by her fifth month of pregnancy. Finn figures it's because she's so tiny. It's just a slight baby bump, but she starts wearing oversized t-shirts, mainly his old ones from high school or college.

When he asks her why one day while she's making breakfast, she replies, "Because I'm not round enough that people can tell I'm pregnant yet, and I just… I don't want to draw any attention to it."

"You're not fat, Rach," he tells her.

She rolls her eyes. "You're my husband. You're supposed to say that."

"Hey," he says, grabbing her arm and spinning her around, away from the bacon she's frying (because she totally loves the stuff now that she's being forced to eat meat). "You're pregnant, Rach, and getting bigger is just the natural part of that, okay? You're still beautiful, possibly even more so."

She ducks her head. "Do you really think so?" she asks quietly.

"Yes," he says exasperatedly.

She grins, and he leans down to kiss her, his lips pressing sweetly against hers.

A series of pops go off.

"Shit!" Rachel shrieks, backing away from the stove as the bacon sends grease flying.

Finn raises an eyebrow. "Can't the baby hear you?" he teases.

Her eyes widen. "Oh no, it can, and now it's going to come out cursing like a sailor—"

"Rachel," he says, grabbing the sides of her face and staring into her eyes. "Calm down. I was joking. The baby will not come out cursing like a sailor, I promise you."

She takes in a deep breath, covering his hands with her own. "Thanks, Finny," she murmurs. "I guess I was overreacting."

He laughs. "Just a little." He kisses her again, chastely, then he wraps his arms around her shoulders and hugs her to him.

She sighs.

The bacon pops again, causing her to jump. He chuckles.

"Do you want breakfast or not, mister?" she asks, narrowing her eyes.

He sighs, letting her go. She turns back to the bacon, saying over her shoulder, "Oh, and don't forget, we have another ultrasound today. And today's the day we find out the gender of our baby."

He grins, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist. He kisses her on the cheek.

"Finn!" she squeals.

"Forget breakfast," he mutters.

She giggles, removing his hands from her waist. "Sorry, Finny."

He sighs. It was worth a try.

It's not that big of a deal though because Rachel's bacon is awesome. And they're finding out the sex of their baby today. Yeah, today is totally the best day ever.

"Are you excited?" Dr. Smith asks, moving the ultrasound instrument over Rachel's stomach.

"I think that's an understatement," Rachel says, smiling and squeezing Finn's hand.

"And you wish to know the sex, correct?"

Finn swallows, glancing at Rachel. She beams at him. "That's correct."

"There she is," Dr. Smith says, gesturing to the gray shape of their child on the screen. "There's your baby."

Finn's breath catches in her throat. "Sh-she?" he asks.

Dr. Smith nods. "Congratulations, you're having a little girl."

"Oh my God," Rachel whispers, staring at the screen, her eyes cloudy with tears. "We… we have a baby girl."

Finn hugs her then, squeezing her as tears stream down her cheeks. "I love you," he murmurs into her hair. He doesn't notice when Dr. Smith gets up and leaves the room. "I love you and our baby girl."

She just clings to him, blubbering what he thinks is an "I love you" back, and he kisses the top of her head sweetly.

"We'll have to ask Dr. Smith for a copy of that sonogram," he notes. He definitely won't ever forget this day, this moment. This is the day that officially changes his life.