glee love

Chapter 28

Finns POV:

Okay, I get it, I messed up. But it's not like I meant anything I said. Crap. I'm an awful husband. I need to apologize. But how?!

Without thinking, I pick up my phone and dial Rachel's cell. It rings for a little while, but then I hear her voicemail. I groan and hang up.

I dial her home phone number, which I memorized the week before I asked her out.. The phone rings, and then someone picks up. "Hello?" Rachel's dad answers.

"Hi. Have you- um- talked to Rachel lately?" I ask.

"Yeah. She's at the doctor's right now. Shouldn't you be there?" So maybe he doesn't know about the fight. I can't decide if I should take the risk of going to the appointment, because she might be pissed. Hell, life is made of risks. I'm going to that appointment.

"Oh, well can you remind me what the address is?"

"Yeah, sure. It's at Elmer's Family Hospital." He says, sounding slightly confused.

"Thanks! I forgot the address, but now I'm on my way. Thank you so much!"

"No problem. I have to go now. Bye, Finn."

"Bye." I hang up, and rush to the car. I type in the address, and start the annoyingly loud engine.

My phone says it will only take five minutes to get there, and I speed off in the direction.

"In one thousand feet, turn left." My phone says, and shortly after, I turn.

I finally get to the hospital and park in the garage.

I slam the door, and quickly run towards the entrance. Shit. People are staring at me. I smile at the lady at the front desk.

"Do you know where I would go for a pregnancy appointment?"

"A pregnancy appointment?" She says, and laughs.

"Yes. You heard me. Just tell me the damn floor." I'm starting to lose my patience.

"I'm gonna need a name first." She smirks.

That's it. I just lost my fucking patience. "Just give me the fucking floor. NOW."

"Seventh floor."

"Thank you." I say while rolling my eyes. I walk into the cold elevator, and click on the metal button that says seven. The elevator rises slowly, and finally reaches the seventh floor.

I step out and look around, realizing that I'm not on the pregnancy floor. I look at the sign, and it says anger management.

Fucking bitch. I definitely don't have anger issues.

I groan and pull at my hair. I see a guy in the corner of the room punching a punching bag.

"Hey, dude. Um, do you know what floor the pregnancy floor is on?"

"Third floor." He says, and I nod.

"Thanks, man." I walk into the cold elevator again, and press the button. The elevator goes down, and finally stops at my floor.

I step out, and smile when I see a few pregnant ladies walk past me. I'm clearly on the right floor.

I look around the waiting room, until I see Shelby.

I run over to her.

"Finn, you know she is mad at you. Why are you here?!" She half whispers, half yells.

"Please just let me go in. I feel awful. Shelby, please."

She shakes her head.

"I don't think you understand how much Rachel means to me. She knows me better than I know myself, and she always has the right thing to say. I love her with all of my heart, and no fight will ever mess that up. I need to see her, to help her, and to see OUR baby. Please, Shelby. I don't think you will get how much I love Rachel. Her smile makes all problems go away, and I'm sure as hell if I don't see her again, I will die. I can't live without her. She is my life." I say, and only then do I realize I'm crying.