The next morning I woke up to a screaming baby and queasiness, again. I went to the bathroom and then came out to sooth Allen. After I fed him I checked my phone. I don't know why, but a part of me was hoping that he had called or something. A part of me wanted to call him. Looking at my phone reminded me that I hadn't called my boss yesterday, so I picked up the phone and called him, not knowing what I was going to say at all. "Rachel Berry! Nice to finally hear from you!" He said with anger in the back of his throat. "Sorry I forgot to call last night," I apologized, "I, uh, I guess I can try to come in tomorrow. I'll have my brother-in-law look after Allen and I can come around 9:00am. Is that okay?" I asked. "That's great. I have to go," he shuffled through some papers, "but I'll see you tomorrow." He hung up and I went downstairs. I make eggs basically every morning for Finn and I. A part of me wanted to make four pieces of toast and four eggs, instead of just two. I sat at the table, and watched Allen watch me eat. It wasn't long until I threw up breakfast. "Somethings wrong," I told myself. "Why do I keep throwing up?" I questioned. A part of me just thought it was nerves, another part of me knew what it was, and it wasn't nerves.
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A Part of Something Special
FanfictionFinn and Rachel are happily married with a son, when suddenly Finn is called to travel half way across the world and leave his family. Does he leave his wife and new born or will he stay and live in regret? Both options seem to tear apart the famil...
