Pregnant. I kept reading it over and over again. I thought I was reading it wrong. I checked the other two tests. "Pregnant." "Pregnant." They both were positive. I couldn't believe it. It can't be so. How could I be pregnant. I mean, I know how it happened, but... But why? Why now? Of all moments. Finn is dead and now I'm pregnant. This couldn't have happened two months ago, or something? That would have kept Finn from leaving. Another child. He would never risk not being there for the birth of his next baby. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't raise two kids alone. Hell, I can't give birth without him. How can I raise a baby who doesn't have a dad. What if they ask questions? When all their friends have two parents and they only have one. What if it's another boy. You can't grow up with just a mom as a boy. They'll turn out gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's hard. I know second hand, with Kurt. I just, I can't do this. I started panicking. "Funny Girl!" I screamed. I can't be pregnant and play Fanny on stage. It was be a disgrace to Barbra. What was I going to do?
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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...
