Finchel Fam

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"Finn!" Rachel said, and walked towards him. "Is, is that really you?"
He laughed, a nervous laugh, and embraced her. "Yes. It's really me. I'm here, Rachel."
"W-w-how?" Rachel was at an understandable loss for words.
"I'll tell you over a cup of tea. I'll make us some."
Rachel just nodded, wide-eyed, and stepped aside so he could enter.
A few minutes later, he was sitting in the living room with Rachel and little Finn.
"Um." Rachel cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable.
"So. I guess you want an explanation."
Rachel nodded silently, picking Finn up and setting him in her lap.
"What's his name?" Finn asked.
"Finn."
It was silent for a moment, then Finn started talking again. "The doctors pronounced me dead, but a few minutes later I miraculously woke up. I told them not to tell, because I figured it was best if you raised our son without me."
"Why?" Rachel said, almost as if she were afraid to ask.
"Because, Rachel, I have no freaking idea how to raise a child! I would probably drag you down with my cluelessness."
"That's not true. Do you know how upset I was?? When I thought you were DEAD???"
"I'm so sorry, Rachel. At the time it seemed like the best thing for you, but now that I look back on it, it was the stupidest choice I have ever made. I don't expect you to ever forgive me." He hung his head.
"But I do. I forgive you, Finn. I don't know what that says about me, since anyone else would be angry, but I forgive you."
"I love you."
"I love you too. I'm glad you're home. Wait, what made you decide to come home?"
"Well it's almost his birthday, and I just couldn't miss it. Plus, I was going crazy without you. I'm so glad I'm back."
"Me too." Rachel said, hugging him.