Rachel POV
Okay, so it turns out that telling all of your dead relatives about your marriage that they weren't invited to goes something like this:
"Why wasn't I invited? And why are you two getting married impulsively? You remember what happened when you were in high school. You got engaged and then broke up six months later!"
"I do not think this is a good idea. You two just got back together, and there was no after party. Not cool. Besides that, we promised we would be bridesmaids at each other's weddings, Rachel! I'm so hurt by this."
"I have never even met this girl, but you love her and now she's your wife? Son, who is she? No offense, but she's an ugly woman, and there are loads that are way prettier then her up here. Look at her nose! And what is happening with her hair? I guess love is love, but I think you could do better."
"Oh wow. That was fast. Well, we just got back together, but have fun being married. Sounds like you're excited newlyweds."
The fact that we were telling everyone about this in the same day, from Shelby, Kitty, Finn's (now) estranged father, Jake and Marley, probably had something to do with the amount of tiredness we felt when we finally got back home that night. I use the term night loosely, because it's actually 5 pm.
"That was exhausting," I groan, flopping on the couch. I never thought I would be this tired after the girls got out of the not sleeping through the night stage. Death has proven me wrong.
"Agreed. I still think we should have just sent out a group text and watch it burn from there," Finn pouts, cuddling me. He has become quite the introvert, I have discovered about this new Finn.
"Kitty would've stabbed me, and I never would have had the pressure of meeting your lovely father," I joke, and he rolls his eyes to hide the flash of anger.
"I apologize for him, because he's too stubborn to do it himself. You are perfect, and I love your nose- even though I know you hate it, and your hair, which you love," he assures me, kissing my nose to prove it.
"You're so cute when you're apologizing for things you didn't do," I smile, looking at the handsome face of my husband. He's so perfect, how did I get so lucky?
"Like the view, Shorty?" He teases me, and I giggle. He's a giant; of course I'm short to him. Then again, I'm short to most people.
"Always, Giant," I tease back, and he laughs a boisterous laugh.
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I be tired.
Later loves,
~Ry
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Heaven
Teen FictionRachel Berry has it all: a great husband, two children, Shelby, who's five, and Blaire, who's seven, a Broadway career, and an album coming out. Then, she dies and goes to Heaven. What happens when you die and find the love of your life where you ar...
