Heaven

Chapter 25

Rachel POV

It's weird; being pregnant with Finn's kid again is bringing back guilt and memories I thought I had forgotten.

As far as I know, no one else had an abortion. No one else had their fiancé die, leaving them heartbroken and pregnant. Hence, the abortion.

He can't get any more dead than he was before, and neither can I, so we're keeping this baby. I already love it.

Should I tell Finn about it? I mean, he can't be too mad, right? He'll understand, right? He won't hate me?

Yes, I have to tell him. Regardless of the outcome, he deserves to know.

Lucky for me, he's downstairs on the couch, watching football. I walk down the stairs before I lose my nerve.

"Hey Finn?" I ask timidly and he pauses the game.

"What's up babe?" He asks, smiling carelessly. I feel like I'm about to cry, so I'm just going to get this out now.

"So, back on Earth, when you had just died, I found out I was pregnant. It was yours. I knew I couldn't take care of a kid, and that I'd break down every time I saw it. So I got an abortion," I inform him, carefully searching his face for any sign of anger, or sadness, or betrayal.

Instead of the reaction I had been preparing myself for, he opens up his arms and gestures for me to hug him. I feel myself sobbing into his shirt and he just wraps his arms around me. "I'm sorry, Finn."

"What do you have to be sorry for? You made the responsible choice, Rachel. I'm proud of you," Finn asks, confused.

"I thought you'd be mad, or sad. Why aren't you?" I ask. This reaction is more than anything I had expected.

"Because you were being smart and responsible, Rach. If you weren't ready for a kid, you shouldn't have needed to have one. But, for the record, you are ready for one now, right?" He asks, reassuring me. I made the right choice back then.

"Yes, Finn. I'm one hundred percent certain that I am ready for a kid, with you," I assure him. "But I still feel guilty about what I did back then."

"Do you know why I love you, Rachel?" Finn asks, and I shake my head. "I love you because you're not afraid to be yourself. I love you because you are the hottest, cutest, most beautiful woman I have ever, and will ever, see. I love you because you put others before yourself. I love you because you'll just sit and listen when I'm about to lose my goddamn mind and somehow calm me down. I love you because you have the best singing voice ever, and you know it. I love you because you're aware of your talents. That doesn't begin to scrape the surface of reasons, but if I keep going, we're going to be here for our entire deaths."

"Babe," the tears are visible in my eyes at this point. "Now I want to tell you why I love you."

"Save it for when I'm doubting myself. Now, would my pregnant wife like to come cuddle with her husband and watch football?" He asks and I smile.

"You really want to watch football with me? That's a bad idea. I will cuddle with you though."

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I found this cute.

Later loves,

~Ry