Heaven

Chapter 26

Rachel POV

Today is the day we tell Finn's dad that I'm pregnant. Even though Finn doesn't like his dad, he has decided that he should still tell him that he's having a grandchild.

With that in mind, we hop into his truck with the GPS set to his dad's house. I'm hoping that he forgot about hating me, but that's unlikely.

We ride over there in silence, both in our own worlds. The reaction from his dad could be so negative, but it could also be positive. I have no idea which way it'll end up being.

"Babe?" He asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, zoned out there for a minute. What's up?" I ask.

"I just wanted to make sure you were here with me. Anyways, we're here. Don't worry; he might play nice. I hope he does." Finn kisses my hand. He must be able to tell I'm stressed about this.

We hop out of the truck, me not breaking anything, and meet at the door, where our hands connect.

I knock on the door, my signature three knocks fast and two slower, louder. It takes the person's attention to the door, I've learned.

"Who are you?" A man's gruff voice shouts from the house.

"It's me, Dad. Open up," Finn demands. The door opens to reveal the tall man smiling. I've never seen him smile before. His teeth are perfectly white and straight.

The smile on his face quickly leaves when he sees that I'm there with Finn. "Son, who is this ugly lady?" Mr. Hudson asks. How rude!

"Dad! This is my wife, Rachel, the most beautiful woman ever," Finn scolds, clearly embarrassed by his father's behavior. I would have been too, but my dads took an instant liking to him and told me I have good taste.

"Whatever you say, kid. I think she's got a big nose and ugly face, but if she's beautiful to you, then love is love," he sighs, opening the door to let us in.

Wow, this man is rude. I mean, my nose isn't normal, but it's what makes me me. "Well, Christopher, I think you're wrong. Finn, are you sure we should tell him?" I ask, now self conscious and worried.

"No, but he deserves to know it, Rach. If you don't want us to tell him though, we won't," Finn assures me, pulling me into his side so he can hug me.

I nod my agreement that he deserves to know, and so Finn says, "Dad, you're going to have a grandkid. You might end up meeting them, might not. I just thought you deserve to know."

"Did you cheat on Rachel?" Christopher asks, smiling at the thought. Dear God, am I that bad?!

"You know what, this was a bad idea. I'm leaving before I say something you'll regret. Bye forever," Finn doesn't even sound disappointed, he just sounds mad and... scared? That's weird; he shouldn't be scared. Mad, he should be.

We walk out the door, Finn slamming it for affect behind him. I walk to the drivers side of the truck, gesturing for the keys. He sighs and hands them over. It's not like I'm that bad a driver.

I break the silence in the car by saying, "Are you okay? You seemed scared back there, Finn."

His eyes barely meet mine, and I don't even get a response. This is so unlike him. I don't like it.

"Babe. You have to answer me. I'm your wife; you can't just not talk to me," I remind him. "The vows?"

"I never said I'd always talk to you, Rachel," he says gruffly. Well, someone's in a mood.

I pull over on the side of the road and he rolls his eyes. "Why aren't we moving?"

"Because you're not telling me what's wrong. We're not moving until you tell me what's wrong," I inform him, calmly looking at him. I'm worried, not mad. And when I'm worried, I either psycho-analyze people (Quinn's term) or act like their therapist. I could also break out in song, but I broke that habit.

Finn sighs but says, "He's just so terrible! I know you're the most perfect, beautiful woman to ever exist, but him saying that you're ugly and not worthy of me pisses me off! For God's sakes, he wanted me to cheat on you, my wife! The love of my life; he wanted me to cheat on."

"There's more, isn't there? There's something you're not telling me," I realize as he gets out all of his aggression.

"I'm scared, Rachel! Scared that I'm going to turn out like him, scared that one day, you're going to wake up and realize how much better than me you are, scared of puppets, scared of losing the baby, scared of losing everything that's kept me together for the past year." Finn admits, sobbing.

"Finn, you are NOT your father. You were raised by your mom and Burt, not Christopher," I start.

"Don't you get it? I had a dad when I turned sixteen! The other years, I didn't. What if I turn out like him, a miserable drug addict who hates everyone?" Finn interrupts me.

"You are so much better than him, babe. It breaks my heart that you can't see that for yourself," I start tearing up but quickly command the tears to go away. As an actress, it's something I'm pretty good at.

"And what happens when you realize that you're so much better than me?" His insecurities are coming out full show now.

"Babe, don't you get it? You remember our first Glee rehearsal?" I ask and he smiles softly.

"Yeah. You kinda freaked me out, with all your talent and passion and beauty," Finn smiles.

"When it comes to you, I'm always going to be that moon eyed girl who freaked you out in your first Glee rehearsal. The one who knows you're the love of my life. Think of all the shit we've been through. We stayed together through it all whenever we were both either alive or dead. I promise you, I am not going anywhere. I love you too much for that to happen," I tell him, and he smiles.

"I know, babe, I know. It doesn't mean I'm not going to worry about it though. I love you too," Finn leans over to give me a kiss.

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Ngl, this was a great chapter of mine.

Later loves,

~Ry