Heaven

Chapter 38

Triplets hurt, and they're only in the womb. How am I supposed to deal with birth and raising them when I can barely survive the pregnancy pain? More importantly, how do they all get out of my uterus because there's a tiny hole there and big heads going to force themselves out of there.

Of course, that means my baby shower, which is much needed, comes when I'm only about two weeks from the due date. We decided to just have a tiny baby shower with the girls and their husbands, exchanging gifts and eating mass amounts of food.

By this point, all of us girls are showing a lot more than we were even last week. It's crazy how much someone can grow in the span of a week. Multiply that by three, and now I'm basically a whale. A hormonal whale. Santana has referred to me as a "fat dwarf" several times, since there's no Brittany to make her be more polite. She's lucky I love her.

Of course, Finn has been very supportive the entire time, going as far as showering me with affection, chocolate, and watching Funny Girl with me for the fifteenth time this week.

All of us girls got each other several onesies and a piece of art with the kids names. The husbands went out and bought cribs and that form of things we need. Santana, still rich, bought us all everything we'd need for the babies and put aside about three million dollars for each of our kids in a trust fund. She may be a bitch, but at least she's normally only one because that's how she expresses her love.

It's odd, being pregnant. It makes me want to see Blaire and Shelby, but I know they're doing well. Besides, now I get to have three, at the same time. That's terrifying.

"So, Rachel, how long until you break out the sweatpants?" Kitty asks from the couch she's sat on with a wine glass full of water. She wants some wine; we all do.

My entire pregnancy, I've never worn sweatpants. I can wear them when I feel like it, I just never wear any. "I don't know, Kit. These babies are coming soon, and I'm proud of the fact that I haven't worn any yet."

Marley, who just stole Jake's sweatshirt because she's cold and his is big, smiles, "Yeah, I mean, Rach, you never wear sweatpants, while Kitty practically lives in them."

Kitty shoots her a glance, "Hey, they're comfy and I'm not going to be uncomfortable and wear leggings all the time like you two."

"As an avid fan of leggings, I am offended, Kitty," I inform her.

Finn and Artie chuckle in the background, with their beers in hand. "What's so funny?" Marley asks, confused.

Artie chuckles again before saying, "Back in high school, Rachel Berry had no sense of style at all. She wore a pantsuit a few times, but tended to wear these really atrocious sweaters with a polyester skirt, tights, and some sweatshirt over it. By senior year, she'd gotten somewhat of a sense of style but it really didn't kick in until college."

I mean, he's not wrong. My outfits and attitude in high school were definitely not great, but they did make me the woman I am today. "Remember the time she came to school in that stupid reindeer sweater?" Finn chuckles.

"Hey, I got you in that sweater, Finn Hudson," I remind him sternly.

He raises his hands in defeat, "You made it work, babe. Hell, you made it hot. No one else could pull it off like you."

Kitty chuckles, "Artie, who are you to talk about unfortunate clothing choices? You're the one that wore sweater vests and khakis, along with other unfortunate fashion choices."

Artie smiles, "You're right, but I looked great in those. I got about five girls dressing like that, mainly you and Tina."

Marley rolls her eyes, "Tina's actually pretty cool but she should have higher standards than you."

"Marls, that's my husband you're insulting," Kitty reminds her.

The brunette chuckles, "You're right, that's your job. My apologies."

Santana inserts herself into the conversation, "Artie also dated Brittany and hurt her. You should be lucky he's alive."

"Oh shut up and drink your wine," Artie suggests.

Jake chuckles from behind the couch, "Remember how our relationship started, Marl?"

Marley smiles, "Of course I do. We sang on the bleachers, I wore your leather jacket, and then Kitty confronted me about it so I gave it to her. Then, I went out with Ryder. That was an entirely different mistake. Of course, then I asked you out because you wouldn't grow the uterus to do it yourself."

"Correction: You asked me out because I thought you were into Ryder and if I remember correctly, you asked what I was doing Friday and I responded that I was going on a date with you," Jake corrects her.

Kitty laughs, "Oh please, you were worried about me getting pissed and saying something about you to everyone."

"Well, you were the Quinn," Artie reminds his wife.

A mild tension comes over the air at her name, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Artie sighs, "It means you started drama because you were bored, babe. You wanted him but he wanted someone else. Ryder was the Jesse; he wanted Marley the way Jesse wanted Rachel. Tina and I realized it very quickly."

At the mention of my ex husband, the air in the room becomes incredibly tense. It's uncomfortable. "I mean, he's not wrong," Finn offers. "But I'm not an alcoholic child abuser."

"I think we need some cake," I suggest, leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

"I'll help you," Marley and Kitty offer before, very slowly, getting off the couch. All three pregnant ladies waddle together to the kitchen.

Kitty's the first to say something, "So, how much do we hate Quinn?"

"I wouldn't say we hate her, but we don't like her. She's never been one of my friends and is Finn's ex," I remind them both.

"And as for the fact that we were discussing Jesse and her in the same conversation?" Marley asks, grabbing plates for the cake.

I shake my head, "It's not good. But we're over our exes, it's just uncomfortable."

Kitty rolls her eyes, "You might be over him, and he might be over her, but you're definitely not over them together. Quinn still makes you feel insecure and Jesse still reminds him of everything he shouldn't be, all the years he missed."

Holy crap. She's right. "You're not wrong, but I don't think we have to discuss it. Quinn's somewhere with Puck, discussing law and bringing their kids to church."

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sorry for the delay; school has been kicking my ass.

This story is ending with chapter 40 fyi.

Later loves,

~Ry