Roommates

38. It's Good To Be Back

Previously...
"I'm so proud of you." He tells me. "You've achieved so much."
"I love you." I tell him and he hugs me again.
"I love you too, so much."
He spins me around again and I can't stop myself from laughing. I'm on my way to a full recovery.

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Rachel's POV
Hours pass and it gets to 5pm. Me and Finn have been cuddled up in my hospital bed again (sexy, I know) talking about anything and everything to help the time pass. The physiotherapist is meant to have told the doctor about my progress, and then I'm meant to hear back about when I'm going home. I'm so eager that I can't contain myself.
"What do you think is going to happen when I go back?" I ask Finn as he runs his fingers gently through my hair.
"Well you'll come back to the dorm with me and I'll show you just how much I've missed you." He smirks and kisses my cheek.
"Finn! I'm still a half-cripple, you can't just throw me on a bed." I laugh.
"Why? If I do and you break something I guess you'll just have to stay there."
"Nice to know you care about my health." We both laugh.
"I'm kidding. And anyway, I think our record of safety when it comes to beds isn't at it's highest right now." He pokes my stomach gently and I snort with laughter. "Speaking of that," he continues. "are we going to choose a name before we... you know, give it away?"
I hadn't really thought about that. It's a long way off. "I guess the adopting parents would get to choose the name. They are going to be the ones raising him or her, so it's unfair to just give them a name that they might hate."
"I suppose so."
I know Finn wants at least something to do with this baby. I know he wants a piece of the baby to stay with us; I do too. It's just hard to know what the right thing to do is. I rest my head on Finn's shoulder and he continues to stroke my hair.
I feel bad. I know he wants this baby. But I just... can't. I can't bring up and take care of a child in the right way. Hell, I can't even take care of myself. Look at me. I'm in hospital, I have a broken arm, I'm only just walking again. And it all could have been avoided because the car was hitting Natasha. I got in the way. I put myself in that situation. I've put my baby's life at risk already and it's not even near born yet.
"You okay?" I look up to see Finn looking down at me worried, and I feel a tear rolling down my cheek.
I wipe it away. "Oh, god, sorry. I'm fine. I'm just thinking."
"About the baby?" He rubs my shoulder.
"Sort of. Just about everything. The crash. The baby."
"Don't overthink it babe. What matters is you're coming home now and it's all going to be over."
"Is it though?"
"Why do you say that?" He kisses my head.
"I'm still going to have drama class with Natasha, Santana's going to kill her, I don't even know where I stand with her. The school's going to find out that I'm pregnant. I'll probably get kicked—"
"You're not going to get kicked out Rachel. The school already knows you're pregnant."
"What?"
"I sort of... told Mr Schuester."
"Your Spanish teacher?" My mouth is hung open. I can't believe he's already told the school. "They're going to think I'm a slut!"
"No they're not. You're having my baby. We're in a relationship. There's nothing there that says you're a slut."
I sigh. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how everyone else is going to act. People will look at me funny when I walk into class."
"Then you've just got to hold your head high and show that you're mature enough for this baby and they can shove their opinions up their ass."
I laugh. "You always know what to say."
"That's because I know you, and I love you."
"I love you too, Finn."
We kiss and I snuggle my head into him more.

Half an hour passes again and there's a knock on the door. Dr McCarthy comes in.
"Hello Rachel. Finn." He greets us. I don't know if Finn's allowed to be in bed with me but no one's said anything about it so it doesn't matter.
"Hi. Is this about me going home?" I ask him eagerly.
"Yes, it is." He smiles. "The progress you've made is great, really great, Rachel. You've recovered rather quickly."
"She's a fighter." Finn butts in and the Doctor smiles.
"She certainly is. Your walking is a lot better. You're almost completely recovered, so we've decided that you can go home."
I put my hand over my mouth in delight. "Really? When?!"
"In the morning. Give you some time to pack up your things and sort any transportation out."
"Oh wow. Thank you so much." I look over to Finn who's just silently smiling.
"You'll need to come back in about another week though for your arm, but we'll schedule you an appointment and call you about it."
"That's fine. Thanks."
"I'll see you around Rachel." Dr McCarthy smiles and leaves.
"You're coming home." Finn says finally. He turns to me excitedly. "You're coming home!" He hugs me tightly and we both laugh and cry together and kiss.