Roommates

46. In A Lonely World

Previously...
"That was..." I'm ready to speak but Finn puts his finger to my lips and kisses me again. When he pulls away I look at him and he smiles lovingly and all I can do is bite my lip and smile back.
"Perfect." He finishes and I kiss him again.

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Sunday
Finn's POV
I wake up the next morning snuggled in bed with Rachel, but it feels like we're closer somehow. I lean over her carefully to check the time which reads 10:47am and decide there's still another hour or so that I can sleep. It is the weekend after all. I tighten my arms around her small waist and she snuggles into me, still sleeping. I try to keep still to avoid her waking up too before I'm back asleep, but it's no use because she shuffles around on her own and wakes up. Her chocolate brown eyes appear as her lids open and she smiles sweetly at me, our faces only centimetres apart.
"Hey," she says sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Almost 11." I smile, and she snuggles her head into my neck.
"I'm so tired." She laughs into my shoulder.
"From sleeping or from last night?" I nudge her and she giggles, burying her face into my chest.
"Maybe... both?" She giggles again and I kiss her neck gently.
"You're so cute when you're half asleep." I tell her. She looks up to face me again.
"Just when I'm half asleep?"
I roll my eyes. "You're cuter when you're half asleep. But you're always cute."
"That's the right answer, Hudson." Rachel kisses my nose and turns over so I can wrap my arms around her and have her back against me. I kiss her ear and she giggles and snuggles in closer to me. I wish this moment could last forever.

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Rachel's POV
I wake up slowly again, reading the clock that now says 12:03. Finn is still cuddling me closer than ever, almost as though he's afraid to let go. I smile to myself at the intense, loving feeling of his strong arms holding my body safely. But the moment passes in a snap when a sickly feeling suddenly takes over my body. Ugh, morning sickness. Always ruining the great moments. I try to hold back the need to be sick for just a few moments longer so that I can considerately unwrap myself from Finn's arms, as much as I don't want to at all. When I'm finally able to get up, I rush as quickly as I can to the bathroom and lean over the toilet ready for my usual daily routine of sick, water, sick, get up, think I'm better, sick again. Isn't this fun?

Finn's POV
I wake up to the distant sound of Rachel gagging. Usually that would be music to my ears, but not that kind. I throw the bed covers off me and walk fast into the kitchen first to grab any cup I can find and put water in it. Then I rush in the bathroom, tapping her shoulder so I don't startle her when I sit beside her. I do this and hold her hair back over her shoulders, rubbing her back also. I hate seeing her sick like this, but I know it'll be worth it in the end to have our beautiful baby.
I think about what Rachel asked me yesterday.
Do you want to keep it?
I want to ask her if she was serious, but I know that now isn't a good time.
"Thank you." Rachel says just loud enough for me to hear as she leans over the toilet, her head in her hands.
"I'm always here, you know that." I kiss the side of her head and she smiles and nods. Then she's sick again, so I continue to support her until she feels better.
I pass her the glass of water that I set on the floor beside me and she sips from it.
"I feel so gross." She tells me, her voice sore from the sickness.
"I know. But you'll be okay." She smiles at me as I talk to her and she leans her head against my chest. "It'll be over in a few months. You're a third of the way there, remember."
"Yeah. Then it's not my problem anymore." She laughs, but this hurts me a bit. I don't know if she's talking about the sickness or the baby. I hope it's the sickness.
"I feel okay now." She tells me after a couple more minutes, so I help her get to her feet. She flushes the toilet and we go back into the bedroom. "We might as well just get up now. It's midday."
I nod and we both begin to get dressed. Rachel takes off her pyjama top and I can't help but stare. She doesn't wear a bra when she goes to bed.
"What?" She glares at me, covering her body.
"Nothing." I look away smirking to myself. "Do you want to go out somewhere today?"
"Where to?" She asks. I guess she wants to if she knows where.
"We could go for a walk. Go shopping? I think you'll need more maternity clothes than the three tops you bought with Santana."
She mumbles, making up her mind. "True. Okay, we can go around the shops?"
"Sure." She's finished dressing now, just putting on her blue jeans and wearing a red jumper top. It looks comfy. I'm just wearing a regular light blue t-shirt with buttons on the collar and baggy jeans. No where near as attractive as Rachel looks.
"I'll be back in a few." She tells me, kissing me gently and walking off into the other bedroom to do her makeup. Preferably I like her without it, but I know she's not very confident if she doesn't wear it. I feel bad for girls like that, having pressure put on them to look perfect.
I go into the bathroom to get ready myself, doing everything and using hair gel to put up my hair how I like it. I brush my teeth, obviously use the toilet, and make sure that I'm all ready. I want to make sure Rachel has a great time around New York today. I want her to be able to just feel like a college girl on a date with her boyfriend again, not a pregnant girl whose dad's haven't called her since the accident and doesn't sing anymore. God, I miss the sound of her singing.
I remember the first day we were here. She made me help her unpack — I laugh at the thought — and then made me sing Grease with her. It was crazy, but amazing. And she always used to hum some sort of tune when she got ready in the morning. And now there's nothing.
I stand by the curtain to the spare room where Rachel is getting ready, watching her. She's not humming now. She's just sat there in silence; in total concentration. It's sort of sad. Even though I didn't hear her properly sing much at all, it still makes me miss it.
"You almost ready?" I walk in after pushing the guilty thoughts aside and sit down on the bed next to her.
"Nearly." She tells me, not looking away from her mirror. Although she is doing that line on her eye again, and usually she can't look away when she does that. She says it's one of the most important parts of her makeup.
She colours in the short black line she's made beside her eye and pops the lid back on the tube.
"Okay, I'm done!" She smiles at me.
"You look beautiful." I tell her, and she brings up her shoulders in embarrassment and laughs.
"Thanks. Not too shabby yourself." She leans across and kisses me, and I taste the fruity flavour from her lipgloss.
She stands up and grabs her bag from the bed and we head to the door together, ready for our day out to begin.