Finn knew a dismissal when he saw one, and he decided to retreat back to his bedroom, where he had carried Rachel to once she’d fallen asleep on the couch. He stood in the doorway, content for the moment to simply watch her sleep, her belly rising and falling with every breath she took. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her.
The pregnancy had been a surprise – Finn and Rachel had wanted children together, but they had anticipated that said children would arrive once they had settled down in their respective careers – but he considered it a welcomed one, especially since he was now home to enjoy it. Even when he’d still been deployed, he’d been excited, Skyping with Rachel every chance he’d gotten and writing her little notes every single day.
“Finn?” He heard her whisper, and he lumbered across the room to where she laid, perching carefully on the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” he breathed, leaning over and kissing her on the lips. “You sleep well, Mama?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I always sleep well when I’m with you,” she told him, eyes still tired. “How’s Kurt?”
Finn sighed, running his hands through his hair. “He’ll be alright,” he told her, after a moment. “Eventually.”
She made a sympathetic noise. “They were together a long time,” she commented, letting out a breath.
Finn nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know,” he told her. “Were they ever happy together?”
Rachel eyed him, her expression a thoughtful one. “I think they were at one point,” she hedged, rolling closer to him. “I mean, they almost had to be, Blaine transferred schools to be with him. And…”
“But were they happy when I was gone?” He asked.
She shrugged. And as Rachel was a romantic, Finn realized this wasn’t the world’s most ringing endorsement for a relationship.
“Not – not for a while, honey. For a long time. This isn’t just a recent thing, it really has nothing to do with you.”
Finn felt a bit better. Not much, but a bit.
“Yeah?” He asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, honey,” she soothed, leaning up to press lips to his. “You know that I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Finn nodded against her kiss. “I know,” he whispered. “Still sucks.”
“I know,” she agreed. “It does.”