Reflections
Title: Reflections
Author: inanawfulmess
Rating: PG
Length: 740
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Rachel Berry's life didn't turn out exactly the way she imagined it would.
Author's Note: I know it's super cheesy, but hey, that's not always a bad thing. Beware though, I'm not kidding. Although I do believe Rachel Berry would be just crazy enough to make it happen...I don't own anything, and all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
“Are you happy?”
Rachel jumped, unaware that her wife had woken up and was watching her. Tearing her eyes away from her newborn baby daughter who was sleeping in her arms, she looked to Quinn.
“I can’t say it’s what I wanted,” Rachel spoke after taking a moment to really ponder the question and shifting baby Emily in her arms. “I’ve always had big dreams. Even in high school, I knew exactly what I wanted, exactly who I was going to be. And then I met you.”
Rachel’s eyes watered as she stared deeply into those of her wife. Even after fourteen hours of labor, Quinn was undeniably the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Nine years of marriage and four kids later, sometimes Rachel still had to pinch her own arm to remind herself this was all real.
“I never meant to fall in love,” she spoke again, a moment later. “Well, eventually I did, I suppose, but not so soon. I was going to get out of Lima as quick as I could, away from everything and everyone I knew, start living my dream out on some stage in New York.” She laughed quietly, lost in the memory. “Turns out there was someone worth staying for, after all.”
It was only supposed to be temporary, really. Rachel would go to school in Columbus, with Quinn, and when they were both ready they’d move to New York and take on the city together. But then there were bills to pay, and a wedding to plan, and maybe they didn’t want to end up so far from their families while they were still so young.
“I like teaching, I do. I just never imagined my big stage would be a middle school choir room two towns away from where we grew up. I always thought we’d get out, even after I took the job, I figured it was only a stepping stone to bigger and better things. But then Anthony came along, and I guess it just made more sense to stay.”
It’s really not like Quinn’s first pregnancy with Rachel was unexpected, because when two women decide to have a baby together a lot of planning is kind of required. Still though, thinking back, Rachel isn’t always exactly sure when she sat down and thought it through and agreed to start a family. Quinn wanted a baby, and she was Rachel’s new and perfect wife who deserved everything she wanted and more. So they’d looked through the catalog, chosen a donor, and after four months of trying and nine months of waiting, they were a real family.
“I love being a mother, you know that. You and the kids are the most important things in my life, and I would do absolutely anything for any one of you. That’s why New York would never work. It’s not safe there, not really, not a good place to raise a family. I want our kids to grow up with a yard, and fresh air, and close enough to Lima that they really know their grandparents. I want to be home enough to know what’s going on in our kids’ lives, I don’t want to miss baths, or story time, or even dropping them off at school. I like taking Tony to karate, and Graeme to her piano lessons. And I can’t even describe how important it is to me that I was there to see them all take their first steps, and hear Grammy and Oscar’s first words. I never thought that stuff would be important to me, but somehow, for some reason, it is.
“So to answer your question, Quinn,” Rachel continued, rising from her chair and crossing the room to sit at the edge of her wife’s hospital bed, “I’m very happy. I’ll freely admit that this isn’t the life I’ve always dreamed of, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m married to an amazing woman, have three wonderful kids waiting for me at home, and now,” she whispered, raising the baby in her arms to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, “I finally have my Emmy.”
“Your EGOT,” Quinn spoke again, smiling.
Rachel nodded, running a hand gently over the soft fuzz atop her daughter’s head. “And it’s so much better than I imagined it would be.”
Author: inanawfulmess
Rating: PG
Length: 740
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Rachel Berry's life didn't turn out exactly the way she imagined it would.
Author's Note: I know it's super cheesy, but hey, that's not always a bad thing. Beware though, I'm not kidding. Although I do believe Rachel Berry would be just crazy enough to make it happen...I don't own anything, and all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
“Are you happy?”
Rachel jumped, unaware that her wife had woken up and was watching her. Tearing her eyes away from her newborn baby daughter who was sleeping in her arms, she looked to Quinn.
“I can’t say it’s what I wanted,” Rachel spoke after taking a moment to really ponder the question and shifting baby Emily in her arms. “I’ve always had big dreams. Even in high school, I knew exactly what I wanted, exactly who I was going to be. And then I met you.”
Rachel’s eyes watered as she stared deeply into those of her wife. Even after fourteen hours of labor, Quinn was undeniably the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Nine years of marriage and four kids later, sometimes Rachel still had to pinch her own arm to remind herself this was all real.
“I never meant to fall in love,” she spoke again, a moment later. “Well, eventually I did, I suppose, but not so soon. I was going to get out of Lima as quick as I could, away from everything and everyone I knew, start living my dream out on some stage in New York.” She laughed quietly, lost in the memory. “Turns out there was someone worth staying for, after all.”
It was only supposed to be temporary, really. Rachel would go to school in Columbus, with Quinn, and when they were both ready they’d move to New York and take on the city together. But then there were bills to pay, and a wedding to plan, and maybe they didn’t want to end up so far from their families while they were still so young.
“I like teaching, I do. I just never imagined my big stage would be a middle school choir room two towns away from where we grew up. I always thought we’d get out, even after I took the job, I figured it was only a stepping stone to bigger and better things. But then Anthony came along, and I guess it just made more sense to stay.”
It’s really not like Quinn’s first pregnancy with Rachel was unexpected, because when two women decide to have a baby together a lot of planning is kind of required. Still though, thinking back, Rachel isn’t always exactly sure when she sat down and thought it through and agreed to start a family. Quinn wanted a baby, and she was Rachel’s new and perfect wife who deserved everything she wanted and more. So they’d looked through the catalog, chosen a donor, and after four months of trying and nine months of waiting, they were a real family.
“I love being a mother, you know that. You and the kids are the most important things in my life, and I would do absolutely anything for any one of you. That’s why New York would never work. It’s not safe there, not really, not a good place to raise a family. I want our kids to grow up with a yard, and fresh air, and close enough to Lima that they really know their grandparents. I want to be home enough to know what’s going on in our kids’ lives, I don’t want to miss baths, or story time, or even dropping them off at school. I like taking Tony to karate, and Graeme to her piano lessons. And I can’t even describe how important it is to me that I was there to see them all take their first steps, and hear Grammy and Oscar’s first words. I never thought that stuff would be important to me, but somehow, for some reason, it is.
“So to answer your question, Quinn,” Rachel continued, rising from her chair and crossing the room to sit at the edge of her wife’s hospital bed, “I’m very happy. I’ll freely admit that this isn’t the life I’ve always dreamed of, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m married to an amazing woman, have three wonderful kids waiting for me at home, and now,” she whispered, raising the baby in her arms to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, “I finally have my Emmy.”
“Your EGOT,” Quinn spoke again, smiling.
Rachel nodded, running a hand gently over the soft fuzz atop her daughter’s head. “And it’s so much better than I imagined it would be.”