Rachel had slept pretty well for the first night in about a week, feeling less sick and restless than she had all week long. Finn had suggested they don’t even set an alarm - she had the day off and he had one of those six o’clock night shifts at the restaurant which meant he’d usually sleep in until like, noon. She didn’t even know the time when her and Finn’s phones started buzzing simaltaneously.
Jumping up in surprise, Rachel took both of their phones - knowing Finn wouldn’t even stir awake at the noise, nothing really bothered him during a good night’s sleep - and silenced Finn’s, squinting at her own phone screen and letting out a sigh. By the way they were both being called, she thought someone had died or something. “Blaine? Hi, yeah, it’s - no, it’s okay,” she told him when he apologized for calling at seven in the morning. “She’s what?! Oh my God, the baby? Okay, okay, I’ll wake up Finn in a second. Oh my God. Alright, we’ll see you guys soon, love you!” Hanging up the phone with a squeal, Rachel leaned over and tried to shake her husband awake gently. “Hey babe. Baby. Babe. Finn. Finn!”