"Rachel?" Finn called up the stairs to his wife. "Have you seen my gym bag?" He asked, rummaging through the downstairs closet for his gear. "I can't seem to find it anywhere."

"You checked the coat closet?" She questioned, waddling down the stairs with Payton in her arms.

"It's not in here." He told her, walking back into the living room.

"And it's not in our bedroom?" Rachel lifted her daughter up onto a couch cushion and slipped her feet into her little sparkly pink sneakers.

"I'll go check." He quickly ran up the stairs, two at a time, in a rush.

"Well, you're all set, Pay." Tightening her daughter's shoelace, she leaned forward and kissed her one and a half year olds cheek. "Jilly bean, are you ready yet?"

"Yeah, mommy! I'm coming!" Jillian then came hopping down the steps, her Cinderella backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Where are your shoes, Jill?"

"Oh, I can't find them." She answered.

"Well, you can't leave without them. Go double check by the back door." She ordered. "And hurry up, please."

"I found it!" Finn came running back down with his duffle in hand. "Now, I really gotta go." After giving his wife a quick kiss on the lips, he took Payton in his arms, tossing her into the air and blowing raspberries on her tummy. Which made her giggle hysterically.

"You have everything you need?"

"Yes, mom." Finn said, rolling his eyes at Rachel as he grabbed his keys. "Ok, see ya later, guys." He chuckled, opening the front door and leaving to go to practice.

"Bye, daddy!" Jill yelled, coming in from the kitchen and sprinting over to her mother. "I found them, mommy."

"Well, put them on, sweetie. Come on." Rachel made her way over to the dining room table and picked up her purse, sighing. She was really dreading the day ahead. Some food shopping just had to get done, and she was not happy to be taking the girls with her. Seeing as, they acted like little terrors in a grocery store. But Finn had plans and there was no other choice. And after that, she had to drop Jillian off at her friend Ashley's birthday party, which gave her plenty of time to take Payton to the doctor's office. Then the girls would be left in her husband's hands for the rest of the night, because she had a show to be at by 7. Even though she could no longer perform, she still liked to go see it and support her cast mates.

Finishing up in the house and going out to the car, she got the girls into their seats before climbing in herself. She decided on going to the nearest market, which was only 2 blocks away and pulled into an open parking spot all the way in the back, only 10 minutes later. Going up to the front of the store for a cart, she put Payton in it and pushed it into the store as Jill trailed behind.

"Alright. So, we need milk, eggs, butter…" Rachel read off her list, making sure she didn't forget anything. "Cereal, juice, fruits, vegetables…"

"Mommy, can we get ice cream?" The 4 year old asked, as they passed the frozen food section. "Cookie Dough sounds yummy."

"No. Not today, honey." She answered, as she stopped and tossed a box of waffles into the cart.

"But I want it!" Jillian pouted, stomping her foot.

"Do not start, Jilly bean."

"Why can't we get some?" She argued.

"Because, I said so."

"Daddy would get me ice cream!"

"That is because your daddy is a huge softie. And gives in to you girls more than he should." She stated, turning into the next aisle, which was full of cereal. "Now, pick out the kind of cereal you want, please." She said. But then couldn't help but think that letting her children choose was the wrong thing to do. And it was. Because Payton wanted the Fruit Loops and Captain Crunch, which was something Rachel wouldn't allow, due to the fact that cereal goes to waste a lot in their house, and she didn't want to buy a ton of it. So, she said no, resulting in a little temper tantrum being thrown.

"Are we done yet?" Jill asked, as she ran up and down one of the aisles with the cart.

"No, not quite. We still need to get a few more items." Rachel swayed back and forth with Payton in her arms, as she looked over the different brands of bread. "And watch what you're doing, Jillian. Be careful…" Before she could even finish speaking, she was hit with something squishy. Fixing her gaze on the tower of paper towels that were now scattered all over the floor; she took a deep breath and tried to keep her cool. "Jill, what did I say? You have to behave."

"Sorry, mommy. I didn't mean to!" She pleaded, starting to cry.

"I-I know, sweetheart. You just… You can't do these sorts of things in here." Bending over and picking everything up, she set Payton down in her seat. Taking hold of Jillian's hand, she went back for the bread real quick before going into a checkout line and unloading the very full cart. Paying for the order and getting into the car, she dropped Jill off at her party, sped to the doctor's, and then drove home.

"Hey, babe!" Finn stepped out of the house when he saw his wife pull up into the driveway, running over to help her with the bags. He waited for her to pop the trunk before he opened it up and took a few in his hands.

"Hi, honey." Rachel slid out of the driver's side, shutting the door and walking over to her husband. Greeting him with a kiss. "How was football?"

"Great, but now I'm tired." He replied. "And hungry."

"Alright, well, I brought dinner home. You just have to make it tonight, because I have to get to the theater."

"Ok." He nodded. "So, what'd you get me good?"

"You'll see." She winked, opening up the back door and easily sliding her arms under her daughter's body, careful not to wake her. "Oh and, by the way, you have to pick Jillian up from the party at 7:30."

"If I remember…"

"You better." Locking the Escalade, she led him into the house and through the living room, setting everything down on the kitchen counter. "Listen, I am going to go put Payton down for her nap, and I have to change, quickly. Then I am leaving. You don't mind putting the food away?"

"No, course not. Go. Go get ready." Finn said, starting on the groceries, only to find a big, juicy steak waiting to be cooked. "Oh, thank you, Rach!" He whispered, practically drooling over the package. And after grilling it, he got to sit down and enjoy it. "Now, that was some good eatin." Finishing up his plate, he placed it into the dishwasher, before going into the next room to watch some TV. But just as he was about to relax, his one year olds cries came through the monitor.

"Payton." He cooed, entering the little pink room and lifting her from her crib. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Clinging on to her blanket, Payton wrapped an arm around her dad's neck, resting her head on his shoulder.

"How was your nap? You slept quite awhile there; I bet you're probably hungry, yeah?" He questioned. "Shall we go get you a little snack?"

She nodded, tiredly, yawning.

"Alright. Come on, sleepyhead." Kissing her forehead, he carried her back downstairs with him and to the refrigerator. Then, finding something that looked good, they found a spot at the table, munching on fruit until it was time to pick up Jill.

"Daddy, it was so much fun!" Jill yelled, excitedly, picking at the candy from her goodie bag. "Ashley's mommy got her a bouncy house! And it looked like a princess castle! And we jumped like crazy."

"Sounds like you had an awesome time, Jilly bean." Finn shut the front door behind them, setting the keys down on the dining room table.

"Yeah. Except for the part where I scraped my knee." She explained. "But, I'm ok!"

"Well, that's very good to hear, honey. Now, listen." He said. "I have to go and give your sister a bath. Do you think you can keep yourself busy while I do that?"

She nodded. "I'm gonna watch TV."

"Alright. But do not do anything you're not supposed to." He warned, carrying Payton up the stairs and into the bathroom. Standing her on her feet, he leaned over the side of the tub and turned on the water, testing the temperature before actually putting her in. And as soon as he did, she threw a fit. She hated taking baths. Hated it. And he always had the hardest time, that's why he made his wife do it every night. "You're almost done, Pay. Don't worry." He cooed, shampooing her hair as she continued to splash and throw water his way.

Just then, a loud crash coming from downstairs could be heard, which was followed by a piercing scream.

Finn's head shot up and his heart began to race as he quickly wrapped his 1 year old up in her Froggy towel, rushing back down. He couldn't even imagine what had happened.

"Daddy." Jillian sobbed, from her spot on the floor, as she held a hand to her forehead.

"Jillian?" Running to her aid, he knelt down in front of her.

"It hurts."

"What does, sweetheart?"

She removed her hand, revealing a nice size goose egg.

"Oh, baby, what did you do?" He asked, examining the mark.

"I wanted to change the show, but the clicker is up there." She pointed to the very top shelf on their entertainment stand. "So, I tried getting it and I fell."

"Oh, no, Jilly." Pulling her into his embrace, he rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her down. "You're ok. Nothing a little ice won't fix."

Payton joined in on their hug, kissing her sisters boo-boo.

"Thanks, Payton." Jill sniffled.

When Rachel arrived home later that night, she found her husband completely unconscious on the couch. She couldn't help but feel the same exact way. Looks like they both had a pretty exhausting day. "Finn." She shook him. "Finn, honey, wake up."

"Hmmm?" His eyes fluttered open, and a small smile spread across his face when he saw hers. "Oh, hey, you."

"Hey. Come to bed." She directed, receiving a slight nod as she took his hand and helped him up. "The girls are asleep?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, did everything go ok here?"

"Yup. Everything went ok." He answered, pulling her up the stairs. "Well, besides Payton's bath, which resulted in me being soaked, and Jillian's nasty fall."

"Her fall? Is she alright?"

He nodded. "She fell and hit her head today, but she only has a small bump. Nothing too serious."

"Oh, ok. And she had fun at her party?"

"Oh, yeah! She went on and on about how great it was on the car ride home."

"Good, good."

"And, what about the show? How did it go?"

"It was good too. The cast and crew were amazing. They did so well." Rachel got comfortable on their bed after changing, and curled up next to him. "I'm kind of wishing that I was still a part of it though."

"You will be back up on that stage soon enough, babe."

"I know. I just miss it is all." She admitted. "But taking this time off will all be worth it once we get to meet our little guy."

"Yeah." He nodded in agreement, putting a hand on her bump.

Giving him a quick goodnight kiss, she reached over and shut off the light. Falling into a deep slumber. But it wasn't long before…

"Mommy? Daddy?" Jillian wondered down the hall and into her parents room, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she held her teddy bear, Finchel, (she had heard her mom and dad use the word numerous times and fell in love with the name) close to her tiny frame. It was just past midnight and she couldn't sleep due to the massive storm that was currently passing through New York. Pushing open the big wooden door, she stepped into the pitch black room. "Mommy? Daddy?" She whispered again.

There was no answer. The thunder only cracked as the lightning flashed brightly, lighting up the whole house.

Fear took over her body as she began to cry. "M-mommy? D-daddy?"

The thunder bashed against the side of the house.

Jill squeezed her bear tighter and ran for the corner of the room, where she curled up in a ball and shut her eyes. The thunder boomed once more and her eyes grew wide and filled with more water. When the lightning struck again, she could see the outline of a tall figure coming toward her. Quickly burying her face in finchel, she really wished that she could escape.

"I thought I heard someone in here." Finn bent over and picked his daughter up, kissing her forehead. "It's just me Jilly."

Rachel sat up in bed, turning on the lamp. "Jilly, what's wrong, sweetie?"

She laid her head down on her dad's shoulder and hugged him tighter. "I can't sleep because of the loud noise outside."

"It's just the thunder, honey." He yawned. "It will stop soon."

"But, I'm scared."

"Do you want Daddy to go and put a nightlight on in your room?" Rachel asked.

She shook her head no. "Mommy?"

"What baby?"

"Can I sleep in here with you?" The 4 year old asked, rubbing her tired eyes.

She looked to her husband for an answer, receiving a slight nod in response.

"Of course you can, honey." Finn replied.

Jillian wrapped her arms around her dad's neck, shoving finchel in his face. "Thanks daddy."

With a bear paw covering one eye, Finn lowered them both to the bed. "Wow, your bear tastes really good." He said sarcastically.

As soon as her tiny bare feet hit the sheets, she crawled over to her mother and curled up into a ball under the covers.

Finn and Rachel laid back down and got comfortable, just in time to hear their other daughters loud cries fill the air. Sighing, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. "I'll get her." Reaching Payton's room only seconds later, she found her to be standing up in her crib, clutching on to the side. "Aw, Payton. Did the storm scare you too?" She picked the little girl up, cradling and bouncing her in her arms as she continued to sob. "Shhh, it's ok. Mommy's here."

Rachel returned to the master bedroom with Payton in tow, once she had calmed down a bit. Jillian was already out like a light again, snoring softly as her dad continuously rubbed small circles on her back.

"Party in our room tonight!" Finn whispered, jokingly. "Woo-hoo!"

"Yeah." Rachel sat down on the edge of their bed, sill holding their daughter, who was now almost back to sleep. "Ya know, I heard that boys are a whole lot easier to take care of. Therefore, I am so glad we aren't having another girl." She said, nodding toward her stomach.

"Me too." He agreed. "I am tired of living with all girls. All I ever hear on a daily basis is princess this, fairies that. I am in serious need of boy talk! Something like… Monster Trucks."

She giggled, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "We are in way over our heads, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but we'll manage." He stated. "We can take on anything as long as we are doing it together."

She smiled. "Ugh, I am so tired." Laying the 1 year old down next to her, she slowly lowered herself to her pillow and sighed in relief.

"Goodnight, Rach. I love you."

"Love you too, Finn." Rachel yawned, finally able to shut her eyes again, knowing, that she only had a short period of time, see as, they had to wake up bright and early for yet another day of complete chaos. But that's the price she just had to pay, living a Life as a Hudson.