So, this story is finished, but I thought that maybe a small epilogue would be nice. And sorry that it took me forever to write, despite its size.

Enjoy!

8 years later

Finn held a little more tightly onto his children's hands as the ground slowly grew around them. He didn't want a repeat of the last time he managed to lose one of them. The two were bickering about something or other, not that he was paying much attention (it was a common occurrence in the Hudson household.

"Isobel! George!" he scolded them when the argument took a turn for the worse. Leaning down, he spoke to both his children, "come on you two. Tonight is mommy's special night and you don't want to make her upset by arguing."

He was met with guilty stares. The kids hated making Rachel upset as something about seeing their mother cry just wasn't right.

"Okay daddy," Isobel agreed a little unwillingly, sending a warning glare in her younger brother's direction. Finn chuckled at her, seeing that she was so much like Rachel already, even at five years old. She was like a carbon copy. Although, sometimes it could be a little daunting when the two girls ganged up on him. Finn shuddered at the memory before looking down to see George tugging on his pants.

"What?" he asked gently.

"Pick me up," he ordered quickly, lifting up his arms. He did so, lifting the little boy up so that he could see over the crowd. "Where's mommy?" he asked, peering around nosily. "I want mommy."

"She's inside," he explained, "and we'll see her after the show. Do you two promise to be good before then?"

Two eager nods were sent him way.

"Daddy, I want you to carry me," Isobel huffed, clearly not a fan of having anything less than Finn's full attention.

"C'mere then," he scooped her up with one arm and she leaned into his side. "You're getting too big for this," he joked, laughing at the look of horror on his face. He didn't know why, but she loved it when he carried her around. He liked doing it too, well, until his arms started aching anyway.

"I'm only five!" she cried.

"You've been telling everyone that you're six all week," he smirked.

Isobel rolled her eyes, "I said almost six, daddy. And I am. It's nearly my birthday."

"That's three months away."

She crossed her arms and pouted toward him, her large brown eyes larger than normal. He merely shook his head at her and laughed, bringing her closer to hug her small body. She nuzzled her face into his neck.

On his other side, George suddenly shrieked. "Look, there's mommy!" His shouts gained the attention of most of the people around him. Finn followed the direction that he was pointing to see the large picture of Rachel outside the theatre, along with her co-star Michael Eddows. Just the thought of him made Finn burst with rage. He was the most self-centred, narcissistic, rude and incorrigible man that he'd met, and those were Rachel's words, not his.

She hated the months spent rehearsing with him, especially when they had to do the most pivotal kiss of the play. There was, of course, more kisses (five, much to Finn's annoyance) but this one was passionate and deep. He only liked it when she kissed him that way.

"Mommy!" Isobel squeaked, "that's my mommy!" She clapped her hands together excitedly, "where is she now daddy?"

"She's getting ready inside," he told her, "so that she can perform to all these people."

"All these people?" she peered around the crowd in awe, "won't she be nervous?"

"Your mommy doesn't get nervous," he chuckled. "'Cause she's like a Supermom, right?"

"Right!" George chirped into his other ear.

Isobel hugged his head, "and you're Superdad."

Finn grinned at their words. It's always been a little joked that he liked to tease Rachel with, calling her Supermom because she seemed to be able to do anything and with great ease. Not soon after, she started to get the kids to call him Superdad. They even gave him his own super powers, which included being tall and inhumanly strong.

"You're not starting that again?"

Turning around, he saw Puck and Quinn heading toward them. "Hey," he greeted Quinn with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then he bumped fists with Puck, who proceeded to the same with George.

Isobel frowned, "what about me Uncle Puck?"

"Issie, you're a girl. Chicks can't do stuff like that. Now get here and give me a hug right now!" his face broke out into a smile as she extended her arms towards him. As they hugged, Finn stood by Quinn.

"How're you doing?" he asked nosily. Quinn was currently eight months pregnant with her and Puck's second child, their first daughter. They already have a son, Ben, who was born a week before Isobel.

She returned the smile, "I'm great." She runs a hand along her prominent bump, "Actually, I'm wonderful."

"Good," he told her, being cut off by an excited George.

"Daddy! We're going in!" he grinned, "I wanna go in."

"Okay," Finn chuckled, "let's go and get our seats. It'll be a long show." His face falters slightly, "maybe you should go to the toilet first George. Just to be sure. Mommy won't want you to miss any of her parts, will she?"

The toddler shook his head, climbing down from Finn as if he was a climbing frame himself and scrambling towards the bathroom. Making sure that Isobel was safe with Puck and Quinn, he follows after to make sure that George didn't get stuck in the toilet or something. His son was really tiny.

He walked in to find trying to talk to a man who was currently attempting the use the urinal. "Sorry," he apologised quickly and dragged George away, sending him into a cubicle instead.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the theatre with a hyper George in his arms. It didn't help that he had to walk past everyone else, who'd already found their seats, to get to the front with the giddy child. Seriously, why didn't children have an off button?

At least Isobel understood how important it was to be quiet during times like this. She sat primly in her seat, sitting up straight and looking at the stage with eager eyes. He nudged her gently, "hey, you excited?"

She beamed, "yes! I bet that mommy will be the best."

"I bet she will too," he chuckled.

Rachel couldn't stop grinning. It was actually starting to hurt her cheeks. Michael walked beside her, talking non-stop about his "ground breaking performance." She knew that she liked to talk about herself, but this guy was ridiculous.

She ground to a half when she saw Finn waiting outside her dressing room with the kids and her smile increased a thousand times over. She wasn't ashamed to say that she practically ran to him, letting him large arms envelope her in a hug. "Hey," she breathed as she resurfaced from his kiss.

"Mommy!" Isobel stomped her foot as she stood between the pair.

"Yes baby?" Rachel smiled down at her daughter.

"I liked your play," she said, adding a large smile for effect, "but George fell asleep." She pointed an accusing finger at her brother, who looks like he could fall right back to sleep any second.

The brunette picked up George, who looked guilty as soon as the words left Isobel's mouth. "That's okay," she subconsciously started to smarten out the collar of the shirt Finn forced him to wear, "how about we go back home and I'll put you to bed?"

"Will you sing to me?" he yawned.

She gently brushed some of his hair out of his face, "of course." Finn smiled at her and gently held out his hand for her to take. "So did you like the show?" she asked.

Finn couldn't help but place another kiss to her soft lips. "I like every show you're in. You're amazing Rach."

After all these years, his words still managed to make her blush.

"Seriously," he went on, "you could sing me the dictionary and I would sit and listen all the way through."

"Don't put ideas into my head," she joked.

"Hey losers!" they heard from behind them, being reunited with Puck. He immediately pulled Rachel into a tight hug, even with George in her grasp. The little boy merely got caught in the middle of the embrace. He was used to it. All the kids knew that Puck and Rachel were close and they actually believed him to be their real Uncle and, since none of the adults really felt it necessary to correct them, that's how it would always be. "You did great," he whispered into her ear, "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," she smiled, "do you think it was Tony worthy?"

He rolled his eyes, "yes, of course." She set a stern look upon him, "hey, Berry, I'm being honest here."

"It's Hudson," she corrected, "and where's Quinn? I thought that she was coming tonight."

"She went to the bathroom, again. What else is new?" he shrugged, his arm still around Rachel.

"Uncle Puck," Isobel started, "can you tell mommy and daddy to get me a dog? They only listen to you!"

All the adults laughed and Puck ruffled her brunette curls. "Look, your parents will do what they want. I can't make them get a dog, but I can take you to get one. You know that your mom won't be able to turn it away once she sees it."

Rachel scowled toward him, shaking her head. "We don't have any room for a dog," she explained.

"Yeah we do," Isobel frowned, starting to make herself cry. Finn had walked in on Rachel teaching her this once, calling it a "necessary talent".

"I'm not falling for that," Rachel replied firmly, "it's your dad that can't resist the puppy dog look, remember?"

As soon as she said that, Isobel spun around to Finn and his heart clenches at her sad expression. Thankfully, Puck saved him by beginning to talk, "well, I should be going. Quinn'll want to go home and eat…" he didn't look too pleased, "but seriously Berry, you kicked butt tonight. I felt like a proud big brother." He went to ruffle her hair as he had done Isobel's but she swatted his hand away.

"Laters," he said instead, turning on his heel, "I'll call by sometime. You know, force you to babysit my kid or something. The usual."

"Okay," Rachel smiled. They all watched him retreat down the hallway until it was empty once more

She eyed the door that led out of the side of the building, no doubt with fans waiting. "I should go," she told Finn, "I promise that I'll keep it shorter than last time." Last time, she was out there making sure that every fan got an autograph.

"Go," he told her gently with a soft smile. "Me and the kids will wait in the car for you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, taking George from her, "but you just enjoy yourself."

She smiled: she always enjoyed herself. This was the place that she never thought she'd get to, a place that she dared not even dreaming about all those years ago and now, with the help of Finn, she was here.

He'd been her everything, her biggest fan and her greatest support system, along with Noah of course. Since gaining the lead in Rent all those years ago, she'd come a long way from the way that she'd been. She'd changed as a person and she was so thankful for the night that she'd met Finn because, well, he'd basically saved her life.

Finn was her everything. And he gave her everything that she needed. It was difficult to imagine a life without him. He'd be her husband for just over six years and every day she woke up wondering how she was so lucky.

And moreover, he gave her two beautiful children. After everything with Jacob, she wasn't sure whether she'd be able to be comfortable ever getting to that stage with a man again. But Finn, he was so patient and so caring, and she almost fell in love with him all over again. Now she has Isobel and George, who are her world. Her family.

When she moved to New York at the age of nineteen, with nothing but bad memories, she could have imagined her life ending up so amazing in less than ten years.

As she stepped out of the door, into the crowds of screaming fans waving playbills and autograph books, her face burst into a grin.

This is where she belonged.

She took a moment to savour her surroundings, taking a deep breath to stay calm. It felt like a dream every time.

It made her so happy. That's what she was.

Happy.

She'd never get bored of saying that.

And yes, she was never going to be able to be able to forget her past, nor would she want to. It made her who she is today. The occasional nightmare of Jacob escaping prison wasn't going to bring her down, she just wouldn't let it.

She spent as much time as she could talking to the fans, but eventually she knew that she needed to get back to Finn. After apologising, she swiftly left the building and found the family car parked only a street away.

"Hey," she climbed in beside Finn, taking in the warmth of the car. Peering into the back seat, she saw the two children fast asleep, "was I gone that long?"

He shook his head, "nah. They've just had a long night." He started the engine, slowly pulling out, "it's way past their bedtime anyway."

Rachel giggled as she heard George snoring from the back of the car. "He's so much like you," she commented, her eyes stuck on Finn.

He grinned, "What? Totally awesome."

She merely smiled in return before letting out a content sigh. Peering back again, she said, "I think that I could fall asleep too." Finn's bottom lip pouts out, "I'm really tired, okay? You're going to be sharing a bed with me for the rest of your life. You're bound to get some eventually."

Finn turned to look at her, "I should hope so."

"Finn!" she said sternly, though ended up beaming anyway. "I have some news for you."

"Oh yeah?" he smirked.

She gently placed her hand on his arm, "yes." Biting her lip softly, she said, "I'm pregnant."