Epilogue

Rachel wrapped a towel around her wet body and wiped the mirror free of condensation to look at herself. She opened the door to listen for William. She heard the little pitter patter of his feet running across the wood flooring.

"William Christopher Hudson." She called, she had asked him to stay in his room while she got showered.

She turned the corner to see him digging through a box in the office, "William. That is Daddy's. You know that." She scolded the five year old. He gave her his best dimpled smile that reminded her so much of Finn. She grinned at him.

"This one says my name, Mommy." William grinned and held up an envelope. "Can you read it to me?"

Rachel shook her head, "Maybe when you're older." She promised, grabbing the envelope holding it to her chest. "No go back to your room, you're going to wake the whole house up."

William frowned, "Why does it have my name on it?"

"Because Daddy wrote it for you."

"Why?"

Rachel let out a sigh and picked the boy up, "I'm taking you to your room."

"You're being a mean Mommy." William frowned at her.

Rachel kissed her cheek, "Remember when we told you that Daddy was in the hospital?"

"Yeah, so?" William retorted in his snotty tone. Rachel internally groaned, he had way too much of her in him.

"So, he wrote this for you in there, and it might be a little sad. I don't want to make you sad." She admitted to William and put him down, "Now play quietly, try not to wake up your grandparents."

Rachel closed his door and leaned up against it, holding the letter to his chest.

Kurt and Blaine were bickering in the kitchen over what to put in the dressing. "I don't know why you insist on putting chives in it."

"What is wrong with chives?" Kurt spit back.

Rachel chuckled as Blaine glared back at Kurt, "Everything. Everything is wrong with chives. I want a traditional thanksgiving flavor."

"It's chives, it won't change that much."

"Until you add cumin or ginger or something strange." Blaine said quickly. "No chives."

Kurt threw up his hands, "You are impossible."

William ran into the room with a little girl behind him. Kurt intercepted his daughter, "You're going to get your pretty dress dirty." He said to the little Asian three year old in the frilly pink dress.

"I don't cawe, Daddy." She smiled and toothy grin and Rachel giggled.

"She just wants to play with her cousin. Do you have any sweats for her the wear while we're cooking?" Rachel asked pulling her into her arms.

"Fanks Aunty Rachy."

Kurt rolled his eyes and started rumaging through his bag.

Burt walked in with a beer in hand, "Where are those little ones? We were watching the parade and suddenly I'm watching it alone."

"Just turn it to the football games, Dad." Kurt laughs, "They won't bother you for a while. Where's Carole?"

"She and Finn are choosing a wine." Burt told them and Rachel set the little girl down.

"Elle, go have your Daddy get you changed." She patted her bum and walked into the den seeing her husband looking at two bottles of wine in confusion.

Rachel giggled and put her arms around his back, "Let's do red with dinner." She grinned at him and Carole nodded. "See, I know what I'm talking about. When did you get up?" She directed at Finn and he turned around in her arms and kissed her lightly.

"I just got finished getting ready. Happy Thanksgiving." Finn whispered.

"I'm thankful for you." Rachel grinned and Finn nodded.

"I am more thankful for you." Finn whispered, kissing her cheeks and pulling her into a hug and a memory washed over her.

"I think we lost him." Rachel heard and her heart caught from her place on the floor.

Dr. Jackson ran past her and into the room, "Don't you dare call time of death." He yelled and slammed the door behind him, "Try again." He screamed.

Rachel stood, her heart in her stomach, her tears drying, she looked through the window and watched them try to revive him again. "You heard me, I said keep trying dammit." Dr. Jackson yelled and she made a soothing noise to try to quite the crying baby in her arms.

It didn't seem to be working, and Dr. Jackson motioned that everyone back away from Finn's body as he pulls his clenched fist up, almost as if he's going to punch him. His fist come barreling down to the center of Finn's chest and she sees the monitor start working again. It's not a straight line any longer, it has spike. Rachel lets out a sigh of relief and feels her tense arms calm as William begins to calm down as well.

"Finn…" She whispers and touches the glass.

She sees Finn's chest rise and fall on its' own and she breathes again. She knew in that moment that she needed him more then she wanted to. But she did. He was her everything.

"William found that letter."

"What letter?" Finn furrowed his brow.

"The one you wrote him while you were in the hospital."

Finn rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "You know about that?"

"I kinda read it." Rachel admitted.

Finn feigned shock, "Rachel Berry Hudson! When?"

Rachel kissed Finn's forehead as he slept on the couch. They had been home a week now and all he did was sleep, not that she minded. At least he was alive.

She grabbed the box of papers to take into the office, life insurance policies that Rachel prayed they would never need. At least not until William had kids of his own and Rachel and Finn were 90 or so.

Something caught her eye. A blue envelope that offset all the manila.

William Christopher

Rachel shouldn't open it. She shouldn't. It was right. She thought all of that as she ripped it open immediately.

Will,

Hey buddy. I am writing this is the case that I don't make it through this. I want you to know how much I love you. You weren't planned, I'm sure your Mom has told you that. But, I am so glad you're here. You are the perfect blend of your Mom and me.

Do you know how much I love you? When I get sad about my situation, I just think of you. I think about what an awesome little dude you're going to turn out to be. You'll probably join a glee club and maybe play football or hockey or maybe play an instrument. Maybe you can get your Uncle Blaine to teach you how to play the guitar. Or you can use my drum kit that's in storage.

Also, make sure you listen to your Uncle Kurt and Mom about musicals. I know they are lame and stuff, but they have okay music and an okay story line in it sometimes and they love them.

Make sure you eat your grandma Carole's cooking and fake a smile if you've got to. She's really sensitive about her cooking. Have Grandpa Burt teach you how to change your oil and change a tire as soon as you're big enough and make sure your Mom never drives you around. She's a terrible driver. Don't tell her I told you that.

Also, your Granddad and Papa Berry are awesome dudes. They can teach you anything you need to know about business, so make sure you talk to them about college.

Just so you know, a girl cannot get pregnant from a hot tub, don't let anyone tell you differently.

Guys are jerks, don't let them get to you. If someone makes fun of your height of your body structure or your girlfriends' nose, just remember to be the bigger guy and walk away. Don't punch someone just because they say something you don't like. But, if they say something about your Mom you have my full authority to kick their ass.

Wow, this is getting long and your Mom is going to be back from talking to the doctor soon so I should probably wrap this letter up. Just know I love you. You are the best thing I've ever done. The best thing I've ever made.

Also, your Mom is a goddess, but she isn't flawless. Don't get mad at her when she gets all chick batty intense, just talk to her calmly, give her a big hug and kiss her forehead and once she's calmed down tell her how much you love her. She'll feel better.

Love you,

Finn Dad.

P.S. If your Mom starts dating Noah Puckerman, you have my blessing to kick his ass to next Tuesday.

P.P.S. If you're torn between two women, always pick the second. Because if you loved the first enough you wouldn't have noticed the second. Does that make sense? Some dude who plays a pirate said that and it's really true. It's how I found your Mom.

Rachel was laughing and crying throughout the whole letter. She couldn't help but giggle at the P.S.

He was so Finn. The whole letter. She put it back into the envelope and buried it at the bottom of the box. She couldn't wait to share that with William when he was older.

Finn laughed a little, "You're so nosey."

Rachel hit his arm a little, "If I wasn't nosey I wouldn't have found your ass and you wouldn't be standing here with me."

"Thankful for that." Finn chuckled, "I'm thankful for your nosey nature."

"I'm thankful for you being alive." Rachel shot back before leaning up to kiss him softly. "I love you."

"I love you too." Finn grinned like the lucky bastard that he is.