“Look there is daddy….right there….” Rachel says to the little infant played on her hip, her arm stretched out to point her finger at the tall, brown haired man, dressed in a uniform, who almost running towards her. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched him, trying desperate to focus on her little son.
“Daaaaaaa…” The little boy gurgles happily in her arms, not appearing to be any older than six months.
“Oh my god…..Rachel.” Finn rasps out as he finally reaches his wife, almost falling on his knees while grabbing the tiny hands of his baby boy. The boy looked at him confused for a second, his tiny hands barley being able to close around his fathers fingers.
“Oh my baby….my little Chris…” He whispers in amazement and slowly takes him from Rachel for the first time in his son’s life. He barley weight anything and Finn looked at him amazed, amazed by the fact that this is his son, that he is real and did not only exist on his computer screen.
“I am still here.” Rachel says as she has tears streaming down her face, happy that Finn was back from Afghanistan in one piece, finally here to hold his son. Finn finally raises his head and his jaw drops, freeing one arm from Chris to wrap it around his wife, pressing his mouth against hers in a passionate kiss.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” He mumbles against her lips, his own tears of happiness mixing with hers. “I missed you. I am sorry I missed out on everything.”
His face darkens and he internally sighs, almost regretting joining the army a few years back. He essentially missed the first six months of his son’s life along five months of Rachel’s pregnancy. He missed out on how he was born, he missed his first tooth, the first time he rolled over or the first time he crawled.
“Don’t you worry…all that matters is that you’re here now.” She smiles at him and kisses his cheek, wiping away a few tears.
The trio slowly makes it back to the car, Finn taking charge of strapping his son into the car seat and loading his bags into the trunk. His gaze keeps moving over to the tiny baby, a smile playing around his lips. Rachel notices it and reaches over to grasp his arm, caressing it softly.
“He looks like you a lot. Your freckles, your tone of skin. That hair is yours and the lips are a perfect replica of yours.” She says as he drives and a hand moves over to cover her tiny one. “He’s perfect.”
A couple hours later Finn is in the backyard, while his wife is inside. Rachel watches him through the window, her heart warming of the sight of Finn. He was lifting Chris up in the air, pretending he was an airplane before descending him and blowing a raspberry on his cheek. The two of them seem to have a blast, so she smiles to herself and keeps loading the dishwasher with dirty plates.
“RACHEL….RACH…OH MY….LOOK…:” She suddenly hears, causing her to drop everything an rush outside. She stops dead in her tracks and puts a hand over her chest, tears filling her eyes.
“Look….look he is standing….on my feet.” He says happily as he holds his son loosely by his hands, while the little boy is holding himself with his own legs.
“I know…I know I can see….” She whispers and walks over to Finn, kneeling down to look at her little boy. “You’re the biggest boy there is, right?”
“Maaaaaa…Daaaaaa….” The little boy squeals and Finn picks him up into his arms, pressing his lips to his cheek, holding him tightly in his arms.