Santana nodded slowly. “Maybe it’ll be a girl. And Rachel… Of you’re really that concerned, there’s adoption. You don’t have to keep your baby. There’s a family out there who will love him or her no matter what.” She paused for a moment. “But if you want to keep your baby, I can tell you for sure that no one you can raise will be that vicious. You’re too happy, too peppy. You’re Rachel Berry, and that baby will be perfect, okay?”
The brunette gave a small nod, she knew there were other options but after everything with Shelby, she wasn’t sure she could go through it again. Only this time, she would be the parent with the child wanting to know her, wanting to know why she gave him or her up and she wouldn’t be able to deal with that. She let out a sigh as she looked at Santana, “Thank you.”
Rachel giggled and looked at Santana, “When did you get nice?” She scrunched up her nose, a grin on her face, “Didn’t...