Thanks to Ania for the prompt! :)
It's amusing, it really is, how Chris just seems to imitate everything that Finn does. Finn wants bacon for breakfast, so does Chris; Finn wants to wear his slacks and do nothing all day, so does Chris. Really, it should be no surprise that she'd look one way and then back again to find her son missing, eventually finding him in the bathroom with Finn's shaving cream all over his face, and even in his hair, too.
She smiles, and gently washes it away with warm water, telling him that only grown up men need to shave and he's still her baby.
"But Daddy," he starts, for Rachel to only shush him with a sweet kiss to his forehead, then frowning a little when his skin tastes like the cream she's just wiped off. "Now come on, time to get ready for preschool."
And she thought that was the end of it, but why should she be so naive? If Chris wants to be like his daddy, then he's going to be like his daddy (now she realizes why her dads would always sigh and roll their eyes during her admittedly stubborn moments as a youth).
It's the next morning, when Finn's snuggled in bed with her (thank god for his late start on Tuesdays) that she hears the tiny patter of feet to their en suite, her ears pricking up. "Is this Chris?"
Finn groans, not so happy to be interrupted, and he reluctantly removes his arms from her waist. On her feet, she finds their son staring in the mirror, on the stool that she makes him stand on for brushing his teeth, and applying a generous amount of the shaving cream. She facepalms, more so when Finn peers over her shoulder and just laughs, making no effort to scold the boy.
"You missed a spot," he chuckles childishly, moving beside him and helping to smooth the cream over his face, sticking out his tongue in concentration.
With a sigh, she holds her hands up in disbelief, "I live with two children, not a husband and son."
But then she hears the high pitched giggles of Chris, and she can't help the way her heart warms at that sound. "Come on," Finn coaxes her nearer, seeing her fighting back a smile, "it's cute."
"He's wasting all your stu -"
"I'll buy more," he insists, leaning down to kiss her, a sure fire way to sway her to his side, "just enjoy the fact that we have the most adorable kid in the world, kay?"
She grins, "well, he did inherit your dimples."
A week later, and she wakes up to the bathroom light on, blinking her eyes and then following it sleepily. Rachel bites back a laugh when she sees both her boys getting ready, their faces white with the cream. Finn uses his razor, while Chris sweeps across his skin a plastic spoon (he'd wanted to shave like daddy, too) while both their tongues poke out of their lips in a matching expression of concentration.
A smile on her lips, she shakes her head and goes to get back in bed, but she can't help thinking how lucky she is.
