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Title: We Are Sure of What We Know
Author: Yours truly
Fandom: Glee
Prompt:
Character/Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 635
Summary: Continuing on from Do We Need To Change The World? and Progression From What We Are Yet To Become
this is a little fluffy drabble
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee, evidenced by the fact that Puck and Rachel aren't a) together and b) having sex on the regular on HBO or Skinemax.
"I'm 50% sure it's a girl," the technician advises.
"Dude, I'm 50% sure it's a girl, be more sure!"
The technician looks to Noah (who happens to be staring at you after your little outburst, with a mix of shock and pride which only serves to make him look constipated) for confirmation that you both want to know the sex of the baby.
"Noah," you hiss.
"What? Yeah, yeah we wanna know," he says, snapping out of his temporary stupor.
"Well okay, let's see what we have here," the technician says while moving the wand around on your belly, "mhmm, I'm fairly certain, and before you say anything, Rachel, I'm not legally allowed to tell you it's definite in case it's wrong and you sue me." You glare and Noah chuckles, "anyway, I'm fairly certain you're having a girl."
"A girl? But I'm having a boy," you insist.
"Nope, you're having a girl."
"A boy named Tony."
"A girl. We're having a little girl."
You and the technician both look to Noah at this, and notice he's staring at the screen intently, with a look of awe on his face, more so than at the first scan. He looks almost overwhelmed and there are tears threatening to fall from his eyes, which you notice before you feel the wetness on your own cheeks. A girl. You're having a girl and all of a sudden the name 'Tony' couldn't be further from your mind, and Noah's 'Berry Baby' remarks seem less inappropriate because you're having a baby you, a baby girl.
"Can we go?" you ask the technician, who nods and explains that since all the other checks were carried out before your sonogram, you're free to go. "Noah, take me home."
His eyes are still full of unshed tears - tears which are likely to fall the minute you're alone with him. He leaves the examination room to sort out your bill and next appointment while you make yourself presentable.
"You've got a good one there, Rachel. That boy's crazy for you and that baby, you know?" the technician says, taking you a little by surprise.
"I know. I'm very lucky," you reply modestly, picking up your jacket and purse and leaving the room with a 'bye, see you soon'.
Noah's waiting for you when you emerge from the exam room and immediately wraps you in a hug, nuzzling your neck.
"Take me home," you repeat and you feel him nod his head, place a kiss behind your ear and then link fingers with you, tugging you into his side as you both walk out.
When he gets you home he kisses you before letting you wipe the tears - the ones he's done so well to prevent from falling - from his cheeks. You force him to look at you with your hands on his face.
"Noah, are you okay? We're having a baby girl, and after Beth-"
"Rach, I couldn't be happier. Yeah, I mean, I know Beth was a girl too, but she's not mine anymore. This baby, this little girl, will grow up knowing I'm her dad."
"You are the best man I know and this little girl," you pause to rub your bump as if to emphasise your point, "is going to be the luckiest little girl."
"C'mon," he says pulling you gently by the hand up the stairs to your bedroom. You hate yourself for thinking it but in a way you're glad Noah's mother kicked him out, because it means you have him all day, every day. And as much as you wish he could repair his relationship with his mother, you love him here, with you, and you can see the rest of your life like this.
Well, maybe not fat with a baby in your belly, but with him.
Author: Yours truly
Fandom: Glee
Prompt:
Character/Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 635
Summary: Continuing on from Do We Need To Change The World? and Progression From What We Are Yet To Become
this is a little fluffy drabble
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee, evidenced by the fact that Puck and Rachel aren't a) together and b) having sex on the regular on HBO or Skinemax.
"I'm 50% sure it's a girl," the technician advises.
"Dude, I'm 50% sure it's a girl, be more sure!"
The technician looks to Noah (who happens to be staring at you after your little outburst, with a mix of shock and pride which only serves to make him look constipated) for confirmation that you both want to know the sex of the baby.
"Noah," you hiss.
"What? Yeah, yeah we wanna know," he says, snapping out of his temporary stupor.
"Well okay, let's see what we have here," the technician says while moving the wand around on your belly, "mhmm, I'm fairly certain, and before you say anything, Rachel, I'm not legally allowed to tell you it's definite in case it's wrong and you sue me." You glare and Noah chuckles, "anyway, I'm fairly certain you're having a girl."
"A girl? But I'm having a boy," you insist.
"Nope, you're having a girl."
"A boy named Tony."
"A girl. We're having a little girl."
You and the technician both look to Noah at this, and notice he's staring at the screen intently, with a look of awe on his face, more so than at the first scan. He looks almost overwhelmed and there are tears threatening to fall from his eyes, which you notice before you feel the wetness on your own cheeks. A girl. You're having a girl and all of a sudden the name 'Tony' couldn't be further from your mind, and Noah's 'Berry Baby' remarks seem less inappropriate because you're having a baby you, a baby girl.
"Can we go?" you ask the technician, who nods and explains that since all the other checks were carried out before your sonogram, you're free to go. "Noah, take me home."
His eyes are still full of unshed tears - tears which are likely to fall the minute you're alone with him. He leaves the examination room to sort out your bill and next appointment while you make yourself presentable.
"You've got a good one there, Rachel. That boy's crazy for you and that baby, you know?" the technician says, taking you a little by surprise.
"I know. I'm very lucky," you reply modestly, picking up your jacket and purse and leaving the room with a 'bye, see you soon'.
Noah's waiting for you when you emerge from the exam room and immediately wraps you in a hug, nuzzling your neck.
"Take me home," you repeat and you feel him nod his head, place a kiss behind your ear and then link fingers with you, tugging you into his side as you both walk out.
When he gets you home he kisses you before letting you wipe the tears - the ones he's done so well to prevent from falling - from his cheeks. You force him to look at you with your hands on his face.
"Noah, are you okay? We're having a baby girl, and after Beth-"
"Rach, I couldn't be happier. Yeah, I mean, I know Beth was a girl too, but she's not mine anymore. This baby, this little girl, will grow up knowing I'm her dad."
"You are the best man I know and this little girl," you pause to rub your bump as if to emphasise your point, "is going to be the luckiest little girl."
"C'mon," he says pulling you gently by the hand up the stairs to your bedroom. You hate yourself for thinking it but in a way you're glad Noah's mother kicked him out, because it means you have him all day, every day. And as much as you wish he could repair his relationship with his mother, you love him here, with you, and you can see the rest of your life like this.
Well, maybe not fat with a baby in your belly, but with him.