Baby Berry Series 16/?
Title: Baby Berry Series
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Mommy Quinn/Baby Rachel
Summary: Read :-)
A/N: Did anyone else get a bit upset seeing who is casted for Rachel's dads?
“Rachel?”
Rachel blinked for a moment; she was sure Quinn just spoke but her lips didn’t move. She lifted her hands up and rubbed her eyes, maybe she was still sleepy.
“Rachel?”
The voice sounded again and she jumped, her eyes fluttering open to see the blonde smiling at her. She was still in her car seat, her brow furrowed. That was all a dream?
“You were really out? Kind of whimpering, what were you dreaming about?” Quinn asked unbuckling the girl and hauling her out of the car, setting her feet on the ground.
“I…where are we?”
Quinn chuckled, “We’re at the mall, baby.”
“You ready to go girls?” Judy asked tapping her toe against the pavement, her daughter nodded as she took Rachel’s hand, the three headed inside the mall.
Rachel glanced down and noticed she had pants on, “Pants?” she whispered.
“Yeah, I had them in the diaper bag. Sorry I forgot to put them on, I was focused on what mom was saying about my sister coming. So what were you dreaming about?” Quinn asked again, her brow rose curiously.
“We…” she glanced around and shrugged, the blonde laughed and hip checked her, the padding of the diaper dug into her.
“Come on, it’s me.”
“Well…we got to the mall and you put me in a stroller and made me suck my binky. You took me to the baby store…”
“A stroller,” Quinn chuckled, earning a glare, “Hey I mean I have one for you but here. Do you secretly want to out yourself?” Rachel blushed but shook her head. Quinn looked at her mom who stopped a store up ahead so she halted the brunette, “I wouldn’t do that to you, you know that right?”
Rachel licked her lips and shrugged, “Yeah. I mean, we want it just us.”
“And my family,” Quinn added making the diva nod, “So what else happened?”
“Finn called, and wanted to get back together.” Quinn’s hand tightened a bit painfully around her smaller hand, “Mommy!” she whined tugging her hand then blushing at saying it so casually in public.
“Sorry,” Quinn breathed out releasing Rachel’s hand so the girl could shake it but as soon as she finished her hand was wrapping around Quinn’s once again causing the blonde to smile shyly, she cleared her throat awkwardly, “Continue.”
“Um…that was it, I asked if I could tell him about us then you woke me up.”
“Sounds interesting.”
Quinn went quiet for a while as they went from store to store. Rachel was running around excitedly in the camping store, picking out things she liked for the trip. Being around someone who enjoyed the outdoors made Rachel want to try again and she found this new energy for camping.
Though mommy and nana wouldn’t let her get everything, the cart did fill up fast. With clothes that easily hid a diaper, Quinn took her in and dressed her in the clothes to make sure, a sleeping bag and pillows and anything else that Judy deemed needed for the small trip but enough so the girl could use again for another possible longer trip, when the Fabrays went on their annual mountain camping trip.
“I think we have everything from here, you girls hungry?” The teenagers nodded.
The food court wasn’t crowded but still a bit over whelming for Rachel who had forgotten about her diaper until she sat down, feeling the cushion on the hard surface of the chair. She sat as Judy and Quinn went up to order, though to anyone around she was just watching their bags. They came back with slices of pizza each and a soda.
Rachel reached for her drink and her fingers not opening as far as needed dumping the drink over onto the table, “I sworry!” she spoke quickly trying to grab napkins to help clean it up. She was counting her lucky stars it didn’t land on either blonde.
“It’s okay,” Quinn said trying to grab Rachel’s hands as the girl was unconsciously spreading the mess around.
“Nothing but an accident,” Judy assured waving over a worker who was just spacing out and watching the scene, the guy nodded running to get a mop and cleaner to help out.
“No, it was stupid.” Rachel continued until her hands were caught quite hard in her girlfriend’s warm hands, her eyes looked up and was met with stern loving eyes.
“Sit down,” she told her with a calm demanding voice that Rachel’s inner child had no choice but to follow and her ass hit the chair once more. They stared at each other as the worker came between them cleaning up the mess, no one spoke until a new drink was set in front of Rachel and the three were left alone, “Rachel?”
The diva glanced away when her name was said, her stomach flipping and flopping; Quinn’s voice would always have an effect on her.
“We need to have a serious talk.” Soft hands pulled her chin so she was looking at the blonde again.
“Bout what?” she asked though already sensing that she knew what it was.
“About the fact you can’t handle doing anything wrong. How you freak out at the littlest mess or accident.
“I don’t…”
“Yes you do…the bathroom for example.”
Rachel sighed; she knew that was going to come up again. She hated taking bad about her fathers, they weren’t monsters…
“Your constant need for appraisal and attention…”
“Hey!” Rachel snapped her head up in anger, “What about you?”
“This isn’t about me,” Quinn sighed moving her chair closer.
“Maybe it should be. How about how you have to have everything your way, uh, or if no one is paying attention to you, you get all crazy hatching mean awful plans like slushing someone who won’t conform to your rules and regulations!”
“I’m dealing with my problems, are you?” Quinn growled her face growing red from anger and a bit of guilt at the mention of the slushies’ she has been a part of. This seemed to calm the brunette down considerable, “I’m going to therapy. I talk to my mom and recently reconnected with my sister. I’m trying. I’m really trying to better myself and you know who makes me want to do that?”
Rachel’s breathing calmed though she still felt like she would hyperventilate at any second, the blonde in front of her was hitting to close for home with all those accusations, she shook her head ‘no’ indicating she did not know why Quinn decided to get better. No matter how much the diva prided herself in helping her friends and keeping up with them, the blonde cheerleader was someone that she could not figure out though the mystery was of great interest to her.
“You,” the word was but a whisper on the soft lips, traveling just far enough in the loud crowded room to land in the diva’s ears who quirked a brow in mock of her mommy.
“Me?’
“Yeah,” Quinn smiles shyly, tucking hair behind her ear causing butterflies to erupt in Rachel’s stomach. As much of a turn on as dominate Quinn/mommy was, this shy version was almost ten times better. Long blonde hair framing her face perfectly, her clothes hugging her just right accentuating feminine curves. The skylight above them allowed sun light to paint a picture of heaven on the blonde.
“I like that.” Rachel internally rolled her eyes at the sound of that complete lack of a full realized sentence she just uttered, clearing her throat with a soft smile she tried again, “I like that you want to be a better person for me, but it should really be for yourself Quinn.”
“Thank you,” she smiled bashfully feeling her entire body light on fire at the words being directed at her. Quinn got compliments a hundred times a day, most unwelcomed, but she never felt affected unless Rachel told her and the girl never ceased to amaze her with kind words even after brutal attacks.
“You girls’ finished?” Judy wondered coming back, having left unnoticed when the conversation started.
“Yeah,” Rachel replied for the both of them, quickly grabbing Quinn’s hand, her fingers gliding in between her girlfriend’s like she was born to hold on to that hand.
Quinn pulled her girl up and wrapped her in a much needed hug, “This isn’t over.” Hot air rushed over Rachel’s ear lobe causing her to shiver, “We’ll talk later.” She nibbled the lobe for a second before pulling back and smiling.
And as they continued to shop Rachel realized that maybe, just maybe she could start to open up about her fathers and her home life to someone who actually wants to hear about it. But a fear that something bad would happen if she did took hold in her gut, swallowing a lump in her throat she would figure it when the time came to talk, besides she saw a really cute scarf that she was sure Kurt would love and she knew a mommy with a credit card and a soft spot for her baby’s whining pout.
TBC.
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Mommy Quinn/Baby Rachel
Summary: Read :-)
A/N: Did anyone else get a bit upset seeing who is casted for Rachel's dads?
“Rachel?”
Rachel blinked for a moment; she was sure Quinn just spoke but her lips didn’t move. She lifted her hands up and rubbed her eyes, maybe she was still sleepy.
“Rachel?”
The voice sounded again and she jumped, her eyes fluttering open to see the blonde smiling at her. She was still in her car seat, her brow furrowed. That was all a dream?
“You were really out? Kind of whimpering, what were you dreaming about?” Quinn asked unbuckling the girl and hauling her out of the car, setting her feet on the ground.
“I…where are we?”
Quinn chuckled, “We’re at the mall, baby.”
“You ready to go girls?” Judy asked tapping her toe against the pavement, her daughter nodded as she took Rachel’s hand, the three headed inside the mall.
Rachel glanced down and noticed she had pants on, “Pants?” she whispered.
“Yeah, I had them in the diaper bag. Sorry I forgot to put them on, I was focused on what mom was saying about my sister coming. So what were you dreaming about?” Quinn asked again, her brow rose curiously.
“We…” she glanced around and shrugged, the blonde laughed and hip checked her, the padding of the diaper dug into her.
“Come on, it’s me.”
“Well…we got to the mall and you put me in a stroller and made me suck my binky. You took me to the baby store…”
“A stroller,” Quinn chuckled, earning a glare, “Hey I mean I have one for you but here. Do you secretly want to out yourself?” Rachel blushed but shook her head. Quinn looked at her mom who stopped a store up ahead so she halted the brunette, “I wouldn’t do that to you, you know that right?”
Rachel licked her lips and shrugged, “Yeah. I mean, we want it just us.”
“And my family,” Quinn added making the diva nod, “So what else happened?”
“Finn called, and wanted to get back together.” Quinn’s hand tightened a bit painfully around her smaller hand, “Mommy!” she whined tugging her hand then blushing at saying it so casually in public.
“Sorry,” Quinn breathed out releasing Rachel’s hand so the girl could shake it but as soon as she finished her hand was wrapping around Quinn’s once again causing the blonde to smile shyly, she cleared her throat awkwardly, “Continue.”
“Um…that was it, I asked if I could tell him about us then you woke me up.”
“Sounds interesting.”
Quinn went quiet for a while as they went from store to store. Rachel was running around excitedly in the camping store, picking out things she liked for the trip. Being around someone who enjoyed the outdoors made Rachel want to try again and she found this new energy for camping.
Though mommy and nana wouldn’t let her get everything, the cart did fill up fast. With clothes that easily hid a diaper, Quinn took her in and dressed her in the clothes to make sure, a sleeping bag and pillows and anything else that Judy deemed needed for the small trip but enough so the girl could use again for another possible longer trip, when the Fabrays went on their annual mountain camping trip.
“I think we have everything from here, you girls hungry?” The teenagers nodded.
The food court wasn’t crowded but still a bit over whelming for Rachel who had forgotten about her diaper until she sat down, feeling the cushion on the hard surface of the chair. She sat as Judy and Quinn went up to order, though to anyone around she was just watching their bags. They came back with slices of pizza each and a soda.
Rachel reached for her drink and her fingers not opening as far as needed dumping the drink over onto the table, “I sworry!” she spoke quickly trying to grab napkins to help clean it up. She was counting her lucky stars it didn’t land on either blonde.
“It’s okay,” Quinn said trying to grab Rachel’s hands as the girl was unconsciously spreading the mess around.
“Nothing but an accident,” Judy assured waving over a worker who was just spacing out and watching the scene, the guy nodded running to get a mop and cleaner to help out.
“No, it was stupid.” Rachel continued until her hands were caught quite hard in her girlfriend’s warm hands, her eyes looked up and was met with stern loving eyes.
“Sit down,” she told her with a calm demanding voice that Rachel’s inner child had no choice but to follow and her ass hit the chair once more. They stared at each other as the worker came between them cleaning up the mess, no one spoke until a new drink was set in front of Rachel and the three were left alone, “Rachel?”
The diva glanced away when her name was said, her stomach flipping and flopping; Quinn’s voice would always have an effect on her.
“We need to have a serious talk.” Soft hands pulled her chin so she was looking at the blonde again.
“Bout what?” she asked though already sensing that she knew what it was.
“About the fact you can’t handle doing anything wrong. How you freak out at the littlest mess or accident.
“I don’t…”
“Yes you do…the bathroom for example.”
Rachel sighed; she knew that was going to come up again. She hated taking bad about her fathers, they weren’t monsters…
“Your constant need for appraisal and attention…”
“Hey!” Rachel snapped her head up in anger, “What about you?”
“This isn’t about me,” Quinn sighed moving her chair closer.
“Maybe it should be. How about how you have to have everything your way, uh, or if no one is paying attention to you, you get all crazy hatching mean awful plans like slushing someone who won’t conform to your rules and regulations!”
“I’m dealing with my problems, are you?” Quinn growled her face growing red from anger and a bit of guilt at the mention of the slushies’ she has been a part of. This seemed to calm the brunette down considerable, “I’m going to therapy. I talk to my mom and recently reconnected with my sister. I’m trying. I’m really trying to better myself and you know who makes me want to do that?”
Rachel’s breathing calmed though she still felt like she would hyperventilate at any second, the blonde in front of her was hitting to close for home with all those accusations, she shook her head ‘no’ indicating she did not know why Quinn decided to get better. No matter how much the diva prided herself in helping her friends and keeping up with them, the blonde cheerleader was someone that she could not figure out though the mystery was of great interest to her.
“You,” the word was but a whisper on the soft lips, traveling just far enough in the loud crowded room to land in the diva’s ears who quirked a brow in mock of her mommy.
“Me?’
“Yeah,” Quinn smiles shyly, tucking hair behind her ear causing butterflies to erupt in Rachel’s stomach. As much of a turn on as dominate Quinn/mommy was, this shy version was almost ten times better. Long blonde hair framing her face perfectly, her clothes hugging her just right accentuating feminine curves. The skylight above them allowed sun light to paint a picture of heaven on the blonde.
“I like that.” Rachel internally rolled her eyes at the sound of that complete lack of a full realized sentence she just uttered, clearing her throat with a soft smile she tried again, “I like that you want to be a better person for me, but it should really be for yourself Quinn.”
“Thank you,” she smiled bashfully feeling her entire body light on fire at the words being directed at her. Quinn got compliments a hundred times a day, most unwelcomed, but she never felt affected unless Rachel told her and the girl never ceased to amaze her with kind words even after brutal attacks.
“You girls’ finished?” Judy wondered coming back, having left unnoticed when the conversation started.
“Yeah,” Rachel replied for the both of them, quickly grabbing Quinn’s hand, her fingers gliding in between her girlfriend’s like she was born to hold on to that hand.
Quinn pulled her girl up and wrapped her in a much needed hug, “This isn’t over.” Hot air rushed over Rachel’s ear lobe causing her to shiver, “We’ll talk later.” She nibbled the lobe for a second before pulling back and smiling.
And as they continued to shop Rachel realized that maybe, just maybe she could start to open up about her fathers and her home life to someone who actually wants to hear about it. But a fear that something bad would happen if she did took hold in her gut, swallowing a lump in her throat she would figure it when the time came to talk, besides she saw a really cute scarf that she was sure Kurt would love and she knew a mommy with a credit card and a soft spot for her baby’s whining pout.
TBC.