Baby Just Say Yes [4/4]
Title: Baby Just Say Yes
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Puck/Anna(OC), Kurt, Allison Fabray, Isabelle & Olivia Fabray-Berry, Rachel's dads, Brittany's parents, Santana's mother & brother, mentions the rest of New Directions
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~2,800 for this part (13,700+ total)
Summary: When it is realized that neither Rachel and Quinn or Brittany and Santana are legally married Rachel and Santana secretly team up to rectify the situation.
Author's Note: See Part 1
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Once at the reception hall Rachel and Quinn settled Isabelle and Olivia in one of the back rooms away from the noise and crowds with the younger children of the other guests and the child care providers Rachel had screened and hired. Despite having hired professionals, Rachel and Quinn each snuck back to the room more than once throughout the evening to check on their girls and of course to go through their dinnertime routine.
Santana and Brittany were late getting into the reception hall because they pulled over in an empty parking lot to get a start on their wedding night. Santana sent a text to Quinn to tell her not to wait for them. The couple walked into the reception hall and they were met with a roar of cheers and smirks.
The loud dance music was shut off for the toasts. Puck was surprisingly sweet when he talked about the two couples and didn't swear or make any innuendos, Anna told Rachel that she threatened to withhold if he didn't keep it clean. Brittany's mother translated for her father since he kept drifting between Dutch and English. Rachel's fathers, in fabulous Berry fashion, had prepared and rehearsed a line-by-line monologue consisting entirely of quotes from Broadway musicals; Rachel grinned, knowing that they had probably been working on that since the day she was born. Santana's mother composed herself enough to talk about her late husband and how proud he would have been of this day and how much he would have loved the woman that stole his daughter's heart.
Given Quinn and Santana’s circumstances Rachel and the Latina both agreed that for the father/daughter, brother/sister, pseudo-father/daughter dance they would ditch anything like “Butterfly Kisses” and instead spent hours searching the internet and going through their iPods and finally settling upon “You'll Be in My Heart” for them to dance to. Santana danced with her brother, Brittany with her father, and Rachel and Quinn split their time with each of Rachel’s dads, and Puck stepped in on the last few seconds of Quinn’s dance.
Brittany’s eyes went wide and she gasped excitedly when after her dance with her father, “I Love”, the song she had listed in her scrapbook, started playing and Santana reached for her. The Latina grinned and reached up to kiss the blonde and pulled her in close, Brittany sang along happily.
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes when “As Long as You’re Mine” began immediately after and Rachel tugged her out to the empty floor.
“Of course,” the blonde said. “I should have expected nothing less.”
“Well it's not just because it's my favorite musical and it's a wonderful song,” Rachel said. She wrapped her arms up around Quinn's neck and the blonde slipped her arms around Rachel's waist and pulled her in close. “It was the first show we ever saw together, that is what makes it special and why I picked it. I almost thought about 'What is This Feeling?' but I wasn't sure if anyone else would see the humor.”
Quinn grinned and blinked back a few tears and dropped her head to kiss the brunette. Allie managed to get away from Puck to cut in on the dance, neither woman complained and they let her come in between them for the last bit of the song.
The night went off without a hitch until one of the sheets that was covering, of all things, a stuffed duck got caught on Artie's wheelchair and pulled down. Brittany freaked out, Santana tried to calm her down, Rachel and Puck scrambled to get the sheet back up but the damage had been done and the blonde was hysterical. It took Santana dragging her to a back room to do what Santana did best and to calm her down. By the time they returned to the main hall Brittany, messy hair and makeup slightly smeared, was all smiles again. Santana kept the bartender busy and demanded that she not see the bottoms of their glasses for the rest of the night in order to keep Brittany occupied.
When the night wrapped up Rachel and Quinn said their goodbyes to their friends and loaded the twins into the van. Quinn fell asleep on the five minute drive to Rachel's dads' house. The men insisted on keeping the twins in their room for the night and since Quinn was too tired to answer with anything but incoherent mumbling Rachel agreed to it and they moved the playpen across the hall to the master suite.
After getting Olivia and Isabelle changed and put to bed Rachel practically had to do the same with Quinn, changing her into her pajamas and tucking her into bed. She changed out of her own dress and into shorts and a t-shirt before snuggling up to and wrapping her arms around the blonde.
“I love you, Quinn,” Rachel sighed with a smile.
Quinn mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “I love you, too.” Rachel kissed the back of the blonde’s neck before drifting into sleep. There would be time for the wedding night later.
Santana and Brittany were too drunk to drive back to the hotel so Kurt offered to take them and later seriously regretted it. He obviously had no idea that when the pair was drunk together they wanted each other. A lot. Regardless of who was around. He had to yell at them to knock it off about every ten seconds and threatened Santana that she’d have to pay for him to get the back seat re-upholstered. They didn’t really listen. Kurt had to drag them out of the SUV and into their hotel room. Santana drunkenly slurred a thank you to him and Brittany gave him a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek and he almost vomited. When Kurt finally left, Brittany pinned her now wife on the bed and grinned down at her. Santana pulled her down and their lips crashed together and Brittany giggled.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Rachel woke up to the muffled sound of her daughters crying, Quinn grumbled and roused at the same time. The brunette glanced over at her clock, it was five in the morning and she was grateful that at least they’d had a few good hours of sleep. There was a knock at the door and Rachel called out to let whoever it was know that she and Quinn were on their way.
“Hey babe,” Quinn yawned. “Sorry about last night, I was exhausted.”
“It’s okay,” Rachel said with a smile. She pulled Quinn in for a quick kiss and the blonde grinned. “We’ll find time, promise. It may be a few years…but we’ll find time. Right now, however, we have babies to change and feed.”
Quinn nodded and yawned and she and Rachel made their way to Rachel’s dads’ bedroom to go through their routine. Change, feed, burp, feed, burp, hand twins back to grandfathers, go back to bed. They dropped onto the mattress and Rachel snuggled into Quinn’s side. The blonde yawned when her wife kissed down her neck.
“I’m so sorry,” Quinn mumbled. “Promise I’ll make it up to you…later.”
Rachel placed one last kiss on Quinn’s neck and smiled a little. “Sleep, sweetheart. I love you.”
Quinn smiled and reached out to brush her fingertips against Rachel’s cheek. “Thank you, Rachel. For everything…you’re so amazing.”
Santana woke up to the sound of Brittany hurling. The Latina hauled herself out of bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom.
“B…” Santana groaned. “Babe, you okay?”
“Uh-huh.” Brittany heaved again.
“You’re gonna have to stop doing that.”
“Sorry,” Brittany mumbled and flushed the toilet. “Some way to start off a marriage, huh?”
“Nah.” Santana sat on the edge of the bathtub and Brittany leaned back against the counter. “From what I remember it started off pretty good on the way from the park to the hall…and in that back room.”
“I think we did it again in Kurt’s SUV but I don’t really remember all of it.”
“Ay dios mío, are you serious? I don’t remember anything after we started drinking. Kurt probably wants to kill us.”
Brittany shrugged. “Breakfast?”
Santana felt the blood leave her head at the thought of food and Brittany held her hair back while she took her turn emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
“You must really love me,” Santana said when Brittany wet down a washcloth and draped it over the back of her neck.
“I do,” Brittany said with a smile. “And I will forever.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Two days later Rachel and Quinn’s van was packed up and ready to go back to New York. They stopped off at Puck and Anna’s to say goodbye to Allie before going to Santana and Brittany’s hotel to meet them. They had a quick breakfast in the hotel restaurant before departing.
Santana got fed up after the second stop to feed and change the twins and so she and Brittany drove ahead to the city. The pair didn’t even bother hauling their luggage inside when they got to their apartment building, they just fell into bed wrapped up in each other.
“How’s it feel, S?” Brittany traced circles on Santana’s stomach and the Latina ran her fingers through Brittany’s hair as they lay together.
“Hm?”
“Being married. Do you feel different?”
“I like that we got second rings. It will leave an awesome mark if I ever have to bitchsmack someone.”
Brittany lifted her head and furrowed her eyebrows. “That’s not nice.”
Santana grinned and kissed her forehead. “Listen B, being with you whether we’re married or not, I’m happy. I guess it feels more official or something and I’m really glad we did it.”
“I like that now I won’t get confused when people ask what you are. Girlfriend doesn’t sound good enough. I like ‘wife’ better.”
“It does sound pretty good.”
“Love you, wife,” Brittany giggled.
“Love you too, babe.”
Quinn and Rachel both let out a relieved sigh when they finally got home late that night. They put the twins down in their bouncy seats while they unpacked everything then changed the babies into their pajamas and fed them their last meal before putting them down in their cribs and turning in themselves.
“I swear we’ll have the wedding night sometime,” Quinn groaned when Rachel crawled into bed with her.
“Even if you wanted to I don’t think I could,” Rachel sighed. “My back is killing me, I should’ve adjusted the van seat better.”
“Santana’s right, we really are old, aren’t we?”
“Of course not. We’re just…more settled. We have kids, she and Brittany are still…Yeah, we’re old.” Rachel reached over to her nightstand and turned on the baby monitor then rested her head on Quinn’s chest.
“I’m pretty okay with that, Mrs. Berry.”
“I’m pretty okay with that, too Mrs. Fabray.”
“That reminds me of my mother. Maybe I’ll get it changed.”
“Too complicated. I vote we talk about it later and sleep now.” Rachel waited for a response. “Quinn?”
The blonde’s eyes were closed and she snored lightly and Rachel snuggled closer and was lulled to sleep by the combined sounds of her wife and daughters' breathing.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Rachel and Quinn didn't get to have their wedding night until over a week after the ceremony due to Rachel being called back to her show earlier than planned because her understudy broke her wrist. Brittany and Santana were exhausted after they got back to their city life because Santana had piles of papers on her desk when she got back to work that forced her to work through lunch and late almost every night and Brittany started offering later classes for the summer. As a result the two couples didn't speak for over two weeks after they got back from Lima.
It was a Sunday evening, Rachel had just gotten home from her matinee show and she Quinn were settled on their couch with the twins watching Funny Girl since there was nothing else on TV and Rachel insisted that the girls needed to become familiar with Barbra Streisand as early as possible. Rachel’s phone buzzed on the coffee table and she smiled at Brittany's number and a picture of a duck (Brittany's doing) flashing on the screen.
“Hey Brittany!”
“Hey married person!” Brittany giggled. “Say hi, S!”
“Hey Berry.”
“Hello Santana! Hold on, let me put you on speaker.”
Rachel switched her phone to speaker and set it down on the coffee table.
“Hey guys!” Quinn said. “How’s it going?”
“It’s great!” Brittany squealed. “I love being married. Do you guys like it?”
“Quinn and I love it, too. Even though it did take over week for us to have a proper wedding night.”
“Rachel,” Quinn groaned. “They don’t want to hear about that.”
“She’s right, Berry, listen to your wife. B and I only want to hear about our sex life, not yours.”
“It’s perfectly fine to discuss sex with your…”
“Rachel, sweetie, it really isn’t. They don’t want to know,” Quinn said.
“Maybe we could give you guys some tips,” Brittany offered. “We’ve got it down. Just the other day we were at this pizza place for lunch and…”
“B!” Quinn gasped. “Rachel and I do not need tips, thank you. We’re just tired most of the time is all.”
“You should surprise her at work!”
Rachel grinned. “Maybe Brittany’s right, Quinn…my dressing room does have a couch-”
“Oh my God, will you guys please not talk about this?” Santana cut in. “B, they don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to hear about theirs.”
“So! S! How’s work?”
“Thank you, Q. Work is busy as hell. You’d think those idiots would know what to do when I’m gone but apparently not. I’ve only been there for a year and they’re completely useless without me. How are you guys?”
“Got a call from Allie yesterday,” Rachel answered. “Noah, in all of his infinite wisdom, took her hunting on one of his co-worker's property. She has now decided that she is going to be a vegetarian because he shot at a squirrel and she completely panicked. When she asked him why he did that and he proceeded to explain to her, in detail, where all forms of meat come from.”
“And she decided she wanted to protest the meat packing plant,” Quinn continued. “Thankfully Anna put a stop to that but Allie is still insisting on vegetarianism. And Olivia has been pushing up and lifting her head like a pro, Isabelle’s been focusing on absolutely everything. It’s so funny to see…”
“Wonderful,” Santana said. “You guys are old. Seriously. I’m buying you a stuffed something to suction to the inside of the van window that screams ‘soccer moms’.”
“We already have a stuffed Garfield,” Rachel said. “Isabelle absolutely loves to stare at him like she is studying him to draw him or something. It’s really…”
“Cute, right.”
“Oh come on, S!” Brittany squealed. “They are cute! Babies are cute! We need to go visit! Can we come visit?”
“Sure,” Quinn said. “Anytime, just let us know so we can make sure the house is at least presentable.”
Brittany squealed again and Santana rolled her eyes and grinned.
“We’ll see about this weekend, okay B? That work for you guys?”
“Sure, S. Just let us know.”
“Isabelle is starting to fuss,” Rachel said when the infant squirmed in her arms and let out a cry. “I think it’s time for their dinner. Quinn can you wrap this up and I’ll get your water bottle?”
“Okay babe, can you get her changed too?”
“God you guys are so old!”
“Shut up, S. We’ll talk to you later okay?”
“Sure thing. Seeya Q, bye Berry.”
“Have a good evening Santana, you too Brittany.”
“Bye guys! Bye babies! Auntie Brittany and Auntie Santana will come see you soon!”
Santana groaned.
“Bye guys,” Quinn said.
Neither couple’s lives changed drastically. They were the same couples; Quinn and Rachel had the same routine every day with babies and Rachel going to work and then more time with babies. Brittany and Santana were still spontaneous and Brittany tried to help Rachel and Quinn be more spontaneous which led to an extremely awkward situation in Rachel’s dressing room when three people walked in on Quinn “surprising” Rachel. Santana would never let them live it down. Their lives were generally unchanged by the addition of the piece of paper and the rings but they all agreed that it sounded pretty damn good to introduce each other with “this is my wife”.
Next: (Not Quite) Nine Months
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Songs:
You'll Be in My Heart by Phil Collins
I Love (Little Baby Ducks) by Tom T. Hall
As Long as You're Mine from Wicked
Pairings/Characters in this part: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn, Puck/Anna(OC), Kurt, Allison Fabray, Isabelle & Olivia Fabray-Berry, Rachel's dads, Brittany's parents, Santana's mother & brother, mentions the rest of New Directions
Rating: PG-13 all the way through for swears and mentions of sex
Length: ~2,800 for this part (13,700+ total)
Summary: When it is realized that neither Rachel and Quinn or Brittany and Santana are legally married Rachel and Santana secretly team up to rectify the situation.
Author's Note: See Part 1
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Once at the reception hall Rachel and Quinn settled Isabelle and Olivia in one of the back rooms away from the noise and crowds with the younger children of the other guests and the child care providers Rachel had screened and hired. Despite having hired professionals, Rachel and Quinn each snuck back to the room more than once throughout the evening to check on their girls and of course to go through their dinnertime routine.
Santana and Brittany were late getting into the reception hall because they pulled over in an empty parking lot to get a start on their wedding night. Santana sent a text to Quinn to tell her not to wait for them. The couple walked into the reception hall and they were met with a roar of cheers and smirks.
The loud dance music was shut off for the toasts. Puck was surprisingly sweet when he talked about the two couples and didn't swear or make any innuendos, Anna told Rachel that she threatened to withhold if he didn't keep it clean. Brittany's mother translated for her father since he kept drifting between Dutch and English. Rachel's fathers, in fabulous Berry fashion, had prepared and rehearsed a line-by-line monologue consisting entirely of quotes from Broadway musicals; Rachel grinned, knowing that they had probably been working on that since the day she was born. Santana's mother composed herself enough to talk about her late husband and how proud he would have been of this day and how much he would have loved the woman that stole his daughter's heart.
Given Quinn and Santana’s circumstances Rachel and the Latina both agreed that for the father/daughter, brother/sister, pseudo-father/daughter dance they would ditch anything like “Butterfly Kisses” and instead spent hours searching the internet and going through their iPods and finally settling upon “You'll Be in My Heart” for them to dance to. Santana danced with her brother, Brittany with her father, and Rachel and Quinn split their time with each of Rachel’s dads, and Puck stepped in on the last few seconds of Quinn’s dance.
Brittany’s eyes went wide and she gasped excitedly when after her dance with her father, “I Love”, the song she had listed in her scrapbook, started playing and Santana reached for her. The Latina grinned and reached up to kiss the blonde and pulled her in close, Brittany sang along happily.
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes when “As Long as You’re Mine” began immediately after and Rachel tugged her out to the empty floor.
“Of course,” the blonde said. “I should have expected nothing less.”
“Well it's not just because it's my favorite musical and it's a wonderful song,” Rachel said. She wrapped her arms up around Quinn's neck and the blonde slipped her arms around Rachel's waist and pulled her in close. “It was the first show we ever saw together, that is what makes it special and why I picked it. I almost thought about 'What is This Feeling?' but I wasn't sure if anyone else would see the humor.”
Quinn grinned and blinked back a few tears and dropped her head to kiss the brunette. Allie managed to get away from Puck to cut in on the dance, neither woman complained and they let her come in between them for the last bit of the song.
The night went off without a hitch until one of the sheets that was covering, of all things, a stuffed duck got caught on Artie's wheelchair and pulled down. Brittany freaked out, Santana tried to calm her down, Rachel and Puck scrambled to get the sheet back up but the damage had been done and the blonde was hysterical. It took Santana dragging her to a back room to do what Santana did best and to calm her down. By the time they returned to the main hall Brittany, messy hair and makeup slightly smeared, was all smiles again. Santana kept the bartender busy and demanded that she not see the bottoms of their glasses for the rest of the night in order to keep Brittany occupied.
When the night wrapped up Rachel and Quinn said their goodbyes to their friends and loaded the twins into the van. Quinn fell asleep on the five minute drive to Rachel's dads' house. The men insisted on keeping the twins in their room for the night and since Quinn was too tired to answer with anything but incoherent mumbling Rachel agreed to it and they moved the playpen across the hall to the master suite.
After getting Olivia and Isabelle changed and put to bed Rachel practically had to do the same with Quinn, changing her into her pajamas and tucking her into bed. She changed out of her own dress and into shorts and a t-shirt before snuggling up to and wrapping her arms around the blonde.
“I love you, Quinn,” Rachel sighed with a smile.
Quinn mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “I love you, too.” Rachel kissed the back of the blonde’s neck before drifting into sleep. There would be time for the wedding night later.
Santana and Brittany were too drunk to drive back to the hotel so Kurt offered to take them and later seriously regretted it. He obviously had no idea that when the pair was drunk together they wanted each other. A lot. Regardless of who was around. He had to yell at them to knock it off about every ten seconds and threatened Santana that she’d have to pay for him to get the back seat re-upholstered. They didn’t really listen. Kurt had to drag them out of the SUV and into their hotel room. Santana drunkenly slurred a thank you to him and Brittany gave him a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek and he almost vomited. When Kurt finally left, Brittany pinned her now wife on the bed and grinned down at her. Santana pulled her down and their lips crashed together and Brittany giggled.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Rachel woke up to the muffled sound of her daughters crying, Quinn grumbled and roused at the same time. The brunette glanced over at her clock, it was five in the morning and she was grateful that at least they’d had a few good hours of sleep. There was a knock at the door and Rachel called out to let whoever it was know that she and Quinn were on their way.
“Hey babe,” Quinn yawned. “Sorry about last night, I was exhausted.”
“It’s okay,” Rachel said with a smile. She pulled Quinn in for a quick kiss and the blonde grinned. “We’ll find time, promise. It may be a few years…but we’ll find time. Right now, however, we have babies to change and feed.”
Quinn nodded and yawned and she and Rachel made their way to Rachel’s dads’ bedroom to go through their routine. Change, feed, burp, feed, burp, hand twins back to grandfathers, go back to bed. They dropped onto the mattress and Rachel snuggled into Quinn’s side. The blonde yawned when her wife kissed down her neck.
“I’m so sorry,” Quinn mumbled. “Promise I’ll make it up to you…later.”
Rachel placed one last kiss on Quinn’s neck and smiled a little. “Sleep, sweetheart. I love you.”
Quinn smiled and reached out to brush her fingertips against Rachel’s cheek. “Thank you, Rachel. For everything…you’re so amazing.”
Santana woke up to the sound of Brittany hurling. The Latina hauled herself out of bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom.
“B…” Santana groaned. “Babe, you okay?”
“Uh-huh.” Brittany heaved again.
“You’re gonna have to stop doing that.”
“Sorry,” Brittany mumbled and flushed the toilet. “Some way to start off a marriage, huh?”
“Nah.” Santana sat on the edge of the bathtub and Brittany leaned back against the counter. “From what I remember it started off pretty good on the way from the park to the hall…and in that back room.”
“I think we did it again in Kurt’s SUV but I don’t really remember all of it.”
“Ay dios mío, are you serious? I don’t remember anything after we started drinking. Kurt probably wants to kill us.”
Brittany shrugged. “Breakfast?”
Santana felt the blood leave her head at the thought of food and Brittany held her hair back while she took her turn emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
“You must really love me,” Santana said when Brittany wet down a washcloth and draped it over the back of her neck.
“I do,” Brittany said with a smile. “And I will forever.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Two days later Rachel and Quinn’s van was packed up and ready to go back to New York. They stopped off at Puck and Anna’s to say goodbye to Allie before going to Santana and Brittany’s hotel to meet them. They had a quick breakfast in the hotel restaurant before departing.
Santana got fed up after the second stop to feed and change the twins and so she and Brittany drove ahead to the city. The pair didn’t even bother hauling their luggage inside when they got to their apartment building, they just fell into bed wrapped up in each other.
“How’s it feel, S?” Brittany traced circles on Santana’s stomach and the Latina ran her fingers through Brittany’s hair as they lay together.
“Hm?”
“Being married. Do you feel different?”
“I like that we got second rings. It will leave an awesome mark if I ever have to bitchsmack someone.”
Brittany lifted her head and furrowed her eyebrows. “That’s not nice.”
Santana grinned and kissed her forehead. “Listen B, being with you whether we’re married or not, I’m happy. I guess it feels more official or something and I’m really glad we did it.”
“I like that now I won’t get confused when people ask what you are. Girlfriend doesn’t sound good enough. I like ‘wife’ better.”
“It does sound pretty good.”
“Love you, wife,” Brittany giggled.
“Love you too, babe.”
Quinn and Rachel both let out a relieved sigh when they finally got home late that night. They put the twins down in their bouncy seats while they unpacked everything then changed the babies into their pajamas and fed them their last meal before putting them down in their cribs and turning in themselves.
“I swear we’ll have the wedding night sometime,” Quinn groaned when Rachel crawled into bed with her.
“Even if you wanted to I don’t think I could,” Rachel sighed. “My back is killing me, I should’ve adjusted the van seat better.”
“Santana’s right, we really are old, aren’t we?”
“Of course not. We’re just…more settled. We have kids, she and Brittany are still…Yeah, we’re old.” Rachel reached over to her nightstand and turned on the baby monitor then rested her head on Quinn’s chest.
“I’m pretty okay with that, Mrs. Berry.”
“I’m pretty okay with that, too Mrs. Fabray.”
“That reminds me of my mother. Maybe I’ll get it changed.”
“Too complicated. I vote we talk about it later and sleep now.” Rachel waited for a response. “Quinn?”
The blonde’s eyes were closed and she snored lightly and Rachel snuggled closer and was lulled to sleep by the combined sounds of her wife and daughters' breathing.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Rachel and Quinn didn't get to have their wedding night until over a week after the ceremony due to Rachel being called back to her show earlier than planned because her understudy broke her wrist. Brittany and Santana were exhausted after they got back to their city life because Santana had piles of papers on her desk when she got back to work that forced her to work through lunch and late almost every night and Brittany started offering later classes for the summer. As a result the two couples didn't speak for over two weeks after they got back from Lima.
It was a Sunday evening, Rachel had just gotten home from her matinee show and she Quinn were settled on their couch with the twins watching Funny Girl since there was nothing else on TV and Rachel insisted that the girls needed to become familiar with Barbra Streisand as early as possible. Rachel’s phone buzzed on the coffee table and she smiled at Brittany's number and a picture of a duck (Brittany's doing) flashing on the screen.
“Hey Brittany!”
“Hey married person!” Brittany giggled. “Say hi, S!”
“Hey Berry.”
“Hello Santana! Hold on, let me put you on speaker.”
Rachel switched her phone to speaker and set it down on the coffee table.
“Hey guys!” Quinn said. “How’s it going?”
“It’s great!” Brittany squealed. “I love being married. Do you guys like it?”
“Quinn and I love it, too. Even though it did take over week for us to have a proper wedding night.”
“Rachel,” Quinn groaned. “They don’t want to hear about that.”
“She’s right, Berry, listen to your wife. B and I only want to hear about our sex life, not yours.”
“It’s perfectly fine to discuss sex with your…”
“Rachel, sweetie, it really isn’t. They don’t want to know,” Quinn said.
“Maybe we could give you guys some tips,” Brittany offered. “We’ve got it down. Just the other day we were at this pizza place for lunch and…”
“B!” Quinn gasped. “Rachel and I do not need tips, thank you. We’re just tired most of the time is all.”
“You should surprise her at work!”
Rachel grinned. “Maybe Brittany’s right, Quinn…my dressing room does have a couch-”
“Oh my God, will you guys please not talk about this?” Santana cut in. “B, they don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to hear about theirs.”
“So! S! How’s work?”
“Thank you, Q. Work is busy as hell. You’d think those idiots would know what to do when I’m gone but apparently not. I’ve only been there for a year and they’re completely useless without me. How are you guys?”
“Got a call from Allie yesterday,” Rachel answered. “Noah, in all of his infinite wisdom, took her hunting on one of his co-worker's property. She has now decided that she is going to be a vegetarian because he shot at a squirrel and she completely panicked. When she asked him why he did that and he proceeded to explain to her, in detail, where all forms of meat come from.”
“And she decided she wanted to protest the meat packing plant,” Quinn continued. “Thankfully Anna put a stop to that but Allie is still insisting on vegetarianism. And Olivia has been pushing up and lifting her head like a pro, Isabelle’s been focusing on absolutely everything. It’s so funny to see…”
“Wonderful,” Santana said. “You guys are old. Seriously. I’m buying you a stuffed something to suction to the inside of the van window that screams ‘soccer moms’.”
“We already have a stuffed Garfield,” Rachel said. “Isabelle absolutely loves to stare at him like she is studying him to draw him or something. It’s really…”
“Cute, right.”
“Oh come on, S!” Brittany squealed. “They are cute! Babies are cute! We need to go visit! Can we come visit?”
“Sure,” Quinn said. “Anytime, just let us know so we can make sure the house is at least presentable.”
Brittany squealed again and Santana rolled her eyes and grinned.
“We’ll see about this weekend, okay B? That work for you guys?”
“Sure, S. Just let us know.”
“Isabelle is starting to fuss,” Rachel said when the infant squirmed in her arms and let out a cry. “I think it’s time for their dinner. Quinn can you wrap this up and I’ll get your water bottle?”
“Okay babe, can you get her changed too?”
“God you guys are so old!”
“Shut up, S. We’ll talk to you later okay?”
“Sure thing. Seeya Q, bye Berry.”
“Have a good evening Santana, you too Brittany.”
“Bye guys! Bye babies! Auntie Brittany and Auntie Santana will come see you soon!”
Santana groaned.
“Bye guys,” Quinn said.
Neither couple’s lives changed drastically. They were the same couples; Quinn and Rachel had the same routine every day with babies and Rachel going to work and then more time with babies. Brittany and Santana were still spontaneous and Brittany tried to help Rachel and Quinn be more spontaneous which led to an extremely awkward situation in Rachel’s dressing room when three people walked in on Quinn “surprising” Rachel. Santana would never let them live it down. Their lives were generally unchanged by the addition of the piece of paper and the rings but they all agreed that it sounded pretty damn good to introduce each other with “this is my wife”.
Next: (Not Quite) Nine Months
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Songs:
You'll Be in My Heart by Phil Collins
I Love (Little Baby Ducks) by Tom T. Hall
As Long as You're Mine from Wicked