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A/N: Life isn't always bright and breezy, sometimes people screw up and it all goes to shit...
Puck glanced over to the sidelines, to the moms who were waiting patiently for their own darling child to be done with soccer practice. He blew his whistle to call the kids over to him. "Good job, guys," he praised and then high-fived each of his charges. "See you on Saturday, right?" he added and watched each head nod. "Don't forget to remind your parents that it's the big game on Saturday, we need all the support we can get, right guys?"
"Yesssss," fifteen seven- and eight-year-olds shouted back gleefully.
"Cool," Puck responded with a grin. "Beat it," he grinned at the kids, shooing them away with his hands. "Charlie, wait a sec," he called to one dark blonde haired tyke. Puck waited till all the other kids had melted away. "How's your mom doing?" Puck asked the boy.
"She's ok," Charlie sighed and then glanced over at his mom, his big sister, his little brother and his baby sister. "She cries sometimes when she thinks no one is listening, but she pretends she's ok," he explained.
"Tell her I'll call in and see her tonight, ok?" Puck requested, Charlie nodded and then ran away to his family.
Beth grumbled at Charlie and Josh as they 'helped' to clear the kitchen after dinner. "Just wipe the table, dumbass," Beth grouched as Charlie flicked Josh with the damp cloth instead of doing the job he'd been given.
"I'm telling mom you called Charlie a bad name," Josh exclaimed, he was wide-eyed, scandalised that Beth had said the word 'ass'.
"Oh, tell her, you little freak," Beth hissed and growled into Josh's face. Ever since her dad had left, Beth had felt angry at everything and everybody and she took it out on the kids. "Make her cry some more, why don't you?"
"Hey, guys," Puck called, he opened the back door at the same time as he knocked on it, it seemed a little weird to be knocking on his own back door, his former back door, now it belonged to Quinn and the kids because he didn't live here anymore. "Where's your mom?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.
"She's in the lounge," Beth replied and gave Puck a look of disgust, she blamed him totally, it was all his fault, he was the one who left, he was the one who had let them all down. Grandpa Fabray was right, her dad was an asshole who couldn't keep his pants zipped.
Puck made his way through to the lounge to where Quinn was trying to settle the baby for her last feed of the day. "Lily, please," Quinn sighed, she felt so tearful today, probably because she'd watched Puck with Charlie, watched the way that Beth had deliberately, pointedly, ignored Puck, watched how Josh had eaten his dad up with desperate, hungry eyes, watched how the little boy had kicked his leg in time with the older kids on the field, Josh couldn't wait to be old enough to join the team. "Oh, I didn't know you were there," she said as she started in surprise, she hadn't expected to see her estranged husband standing in the doorway.
"Hey," Puck murmured, he couldn't look at Quinn, couldn't meet her eyes, he gazed off towards the TV instead.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, she had to do something to break the silence.
"We have stuff to talk about, things that need to be sorted out," Puck reminded his wife, he chanced a look at her, she looked amazing, she always did when she was feeding a child, he'd always loved to watch her do that, ever since they were sixteen years old and Beth was newborn. Puck gulped and felt the sensation shiver through his body, he knew it was weird, he knew it was a little bit freaky, but he had always been turned on by the vision of Quinn with her breast bared and a child suckling from her. It turned him on even more when it was his lips wrapped around her nipple, taking nourishment for the sexual pleasure of it. It turned Quinn on too.
"Can it wait until I've got Lily to bed?" Quinn asked, she had been dreading this, this division of everything, she knew that's what Puck wanted to do, and she didn't know if that was all that was left, she didn't know if there was anything left for them to work on. Quinn felt drained. Emotional and drained.
"Sure," Puck replied with a shrug. "Do you want me to supervise the boys for a while?" he asked, with a backwards nod of his head towards the shouts and screams coming from the kitchen.
"Sure," Quinn answered. Yes, if Puck wanted to try to get the boys to listen to him, get them to help Beth out just a little, get them to take a bath and tidy their room, crack on, have at it, father of the freakin' year. "Forgiveness is everything, forgiveness is everything," Quinn muttered to herself as Lily finally stopped fussing and started to take her supper. Lily's eyelids fluttered shut as she drank herself to sleep.
"I'm going to my room," Beth stated, her voice and her demeanor were angry, teenager type angry, mad-at-the-world-especially-my-dad type angry.
"Is that because I came in?" Puck asked outright, the look he received from his seventeen-year-old daughter almost cut him off at the knees. "I'll take that as a big fat yes," he muttered to himself as Beth flounced from the kitchen in the direction of the stairs.
"Beth says she hates you and you are a bad daddy," Josh told Puck in all innocence. "I don't think you're a bad daddy, I think you're cool," he said with a grin.
"Thanks, dude," Puck replied and hunkered down to receive a hug from his youngest son. "Glad someone still likes me," he teased.
"I still like you too, dad," Charlie exclaimed, he didn't want his dad to think he hated him like Beth did. "Beth's an idiot and she's got a boyfriend," he informed Puck.
"Beth's a poo poo face," Josh chimed in, both boys giggled.
"Beth's a poo poo face with a poo poo boyfriend," Charlie shrieked, not to be outdone by his younger brother.
"Now, boys, stop that, please don't talk about your sister like that," Puck requested. "She's just upset that life isn't going exactly how she thought it would, me and your mom splitting up is a lot to deal with, and don't forget, Beth helps out with you guys all the time, she does a lot to help your mom, maybe you guys could help them both out a little, what do you say?" he suggested. Puck glanced around the kitchen, it seemed that Beth had done a good job of returning order to the room after dinner, Quinn must be incredibly grateful for the help that their eldest child was giving to her. Then the guilt set in, he should be there supporting Quinn, their kids shouldn't have to be doing it and none of them should be playing piggy-in-the-middle, they really had to sort this out, solve their problems, if they could.
"She settled?" Puck whispered from the doorway of the nursery.
Quinn turned to glance over her shoulder. "Yes, she probably won't wake up till six, six-thirty tomorrow morning," she murmured as she tucked the light blankets around her sleeping baby. "She's a good sleeper, like Beth was, not like the boys, thank God," she added, throwing in the information, though she wasn't exactly sure why, if Puck was truly interested in the baby, he wouldn't have left when she was born.
"Can we talk?" Puck asked and shifted slightly, his shoulder was against the door frame, his hands were in his back pockets, he was subconsciously trying to be as unintimidating as possible.
"Sure, are the boys in their room?" Quinn responded.
"They're watching a DVD," Puck replied with a nod and stepped back for Quinn to pass him into the hallway. "Beth's downstairs in the den, she seems to be in a bit of a funk with me," he muttered.
"Yeah, my dad's been filling her head with details of you being the bad guy," Quinn explained. "I'm sorry about that, I've tried to talk to him about it and I've tried to talk to Beth but she isn't hearing me yet, she will do, eventually, but not just yet," she added apologetically.
"Your dad would make me out to be the bad guy," Puck murmured as he followed Quinn into their - her - bedroom. "Is it alright to be in here?" he asked a touch nervously. "I mean, I don't..."
"Puck, it's fine," Quinn said quickly, she turned and placed her hand flat on Puck's chest, she shivered, she missed him so damn much, but she didn't really want to go there again...did she? "This is still your room, still your house," she assured him, she licked her lips and looked up at him.
Puck wasn't oblivious to Quinn either, he couldn't lift his eyes from her heaving chest, his mouth watered as he thought of her boobs, of the bounty below her blouse. Quinn twitched towards him, rocked on the balls of her feet, she couldn't help it, her body was drawn to him, it had been for the past twenty years, a few months apart couldn't alter that. "Oh, God," Puck sighed just before their lips crashed together, and in that instant he was lost once more.
Quinn sobbed as she squished into him, felt his hard body against her softer one, felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, just as his hands covered and squeezed her boobs, he'd always been a boob man. "Yes," Quinn hissed in reply to Puck's unasked question, yes he could have her boobs, yes he could suckle them, yes he could drink from them, yes he could do everything else that had always followed. Yes he could love her, yes she could love him...but would there be any forgiveness?
"No, no condom," Quinn groaned and gripped Puck's rock hard dick so tight that he couldn't escape. "Just you and me," she sighed as Puck took her at her word and thrust deep inside her. "Oh, God," she cried, she had missed this, missed the closeness, the fullness, missed him.
Puck didn't think he could bear it if she suddenly changed her mind, he needed this with her. "Oh," he sighed, he thrust deep, pressed her hard into the mattress, pressed himself so tight between her thighs that he knew he would be imprinted on her...he was damn certain that she was imprinted on him. For life. Despite everything.
"Oh, for God's sake," Beth grumbled to herself as she passed by on her way to the bathroom, she knew exactly what was happening in her mom's room, it was what happened in Kris's room every time she went over to her boyfriend's house when his parents were out, it had happened in her room a couple of times too, not that she'd ever admit that to her mom or dad, her aunt Becca knew, but she'd never tell anyone. "Will she never learn?" Beth demanded silently, she was disappointed in her mother, disgusted in her father...and fearful for the future.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy," Josh cried happily when he finally found his parents, asleep in their bedroom. "I'm so happy that you're home," he sighed dramatically, and launched himself onto the huge, comfortable bed, the bed that had been his parents' marriage bed.
"S'up tiger?" Puck mumbled as he stretched. Shit, he hadn't meant to fall asleep, he was damn sure that Quinn hadn't meant to either, and now Josh had found them together in bed, naked, not that Josh knew they were naked, at least Puck hoped he didn't know. Puck nudged Quinn covertly under the comforter. "Hey," he called quietly, "look who found us," he grinned, although his eyes were quite frantic rather than peaceful.
"Hi, sweetie," Quinn said brightly and made sure the comforter was tucked tightly around her. "Me and daddy were just talking," she lied without a shred of guilt.
"Were you talking about daddy coming home?" Josh asked hopefully.
"We were talking about the future," Puck responded carefully, he didn't want to get anyone's hopes up before they'd actually talked. "Can you give us a minute?" he asked the little boy. "Go find Beth and Charlie, me and your mom just need to talk a bit more, so give us some time and then I'll see you before I go, alright?" he suggested.
"Fine," Josh mumbled despondently, he walked to the door, his entire body language screamed SAD, Puck felt sorry for the little guy, none of this was his fault, it wasn't any of the kids' fault, it was his and Quinn's fault. Puck and Quinn watched their youngest son leave the bedroom.
"We do have to talk," Quinn agreed, she turned on her side and looked Puck in the eye. "I'm sorry," she whispered tearfully, "I don't know what else to say, I can't take it back, I can't change anything, I can only apologise," she finished lamely.
"I know that you can't," Puck agreed, "and it's taken me a while to be able to think about it without losing my mind," he explained. "I still don't get how you could have done that to us, I mean, I know when we were younger you always thought I was doing that to you, but I never have, I've never been unfaithful to you, not in twenty years," he said sadly, and it still cut to the very heart of him that Quinn had slept with someone else. It hurt him even more that he didn't know if Lily was his daughter or the other man's. Puck wasn't totally sure he could bear to find out...and that was the stumbling block. For both of them.
"What can I do? How can I make it up to you?" Quinn asked quietly, she so desperately wanted to reach out and touch him again, but she knew that wasn't the right thing to do right now, not right now, not when she could see all that hurt in his eyes. "I can't say sorry too many times, I know that, and I know my dad thinks it was you who did the dirty on me, but that's because he thinks all men think with their pants since his tattooed freaky guy did the dirty on him, mom told him he should never trust a guy with a woman's name tattooed on his dick," she muttered. "And I know that Beth blames you, she's been listening to my dad, I keep trying to talk to her about it, but I don't know how much to tell her, I just, I...I don't know," she sighed and looked at Puck with tear filled eyes.
"I think we should be open with her," Puck stated, his tone was slightly challenging, "she's old enough, she'll understand," he almost dared Quinn to refuse.
"You're right, I should admit the truth to her," Quinn replied with a nervous gulp. "Puck, I really want you to come home, please come home, I can't live without you," she whispered just before the tears fell. And Quinn really didn't want to live without him, the last three months had taught her that.
"I think I need us to do the paternity test," Puck said, he knew, in a moment of clarity, despite what the results might be, he knew that he had to know, was Lily his daughter, or was she Sam's?
"Ok, we'll do the test," Quinn agreed. Puck hugged her close, he felt nervous now that they had decided, he knew he couldn't hide from the truth anymore, he knew he had to suck it up, take it like a man. And he also knew that if Lily turned out to be Sam Evans' daughter, he would kill Sam. Cheerfully. "Will you stay tonight?" Quinn asked in a shivering voice. "Please stay, please, please, please stay," she silently begged.
"If you'll let me," Puck answered, and tightened his hold on Quinn. He wanted to stay, he really did, he hated living in that ridiculous efficiency apartment, but it would have been even worse to have gone back home to his mom.
"Let's go talk to the kids," Quinn said, and hauled herself out of bed to get dressed.
"Wait," Puck called quietly, Quinn turned to look over her shoulder at him. "Is there any chance we could have gotten pregnant tonight?" he asked with a nervous swallow, his eyes drifted to her naked ass.
"Every chance," Quinn answered, and then waltz off to the bathroom with a swing in her step. Puck wondered why he didn't feel devastated.
"...so, I'm going to stay here tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll take you guys to school," Puck explained to Josh and Charlie. "Beth will drive herself as usual," he added with a nod to his sulking daughter, "and your mom will stay here and take care of Lily," he finished and then let his hand slide along Quinn's knee, she could feel exactly how much Puck was trembling.
"Will you bring all your clothes home tomorrow, dad?" Charlie asked quietly, he was much more aware than Josh that things weren't normal.
"Yes, tomorrow, after I've dropped you guys at school, I'll go pack up my stuff and move it home," Puck agreed with a nod. He was coming home no matter what, they'd have to deal with the paternity results when they happened.
"Great," Beth muttered sarcastically.
"Ok, so, night boys, up you go to bed, I'll be in to tuck you in soon, I just want to have a word with Beth first," Puck instructed. Both boys came forward to kiss both Quinn and Puck. Charlie was less pleased at being practically sent to bed at the same time as Josh, and he was barely older than a baby!
"Beth, wait a minute," Quinn said hurriedly as Beth tried to slink away too.
Beth came and sat down again and stared at her parents indolently, she knew what she would rather be doing, she'd rather be on facetime with her boyfriend, talking dirty with him, showing him her body parts, seeing his body parts, both of them giving themselves relief for the pleasure of the other. Good job her dad didn't know about her boyfriend. Unless one of her dweeb brothers had told him. "Crap, that's what this is about, Charlie grassed us up," she deduced silently. "Well, I don't give a shit, I'm freakin' older than you two were when you had me, so you can't tell me I can't have sex if i want to, you were obviously doing it," she thought, her stare became quite mutinous.
"Ok, so, now that your brothers are out of the way, it's time you knew the real reason I left," Puck announced when the door closed behind Charlie. "And you can take that look off your face, I am sick to death of being painted as the bad guy here," he said without taking a breath.
"I know why mom kicked you out," Beth put in, she sounded like a sulky, know-it-all toddler. "She kicked you out because you had an affair, grandpops told me months ago," she announced.
"It wasn't your dad who had an affair," Quinn admitted and then gulped, she bit her lip and then raised her eyes to look at her daughter. "It was me," she said, as every ounce of breath left her body.
"Wait, what?" Beth demanded, she bounced out of her seat, she was scandalised beyond measure. Things like that didn't happen in her family, it was men who were the unfaithful assholes, not women! Jeez, her grandma Judy had remained faithful to her marriage vows even after her husband had left her for another man! No, her mother must be lying to protect her dad. Beth looked at Quinn for the truth. She found it in her mother's eyes. "Oh. My. God," Beth breathed, as she slowly sank back down into the large rocking chair. "You really cheated on dad?" she asked. Quinn nodded, Puck looked nearly devastated. "And you didn't? Ever?" she demanded of her dad.
"Not ever," Puck replied. "Not even now while we've been separated," he added and then looked at Quinn. "I couldn't, I've never wanted anyone else, not since we were kids," he assured her, with a little shrug. He might as well admit the truth.
"When?" Beth barked at Quinn.
"Doesn't matter when," Puck said and shook his head to discourage Beth from asking that question.
"Who with?" Beth asked, intrigued and slightly disgusted at her mom. And sympathetic towards her dad for the first time in like forever!
"Doesn't matter either," Puck replied and shook his head again.
"But why did it happen?" Beth almost begged the question. She needed some answers and so far she wasn't getting them.
"Remember when me and your dad were arguing a lot?" Quinn sighed. "He wanted a vasectomy and I kept saying that I wasn't done having kids yet?" she asked, Beth nodded, yep, she did remember that, the loud, screaming, rather graphic rows and then all of a sudden her mom popped up pregnant with Lily. Quinn nodded along with her daughter. "Yes, well, I bumped into an old school friend, I was feeling rather let down and angry at your dad and so we had a couple of drinks, one thing led to another and hey, it happened," she said rather dismissively. "I don't know what else to tell you, except that it only happened that one time and never, ever again would I ever jeopardise our family for a few moments of comfort that turned out not to be the comfort that I craved," she admitted shakily.
Beth processed the information for a few moments. And then a thought struck her, she gasped. "And then you found you were pregnant with Lily," she exclaimed. Both Puck and Quinn nodded. "So who is her father?" she demanded, scandalised all over again that this could happen in her nice, normal family. She was outraged on her father's behalf, Beth's loyalties had done a complete three-sixty!
"That's the hardest part," Quinn replied quietly. "The simple answer is, we don't know," she admitted.
"And the harder answer is, I'm scared to find out," Puck added. "I think I want to know for sure but then if we do the test and it turns out I'm not her father, will it affect how I feel about her?" he asked the question rhetorically.
Beth stayed quiet for a few moments while she thought it all out. God, she never thought her mom and dad would come to her like this, it was like a family counselling session, but the one thing she could take from it was that her dad was still trying to protect her mom from hurt, he was still stepping up, being a man about it, even putting his body slightly in front of her mom as if to shield her. Beth loved her psychology class, it gave her an insight into lots of things, lots of issues. "Have you noticed Lily's eyes? The shape of them?" Beth asked suddenly, she bounced out of her seat to grab the close up of the smiling baby. "Look at her eyes and then look at mine, look at Charlie's and Josh's," she instructed. "Look at her, look at the way her eyebrows do the one arched one straight thing," she demanded, and thrust the photograph into her dad's hands. "Look at her chin, her nostrils," she pointed out. "Out of the four of us, she's the only one who looks just like you," she cried rather desperately at her dad.
"My God," Puck sighed as he studied the photograph in his hands. She was right, Beth was right! Lily was his absolute double! Even her hair had the slight hint of a mohawk going on, like he'd had when he was a baby, why hadn't he seen this before? Maybe because it hurt too much to look at the pictures of the child that could have been the product of Quinn's adultery. "Screw the test, we don't need to know," he decided, he looked at Quinn with hope in his eyes.
Quinn nodded, she couldn't speak, it was the first time she'd noticed the similarities too. Now that she looked closely, the pictures of Lily could have been pictures of Becca, Puck's sister. Quinn felt relief flood through her, she knew now, she just knew that they would be able to work things out.
"So you're coming home?" Beth asked quietly, she needed to be sure.
Puck nodded. "I'm coming home," he repeated Beth's words softly.
"I take it you'll be going upstairs in about ten minutes," Beth muttered and raised an eyebrow at her parents. Quinn blushed, Puck had to lower his head to hide his smile. "Cool, but can you keep the noise down at least?" she requested. "I have homework to do," she explained.
"We'll try and be mindful of your sensitive hearing," Puck teased.
"Oh God, I'm going to get another brother or sister out of this aren't I?" Beth sighed. "You know it gets a bit embarrassing when your mother is pregnant, don't you?" she asked sternly.
"How can it be embarrassing?" Puck demanded with a huge grin. "It's perfectly natural, everybody does it," he told Beth and smiled widely at her mortification. "How the hell do you think you got here?" he demanded.
"I was delivered by the stork onto a bed of rose petals," Beth stated the old family favourite, the answer for when one of the kids asked how babies got here. "Go," she stated dramatically, "go, be young and fruitful," she declared, pointing in the direction of the stairs. "I'll lock up down here, make sure everything is ship-shape," she insisted. Puck and Quinn didn't need telling twice.
Puck's tongue quivered with anticipation just an instant before it touched Quinn's nipple. He tasted the first drop of milk as it dripped, he growled as he pounced to suckle, his hands were gripped on her hips, one leg was between her thighs as he pressed Quinn back onto the bed. "Delicious," he groaned into her flesh, he slid to lie beside her, one arm thrust under her shoulders, the other hand sought the heat between her legs. "Open for me," he whispered, Quinn obeyed without question, her breath stalled in her throat as Puck snagged her other nipple in his mouth and sucked.
"Mmmm," Quinn sighed as Puck thrust two fingers up inside her. She loved this, she could never resist this, not since they were fifteen years old, not since that very first time he had touched her, not since he had begged her to touch him, she had been lost, she had been his. Quinn's hips twitched towards him, his fingers dug deeper, found her internal hot spot, Quinn almost died. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't argh," she hissed and then screamed as her pleasure drenched his hand.
"Tell me how you want it," Puck growled into Quinn's chest, his own excitement levels were building to exploding point, to beyond exploding point. "Hard?" he demanded, Quinn nodded breathlessly. "You want it hard?" he demanded again, he sounded angry, intense, but Quinn knew it was just the excitement talking, she nodded again, Puck climbed on top of her and thrust deep, thrust hard.
Puck sucked in a breath the instant his flesh joined with Quinn's. They must have done this a thousand times, a million times, over the years, but God, he never tired of that sensation, of that feeling when his dick penetrated her willing body. Puck grunted with each thrust into her, he pressed deep, held position. Quinn's feet, seemingly without instruction from her brain, dug into Puck's ass, pressed him even deeper inside her, so close that his hip bones poked into her, she refused to apologise, this was exactly where she needed her husband to be, in bed with her, in her.
Puck suddenly pushed back, he shot up onto his knees and slid down the bed. "I haven't tasted you in so long," he sighed as he sank, face first, into the v created by her widespread thighs. "Mmmm," he moaned, the vibrations almost sent Quinn over the edge. Quinn cried out in absolute ecstasy, she pushed up from the pillows to look down her body, Puck was looking up at her, daring her to lose control.
Puck lapped and sucked, teased and tormented Quinn's most sensitive flesh. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and pushed up from the bed. Puck's eyes went to her nipples, he smiled when he saw Quinn absently tweaking and fingering the distended nubs, he licked his lips in anticipation at the tiny trickle of milk from them. Puck moaned happily as he moved towards Quinn's nipples, his mouth open to capture one of them, his fingers were still playing her clit like a Fender Stratocaster. Quinn thrust her fist into her mouth to deaden the scream, the sensation was too much, it was all too much, she was about to come apart, she was about to come. And then some.
"Hey," Beth murmured when Kris answered her call. "Were you asleep?" she asked.
"Nope," Kris replied as he stretched, "I was waiting for you to call," he added. "So? Can I sneak over tonight?" he asked with his trademark pout and sad, puppy dog eyes.
"My dad's here, he's moving back home," Beth answered with a sort of twisted smile, her nose was wrinkled up as though she was complaining, but really, she wasn't, she'd missed her dad.
"Fuck," Kris sighed. "Did you tell him about me yet?" he asked.
"Nope," Beth replied, and looked towards her door. "Maybe you could come home from school with me tomorrow?" she suggested, it might be a good idea to introduce her dad to her boyfriend when her nana was around. "Nana always comes over on Fridays before temple," she pondered aloud. "Nana always makes him be nice to people, especially on the Sabbath," she explained.
"If you think that's best," Kris agreed. "I sent you some pictures, by the way," he told Beth, he sounded quite teasing. "This is what happens when I don't get to see you all evening after you've left your underwear at my house," he murmured before he ended the call.
"Perv," Beth giggled to herself as she scrolled through pictures of Kris jerking himself off, with a pair of her underwear wrapped around his dick. "Wow," she sighed as the final picture showed the huge pool of semen that he'd just dumped among the silk and lace, "there's no wonder I can't always swallow it," she noted to herself.
"In me, come in me," Quinn begged, and twitched her hips up towards Puck's straining dick. "Please, please, please," she begged breathlessly, she needed to be filled by him one more time.
"Gnuh," Puck grunted loudly, as he thrust deep, so deep inside her. Puck rammed in so hard that the breath shot out of Quinn's lungs in, he held position, they were tight, tight together. "I never want to be apart from you again," he sighed into her ear. "Not ever."
"I don't want to either," Quinn whispered tearfully, and wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, her feet hooked into his thighs too, Quinn felt the instant that Puck unloaded into her, felt her own body's quivering reaction, felt his body relax. Neither of them moved. "We have to do the test," she murmured after a long silence. Puck lifted his head to look into her eyes. "Then there can be no doubt," she added with a tiny shrug, then she could tell Sam to stop bothering her, stop calling her, stop begging to see 'his' daughter, now she could find the strength to do the test, now that she knew that Puck was with her all the way, regardless of outcome. "Only because she looks like him," a tiny voice sounded in her head. Maybe it was, maybe that was it, that was where she'd found the courage from, she didn't care, for now, all she knew was that her husband was home, where he belonged.
"Morning," Puck murmured into the back of Quinn's neck. He stretched his body out behind her, his hips automatically came forward, his morning erection brushed against her naked ass.
"Morning," Quinn murmured back with a smile on her face. Lily hadn't yet stirred, there could possibly be time. Quinn shifted her hips a bit, she managed to capture Puck's dick between her thighs. "Mmmm," she moaned as he snorted, it was almost a laugh, and thrust up so that he was buried deep inside her, just where she wanted him.
"Nice," Puck groaned, he didn't even try to hold back the grin, the look of victory on his face. "Very...fucking...nice," he sighed tightly as Quinn thrust her hand between her thighs and grabbed his balls. Quinn squeezed, gently though, she squeezed gently, and scraped her long fingernails on his sensitive skin. "Nuts," Puck managed to utter, just before he shot her full of his first ejaculation of the day. At least, he hoped it was just the first and not the only one. "You didn't come yet," he grumbled slightly as Quinn drew away from him.
"I know," Quinn replied, "but my boobs tell me that Lily needs to be awake in the next five minutes or so, otherwise you're going to get a milk shower," she explained, "and you know that always happens faster for me when I'm in the middle of an orgasm," she smiled. Quinn hopped out of bed, she turned and leaned over to smack a big kiss on Puck's lips. "Don't even think about it," she warned as he reached for one of her swollen boobs.
"I don't mind the shower," Puck muttered as he leaned up to capture one weeping nipple, she was seconds, just seconds, away from her prediction coming true. And it turned Puck on like you wouldn't believe. The beginnings of a wail came from the monitor on the nightstand, both Puck and Quinn looked at Quinn's boobs. "Thar she blows," Puck teased as the automatic reaction to her baby's cries flooded Quinn's already engorged boobs. "Lucky Lily," he murmured as Quinn snatched up her robe to hurry to feed her daughter.
"Hey, baby," Quinn murmured as she picked up the sniveling child. "Are you ready for breakfast?" she asked quietly, she changed her diaper and then made them both comfortable in the nursing chair, settling both herself and her daughter. "There we go," she whispered as Lily latched on and began to suckle. "Mmm," she sighed a while later, she loved the relief of her breast being emptied. "Ready for the other side?" she suggested. "You are hungry this morning, just like daddy," she snickered.
"Hey, daddy is hungry for that any time of the day," Puck countered from the doorway. He grinned at Quinn and glanced back to make sure that none of the other kids had woken up yet, it didn't seem like they had. Puck sauntered over to the chair and leaned over, his hands on the arms, trapping Quinn in place. He lowered his head and kissed Quinn deeply, Lily suckled on, oblivious to the romance that was blossoming between her parents. "May I?" Puck requested with a nod towards her bared breast.
"Be my guest," Quinn murmured, she shifted Lily just a touch to renew her waning interest in her food. Quinn sucked in a breath as Puck's lips wrapped around her nipple, his hand cupped and squeezed her breast, sucked the remnants that Lily had left. Quinn felt the tingle start way down deep in her stomach, felt the hot flood to her groin, she was only a few sucks, maybe a stroke or two on her clit, away from screaming out her pleasure, sleeping babe at her breast or not. Quinn wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to put Lily back in her crib, she wanted to drag Puck into the shower and suck his dick, she wanted to turn around, thrust her ass out to him and beg him to take her like that, bent over the nursing chair, she wanted to jump on him and fuck him, fuck his brains out...but she couldn't utter a word, she was too far gone to be able to make a coherent sound.
Puck's hand trailed down Quinn's body, blindly he sought to find the gap in her robe, she shifted slightly in the chair, gave him a little room to work. Puck smiled, even as he worked her nipple with his tongue, this was hot, seriously hot, his shorts were a millimeter away from busting at the seams, if his dick got any harder, his shorts were history. "She's asleep," he whispered with a glance up into Quinn's eyes.
"Let me put her back in her crib," Quinn whispered back, although she made no move to get up. Puck stood upright, his erection was just about face level for Quinn, she groaned and licked her lips, she knew exactly what she was going to do with that. Quinn stood up and placed the baby gently in the crib, she turned back to Puck. "Shower," she moaned against Puck's lips, both of her hands were in his shorts, she had one hand around his dick, one hand cradled his balls and she wanted to suck on both.
"Wait a second," Puck hissed, he'd just vaguely heard little feet dragging down the hall, it was probably Josh going to the bathroom. "Quick," he whispered as the bathroom door closed, they hurried to their room, Puck dragged Quinn behind him, they were both giggling quietly. "Remember when Beth walked in on us?" he snickered, remembering the time, years ago, Beth had been about five at the time, when she'd crept quietly into their bedroom, neither Puck nor Quinn, both deep in the throes of passion, had noticed her.
"You can't be coming daddy, you're already here," Beth had exclaimed, she'd rolled her eyes and told her daddy that he was silly, Puck had almost died on the spot, it had certainly put him off his stride!
"Oh my God, I remember that," Quinn giggled. "Lock the door," she whispered, her eyes were shining with amusement and excitement. "Bathroom, quick," she demanded. Once again, Quinn was thankful that the master bedroom had its own en suite, it had been a requirement when they were house hunting, they needed their own bathroom separate from the family bathroom.
Puck snapped the lock in place, he followed Quinn to the bathroom, he swallowed hard as she dropped her robe just outside the door. Puck's shorts hit the floor next to Quinn's robe. Quinn squealed as Puck grabbed her from behind, just as she was about to turn the shower on. Quinn acquiesced to the pressure from Puck's hands, to bend over at the waist, she had one foot on the edge of the tub and her ass presented at the best possible angle. Puck groaned with delight as he sank, balls deep, into her willing body. "Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," he sighed as his slow, steady thrusts sped up a bit.
"Harder," Quinn demanded, she pushed back as he pushed forwards, Puck's dick hit her just right, she trembled as the fast pace meant that her g-spot was getting the attention that she craved. "Mmmm," she moaned, and moved to be more upright, she leaned to kiss Puck over her shoulder, she gripped around his head with her arm, she thought she was going to fall over, she certainly thought she might need the balance assistance when she exploded...and she knew that was going to be soon.
Puck gripped Quinn's hips and rocked her back and forth, in time with his own thrust and retreat, he let one hand slip to the front, he had to find her clit, he had to make her lose it, big time. "Come for me," he hissed into her ear. "That's it, come for me," he growled, his jaw was clenched with the effort it was taking not to dump another load deep inside her, at least, not to dump it before she had a chance to come first.
"Coming, I'm coming," Quinn screamed, as quietly as she possibly could, she was mindful that the kids would be waking up right about now.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Puck hissed as his own orgasm tore through him a millisecond after Quinn had all but collapsed in his arms. Puck knew what he wanted to say, he knew he wanted to plead with Quinn for them never to be apart again, to beg her forgiveness for walking out on her, but he couldn't speak, he didn't have enough breath for that. "Hup," he grunted and slapped Quinn's ass, leaving a nice red hand print on her lily-white skin. "Those kids aren't going to feed themselves, or get themselves to school," he teased as he helped Quinn to step into the bathtub. "Let's just concentrate on the shower, we can fool around later when Lily has another nap," he promised.
"But I want daddy's special pancakes," Josh whined when Quinn placed the bowl of oatmeal in front of him.
"And you'll get daddy's special pancakes tomorrow," Quinn replied, "but today, it's oatmeal, so eat up, there's a good boy," she instructed and ignored the scowl from Charlie too, he also hated oatmeal. "Beth," she called up the stairs. "Breakfast is on the table," she shouted and then walked back into the kitchen to pick up her coffee cup.
"Do you think we'll ever go back to regular coffee?" Puck murmured as he refilled his cup, he had grown used to the jolt of caffeine first thing in the morning, since he had been living on his own and didn't need to think about a pregnant or nursing wife.
"One day, maybe," Quinn replied with a grin. "Maybe when I'm a hundred and four and too old to have any more kids," she teased with that smile that always made Puck's stomach clench in anticipation.
"So we're not done yet?" Puck asked quietly. Quinn shook her head, Puck thought about her words, he wasn't sure that he would want them to have too many more kids, one more maybe, but five kids would be a lot for any family, especially in this house, there were only four bedrooms, well, five if you counted the study, and maybe the den could be turned into another bedroom if they needed to. "But just one more, right?" he suggested hopefully. Quinn shrugged and gave Puck a wink. "Crap, we're going to be on Sixteen Kids and Counting," he thought to himself.
"Time to go, guys," Quinn said cheerfully to the boys. "Go brush your teeth," she instructed, and ushered them up the stairs.
Beth automatically checked both boys' backpacks to make sure they had their lunch, they had the equipment they'd need and that Josh had his inhaler. "I was going to do that," Puck murmured when he realised that she had done the job he was going to do. "Don't forget, I'm taking them into school today, you just see to yourself," he reminded his daughter. "Is there anything you need?" he asked as Beth checked her own bag.
"Just some gas money would be good," Beth answered before she gulped down her orange juice.
"Here you go," Puck said and handed her a few bills. "You've really helped your mom out, throughout this situation," he stated, "thank you, you don't know how much it put my mind at rest, knowing that your mom wasn't on her own," he added. "And I'm sorry I couldn't be here, I just had to take some time to...to get my head round it, I suppose," he explained quietly. "I mean, we've been dating since just before we turned fifteen, we got pregnant with you just before we turned sixteen," he remembered, "we've been married thirteen years," he said as he counted back the years, "but all in all, we've been together nearly twenty years and just the thought that she could go with someone else slammed me sideways," he explained quietly. "I'll get it," Puck called as the phone rang. "Yo," he said into the receiver, he was met with silence. "Hello?" he said a little louder. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he demanded a little crossly. Puck heard the quiet snick of someone hanging up. "Does that happen often?" he asked Beth.
Beth shrugged. "Sometimes," she sighed, she'd often wondered if it was her dad who called and did that, hung up without saying a word, she'd wondered if it was because her mom didn't answer, but now she wondered if it was the other guy, the guy her mom had slept with. "Dad?" Beth called, Puck looked at her, he seemed deep in thought. "I'm going to school, and I'm bringing someone home with me," she added breathlessly and then rushed to leave before her dad could ask any questions.
"Bet it's the boyfriend," Puck sighed into his coffee cup. "Good move, Beth, bringing him when your nana will be here, just so I can't interrogate him, put the fear of God into him," he muttered, he was secretly impressed with her tactics. "Charlie, Josh, come on guys, we have to get to school," he called up the stairs.
Quinn returned to the kitchen with Charlie and Josh and a sweet smelling, smiling baby, already fastened into her car seat. "Can you take Lily with you, too?" she suggested, she would dearly love an hour or so of uninterrupted 'me time' to do a little pampering and personal grooming. "We can both go later and pack up your apartment," she offered silkily, "you know? Like, later, when your mom is here with the kids," she murmured.
Puck felt the pulse beat in his pants. Quinn knew exactly how to get him to cave, he was putty in her hands. "I'll have to take your minivan, I don't have a car seat attachment in my car," Puck replied and picked up the car seat.
"No problem, here you go," Quinn trilled and tossed her car keys to him. "Bye, boys, have a good day, and behave yourselves," she warned sternly. "See you soon," she mumbled against Puck's lips.
"So, baby girl," Puck sighed as he clicked the seat back into place after he'd taken Josh into his classroom, "it's just you and me, right?" he muttered. "Your stroller is back there," he added thoughtfully with a glance towards the rear of the vehicle, "I wonder if we should take a trip to the mall, maybe buy your mom something nice to say I'm sorry for being an asshole?" he suggested, as though a three-month-old baby would be able to answer him. "Sounds like a plan to me," he sighed and climbed back into the van.
An hour later and Puck had run out of ideas. He'd wandered up and down the pathways of the mall, he'd window-shopped a little bit, but nothing had jumped out at him as an 'I am so very sorry' present. "Oh, now, there's an idea," he murmured as a large advertisement caught his eye. "Hmm, that might just be it, plus, she can add to it in the future," he realised. "Yep, jewelry it is," Puck sighed, pleased that he'd had a mega idea.
"Yes, please," Puck answered the assistant's question of could she help. "I'd like to create a bracelet for my wife," he said, and pointed to the poster. "I thought maybe the birthstones of our kids would be a good idea," he added and saw the gleam in the woman's eyes. "Nailed it," Puck crowed silently. "June, September, August and March," he added, giving the months of the four births. "Maybe if we have any more kids she can add to it in the future," he suggested with a half grin.
"You could add the month of your anniversary and maybe your own and your wife's births," the assistant suggested.
"We could, but I might leave that for future gifts, like birthdays, Hanukkah," Puck explained, "it'll make it easier to buy things for a while," he smiled. Puck absently rocked the stroller as he waited for his purchase to be completed, he glanced around him, noticed that Lily, now that she'd woken, was mesmerised by the bright lights. "Hey, little girl," he whispered to the baby, "we'll have to get home soon, you'll be needing mommy, won't you?"
"Puck," a male voice grunted behind him.
"Sam," Puck answered, without turning round, no way did he want to start anything here, especially as he had the baby with him.
"This her?" Sam asked.
"This her, who?" Puck countered.
"You know who," Sam hissed.
"Excuse me," Puck breathed as he collected his purchase. "I am out with my daughter, we're buying a gift for my wife, so if you'll excuse me," he repeated, but Sam seemed reluctant to move. "I am not going to make an issue of it, but if you don't get out of my way in the next ten seconds, you will be sorry that you ever laid eyes on my wife, never mind anything else," he growled, he wasn't angry, he was furious. Just yesterday they had decided that they could weather the storm and now this, already.
"I called this morning," Sam called after Puck as he walked away, "I hung up when you answered," he added.
Puck's blood boiled a little more, he swung back towards Sam. "If you ever, call my house again," he threatened, "I will find you and you will be fucking sorry," he finished a little more lamely than he'd wanted to, but Puck didn't want to draw a crowd. "And being a cop won't save you," he promised, and it truly wouldn't, Puck's military training was far superior to that of a cop, there was a lot of the stuff he'd trained for - and executed - that even Quinn didn't know about, if Sam had any sense, he would stay a long, long way away from the Puckermans.
"This is for you," Puck murmured as he used Lily's hand to present the gift to Quinn. "This is to say that I'm sorry for being an asshole," he explained.
"Oh, thank you," Quinn cried as she opened the beautifully boxed gift. "It's beautiful," she sighed, she'd seen these bracelets and necklaces advertised and thought they were an awesome idea for a special keepsake for someone. Quinn had to sniff back the tears, she felt overwhelmed, it felt like Puck had never been away, never blamed her for the incident.
"And you'll never guess who we bumped into at the mall," Puck added tightly, he was trying to make it sound like he was cheerful. Quinn shook her head. "Sam," Puck answered with a grimace. "He even had the nerve to ask to see Lily," he growled.
"I have something for you, too," Quinn sighed and went to the desk drawer. "This arrived, I ordered it online last night, it was sent special delivery," she explained. "It's a DNA testing kit," she added when Puck looked puzzled. "We just have to swab the inside of our cheeks, put the swabs into these little containers, call the number on the bottom and the kit is collected within the hour," she read aloud.
"Let's do it," Puck said with a decisive note to his voice. Puck opened his mouth for Quinn to take the swab, he watched as she clicked the container closed. Puck held Lily for Quinn to take her swab, and again she clicked the container closed. Puck watched Quinn take her own swab, and then clicked the container closed. "Alright, give them a call to collect them," he said a little gruffly, he was feeling exceptionally nervous, and so far, nothing had changed.
Within thirty minutes a courier had arrived to collect the package. "So, ten days time and we'll know for sure," Quinn sighed. "I hope you're ready to eat Lily, because I am sure ready to feed you," she added, and then snuggled into the tiny curls of hair at the back of the baby's head. "I love these little curls, they're just like Beth's," she added. "And your mom called, apparently Beth called her and invited her to dinner tonight, Beth is bringing her boyfriend home for you to meet and wanted to be sure nana would be there to cushion the blow," she grinned.
"I know, she told me, maybe she invited my mom to make sure I don't knock the asshole into next week," Puck muttered.
"Something like that," Quinn agreed as she sat down comfortably and lifted her shirt for Lily to access her lunch. "And your mom said it was about time you came to your senses and came home," she added quietly. "You still haven't told her, have you?"
Puck shook his head. "I haven't told anyone the reason," he admitted. "I didn't want anyone to think badly of you," he explained, although it looked like he was struggling to actually put his reasons into words. "I mean, it was more like I didn't want anyone's pity, like, if they knew about it, they'd think less of me as a man and I know how stupid that sounds, I just can't help it," he sighed, embarrassed.
"I think we should tell your mom tonight," Quinn said softly, in fact, she could possibly insist on it.
"I think we should leave it alone, it's over, I'm home," Puck replied quickly, just as insistently.
"Fine," Quinn sighed and shifted Lily to a more comfortable position, the baby gave a stuttered wail, but quickly realised that her lunch was still plentiful. "This little girl will be in bed very shortly," she informed Puck with a suggestive glint in her eye. "Maybe we could settle down for a nap ourselves?" she offered, Puck grinned, his pants grew a little tighter at the thought of what that nap would entail.
"Hey, dad," Beth said as she breezed through the kitchen, hell bent on getting out of it as soon as possible.
"Woah," Puck cried as Beth and the tall, skinny dude, whose hand she was holding, traipsed through the kitchen on their way to the stairs. "Back up," he directed as they reached the doorway. "Introductions please?" he suggested.
"Dad, Kris, Kris, dad," Beth announced, and then rushed to tug Kris towards the stairs.
"Hey," Puck called, he turned away from the stove to bring Beth back to the kitchen. "Just a name is not good enough, Beth, Kris what?" he demanded crossly.
"Kristian Reed," the tall boy spoke for himself, and held out a hand to shake.
Puck scowled, he shook the boy's had but he wasn't thrilled that he had been so polite and likable. "So, how long have you known my daughter?" he asked.
"A couple of years," Kris replied, he shifted uncomfortably under Puck's stare.
"Oh, leave the boy alone," Ruth Puckerman said as she walked into the kitchen. "Hello, sweetie," she said and kissed Beth's cheek. "You always grumble about Russell and how he tried to intimidate you when Quinn very first took you to her house," she chided her son.
"I was fourteen years old," Puck cried, "he damn well did intimidate me," he pouted.
"And you stood up for yourself," Quinn added as she carried the baby into the kitchen. "Can I leave Lily with you, please Ruth?" she asked her mother-in-law.
"Of course," Ruth replied, her voice taking on the baby tones to talk to her youngest granddaughter. "You can stay here with nana and mommy and daddy can go and bring all of daddy's things home now that he's stopped being a silly boy, yes you can, yes you can," she squawked. Puck pulled a face. "And your daddy can stop looking at nana like she's lost her mind," she added with a giggle and tickled the baby under her chin. Lily squeaked endearingly.
"Ok, boys," Quinn called up the stairs. "Nana is here, she's staying with you guys for a while, daddy and I are going out, we'll be back soon," she explained loudly and received calls from both of her sons. "And don't even think of heading upstairs," she muttered to Beth, quietly so that Puck didn't hear. "I'll talk to you later," she warned her eldest daughter. "See you soon, guys," she called as they rushed out the door.
"I hate this place," Puck sighed and looked around.
"I don't know, it has it's advantages," Quinn countered swiftly, and then bent to her task.
"Oh, God," Puck breathed as Quinn's tongue traced a scalding hot line all the way from his balls to the very tip of his incredibly hard dick. "That's why I hated it," he managed to say, "because you were never here with me," he croaked. "Jesus, Quinn," he growled as his dick hit the back of her throat. "Fuck, that's amazing," he moaned. Puck held on and held on, he held on for as long as he could...and then he lost it, big time! "Fu-uck," he yelled at the top of his voice, he just couldn't help it, it had been so long since he'd had a blow job of that magnitude.
Quinn couldn't manage to keep it all in her mouth, the over-spill of semen trickled down her chin and landed on her boobs. She glanced down and watched Puck's magnificent offering drip from her nipple, she caught it up and rubbed it into her skin. "I think we should pack your stuff up now, take everything home," she suggested.
"What? You want to wait?" Puck asked, once his vision had cleared and he knew he could string more than two words together.
"Mhm," Quinn agreed with a smile and a cheeky wink. "Anticipation is key," she said huskily, and then shared a burning hot kiss with him, a kiss that made their toes curl up. "And I will have you captive in my bed tonight, I'll get my reward for my patience," she informed Puck, he grinned, he was more than happy with her answer.
"Thanks for finishing dinner, Ruth," Quinn said as they all sat down to eat.
"Oh, it wasn't me," Ruth replied with a glance towards her granddaughter and her boyfriend. "Beth and Kris finished the cooking."
"And you didn't burn it?" Puck asked in amazement. "Cool, you're finally learning how to cook," he exclaimed.
"Actually, I just cleaned up," Beth admitted, slightly embarrassed, "Kris finished the cooking," she added quietly.
"Well, thank you, Kris," Quinn stated, "it's delicious."
"No worries," Kris replied, he was quite embarrassed, "I like cooking," he admitted with a self-conscious shrug, he glanced at Puck, he knew Beth's dad was going to be the hardest nut to crack.
"So, do you want to tell me what the last three months have been about?" Ruth asked, once the kids had dispersed, Beth and Kris to the den, the boys to the lounge to watch their favourite TV show, Lily was still in the kitchen, asleep in her swing.
"Not really," Puck replied and got up to make fresh coffee.
"I can take a guess," Ruth claimed, she looked her son up and down, and then her daughter-in-law. "You messed around, Quinn found out and kicked your sorry ass out, right?" she demanded.
"Nope," Puck replied, "and like I said, it doesn't matter, it's all over now, we've worked through the problem, we're back on track and the last three months are history." Puck sat back down next to Quinn and gave her a supportive wink.
"Ruth, Puck didn't mess around on me," Quinn confirmed, she took a deep breath and squeezed Puck's hand under the table, "I did that to him," she admitted. Ruth looked flabbergasted. "I mean, it only happened one time, it's not like I was constantly off with someone else," she explained, Ruth still looked stunned. "I'm so sorry, I know you'll hate me, I," Quinn sniffed, her words ran out.
"I'm just, I'm shocked," Ruth admitted, and she was, she was totally shocked. If her son had said yes, he'd messed around with another woman and Quinn had found out, she would not have been shocked in the slightest, her son had always been a flirt, he took after his dad for that, but for Quinn to have been the one who had stepped out of her marriage vows, Ruth was absolutely knocked sideways!
"All that matters is that we've been able to work through it," Puck reminded the two ladies once more. "We've come out the other side, stronger than before, no one, nothing will ever tear us apart, right?" he stated, Quinn nodded. Puck was right, nothing would tear them apart, at least, nothing for the next ten days...