It was a nice, peaceful day int he Puckerman household.
Well, if you ignored the drama. If it weren't so scary, you might laugh.
Throwing baby clothes at her husband, Rachel was obviously upset about something.
"Badass baby, Noah? Are you trying to corrupt my child at infancy?"
"Whoa, slow down, babe. Your child? I'm pretty sure my super sperm had something to do with that baby. And yes, our child is going to be a badass!"
"Noah, I'm almost 9 months pregnant. I don't want to argue with you about the proper way to raise our child nor do I want to recount the numerous times we've had this argument before!" Rachel threw her hands up in exasperation. "Haven't I lectured you about this every time you and Finn decided to go shopping for baby clothes? Last time, you came home with one that said-"
"Yeah, yeah, Rach, I know," Puck sighed, walking over to his wife. "But you knew I wasn't serious, didn't you?" He wrapped his arms gently around her.
"Sure, that's what you said last time, Noah. Why should I believe that you won't continue to make the same Neanderthal excuses every time you mess up?" Rachel shook her head, pushing his arms off her and stepping back, out of his grasp. "I'm just getting a little tired of it."
"Rach, babe, come on. I'm just trying to loosen you up."
"You used that excuse last time, too." Rachel crossed her arms, thoroughly annoyed.
"Babe. Uncross your arms, I can't think straight," Puck smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"Noah Eli Puckerman, you uncouth heathen! When will you get your mind off of sex and start caring about my feelings? Or even better, our child?" Tears pooled in Rachel's eyes as she stormed off, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
Puck groaned, running a hand over his Mohawk. "Rachel, baby, come on. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Go away, Puck," Rachel shouted through the door.
Shit. That was bad news. Rachel never called him Puck, unless she was really fucking pissed at him.
"Rachel, come on. You know I love you," he pleaded through the doorway.
"Really? I had no idea!"
"Babe, listen. I love you and I'll love our baby just as much as you will. But you can't get mad at me for going about it my own way. We're two different people, Rachel. That's why we get along so fucking well! Even if-"
"Um, Noah, I don't care any-" The door unlocked and a pregnant Rachel appeared.
"Will you just listen to me, Rachel? I'm trying to tell you someth-"
"Noah, my water just broke. Unless you want me to give birth in our bedroom, sut up, and get me to the hospital."
5 hours later, Noah and Rachel Puckerman were the proud parents of Caroline Puckerman, who was indeed, a badass baby.