Title: Welcome to the World
Characters: Kurt, Puck
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Genre: Romance, Kid!Fic, Family, MPreg
Warnings: Un-beta
Rating: PG
Words Count: 494
A/N: This in my The Hummelmans Series
Summary: When he was a sixteen year old boy, he thought that he was never going to get a boyfriend, let alone a husband and a son.
Kurt fought his way back from unconsciousness and, when he blinked his eyes open the first time, for a moment, he wondered where he was. Then, a smile broke free on his face just as soon as he heard a cooing voice saying, "Hey there little guy."
He turned his head to the side and found Noah walking up and down the hospital room with a little light-blue bundle in his arms. Noah's expression was completely awed and Kurt was sure that their son had him already wrapped around his tiny little finger.
Kurt felt tears welling up in his eyes at the perfect picture in front of him. When he was a sixteen year old boy, he thought that he was never going to get a boyfriend, and now here he was, at twenty-one with an amazing husband and his first child. He was feeling so happy that he could never imagine feeling so full of joy and life as he was in that moment.
He cleared his throat a little before quietly saying, "Hey. Is he asleep?"
Noah looked up from his son's face for a moment locking gaze with his husband and Kurt saw his eyes sparkling with tears. "He's perfect, Kurt." He came over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Trying not to hurt Kurt and not to wake the baby, Noah tried to lay down next to his husband and helped him hold the tiny bundle in his arms.
As soon as the baby was in Kurt's arms, his eyes opened and his mouth stretched into a little yawn. Kurt took one tiny little hand in his and the baby's fingers closed into a weak fist around his index finger.
"Can you believe that we made him?"
Kurt looked up at his husband and smiled proudly. "Kiss me," he demanded gently and Puck scooted closer to his family and kissed Kurt lightly on the lips.
When he pulled back, he whispered, "I love you," against his husband's lips and then turned to look down at their son. "So, Burt is waiting outside and I think if we don't get him inside like, right now, he will probably kick down the door. Finn is so nervous that it looks like Rachel gave birth," he rolled his eyes and then smirked. "They could never have a kid as cool as ours!"
Kurt smiled. "Yeah."
Noah brushed his hand over the short soft hair on the little head and grinned broadly. "He's going to look such a badass as soon as we get him a Mohawk."
"You're not getting him a mohawk, Puckerman."
"Yeah well, we'll see about that." His fingers slid down the little nose and over a rosy cheek. "So, when are we going to make another one?"
If it wasn't for the baby still in his arms, he would have slapped his husband. "You're carrying the next one."
"OK. I can totally rock the Momma look."
A/N: If you want to see the Hummelmans in any particular situations, ask away :D