Hey everyone. This is my second offical story so be kind. I've been working on this alot in my head and finally got a chance to start writing. This is gonna be multi-chapter so don't worry. Major props to my beta's Bibz and Red Satin and Black Silk. Check out their pages they have some good stuff. I'll try to get a chapter out a day.

This is in the future so let me know if you don't understand something. Ok I'll shut up now.

Puck pulled his arm around his wife and snuggled a little deeper into his bed. If he could, he would stay like this all day cuddling next to her. Well, who was he kidding? If he could he would spend all day fucking her senseless rather than cuddling with her.

There was a time in their marriage when they could do that. But now they were way past the honeymoon where they could forget things like bills, jobs and spend all day in bed.

The alarm on his side of the bed went off. He slammed it down and sighed to himself. Here was to another day. He cuddled up behind his hot wife and nuzzled her neck to gently wake her up.

"Good Morning Mrs. Puckerman" he said placing a soft kiss to her neck. Rachel stretched and moaned into him. Every morning since the day they were married he woke her up just the same and she'd be lying if she said she hated it. Even during a fight he would still take a moment steal a kiss to her neck and say 'Good Morning Mrs. Puckerman' in his most sexy voice. Needless to say most of the fights didn't make it past the morning.

Rachel turned to face him in his arms. "Good morning to you." she placed a kiss to his lips. Puck took no time at all in deepening the kiss. With any luck he'd get some morning nookie. Rachel knowing exactly where Puck's mind was at lightly pushed him over and climbed on top of him.

"What time is it?" she asked between kisses as she ran her hands across this chest. Seriously even after all the years of marriage, he still had an amazing chest and arms. Puck turned slightly letting Rachel kiss down is neck and tongue his Adams apple. He groaned (Man his girl still knew how to get him going) while he checked the time.

"Six-fifty-two. We got time" he told he told her while pulling her lips back down to meet his for another kiss. When Rachel slipped her tongue in his mouth and he flipped them back over. Not like he didn't love foreplay and shit but he needed to move this along. He palmed her breast through her shirt (well his shirt) and grinded into her. Rachel moaned in response and he grinded again.

"WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?"

"I WAS HERE FIRST"

"NO I WAS! NOW GET OUT THE DAMN BATHROOM!"

Puck stopped and sighed in defeat. Now he loves his kids and would do anything for them. But if someone would have told him how much of a cock-blocker having kids was, he would have thought twice before doing that shit.

"I'll handle it." Puck said kissing Rachel again. "Don't fucking move" He ordered before he got up and walked to the door of their room. And poking his head out and down the hall where sure enough the two pains in his ass were standing at the bathroom arguing.

"I WAS HERE FIRST. MY CLOTHES ARE IN THERE DUMBASS"

"TOO BAD YOU LEFT. BATHROOM IS FAIR GAME."

"HEY!" Puck yelled silencing them both. "What the Fuck is the problem!" He looked at his two children.

Honestly? They lucked out with it when it came to the kids department.

Caleb was the oldest. Rachel had gotten pregnant their sophomore year at OSU. That changed the plans for them a bit. They got married before he was born (Puck wanting to make an honest woman of her) and finish their degrees by a combination of night school, community college and CLEPs. It wasn't easy those first two years but they made it. When Caleb was two and things had settled down a bit for them they decided they were going to move to New York so Rachel could live her dream. But that plan didn't work out either.

Enter Puckerman child two: Sarah. When they found out they were pregnant again Rachel refused to move to New York. They found a nice house and settled down in Lima. Puck used his sports medicine degree and a great job with the OSU football team as a trainer. Rachel used her Theatre and Vocal degree and got a job working with the local Children's Theatre. She also taught Voice Lessons on the side and even took a job at their old high school as the Choir GLEE club director when Mr. Shue retired 5 year ago. All in all they made a pretty great life for themselves and Puck thought it was smooth sailing from there. Until the day his two kids turned into two teenagers.

"Your fucktard of a son here is trying to steal the bathroom" Sarah said crossing her arms, frustrated.

"Well your asshat of a daughter left the bathroom open to be stolen"

"I did not!" Sarah yelled back turning to her father. "I got up and put my clothes in the bathroom –"

"And then she left leaving the bathroom wide open."

"I only left to grab the tampons I left in my room!"

"Oh gross!" Caleb exclaimed

"Too much information!" Puck stated. "Ok look who had the bathroom first yesterday?"

"He did"

"She did"

"I did not!

"Yes you did!"

"ALRIGHT!" he yelled again silencing his kids again "Jesus fucking Christ you kids pull this same shit every morning. Okay look there's only one fair way to settle this."

"Putting Sarah up for adoption?" Caleb said with a glare to his sister

"Sending Caleb back to the pound?" she retorted right back.

"Rock. Paper. Scissors." Puck said getting impatient with the two teens. I mean come on his hot wife was waiting for him in bed to give him morning nookie. He had better things to do (Like Rachel) than to sit around a play ref to their daily sibling smack down.

"What! No way!" Sarah spoke first "That's stupid."

"Yeah it's not gonna solve anything" her brother joined in.

"You either rock paper scissors for the bathroom or I have your mom re-instate the color coded morning bathroom schedule."

Puck knew he had them. They hated that schedule. Right before they both hit puberty Rachel had made a color coded schedule for bathroom times for both of them complete with time to shower, bush teeth, pee, and take care of other needs that pre-pubescent teens might have. It embarrassed them to no end.

It was kinda hard to whack off in the shower when you know that your mom had already pre-planned time for said whacking off. She even added extra time for Sarah to give herself a breast exam and check for lumps. They were finally relieved when Puck thought the kids were old enough to shower (and do other stuff) on their own time without the schedule. All was fine during the summer when Sarah would shower in the morning and Caleb would sleep till noon but since schooled started back up three weeks ago all hell broke loose. Which brings us back to…

"Fine" they both admitted defeat at the same time. Anything to avoid the schedule.

"Rock. Paper. Scissor. Shoot." Caleb threw paper. Sarah threw scissors.

"You cheated!"

"How can I cheat? Its Rock Paper Scissor you dill hole. Now if you'll excuse me I have to get ready for school." She side stepped her brother and walked into the bathroom. Just as she was closing the door he put his foot in the way.

"Best two out of three?"

"I don't think so. Now move." She said stomping his foot and slamming the door.

"I guess you're not as dumb as you look" He yelled back at the door.

Sarah poked her head out once more. "Too bad we can't say the same for you!" She stuck her tongue out.

Caleb was about to respond when Puck yelled out again. "Hey! You shower" He pointed to Sarah "You," he pointed to Caleb, "Do whatever…you do." He finished lamely before shutting his bed room door and locking it.

He turned back to Rachel fearing that the little family feud had ruined the mood only to find her naked and waiting with an amused look on her face. Nope still in the mood. He pounced.

"Bathroom again?" she asked while he kissed her neck.

"Mmm-hmm,"

"I guess they both thought they were the first one there right,"

"Mmm-hmm,"

"Maybe I should do another schedule. Just to-"

"Rach remember when we decided not to talk about the kids or schedules during sex?"

"Right. Time?" Rachel asked breathless as Puck kissed down her chest.

"Seven-oh-seven. We still got time baby!"

Rachel grabbed his face in her hands and brought his mouth back up to hers. Even after seventeen years of marriage, she would never get tired of kissing him. She finally pulled back

"You should get moving then Puckerman."

Puck smirked at her. "I love it when you get bossy"

Puck made his way down stairs to 'check on the kids'. He honestly didn't understand why Rachel seemed to think their kids were completely incompetent without them. (And yes he knows what incompetent means). He usually went in later so all last minute morning things fell to him.

Walking into the kitchen and glancing at his daughter he stopped dead in his tracks. "What the Fuck are you wearing?"

Sarah tried to look as innocent as possible. "Clothes…"

He stared his daughter down. In what world did a mini skirt, halter and strappy-heals count as clothes? How the fuck did she even get that shit. He sure as hell didn't buy it for her. Now being a parent was a tricky thing and especially when you have a teenage girl with insecurities. Puck tried to be as delicate as possible.

"Go put some fucking pants on!" he all but shouted

"But dad-"

"No! No but dad! No daughter of mine is walking out that door dressed like that. GO!"

"This is Bull Shit" She said as she stormed off. "You know mom wore shorter stuff than this when she was in high school!" She yelled from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah well you're not your mother!" Puck yelled back.

"You tell her dad" Caleb said as entered the kitchen and headed to the cabinets for a pop tart. For once justice was severed in the Puckerman household and his sister was finally getting in trouble. He was going to soak in this moment.

Puck walked over to coffee maker to the start a pot when another thought occurred to him. "You bring up that Spanish grade yet?"

Moment gone. Caleb knew he had to process with caution if he was gonna make it out of this alive. He walked to the refrigerator to stall for a moment and collect his thoughts.

"That depends on what you mean by 'bring up' my grade." Caleb said as he pretended to look for the milk that was right in front of him.

Puck turned to look at his son. "I suppose by 'bring up' I mean no longer failing"

Caleb grabbed the milk and took a big swig for the carton. If he played his cards just right he could talk himself out of this. "Well you see, technically according the Ohio state board of Education and the Lima school board a 'D' isn't technically a failing grade. So you could technically say that I'm not failing Spanish at all"

"Well" Puck started as he walked over to his son. "Technically you know that I don't give a shit what the Ohio state board of Education or the Lima school board says. And that technically in the Puckerman house a D is a failing grade. So if I were you I'd technically bring my grade up before you technically get grounded or technically lose your car for good." He snatched the milk from his sons hand and took a swig himself before putting the milk back.

"By the way, don't drink from the carton. Your mother hates it," He walked back over to the coffee pot.

Sarah re-entered the kitchen and stood for her father to inspect. She was wearing the same top and shoes but had changed into jeans.

"Better" Puck said placing a kiss on her forehead "but put a sweater on."

Sarah rolled her eyes and grabbed her book bag before she made her way over to her brother and held out her hand. "Keys?"

"What?" He asked confused with a mouth full of pop tart. Realization suddenly hit him. "Hell no! No way. Dad will you please tell your delusional daughter that there is no way in fuck that she is driving my car to school."

"You lost your car privileges when you brought home a failing grade."

"She doesn't even have a license"

"I have my permit. I can drive as long as a licensed driver is in the car el stupido"

"Dad please" Caleb walked over to his father and pleaded "You and mom said I lost the car for 'social gatherings' and shit but this is school. I'll drive straight there and straight back I promise. Please don't make me show up to school with my baby sister driving me."

"You can always catch ride with mom" Sarah teased behind him "I'd also like to mention that I am doing muy excelente in Spanish."

"Dad!" Caleb practically whined

"Alright!" He said holding his hands up. He felt for his son. All things considered it was only a 'D' and he did have plenty of time to bring it up. Plus he knew how bad it would ruin his reputation. "Straight to school and straight back! Any pit stops along the way and your sister will be playing taxi driver"

"Thank you!" Caleb said hugging his father.

"But" Puck said now noticing the pout on his little girls face "Sarah gets to pick the station till you bring up the grade"

Sarah smiled brightly. Caleb groaned as they both headed for the door

"Wait!" Puck stopped his kids. "Mom said she had to switch around some voice lessons this week. So dinners gonna be a little late"

The Puckerman children exchanged nervous glances. Dinner normally went one of two ways.

"What are we having?" Caleb asked skeptically

"Lasagna"

"Who's making it?" Sarah asked bluntly

"Does it matter?" Puck chuckled.

His children gave him a knowing look. Dad was the better cook in this house hold. It was a well known fact to everyone. Well mostly everyone. Rachel still had delusions of proving herself as a 'dutiful wife and mother' and tried to cook as often as they'd let her. She wasn't completely horrible but normally her dishes included odd ingredients like beets and radishes. It was an un-spoken rule that on nights that mom cooks everyone tries to finish at least one plate, compliment her on it, and then later that night eat a bowl of cereal.

He sighed "I'll try to get home early and cook ok?"

"Thank you!" They both sighed in relief before heading out the door.

His phone beeped with a new text message.

Can we meet tonight?

Puck sighed.

Can't I have a family dinner?

He really didn't need this shit this early in the morning.

Please?

The steps creaked as Rachel made her way down the kitchen.

Fine but only for a bit. You know where to meet me. He typed quickly and put his phone away. The coffee was done and he made a cup for himself and Rachel as she sat in the door way watching him.

"God I love you" She smiled when he handed her coffee.

"Course you do" He gave her a grin "I'm a bad ass stud, a kick ass dad, and a fine ass husband." He said dropping a kiss to her lips before he backed away. "Um listen babe. I forgot I got this meeting to go to after work so-"

"Say no more. My five called and cancelled, rather rudely I might add. So I'll have plenty of time to make it home after glee and start dinner." She beamed at him. "I was looking forward to trying out a new eggplant lasagna recipe anyway so this all works out."

Puck walked to his wife and took the coffee out of her hand. He placed his hands on both sides of her face before kissing her deeply. "I love you" He told her honestly.

She smiled brilliantly and pecked him before she grabbed her coffee. "I love you too."

"By the way." He called out as he made his way out of the kitchen to go up and get ready for work. "The kids are really excited about dinner tonight. They were going on and on about you cooking before they left for school"

And there you have it! The first chapter offically done. Please review so I can know what works, what doesn't work and that someone is actually reading this. I'll post Chapter 2 tomorrow.

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