AN: Yes, I have fallen into the glorious trap that is the LJ Puck/Rachel Drabble Prompt Meme! And I love it! This will be where I post all my drabble-y prompt fills! I hope you enjoy! Prompts will be at the bottom of the story.

Lunchtime Surprise

Puck had had one lousy morning. His first client at the gym set him way behind because he came in thirty-seven minutes late complaining of heavy traffic. Puck totally called him on it though; dude had jelly from his raspberry-filled doughnut on his cheek and powdered sugar on his t-shirt. Seriously, did he really think he'd get away with that? Anyway, the backed-up schedule caused his manager to throw a hissy fit right in front of the treadmills, and no amount of placating to her face and eye-rolling behind her back could make up for the fact that he "should take more responsibility in the strict timetable we enforce here at The Fitness Center."

So yeah, needless to say, the clock read 12:42, and his lunch hour would be over at 1:00. He trudged wearily to the trainers' lounge, hoping to find something in the fridge that he could snag and pay someone back later. Instead he found his beautiful wife and three-year-old daughter sitting at one of the tables.

"Daddy!" Ella squealed, bouncing in her seat.

"Hi, my angel," he cooed, scooping her up in a big hug.

Ella pressed her lips to his cheek with an audible smack and then giggled when her father nuzzled his nose to the crook of her neck.

"Hey, hon," he said as he leaned down to kiss Rachel on the lips. "This is a nice surprise."

Rachel smiled "Well, we're glad we could surprise you, right, Ella?" she prompted.

"Yes!" she cried, pumping her chubby fist in the air like her daddy taught her.

Puck chuckled as he sat down next to Rachel and pulled Ella into his lap. It was then that he noticed what was sitting on the table: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into four tiny triangles, an (Ella-sized) handful of Goldfish crackers, and a Very Berry juice box (his wife knew him too well).

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "What's the occasion for this wonderful feast?"

Rachel darted her eyes to Ella who returned her mom's mischievous smile.

"Because Daddy! It's lunchtime and I love you," Ella said simply, shrugging her shoulders before reaching over to snag a triangle and shoving it in Puck's mouth.

After feeding him his sandwich, Ella snuggled into Puck's chest for the remaining minutes of his lunch break. He looked over her head of cinnamon curls to lock eyes with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. "Best lunch ever," he smiled.

Prompt: "It's lunchtime and I love you."