A/N: Mommy's Boy was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I had a few requests for a follow-up, so here you go! Besides, it's Super Bowl Sunday-how can I not write something football related? :)

Rachel Berry-Puckerman really could care less about football. She never really went to the games at McKinley and NYU didn't have a team, so she had never really developed any sort of interest in the sport. Not to mention the fact that she found the sport rather violent and too slow-paced for her liking. However, her husband Noah was a sports addict. Rachel generally humored his obsession, but occasionally had to draw the line (like when he spent a solid month of her pregnancy trying to convince her that they should name their unborn son Water Payton Puckerman).

This year, the fact that the Chicago Bears had made it to the Super Bowl took Puck's obsession to a completely new level. He insisted on having Mike and Quinn over to watch the game and even convinced Rachel to decorate their house with blue and orange streamers and to change her cell phone's ringtone to the Bear's fight song.

Rachel had suffered through the first half of the game before escaping with Quinn to the kitchen to get more beverages. The sounds of three male voices (two adults and one well-spoken three year old) drifted from the living room. "Blue 42! Blue 42! Hut, hut, hike!"

"You're aware that they are now playing football in your living room right?" Quinn sipped from her water glass as her free hand rested on her pregnant stomach. "That's not going to end well."

"Trust me, I know" Rachel popped the tops off 3 bottles of beer and snapped the lid back on David's sippy cup full of juice. "I already had to sit down with both of them this morning and issue a ban on any sort of throwing of the football in the house. Noah was convinced that practicing passing drills in David's bedroom was a perfectly okay idea."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Thank God I'm having a girl. I seriously don't know how you deal with it. It's like you have two sons."

"It's like having three when Mike's here" Rachel laughed.

"He's all yours if you want him. I'll have the adoption papers sent over in the morning."

Quinn and Rachel drifted back into living room. The boys appeared to have stopped playing and were settle back into their seats. Rachel and Quinn met eyes and laughed as they both noticed the tears of pain in Mike's eyes and the fact that his hands were hovering protectively between his legs. "Serves you right" Quinn muttered as she dropped a kiss onto his forehead.

David was bounced around on the couch next to Puck, wearing wearing a tiny blue and orange jersey that matches his father's. "I wanna be a football player when I grow up Daddy."

"Football's in your blood kid. I'm sure we can convince your mom to let you play." David's head swiveled to look at Rachel expectantly. "Besides, there aren't nearly enough Jewish NFL players. Rex Grossman and Robbie Gould? Not Jewish. Just really lucky to have Jewish-sounding names." Rachel snorted to herself and settled back onto the couch next to her husband. This was getting kind of ridiculous.

"Now Sid Luckman," Mike interjected. "That's a quality Jewish player. He was an All-American and he led the Bears to 4 championships."

"And his name even sounds like mine!" David's face lit up.

"Damn straight it does." Puck grimaced at the look Rachel shot him as soon as the (relatively mild) curse left his mouth. "Besides, ladies love football players. Uncle Mike and I both played football, and look at how pretty our ladies are."

David bounced over to Rachel and snuggled into her lap. "Is that true? Did you marry daddy because he was a football player?"

Rachel rolled her eyes, both at the question and at the ridiculous grin her husband was flashing at her. "Sure baby. That's the reason."