Lucy hated formal events, and she especially hated the fact that it was being held on a Saturday. One of the few days she was alloted to be away from work, yet there she was surrounded by all of the people from the company dressed in their best suites and finest dresses. Had it not been a duty of hers to show up, as the CEO of the company and take credit for work and ideas she played no part in, she wouldn't have went.

It was supposed to be a happy time. The company had just released a new product that was doing exceptionally well in stores, and to celebrate the company hired a party planner and held the service in the ball room of one of New York's fansiest hotels.

The only good thing about this formal was that it was nearly half way finished. Lucy just had to shake a few more hands, take a few more pictures, and listen to a few more drunken speeches then she would be able to go. She let out a sigh as she searched the crowd for the millionth time that night, trying to find the one person that would stick out to her, but she came up short once again.

"My feet hurt so fucking bad." Lucy glanced to the side to see the CFO of the company throw her her small clutch onto the bar and hurridly take a seat next to her. "Quinn, what the hell are you doing sitting at a bar all by yourself? You know like, half of these people are here to see you right?"

"These people just came for a good time and to show off how successful they are." Lucy commented nonchalantly. The CFO shrugged her shoulders and ordered two drinks. The blonde eyed her before sucking in a deep breath. "Where's your wife?"

"She was actually right behind me." Santana furrowed her eyebrows before shrugging her shoulders. "Guess I lost her. Where's yours?"

"She had to stay in the studio for some late rehearsals. I think she was going to try to make it, but work seems to be holding her captive... I'd probably rather her not come. I don't feel like sharing her with all these people tonight." The blonde knew that if Rachel set foot in the ballroom that she'd be pulled every which way to sign autographs and take pictures with her many adoring fans. That's how it happened at every formal the brunette showed up to.

Santana accepted her drinks from the bartender. She began to sip on one and hold the other in her free hand. Lucy assumed she was holding it for Brittany. "You never want to share Berry."

That made the blonde smile. She could just hear her wife's voice in her head saying I'm a Fabray now. "You can't blame me." She shrugged.

Santana smiled at her and shook her head. "So, how's the baby business going?"

Lucy rolled her eyes in the most overdramatic way. "Has she been talking to Brittany about this?"

Santana nodded her head. "Yup. She told Britt that she wants a baby and you don't... So she's declared war against you? What the hell is that about Fabray?" Santana asked with laughter lacing her voice.

"She thinks she can convince me that I want kids. But, I'm going to convince her that she's just confused." The blonde said triumphantly.

The brunette laughed as she continued to sip on her drink. "Tell Rachel that if she wants a baby, she can definitely have Sophie."

"Are you giving away our daughter... again?" Brittany deadpanned as she appeared from the crowd.

"Absolutely." She handed her wife the drink and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. Lucy couldn't help but smile at her two friends, yet she felt a tinge of jealousy at the same time. Brittana was the power couple out of all their friends. Rachel looked up to them so much and she'd even made it clear on several occasions that she'd wanted a relationship just like theirs. Of course Rachel didn't mean any thing bad her own relationship, but it made Lucy feel as though Rachel felt like things were lacking in certain places. Brittany and Santana had a baby, well not a baby but a toddler, Sophie is two now... Maybe that's where Rachel's want for one rooted from.

"Well you can't have our baby, contrary to whatever Santana tells, but you can however babysit if that'll fulfill Rachel's baby needs while she waits for you to come around."

"And who says I'm ever going to come around?" Lucy asked.

Brittany smiled at her. "Because you'd do anything for Rachel, including have her babies or let her have yours. You'll see her way soon enough." The other blonde finished her statement. There was one thing Lucy learned about Brittany many years ago, and it's that she was always right... But this, this was something that the blonde would finally get wrong, becuase Lucy was not going to waver when it came to having children. "Where is she anyway?"

"Late rehearsal." Santana said before Lucy could.

"Oh yea, that's right. Paul did ask the singers to stay a little later... It's a good thing I'm a dancer." Brittany smiled proudly and looped her arm around Santana's neck.

"That it is." Santana agreed happily. Lucy needed to leave, she hated being miserable at the stupid formal, she hated watching Brittana be all lovey dovey with each other and she hated not having Rachel beside her.

She combed her fingers through her short blonde hair and slid out of her seat at the bar. "It was nice chit chatting with you ladies, but I think I'm going to head home." Lucy offered.

"Aw, Quinnie, but the party is just starting. Everyone hasn't even gotten here yet."

"Tired." The blonde said as she grabbed her clutch and walked over to her two friends to give them both a hug.

"Oh, before you go!" Santana said abruptly. "Noah and Karen, wanted me to ensure that you and Rachel will be at Maddox's first birthday party?"

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows. "Why didn't he just ask me himself? Of course we'll be there."

"It's next Saturday, so clear your schedule."

The blonde gave a thumbs up as she began to walk backwards. "Yea, got it locked in my vault." She tapped the side of her head before doing a small pivot and walking away.

Brittana sat back and watched her as she left. "So how long do you think they'll keep this war going before Quinn finally gives up?" Santana asked.

"I'll give it two weeks." Brittany replied.

"Hm, I have more faith in Quinn than that... I'll give it a month."

"Care to make this a little interesting?" Brittany suggested.

Santana smiled at her already knowing what her wife meant by that. "I knew there was a reason I married you." She said before placing a kiss on the blonde's cheek.

Lucy had made it home within thirty minutes and was disappointed to walk into an empty house. She took a shower and washed her hair, just to pass the time. But when a second hour had passed and there was still no sign of her wife, Lucy got a little frantic. She picked up her phone and saw that she had a couple of missed calls from Rachel, and relief flooded her body. She quickly redialed the number and waited for her wife to pick up.

"Hello lover." Came Rachel's teasing voice.

Lucy let out a sigh of relief as she made herself more comfortable on their bed. "Rachel where are you? It's nearly twelve, and I miss you."

There was some shuffling on the other line and the blonde could hear a lot of background noises. "Quinn where are you?"

"I'm at home in our bed... where you should be."

She could hear her wife let out a heartwarming laugh, the one she fell in love with six years ago. "So, you'll never believe this... After practice I decided to go out and get a new dress. I figured if you weren't going to be home when I got there, then there was no reason for me to be there. So, I got a new dress, and a pair of heels. I did my make up, and my hair looks sort of presentable. Now guess where I am?"

"You're at the formal aren't you?" Lucy breathed.

Rachel laughed again, and that time it caused the blonde to laugh along with her. "I'm silly." The brunette berated herself.

"No, that's the single sweetest thing you've done this week." Lucy smiled. "And I'm going to kiss you for it as soon as you get here."

"I'm sorry, I just thought that you were going to be here."

"Don't be, I should've called."

"You should have." Rachel agreed.

Lucy paused just taking a moment to listen. There wasn't much background noise anymore, but she could still hear shuffling on the other end. "Noah and Karen want us to be at Max's first birthday party next Saturday."

"And we will be there... What are we going to get him?"

"You're the expert at babies here. I have no clue what we would get a one year old. What do they want at that age?"

"Maybe we can get him a few toys or something?"

"Sounds good enough to me." The blonde said before she switched the phone to her other ear and picked up the television remote controller. She listened as her wife began to hum a familiar tune, and a smile spread across her face. "Why does that sound so familiar to me?"

"Don't act like you can't recognize your own song." She could hear the smile in her wife's voice.

"Hm, I think I just need a little refresher. Enlighten me please."

Rachel faked annoyance as she let out an overdramatic sigh. "If I must relive this..."

"You opened up this can of worms for yourself."

"If you were a flower, you'd probably catch my eye immediately. You'd be my favorite kind. But, I'd let you be... I wouldn't snatch you from the ground, rob you of your innocent beauty to claim you as my own. I'd just watch you grow and get more beautiful by the day..." Lucy couldn't help but laugh as she listened to her wife sing her song. "I quit, you're laughing at me." Rachel deadpanned.

"No, I just think it's the cutest song in the world... How old were we when you wrote that? Like twenty-two?"

Rachel laughed. "Yea, and in my defense I was a much better songwriter, I just couldn't think of anything that came close to making sense when it came to you. I felt like you were unwritable... about."

Lucy laughed again. "That didn't even make sense, dork. And of all the songs you've written for and about me, that one is my favorite."

"Yea, I know. You just like to remember me looking like a complete idiot while I sang that song to you all those years ago."

"No, I like to remember how hard you fought to win me back after our first real break up." The blonde had given up on trying to find something to watch on TV. She diregarded the remote and crossed her legs.

"I had to be with you... I wasn't going to let Finn Hudson ruin what I had with you. You were too good to let go."

How had Lucy gotten so lucky? "And you were too good to completely walk away from."

"Yea, that would explain why you kissed me before I even got a chance to finish the first verse." Rachel laughed. "You were such a sucker in love."

"I am..." Lucy softly agreed.

"You are." Rachel breathed. The blonde couldn't help but notice how quiet things had gotten on her wife's end. There was any shuffling nor was there any more background noises.

"Where are you right now?"

There was a pause before Rachel finally spoke. "Parked in our driveway." The brunette said sheepishly.

"What? When did you get here?" Lucy said hopping up from the bed and making her way to the bedroom window. She pulled back the drapes, and sure enough, there second car was sitting in the driveway equiped with Rachel inside. "Get up here." She demanded.

"Okay, okay... I'm coming."

"Why were you down there anyway? You could have just come up."

"I haven't been here long..." Lucy watched as she stepped out of the car in her new form fitting black dress. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips against her own will. "I parked like three minutes ago." The blonde could now hear her voice coming from down stares, and it made her heart skip a beat. It'd been six years that they'd been together, and four years that they'd been married. How was it possible that Lucy still got this excited over her mere prescence when they'd been together for that long. Wasn't she supposed to grow tired somewhere along the way?

Once Rachel made it to their room, Lucy dropped her phone with no regards. She smashed their lips together trying to convey to her how much she'd missed her for the entirety of the day. Rachel got the point. She engulfed the blonde in her arms and pulled her close.

"You look beautiful." The blonde complimented.

"You look beautiful." Rachel gave right back. Lucy nearly laughed. She was wearing pajamas and an oversized T-shirt. Her glasses were on and her hair was pulled back into a barely there messy ponytail. Of course she wasn't beautiful, but the way Rachel looked at her it sure convinced her to feel that way.

The blonde burried her face in her wife's shoulder and smiled. She didn't want anything to ever change. She always wanted things to be just as they are. Just her and Rachel always and forever. "You should probably go shower and change." Lucy suggested.

"Is this your way of asking if you can come with?" Rachel teased.

The blonde let out a scoff before shaking her head 'no.' "I'm not really asking, more like telling."

"Well, in that case... I guess we'd better get to it then."

"I guess we'd better."

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"So, I spoke with Brittana today."

"So did I." Rachel said clasping the blonde's side.

"They think you're going to win."

"Well that's because I am silly. What did you think? There would be a different outcome?" Rachel laughed. The blonde huffed and folded her arms over her naked torso. Did she not have any allies in this thing? Did everyone think that she'd eventually waver and cave in. She knew she didn't have the best track record when it came to saying no to Rachel, but this would be different. She wasn't changing her mind.

"We're not having a baby." Lucy replied defiantly.

"I thought our bedroom was our war free zone. You've brought the war into Switzerland." Rachel smiled devilishly and layed her head on the blonde's shoulder.

Lucy immediatly realized her mistake... after her wife said something about it and brought her hand up to cover her mouth. Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled the other woman's hand away from her face. "I'm sorry."

Rachel shrugged. "It's okay... just know that I'm going to win." She winked.

"There will be no babies in this household."

"Are you suggesting that we move into a bigger household? Maybe one with seven bedrooms instead of six. Then we'd be able to be the modern day Brady Bunch."

"You're annoying, you know that?"

"You married me."

"I'm beginning to forget why I did that."

"Because you can't tell me no."

Lucy would just have to show her and everyone else that didn't believe her. There was no way everyone was questioning her when it came to this. She was going to prove it to everyone, beginning with her wife.

Her original plan was to wait for Rachel to throw the first bomb at her and then she'd launch a missle. But she couldn't wait any longer. She would put her plan into action first thing tomorrow morning.

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The blonde pressed the doorbell button as if he life depended on it. She rang it repeatedly trying to make a beat out of it, but was failing miserably. When Mercedes swung the door open with less than amused look on her face the blonde snatched her hand away from the button and was quick to speak.

"I need to borrow your kids." Was all the blonde offered. She'd been standing outside of the two story house for no longer than a few seconds before Mercedes answered.

The woman flashed her a confused look before she took a step back. "Uh, good morning to you too." She said akwardly. "Girl, why are you wearing all black? And whats with the skully hat and shades? You look like you're about to go rob a bank."

Lucy eyeballed her suspiciously and looked past her to see inside. She saw Sam and Mercede's six year old daughter playing with their four year old brother. "This is my battle gear. I'm about to engage in one of the most dangerous battles of the year and I need Maya and Anthony."

Mercedes arched an eyebrow and shook her head. "Wait let me get this straight." She laughed. "You are about to go do something dangerous and you want to take my kids with you?"

"Precisely." She gave a curt nod.

Mercedes couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Yea..." She drug the word out. "Sam!" She yelled into the house, and he came to stand by her side with a dorky smile on his face.

"Q! What's up?" He greeted happily. "What's with the clothes? Are you having your midlife crisis already?" Sam checked his watch. "It's only like ten in the morning you might want to wait until noon and until you at least reach your thirties before you start spazzing out."

"I think she's gone crazy." Mercedes said eyeballing her.

"I'm not having a midlife crisis and I'm not crazy!" Lucy folded her arms.

"She thinks I'm going to let her take Maya and Anthony away with her to do God knows what."

"They won't get hurt, they'll have fun." Lucy back tracked.

"But you said that it would be dangerous."

"I changed my mind. I mean, I phrased that wrong. Look, I really need your help."

"What's going on Q?" Sam asked.

"I'm sure Santana already filled you in on everything." She said kicking a small pebble that was on the ground beside her.

"Oh!" Sam laughed and Mercedes shook her head.

"Why couldn't you have just gone to Mike and Tina's instead?" There was a thought. She could go pick up little Eli after this, he was old enough.

"I'll probably do that... I just need your two first. Come on it'll be so much fun for them. And you guys can spend some alone time together." Lucy lowered her dark shades to wiggle her eyebrows suggestively.

Mercedes cleared her throat and Sam blushed. Before they had the chance to reply Anthony came bolting out of the house and clung to Lucy's legs for dear life.

"Auntie Quinn!" He screamed, and Maya wasn't far behind him. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist.

"Hi guys." She smiled taking off her shades and looking down at the two mulatto chidlren. They were honestly some of the cutest kids in the neighborhood. "How would you guys like to spend the day with me and Auntie Ray?" She said kneeling down to be eye level with them.

Anthony's mouth dropped open and his eyes buldged looking at Lucy as if she'd just said the most amazing thing in the world. The blonde had to refrain from laughing at his comical expression. As if on queue the two turned around at the same time and clasped their hands together. "Can we go please?" Maya begged.

"Please mommy and daddy?" Anthony added.

Lucy looked to the two kids and then up to their parents. What they were doing seemed to be working. Without further thought she clasped her hands together as well. "Mom, dad please..." The blonde begged.

Both Sam and Mercedes laughed and shook their heads. "Alright... just bring them back in one piece."

"Yes!" The three of them cheered.

"I promise I'll have them back in the entirety of their little existences." She said as she hurridly pulled the two kids towards the backseat of her car. She didn't want them to change their mind. Maya and and Anthony waved goodbye to their parents with huge smiles on their faces. They were excited to spending the day with Lucy. Auntie Quinn was by far the coolest of all their parents friends.

Once they were all safely buckled into their seats the blonde pulled out of the Evans' driveway and headed straight for the Chang's resident.

Sam and Mercedes stood in the doorway and watched the retreating vehicle. "I don't know why Quinn doesn't want kids. She's like the perfect kid person. She's always been good with children... Yet she doesn't want them." Mercedes commented.

"I don't think she realizes just how much the children favor her."

"Yea, remember when we all thought that out of everyone Faberry would be the first to have children. Guess we were all wrong."

Sam laughed. "Yea, on account of them being the only couple out of five who don't have children yet. Even Puckerman has a baby for crying out loud."

There was a pause as they looked in the direction in which the car had driven. It was long gone by now, but they still stared. "How long did you give them?"

"I'm with Santana on this one. She's good with wagers and bets. I gave them a month."

Mercedes laughed. "I said three weeks. How much are we up to now?"

"Noah and Karen bet a hundred dollars on two months and Mike and Tina also put the same amount on two weeks. So, the winner will take four hundred dollars."

"Yup, I could use four hundred extra dollars to put in my purse."

"Yea, right. That's if you win."

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Lucy fixed her rearview mirror so that she could see the three children that were now dressed in all black with matching shades and skully hats. She'd stopped by the mall and prepared them for today's ambush on her wife. She had devised a grand scheme to get Rachel to see that kids weren't really what she wanted, and surely she would see that by the end of today.

The blonde cleared her throat before she said her speech to her tiny soldiers. "First off I would like to thank each and every one of you for being here today. I know you kind of came into this thing blind. You guys don't understand what's going on you just know that I gave you water guns and a bunch of water balloons. And that's okay, because I'm entrusting you guys. Now, when we get to my house I need you guys to be very quiet. We're on a top secret mission to take down one of the most dangerous, most scariest, most...um..." She tried to think of something else but her mind drew a blank as she turned into her neighborhood.

"Are we going to spray water on the boogie man?" Anthony asked with hopeful eyes.

"No, much worse than that."

"Who?" Eli asked.

"Auntie Rachel." Lucy tried to make it sound as menacing as she could. But Auntie Rachel wasn't really an intimidating name.

Maya let out a gasp and covered her mouth in shock. "We're going to throw water balloons at Auntie Rachel?"

"Yup." Lucy said proudly.

"But why?"

"Because, it'll be good for her. Plus it'll be fun. When you guys go back to school tomorrow you can tell all your friends you threw water balloons at your famous aunt."

"But, we're on summer break." Eli said.

"Well you can tell each other... Okay, so when we get inside we have to be very quiet. She can't know that we're looking for her." Lucy said as she pulled into their driveway. "You guys just follow my lead and only fire when I say to. After our first attack. Run... because you guys are going to be on your own after that."

Maya furrowed her eyebrows as and tilted her head to the side. "Where will you be Auntie Quinn?"

"Uh, I'm running too she's not going to catch me. Okay so everybody know the plan?"

"Yup, we shoot our water guns and throw water balloons and then we run."

Lucy smiled proudly. "Sounds to me like you're ready. Let's do this."

Everyone hopped out of the car carrying their full water guns and Eli had his bag of water balloons. Lucy carried the two largest water guns becuase she was the leader, it was only fair. As the blonde walked up to her front door she could literally hear her heart beating in her ears. Why the hell was she nervous?

She shook off her nerves and twisted the door knob opening the door and sneaking inside. Rachel was too easy. They could hear her humming and smell breakfast cooking. She was undoubtedly in the kitchen. Lucy held her index finger to lips as she led the kids in the direction of her wife. "Let's do this." She whispered.

Lucy stalked to the wall closest to the kitchen and rested her back against it, and all three kids followed her lead. She smiled at her little mini me's. "Hey, babe can you come into the living room for a moment?"

Rachel let out a squeal, probably startled to hear her wife's voice. "You scared me, I didn't know you were her-" Rachel had stopped as soon as she rounded the corner. She stood stock still as she stared at the four dressed in all black with water guns and water balloons aimed at her.

Lucy smirked and nodded her head slowly. "Say hello to my little friends." She motioned at the three kids. "Fire!" Before anybody knew it the three children fired their water guns and Eli threw water balloons. Rachel ran letting out high pitch screams as the cool water made contact with her skin. They chased her all around the house laughing and giggling, having the time of their little lives. The blonde followed unable to keep her breath as she laughed.

When they'd finally chased Rachel down and backed her into a corner. Lucy commanded them to cease fire. They kept their weapons at the ready position as Lucy stepped between the kids and her wife. "You see Rachel, kids would only be heartache. They'd play inside the house, they'd destory our hardwood floors with water guns and water balloons and they'd-"

Lucy felt a watery blow to the back of her head, she could hear her little soldiers behind her snickering. "Hey!"

"This was your idea." Maya said, and she could hear her wife laughing at her.

"Focus! That's not the poi-" Before she could finish her sentence the kids had all fired away at her. She screamed as she was met with an onslaught of water balloons.

She turned around and grabbed her wife before shooting past the three kids. They ran into the lion's den and ducked behind the couch. "... And they turn on you." Lucy finished her speech.

"What the hell was that Lucy?" Rachel asked with runny eyeliner and soaked hair.

"No time for you to be mad. Right now we have three little terrorizers running around with loaded weapons."

"That you gave them."

"Okay, look. I'm sorry." She peered from behind the side of the couch only to fall right back behind it when she saw the three in the hall. "But, I love you." She replied sheepishly smiling at her wife. "Isn't that enough?"

"No, actually it isn't. Look at me, I'm soaked."

"Rachel, we can take care of that later, right now there are children in the house."

The brunette slapped her wife's shoulder. "Not like that you moron." Lucy couldn't help but laugh, and shrug her shoulders. Rachel wanted to be mad, but something about the blonde's laughter was just too contagious.

"Here, take this." The blonde gave her wife one of her water guns. "You stay hidden. If I don't come out of this thing alive, just know that I loved you."

Rachel stared at her with the best unamused face she could muster up in that moment. "Really Quinn? If you don't come out alive? How else are you going to come out?"

The blonde ignored that question and grabbed both sides of her wife's face, planting a kiss on her lips. "I love you." Were the last words she uttered before she rolled from behind the couch and crawled to the middle of the floor. There she stood as an open target in order to save her wife. Things seemed to happen in slow motion as all the kids came running and screaming towards her.

The first blow she felt from the water gun was good enough to bring her to her knees. And from there the attacks were non-stop. Splash after splash until the kids had nothing else to spray or throw at her. The blonde lay on the floor soaking wet with all her clothes sticking to her skin.

"We're all out of amo." Eli said.

"Uh oh..." Maya commented.

"What do we do now?" Anthony asked.

"You'd better run." Lucy said as she fired her water gun at the three children. "Rachel, let's get them." She said getting up from her position on the floor. With huge smiles on their faces all three kids took off running with Lucy and Rachel hot on their trails.

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"I'm exhausted." Anthony said as he laid on the floor with all his limbs spread out facing the ceiling fan. Everyone else agreed as they all watched the ceiling fan turn up above them. After Rachel and Lucy emptied their water guns, a tickle fight ensued. Now they were all spread out out on the family room floor air drying. It was Maya's idea, and nobody protested.

"That was awesome." Lucy said in a daze.

"You guys have to be the coolest aunts ever. Our parents would have never let us bring water guns into the house." Maya said.

"Yup." Rachel commented, not sure if she would have let them either. But it wasn't really up to her now was it?

"You guys would be like the coolest parents ever."

"Yea, we would." Rachel said smiling to her wife.

That got the blonde's attention. She almost wanted to face palm. Her plan was supposed to show Rachel that kids were hard to control, they were crazed and made the house messy, but it back fired. They'd only managed to have fun... This wasn't supposed to be fun for the adults. Only the kids were supposed to enjoy this. Lucy let out a frustrated sigh, she was sincerely upset that she'd had fun.

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"I completely forgot you guys were supposed to come over for dinner today." Rachel mentally brated herself. Everyone had fallen asleep on the family room floor and Rachel was the only one to awake upon hearing the doorbell ring. They'd all slept the day away and it was well into the evening time by now. "I don't have anything prepared, and Quinn is asleep on the family room floor." She looked at her fathers with very apologetic brown eyes. While they looked at her with very confused expressions on their faces.

"Why is she sleeping on the floor?" Hiram asked with a raised eyebrow.

"And why was your make up running? What happend here?"

Rachel smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Quinn tried to show me what it would be like to have three of her children today."

"And this is what happened to you? What kind of kids will you guys be having exactly?" Hiram snickered at his husband's question. Rachel laughed as she stepped aside to welcome her fathers in.

"Everything is still kind of wet..."

"What did you guys do today?"

"Quinn planned a sneak attack on me that involved three adorable kids, water guns and water balloons."

Hiram had to be the most amused by this. He nearly peeled over with laughter. "I knew she was the one for you. I love that girl. Where did you say she was?"

Rachel smiled and nodded her head in the direction of the family room. "They're all still sleeping. Please don't wake them."

"The children are still here?" Leroy asked and Rachel nodded. "She fell asleep with them? How cute!" He gushed.

"Oh, dad wait until you see their matching outfits."

"I've just got to see this." Hiram hurried to where they were. While Leroy stayed behind with Rachel and they both walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry, we kind of hit the whole house. But the chairs aren't wet, you can have a seat at the table." She offered with a meek smile.

Leroy was amused and smiled as he looked around at the big watery mess. "And she said that she didn't want kids huh? She's such a backwards person. Hiram and I thougt that when it boiled down to it, she would be the one trying to convince you to have children, not the other way around."

The brunette shrugged. "She wants kids... she just doesn't know it yet."

"And what exactly does that mean honey?"

"Daddy, you know how Quinn can be. She'll have her own ideas in her head and she won't listen to what anyone else has to say. But with time she tends to come around. Same with having children... She'll come around."

Leroy flashed his daughter an amused look. "So she doesn't want kids?"

"I'll convince her otherwise."

"How so? I'm interested to know."

Rachel smiled and let out an exasperated sigh. "So, she's basically saying I've declared a war against her." She rolled her eyes at how silly that actually sounded. But Leroy was shocked.

"You declared a war against your own wife?"

"Daddy... I did not, but that's what she's calling it... I guess it kind of is, a little bit." She said as she leaned against the counter.

"A war..." Leroy said into the air. "Rachel, honey, I think you and Quinn need to be a little more mature about this." He smiled and rested his head in hands.

"Daddy, this is being mature! Quinn and I are sworn enemies." She insisted.

The man really wanted to laugh at what his daughter was saying. Rachel and Quinn enemies? Hysterical. "How are you enemies? You're married." He didn't know why he was entertaining this.

"You once said Rachel keep your friends close and your enemies closer." She said in the deepest voice she could muster up.

There was never a dull moment in this household, that's for sure. Leroy would never be able to grasp the concept of his daughter and his daughter in-law's relationship. "What? Rachel that's insane."

The brunette smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "You said it."

"Said what? What's insane?" Both Rachel and Leroy turned to see Hiram walking into the kitchen. He took a seat next to his husband and pulled out his phone. "Honey look at how cute this is. She even brought them shades and hats." Hiram gushed to his husband showing him pictures that he'd undoubtedly just taken of the four sleeping on the family room floor together.

"Well dad, daddy here thinks my relationship with Quinn is insane."

Hiram nodded his head giving cudos to his husband. "Well, baby, he has a point. You and Quinn are a weird premise." Rachel scoffed, surprised that both of her parents thought the same thing about her marraige. Hiram saw the look on his daughter's face and laughed. "But, you two are perfect for each other, truly... You're both crazy."

This story is meant to be fun and cute... with a sprinkle of drama in the future. What? It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along... That's how Adam Levine would put it anyway.