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"Noah, we're not saying a word!"
The two were making their way up the steps to Puck's mothers for Sunday dinner. He had been ecstatic, wanting to share the news with everyone, but Rachel had insisted on secrecy.
"Why, baby come on! This is exciting! That woman in there is gonna freak!," he exclaimed, reaching for the doorknob before he was stopped.
"Yes, I know honey but that's the thing.," she sighed, "I don't want to get everyone excited and then something bad happens." Puck could tell her by her face that she was worried, having spent the last two weeks monitoring everything she did in fear of miscarrying.
"You can't think like that babe.," Puck said as he pushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes, "Nothing bad is gonna happen to us, or that baby."
"I know, but I'm only a month along Puck and I would just appreciate it if we could keep this under wraps until I'm a little further. Please?" She flashed him her puppy eyes and Puck melted.
"Fine, secrets safe.," he mumbled. He opened the door and stepped in, soon greeted by his mom.
"Noah, come here.," she smiled widely, taking him in her arms and squeezing tightly.
"And look at you, always stunning.," she said as she turned to Rachel. She pulled back for a moment, studying her over.
"You look different sweetie, did you do something new?," she asked curiously, searching every inch of Rachel's face.
"Moisturizing.," Rachel answered, "Twice a day, skin's like a baby's bottom." His mom simply nodded, seeming to buy the answer and turning back to Puck.
"Where's the brat?," he asked her, motioning toward his sister's room.
"Who knows," his mom replied while throwing her hands up, "movies, mall, boys, I lose track." Rachel noticed Puck tensed up at the sound of boys and she giggled to herself.
"Well stop standing there Noah, get the girls coat and bring her to the table.," his mom snapped, "Honestly, ya think I raised a farm animal." She wondered back inside the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.
"I did always love your mom.," Rachel said sweetly, handing her jacket to Puck.
"Yeah, totally couldn't tell.," he muttered. The two made their way to the table, while Puck's mom grabbed the huge pot of soup.
"So, what's new? What have you two been up to?," she asked as she filled Rachel's bowl up.
"Well, school is going great, the kids are fantastic.," Rachel said as she grabbed her spoon, "We actually have a recital coming up."
"Wonderful!," she shouted as she moved on to Puck, "Let me know when and I'll be there, front row." She finally sat down and filled her own bowl, turning to Puck now.
"And you? How's the shop?," she asked, "You running the whole place yet?"
"No ma'am, not yet.," he laughed, "But I did a promotion last week." Her face lit up as he said this, causing her to get up and head to the kitchen.
"Well Noah, congratulations!," she said excitedly, "This is time for celebrating!" She came back into the room with a bottle of wine in hand. Rachel felt her stomach flip, knowing she couldn't drink. She tried to think of some excuse for skipping out, knowing his mom would be suspicious.
"I'm just so proud of you two, really, getting your lives together like you have and being so independent.," she gushed as she handed Puck a glass. He looked over at Rachel, his eyes wide after making the same realization she had.
"Here you go doll.," she said, handing Rachel her own glass. Rachel just looked at it, still contemplating her next move.
"Uh," she said slowly, "I'm uh, I'm not really in a wine mood." Puck shook his head, knowing his mom was not about to buy that.
"What?," she said while looking at Rachel confused.
"Yeah, um, my stomach has been bothering me all day and I think I have a bug or something, so I'll pass." She looked back at her soup, trying to avoid her mother-in-law's eyes. She heard a gasp and looked up to see a look of shock on her face.
"You're pregnant!," she screeched.
"How does she do it?!," she asked Puck in shock. He just shrugged defeated, throwing his glass of wine back and preparing for her to squeal.
"Why didn't you tell me!," his mom screeched while smacking Puck's head.
"Jesus mom! Watch it!," he said rubbing his head.
"Watch your mouth," she snapped, turning back to Rachel and making her way over, "I cant believe you're finally pregnant!" She bent down and wrapped Rachel in a hug, cooing the whole time.
"I'm a grandma, oh this is too much!," she squeaked. She sat down between the two and began asking them questions.
"Now how far along are we?," she pried.
"Barely a month, so its all very early.," Rachel emphasized.
"Yeah mom, so we kinda want to keep this on the down low until we get further along.," Puck added.
"Of course, of course, I completely understand.," she insisted.
"Really ma? Cause I know what happens at the beauty shop, ya'll sit around and gossip about each other, telling stories and whatever.," Puck said smirking.
"I do not tell stories!," his mom said defensively, "Everything I know is one hundred percent true…most of the time.," she nodded. Puck rolled his eyes and leaned back.
"Well not a word alright? Seriously this time.," he said sternly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said shushing Puck and turning back to Rachel, "so sweetheart, tell me everything."
The two were making their way down the drive, hand in hand as they left. Puck heard Rachel laugh and looked over to see why.
"What's so funny?," he asked.
"You know what happens next right?," she asked grinning.
"We go home and try for a twin?," Puck joked.
"No Noah," Rachel said smacking him and smiling, "we have to tell my dads now."
