This is going to be part of an ongoing mini-story within this one. So every once in awhile I'll use the parameters of this paradime, so feel free to flick back and refresh yourself on this chapter.

Rachel's POV

I was walking down the hall, checking that Emily had actually gone to bed. She was a vivacious 4 year old, and it didn't help that she had gotten some of Noah's and mine's most prominent features. My intellect, height, eyes and voice had combined with Noah's smile, charm and cheek to create the miracle that was Emily. 4 years old and already she had made friends with Quinn and Sam's little boy Connor, who was a couple of months older than her.

I walk into her room and see her pick up a brush from her table.

"Mommy, I was going to come get you," she said, smiling, "can you pretty please brush my hair before I sleep?" With that adorable pout, how could I refuse?

"Of course sweetie," I said, taking the brush from her and sitting down on the floor in front of me as I sat on her bed, "would you like a story as well?"

"Oh yes please," she said excitedly, "could you please tell the one where Daddy told you he loved you?"

"Alright, just because you asked so nicely," I said, sitting her down in my lap in the chair in front of her vanity table and remembering one of my favourite stories about Noah and I.

It was Regionals our Senior Year and everyone was getting dressed up fancy for our dinner at 'Cristos'. I walked past Kurt and Blaine and waved, not wanting to interrupt the excited conversation they were having about Nationals. I turned around when I was tapped on the shoulder to face a grinning Quinn; a grinning Quinn that was holding a CHeerio's uniform in a dry cleaner's bag.

"So I take it you were successful?" I asked her after giving her a hug.

"Yep," she said, "and I have you, Puck and Sam to thank for pushing me to reapply, so thank you." We gave each other another quick hug before heading to the bathrrom to change into our evening clothes. When we got there we saw Noah and Sam talking, each holding a bag of clothes.

"Hey Babe," Noah greeted me, giving me a quick peck on the lips before opening the bag and getting my clothes out for me, Sam doing the same for Quinn.

"Thanks Noah," I said, sending him a bright smile, "let's all get changed and we'll meet back here and then go to the restaurant, ok?" Everyone agreed and started to head to the gender appropriate restroom, but Noah stopped me just as I went into the room.

"Hey Rach?" he said, one foot inside the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I asked back.

"I love you," he said softly, and yet so passionately. My eyes teared up as I smiled.

"I love you too Noah," I said. He gave me a quick grin and a wink before going to get changed. I smiled as I went in to get changed and tell QUinn what happened. It wasn't huge and dramatic but it didn't matter, because Noah meant it and I knew he would love me for years to come.

"And that's why you shouldn't put to much belief in the big fairy tales, because sometimes it can be a small thing, but you'll love it even more," I said as I nudged her off my lap and half walked her to her bed, tucking her in.

"I always wished I could have someone love me like Daddy loves you Mommy," she said with a yawn, as her eyes started to flutter closed.

"You will honey," I said, soothing her.

"I love you Mommy," she said, her eyes closing fully.

"I love you too sweetie," I said, even though I knew she had fallen asleep already.

I backed quietly out of her room and walked back down the hall, heading back to the dining room to see Noah giving Quinn Sam's jacket as Sam held a sleeping Connor in his arms.

"We're gonna head for home Rach, thank you for dinner," Quinn said with a smile, coming over to me.

"No problem," I said, leaning up to kiss her cheek and give her a hug, "I'll see you tomorrow when you drop off Connor." (Quinn and I owned a business and split up hours between us)

"Ok, bye," she said, Sam giving us a smile, as the small little family made their way out of the house.

"So Quinn's three months pregnant," Noah said, coming back to help me clean up after locking the door.

"Noah, stop for a second," I said, putting down the plates I was holding, "come here," I said, opening my arms for him to step into them. I cuddled into his chest, taking a deep breath.

"You know how you said I should tell you when we could start trying for a baby?" I asked tentatively.

I could tell he was smiling. "And you're ready?"

"No," I said, and i felt him lose the smile so I pulled back to look at him. "No, no, I didn't mean it that way. It's just, I had a doctor's appointment the other day and..." I paused, seeing the hopeful look in his eyes, "it turns out I'm four months pregnant."

He didn't respond for a few seconds, making me worry, before picking me up and swinging me around in a circle.

"Noah! You'll wake Emily," I admonished him, though I giggled a little at his reaction.

"Do you know the sex? Do you have pictures? How come you didn't tell me?" he asked a whole volley of questions.

"I wanted to surprise you, I do have pictures, and yes I know the baby's gender," I said, smiling widely.

"And?" he asked, anxious to know.

"It's a boy," I said smiling, and I saw his eyes once again light up.

"Thank you," he said, his voice a little muffled as he hugged me tightly to him and burrowed his head in my neck.

He leaned back a little to speak properly. "Thank you for my unborn son, thank you for my gorgeous daughter, and thank you for being my wife."

"You make it very easy for me," I said, smiling at my husband, "I love you Noah."

"I love you too Babe," he said, giving me a heart stopping kiss.

Next chapter will be another story and Rachel will tell Emily about how they picked the baby's name. I hope you lot enjoy.