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"Noooaaahhh."

Rachel had been calling for him the last half an hour, using her cutesy baby voice which could only mean one of two things: He was getting laid, or she was making him think he was getting laid, only to get him to do stuff that didn't include her. The latter always happened more often, so he had stayed firmly put in his recliner, not falling for the little whimpers he heard.

"I'm busy," he hollered back, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable.

"But I have a surprise for you," she called sweetly, making Puck consider going upstairs.

"I…no, I'm reading." Puck wasn't lying, he was in fact reading, an actual book even. After they had found out they were pregnant, Rachel had stocked up on every baby book imaginable. Just when he thought she couldn't find another, she did, only these books were all about twins. Puck had become enthralled in a section discussing Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome, and wondering what the hell that meant.

"Noah please, I reeeeaaaaallllllllyyyy need you," Rachel called again, interrupting Puck once more.

"Rachel!" he yelled frustrated.

"Just for a minute?"

"I'm not doing laundry again," he shouted, "Last time you yelled at me. And I thought you liked pink!"

"Noah this has nothing to do with the laundry," her voice echoed, "in fact, very little clothing is involved at all." This time Puck was up, heading towards the stairs and opening his bedroom door.

"I knew it," she smiled, crawling towards him on the bed.

"You're not playing with me are you?" he asked raising his eyebrow. Rachel simply shook her head, now tugging on his belt buckle.

"Well then," he growled leaning to kiss her as she pulled him on top.

"What took you so long?" she giggled in his ear, pulling his shirt off in the process.

"Mm, I was reading those baby books," he answered, suddenly pulling away, "by the way, do you know what Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome is?" Rachel just stared at him, confused as to why he would care about such a thing right now.

"Really?" she asked motioning between them.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Puck said shaking his head, returning his lips to her neck. Rachel moaned deeply, her hands fumbling with her own top.

"Cause I mean it sounds scary," Puck said pulling back again, "like it sounds like one twin eats the other and then gains all its powers." Once again Rachel was confused.

"Noah what the hell?" she asked flustered, "Pregnancy isn't like a video game."

"Uhm, duh," Puck said sarcastically, "…but fuck that'd be cool." Rachel pushed Puck on the bed, crawling on top and straddling him.

"Stop talking," she insisted, "just stop."

"Yes ma'am," Puck chuckled relaxing, "whatever you want." Rachel tried to regain the mood back, slowly letting her hands creep down his waste and lightly brush against his boxers. Puck groaned in satisfaction but just as she was about to pull them off, she heard him humming and stopped abruptly.

"Are you humming the Super Mario Brothers song?" she asked appalled.

"What? No!" he insisted, "Wait,…yeah, yeah that is it!" Rachel sighed, climbing off her husband and making her way to her side.

"Baby, wait," Puck said frantically, "what are you doing?"

"I've lost it," she sighed, "I've completely lost it."

"Well lets get it back!" Puck said as he let his hand slip between her legs.

"Noah, no!" Rachel said shooing him away, "Your incessant talking has turned me off."

"Whoa!" Puck said loudly, "My incessant talking? If talking makes you a buzz kill, baby you're Bea Arthur." Rachel scoffed, sitting up and staring him down.

"What does that mean?" she asked angrily, "And how do you even know who that is?"

"You talk all the time!" he shouted, "and Bea is a legend!"

"You said it was cute!" Rachel yelled back.

"Yeah, cute when your saying my name!" Rachel had had enough, springing up from their bed and throwing a pillow and blanket into the hall.

"Baby come back, you shouldn't sleep on the couch," Puck called form the bed.

"Oh I'm not darling," she oozed sweetly, "you are." Puck sat up and gave her his crazy face.

"Like hell, I'm staying here. Now bring the kids back and lets settle down, please?" Rachel continued to stand by the door, crossing her arms and nodding to it.

"Go on, go," she snapped. Puck groaned, knowing if he gave in she'd get over it in the morning. He grabbed his watch and cell phone, dragging his feet out the door. Before he went down the stairs he leaned down, whispering softly and rubbing Rachel's stomach,

"Really guys? You're supposed to be helping your old man out, not getting him kicked to the couch." He placed a small kiss and stood back up.

"Good night Noah," Rachel said curtly.

"Good night babies," he said, walking down the stairs, still humming the Super Mario Brothers song.