Again, great week...extra chap...alot of Faberry/Brittana interaction here and NO Drama or Crying...isn't that great?

Enjoy!

Quinn watched from the park bench as Beth revved up the merry-go-round spinning Dean and Leah faster and faster. Maxwell was on the other side of the the playground pumping his legs on the swings. Santana and Brittany were by the small pond breaking off pieces of bread and throwing it to the gathering ducks. Rachel came strolling around the corner, arm looped with Puck and Quinn smiled scooting to allow the pair to take seats next to her.

"How was the Doctor's visit, Rach?" Quinn grinned as Max jumped from the top of the swings and took off, tackling Beth. Rachel gasped gently then smiled when both popped up giggling.

"It was good. Dr. Lopez says that the baby is doing so well, he's ecstatic about the weight gain and all the tests have shown no problems."

"And we know the sex?" She rested an arm on the back of the bench around Rachel's shoulders.

"Noah knows, I want to be surprised and he's sworn to secrecy."

Puck arched an eyebrow curiously at the pair. "No worries, Jewbabe, I can keep a secret."

"Oh, yeah I'll have him broken by the end of the week." Quinn smirked.

"Hey, what ever you want, Babe, just no scratches I'm still trying to prove to Lauren that she should give me another chance." He smiled roguishly.

"How is that working out for you, Noah?" Rachel rested her palms on the top of her stomach.

"It's such a bii-bother?" He corrected quickly reading the look on Rachel's face. "But I love her, so...what else am I suppose to do? I was thinking of maybe introducing her to Beth...what do you think?"

"Well, sure I mean, yeah..." Quinn responded. Truth be told she didn't really see what the difference was, with Beth living in New York, but she understood by asking that Puck was pretty serious about making things work with Lauren.

"Yeah? I mean yeah." He cleared his throat and got up running off to play with the kids.

"He'd be a good Dad." Rachel mused unconsciously leaning into Quinn.

"Can you imagine? Little Lucks or is that Pizes...I feel the crime rates about to rise significantly." Quinn giggled.

"Hey, maybe their kids would be perfect angels, look at Leah," They both turned to watch the tan girl hanging upside down from the monkey bars loudly singing: If All the Raindrops, "doesn't scream badass to me."

"Yeah, well she's got Brittany to temper her would be Santanatude ." Quinn laughed again.

"Santanatude? Seriously, Quinn?"

"Stop laughing, I'm totally serious." Quinn pushed her slightly.

"Totally..." Rachel snarked watching as Dean grabbed Max's wrist and pulled him along to the slide.

"Hey, you two," Brittany smiled brightly waddling up tucked against Santana's side, "Sanny and I fed the Ducks and they definitely like the old bread better than the skittles I had at first. Thanks, Quinn."

"No problem, Britt." Both women sat on the other side of Rachel, forcing the smaller woman to scoot closer to Quinn.

"Duckie, look at your daughter." Santana grinned kissing the side of her wife's head and tilting her chin towards where Leah sat cross-legged on the ground chewing on a blade of grass.

As the four women watched the girl in question leaned back, uncrossing her legs. She began to move her arms and legs out and and then back together again.

"Wha...?" Rachel questioned leaning forward a little more.

"Grass Angels!" Brittany squealed excitedly.

"Grass Angels?" Quinn giggled reaching across the bench to tap Santana's shoulder. "Well don't look now, but I can see London and France..."

Santana's head whipped towards the other blonde and then back to her daughter. "Leah, darling..." Santana called rising and striding over to their child.

"Can you really see London and France, Q? Your contacts must be super thick."

"Oh yeah, complete poindexter." Rachel snorted.

"Ha, Ha." Quinn groaned as Santana returned, having pinned makeshift pant legs out of Leah's dress. "So you use to keep razor blades in your hair and now you keep safety pins?"

"There are still blades in there so watch it, Q."

"It's true, one time we were getting ready for sexy time and-" The rest of Brittany's sentence was blocked by Santana's palm placed firmly over her mouth.

"To much, Duckie." Santana kissed the other woman's nose and Quinn couldn't help but notice Rachel's gaze drop from the pair, but when the singer turned to her she was all smiles, though she did notice that the smile wasn't reaching her eyes.

"Think Max and I are going to head back to my Dads'."

"You okay?" Quinn lightly touched the other woman's upper arm

"Yeah, yeah just tired, long day and all." Rachel turned to call her son, but just as she opened her mouth the two boys came scrambling over.

"Mommy, Ms. Mar-"

"I told you it's ok to call me Quinn while we're not in school, Max."

"Okay, Mommy, Ms. Quinn is it okay if we stay with Uncle Noah tonight?"

"Puckerman?" Quinn questioned glancing at the man who looked away sheepishly.

"Y-yeah Mom, Un-cle P-P-Puck said if you said it was ok, then we, then we could have a Guy's N-Night...ca-can we, p-pl-please?"

Rachel looked at Quinn and they both nodded, laughing as the three males whooped and celebrated. Quinn was glad that Noah was in her son's life. Sure, he wasn't a replacement for Felix, but it was great that he spent time with the boy, with both of the boys really.

Quinn glanced sidelong at a still chuckling Rachel. "Well looks like we've been dumped."

"Guess we have, Uncle Noah is waaaaay more kewl then Mom." Rachel shrugged.

"Oh My God!" Beth screeched skipping up to the four and plopping down on Quinn's lap. "I know what we should do!"

"Oh, yeah she's definitely Berry's sister, does she always talk in exclamation points?" Quinn heard Santana mumble.

"What's your idea, hon?" Rachel asked ignoring the Latina on the other side of the bench.

"We should do the same...we should have like a total girl's night, I bet you haven't since like forever." Beth squirmed excitedly.

"Oh yeah and we can paint each others nails and talk about cute boys..." Santana replied drolly.

"Nail paint? Ooooooo can we Mama? Can we please...pretty please?" Leah asked popping her head between her parents.

"Yeah, San can we please, except for the talking about cute boys part." Britt chimed in and both Rachel and Quinn could tell Santana was loosing this battle.

"Say yes, Aunt Santi." Beth quipped giving the Latina her patented puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, pretty please San?" Quinn giggled.

"Remember what's hidden in my hair, Q. I will hurt you." Santana growled though she was grinning.

"Yes, fine alright, but we're having this debacle at our place cuz I plan on sleeping in our bed." Santana crossed her arms smiling, dammit she was whipped.

Oh, and I added a pic of Leah to my profile, so if you're interested...

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