Hey guys! So, I don't know about you, but I'm really excited about glee coming back, this Tuesday. I'm really hoping that someone will put an end to that terrible wedding! In my opinion, those two just don't work together. Their relationship is toxic, and ALMOST as bad as Sam and Quinn (I say almost because nothing is worse than Fabrevans; no offence to any fans, though; I'm totally fine with people who have opinions different than mine… but then again… if you don't like Samchel, I'd have to wonder why you would be reading this story in the first place).
This chapter is a bit shorter than the last one; I hope that you don't mind too much, but the next one will be much longer, I promise. But, there is a lot of Livy in this chapter, unlike the last one.
Now onto chapter twenty one:
Hold Your Hand
Chapter Twenty One
Rachel smiled as she walked through the front door of the comic book shop. Sam was going to be working late, that night, which she knew he didn't like; so she had decided to surprise him during the day.
It had been about two weeks since their first sonogram, and everything was going as planned; almost exactly the same as Rachel's first pregnancy. Olivia had just turned three on April 5, 2015, three days ago. The two of them had decided to tell their daughter about the new baby on the night before her birthday; it had actually turned out pretty well.
"Olivia, come here," Sam lifted his daughter off of the carpeted floor and walked to the couch, placing her on his lap as he sat down next to Rachel, "we want to show you something."
Sam and Rachel had decided that it was time to tell Olivia about the new baby. It had been two weeks since they had gotten their first sonogram, and Noah was still the only person that knew about it. It wasn't that they didn't want to tell their friends… it was just… they really didn't want their parents to find out, yet. Both Sam and Rachel had mothers that liked to put their two cents into everything that the couple did, and they knew for a fact that neither of them were going to be too happy about them having another baby.
"Rach, where's the picture?" the green eyed boy asked.
"Right here," she carefully took the photograph of Rachel's sonogram that the doctor had given them out of a large yellow envelope, "look at this, Livy; do you know what that is?"
"No," she shook his head, "It kinda looks like a monster…"
"Well, it's not a monster," Sam chuckled, "it's a baby."
"A baby?" the toddler shook her head, again, "'s not a baby."
"Believe it or not, Liv, Daddy's right; it is a baby… but it's not just any baby; this is a special baby."
"Is it a puppy baby?" Olivia asked, hopefully.
Sam and Rachel looked down at their daughter, then back at each other, before bursting into laughter, simultaneously, "no," she shook her head, "it's not a… puppy baby… it's a regular baby, like you."
"I'm not a baby!" She pouted and crossed her arms.
"Of course you're not," Sam kissed the top of her head, "but you were once one… and you looked like this once, too."
"I did?" Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Mmm hmm…" Rachel nodded so Olivia… do you want to know who this baby is?"
"Who?"
"This baby…" she smiled, "is going to be your new brother or sister…"
"What?"
"We're going to have another baby, Livy," Sam explained, "and it's going to be your little brother or sister."
"Where is it?" she began to look around the couch.
"Where's what, baby girl?" Sam shook his head in confusion.
"The baby."
"Livy," he chuckled, "the baby hasn't been born yet; it's still in mommy's belly."
"Her belly?"
"Yup," Rachel nodded, "you see, right now, the baby's really small; but in a few months, it'll be big enough to come out."
"But how did it get in there?" she asked.
Rachel and Sam looked at each other for a few seconds, "you know what?" Rachel finally said, "you really should ask Brittany, the next time you see her; she knows all about this stuff; way more than Daddy and I do."
"Okay…" she nodded in understanding, "can I go play, now?"
"Go ahead," Sam nodded and placed her on the ground, "so," he sighed and looked down at Rachel, "how do you think that went?"
"Pretty well," she sighed, "at least she didn't start crying."
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "I didn't say that I cried when my mom told me that she was pregnant… I was just upset…"
"God, you are such a momma's boy…" she smirked.
"Yeah, you're right; I am a momma's boy," he nodded, "and you're my favorite momma," he kissed her cheek, "damn, you sure are one hot momma…"
"You are such a perve… you know…" she giggled, "I really wonder what the other kids said about you when you were little; you were probably one of those kids who cried and clung to their mother's leg on the first day of Kindergarten."
"I… well… no I... that… that didn't… oh, shut up…" he crossed his arms and sighed, "Leave me alone; it was a very hard time for me."
"Oh, I bet it was…" she smirked, "oh, that reminds me… we're going to have to sign Olivia up for preschool this summer."
"What? No way," he shook his head, "she's too young…"
"Sam, she's three; that's usually when children start going to school."
"Well…" he protested, "she's not three, yet."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she rolled her eyes, "two years and three hundred sixty four days; my mistake."
"Come on, babe, she's tiny; we could totally pass her off as a two year old; let's just hold her back a year."
"Sam, for the last time, no. Our daughter is starting preschool in September, whether you like it or not. Besides," she moved onto his lap, "by that time, we're going to have a newborn to worry about…" she thought for a quick second, "hey Olivia," she called her daughter, "what would you rather have; a little brother or a little sister?"
The little girl pondered it for a few seconds, "both!" she exclaimed.
"Well…" Sam shrugged, "at least we know that she won't be disappointed; either way, she's going to be happy with the outcome."
"No," the brown eyed girl shook her head, "now she wants two, which, thank god, isn't happening."
"You know what?" Sam rubbed his wife's back, "I think… that she's going to be happy, just as long as the baby is healthy; you know, she's smart like that…"
"Yes, I know," Rachel nodded, gently brushing Sam's blonde bangs out of his emerald green eyes, "that's why she's going to preschool."
"Baby, come on," he sighed, "you're killing me, here."
"Aw Sammy," she shot him her famous thousand watt smile, "you really do care about her, don't you?"
"Of course I do," he looked at Olivia, "she's my little girl, Rach; I… I love her so much…"
"Well, I happen to know that the feeling is mutual," she kissed his cheek, "and so do I…"
"I love you too, Rae," he brushed his lips against his. She reached up to touch his head, her fingers lightly playing with his blonde hair.
"Love you too…" Olivia walked up to them.
"Aw," Sam chuckled, lifting the toddler up onto the couch, placing her next to him (he would have placed her on his lap, but that spot was currently being occupied by Rachel), "we love you too, princess."
"Yeah," Rachel nodded, "don't ever forget that; mommy and daddy are always going to be here for you…"
Olivia reached up and poked Rachel's stomach.
"Liv, what are you doing?" Sam asked with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Touchin' the baby," she explained.
Rachel let out a light laugh and stroked her daughter's cheek, "are you going to be a good big sister?"
"Yup," she nodded.
"Yeah, I bet you are," Sam leaned down and kissed the top of Olivia's head, "and you're excited too, aren't you?"
"Yeah; I'm gonna put it in Betsey's crib, and play baby with it…" Betsey was Olivia's baby doll. Rachel had given to her on her first birthday, and she has been attached ever since. The small girl took Betsey practically every where she went. She had her own miniature crib (which, now that Rachel had thought about it, really could fit an actual baby inside) though, it really only was used during the day; Betsey was like a security blanket to Olivia, and always slept by her side.
"Um…" Rachel bit her lip, suppressing another laugh, "Livy… I don't think that's a very good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because… don't you think that Betsey would feel a little left out?"
"No…" Olivia shook her head, "Betsey likes other babies; we can name the new baby Betsey two; then I can have two Betseys."
"But…" Sam looked down at his daughter, as if they were having the most important, most serious conversation in the world, "what if it's a boy?"
"Then…" she thought for a moment, "we'll call him Betsey two, the boy!" she threw her arms up in the air excitedly.
He leaned back up and whispered, "and you say that my baby names are weird?"
"Naming our son 'Betsey two the boy' is bad," the small girl smirked, "but it's still not as bad as 'Darth Vader Evans'," she sighed, "looks like I'm going to be alone with the naming process, again."
"Alright, you are so lucky that I love you, or else I would be really pissed, right now."
"Oh really?" she giggled, "how pissed?"
"Just…" he sighed, "I don't know, okay? Just…" he shook his head, "promise me that you're not going to be one of those people who combine our moms' names together, or mine with my dad's and then name the new baby that… because that's just… that's just weird; really, really weird."
"I know," Rachel nodded, "I… I don't know anybody who does that, but I've heard of it; I mean, Olivia's middle name is my grandmother's name, but that's about as far as it goes with that…"
"Okay, good. Because my aunt did that, and… I feel really bad for those kids."
"Hmm…" Rachel wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, "have I ever told you how adorable you are?"
"It might have came up a couple of times…" he shrugged.
"Well, you are; so never forget that… can you promise me something?"
"Well, that all depends…" Sam smirked.
"Sam, I'm serious."
"I'm kidding ,babe," he placed a kiss on her forehead, "you know that I'd do anything for you."
"Okay…" she laced her fingers into his, "I… after this baby is born… and when we save up enough money… I want you to take me to Tennessee."
"What?" he shook his head in confusion, "why?"
"Because," Rachel smiled down at Sam, "I want to see where you grew up; plus, I want to meet all of your old friends."
"Oh, I see where you're going with this; you just want to hear some embarrassing stuff about me."
"Well, of course I do; isn't that what I live for?" she shot him a mischievous look.
"I knew it…"
"But in all seriousness, Sam," she looked into his eyes, brown meeting emerald, "I really do want to go to Tennessee, one day; I want to see where you used to live, and where you grew up…" she placed a light kiss on his lips, "I mean, you got to see where I grew up…"
"You mean, the delightful town of Lima, Ohio?"
"Oh yes, of course," she giggled, "I'm sure you were just ecstatic when you found out that you were moving there… please take me there?"
"Oh, why do you keep asking me; you know I will…" he held her even closer to him, "don't I usually give you everything you ask me for?"
"You know what?" she smiled, "you really do…"
"Yeah," he smirked, "you're pretty lucky…"
"I really am," Rachel sighed happily and pressed her back against his chest.
"So… have you been working here for long?" Rachel heard a female voice ask, pulling her back into reality.
"I don't know…" she saw Sam standing on the other side of the counter. The girl he was talking to looked like she was a few years younger than the two of them, maybe a high school senior, or a freshman in college. She had blonde hair, and… wore clothing that… was a bit too revealing, at least in Rachel's opinion, "…just a couple of months, I guess, I-"
"You have the most beautiful eyes…" the blonde girl cut Sam off, looking deeper into eyes. Rachel crossed her arms, taking advantage of the fact that her husband didn't know that she was watching him.
"What?" he shook his head in confusion.
"I'm sorry, it's just… your eyes are just… so green… what's your name, again?"
"Sam…" he raised an eyebrow; where in the world was this girl going with this?
"Oh, like Sam Adams? You know, like, that famous guy from world war one, or something like that?"
"I guess so…" he shrugged.
"That's, like, totally awesome… I'm Olivia…"
"Oh, cool…" Sam smiled, "you know, that's my daughter's name."
"You're a dad?"
"Yup," Sam nodded.
"You know, I don't know if you get this a lot, but I think that's totally hot; I'm, like, great with kids… well, except my sister; she's a brat…"
Why the hell won't this ho just get the freaking message? Rachel thought as she glared at the two of them, anger boiling inside of her, coursing through her blood.
"So… I was wondering… if you want to call me, sometime…"
Alright, that's it! Rachel had had enough. She walked up to the counter, placed her hand (very possessively) oh his shoulder and said, "hi, honey."
"Hey, babe…" he smiled, giving her a confused look, "what are you doing here?"
"I just came to say hello to you, sweetheart," she ran her hand up and down his arm, squeezing his biceps in a possessive like manner.
"Who's she?" Olivia asked, looking Rachel up and down.
"Oh, I'm his wife," Rachel shot the blonde girl a wide smile, grabbing Sam's hand, making sure that the other girl was able to see the silver wedding band on Sam's ring finger, "the mother of his child; we're expecting another one in a few months," she rubbed her stomach, "twelve agonizing hours of labor, but it's all worth it, when I'm with the love of my life," she pressed her lips against Sam's, quickly slipping her tongue inside of his mouth.
The continued to kiss for about thirty seconds before Sam pulled away, shaking his head in confusion.
"Don't you both think that you're a little too young to be married?" she shot Rachel a major bitch face.
"Well, aren't you too young to be dressing like a hoo-"
"Okay, have a nice day…" Sam handed the blonde girl her bag; she took the bag before reluctantly walking out of the shop.
"Rachel," Sam sighed, "what the hell was that?"
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Samuel."
"Well, first of all, you never call me honey," he looked at her from across the counter, "and… well… well jeez, Rach; what would have happen if she accidently touched my arm; would we have had to have sex right there on the floor? I thought that you were against public displays of affection…"
"What are trying to say?" Rachel crossed her arms, "I was just telling people about our wonderful relationship, and how happy we both are that we're having another baby; is there something wrong with that?"
"Yeah, but… twelve hours of agonizing labor? Really Rachel? You- oh my god…" his eyes widened in realization, "you… you were jealous… you know just a few minutes ago…"
"What?" she scoffed, "no I wasn't… I don't get jealous, Samuel; you're clearly delusional…"
"Babe?"
"Yes?"
"You don't have anything to be jealous about… you know that you're my woman."
"Who said that I was jealous? I just think it's sad that some sluts need to flirt with every man that they see, whether their married or not."
"Rachel, you're doing it, again."
"Doing what?"
"You know…"
"Sam, stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Condescending me!"
"I'm not condescending you… you're sort of condescending me…"
"God, why won't you just admit that you were flirting with that girl?"
"But I wasn't…"
"Sam…"
"I swear to god, Rachel, I wasn't!"
"Yes you were-"
"Alright, that's enough!" Sam sighed, "I… I don't want to fight with you, Rachel…"
"I don't want to fight with you either…" she shook her head, "just… did you think that that girl was… prettier than me?" she bit her lip, looking down at her feet.
"Rachel…" the green eyed boy sighed, "are you really that insecure? Why would you think that that girl could even compare to you?"
"I don't know, I guess…" the brown eyed girl shrugged, "she's a blonde, and… her breasts… they were a lot bigger than mine, Sam."
"Alright, first of all, I want you to come over here, and give me a hug… I haven't seen you all day, and I've missed you."
"I missed you too." "I thought you had to work, today, though."
"I am," Rachel explained, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm on my lunch break."
"Hmm…" he thought for a moment, "you know, we're all alone… and we have some time to kill… and… I've always had fantasies about having a quickie with you on this counter."
"Seriously, Sam?" she sighed and rolled her eyes, "you really think that this is an appropriate time to bust a move?"
"It's never a bad time for lovin' baby…" he sat down in the rolling chair. Rachel sat down on his lap, smiling when she felt him wrap his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in place, "can you please just stay here, all day? I think my day would be so much better if I could work while you're sitting in my lap."
"Mmm, trust me, if I could, I would," Rachel rested her head where her husband's shoulder met his neck, "hey, what were we talking about, again? I thought you were making some sort of speech about something…"
"Oh wow... it's nice to know that my wife likes to hear what I have to say…" he sighed, "but as I was saying… I'm not really into blondes… I don't know what it is, but… I really, really like brunettes… petite brunettes…"
"Aw, Sammy…" she pressed a kiss on his cheek, "honestly… I never really thought that I'd be that into blondes… I've always dated guys with brown hair… it never really worked out well with any of them, but… at least I'm with the right guy, now…"
The blonde boy smiled down at Rachel and kissed the back of her head, "Why does your hair always smell so good… it must just be a Rachel thing... my point is, Rachel…" he continued, "that… that girl was pretty… but you're beautiful…"
"Oh, Sam…" she squeezed his hand affectionately.
"Is it possible?" Sam asked.
"Is what possible?" she shook her head in confusion.
"To love someone this much?" he rubbed her belly.
"I love you too, Sammy…" she placed her hands over his, feeling content in his arms, "more than you could ever imagine…" she closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying his embrace, wishing that they could stay in that position, forever.
"Sam?" she finally broke the silence, after a while.
"Yeah, baby?" he pressed his lips against her ear.
"What… what's your favorite thing about me?"
"My favorite thing about you?"
"Mmm hmm…" she nodded.
"But… I don't have a favorite thing about you… I … I just love everything about you, Rachie…"
"You're so sweet…" she smiled up at him, "I'm really great at picking husbands."
"You think so?" he asked, "Jesse's such a fucking idiot… how could he hurt you like that? How can anyone hurt you without feeling like a complete piece of shit; I just don't get it."
"Samuel, you are absolutely the most incredible man that I've ever met… you're sweet, compassionate, sexy, loving, a great father… I… I really don't understand what any other girl can see in any other guy… you're… you're perfect, Sammy."
"No," he shook his head, "you're perfect… I… I'm just the man who's lucky enough to be married to you."
"Mmm… keep talking like that, and I just might skip work and stay her with you, all day."
"Please?" he asked, pressing a kiss on her neck, "I love it when you come and visit me, here."
"And I love visiting you," the small girl replied, "I love seeing my man in his workplace… it's pretty sexy…"
"Sexy enough that… that you want to get up on the counter so we can-"
"When we both get home, I promise…" Rachel sighed, removing her husband's hand from her crotch.
"Fine." He pouted.
"You know, it's actually really cute when you pout like that."
"Why must you mock me so much?" he asked with a shake of his head.
"Oh," she giggled, "you… you just make it so easy, sometimes… don't feel bad, Sammy; you know how much I love you."
"Well…" he sighed, "I love you, too…" he thought for a quick second, "how much longer can you stay here?"
"I don't know…" she shrugged, "maybe… ten minutes?"
"That's it?"
"Sam, relax," she let out a light laugh, "I'll see you in a few hours, okay?"
"Okay," he kissed the top of her head, "Oh, guess what?"
"What?" Rachel asked, curiously.
"The owner of this place… he's retiring… and… and… I… he… he might give this place to… to me…"
"Seriously?" her eyes widened in disbelief, "like… he might put you in charge?"
"It's possible… I mean, he didn't tell me it was definite but… I really hope so…"
"Me too," Rachel agreed as she smiled up at the blonde boy.
"I mean… do you know how great it would be if I were my own boss?" he continued, "I'd be making more money; I could pick my own hours, so I could spend more time with you two… no more late hours!"
"That… would be really nice…"
"I know," Sam nodded in agreement, "and I'd really be able to help out with the new baby… I mean, don't get me wrong, of course I'm going to help out, whether I get the promotion or not, but… if I were making more money, and spending less nights at the shop… that would be so much better…"
"I'd like that too." Rachel sighed, "but… just know that whether or not this happens… you'll always be my husband, and successful in my eyes."
"You're the freaking best, baby."
"Yes, I'm well aware."
"Look who's gotten cocky," he smirked.
"Who me?" she shot him a mischievous smile, "of course not, Samuel…"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever…" he rolled his eyes, "but I love you… you crazy, cocky, insane lady…"
"I suppose I love you too," she began to slide off of his lap, "but do I really have any choice?"
"No," he chuckled, "no you don't…"
"I'd better get going…" she sighed, "don't want to be late for work…"
"Who cares?" he pulled her back against him, "they can wait just a few extra minutes, can't they?"
"No, I really don't think so…" she shook her head, "but I'll see you at home, alright?" she pecked his lips, before beginning to walk towards the door.
"Okay," he smiled at her, "bye, baby."
"Bye, Sammy," she returned the smile and walked out the door.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Dude, that's a foul!" Sam said, taking the ball from Noah's hands. The two boys were playing basketball in the court at the neighborhood park.
"No way, man!" Noah shook his head, "you're insane… you know what, I think that's enough for one day…"
"Aw come on," Sam smirked, "is that really all you got?"
"Don't be a prick, Evans…" the Jewish boy sighed, "I'm exhausted."
"Why?" he smirked, again, "looks like someone's been up all night talking to his girlfriend, again…"
"Shut up…" he mumbled.
"Hey, when are we all going to meet this mystery chick, anyway? I mean, how do you even know her?"
"She's an old friend…"
"Huh… from Lima?"
"Yup," Noah nodded.
"You… you should invite her out here, sometime?"
"I don't think that's such a good idea, bro…" Noah shook his head.
"Why?" Sam asked, "Are we all really that judgmental?"
"Well, no, but-"
"You know what?" the green eyed boy interrupted, "you bring her over here, and I promise you, we'll make her feel welcome… I mean, yeah, I'm going to embarrass the shit out of you, but that's just payback for when you told Rachel all of that embarrassing crap about me…"
"You know what?" he nodded, "alright."
"Alright?"
"Alright, I'll fly her out here, so you guys can see her… just… make sure that your wife doesn't flip out, okay?"
"Why? Rachel's awesome."
"Well, of course you would say that…"
"Dude, what the hell are you trying to say?"
"Calm down, Evans, I'm just kidding; you know how close me and Berry are… I'm sorry, me and other Evans are… I just… I don't want her to get upset."
"Why would she be upset? She wants you to be happy; we all do."
"Really?"
"Of course," Sam nodded, "I mean, now if you have a girlfriend, we can all make in front of you without worrying about making you feel bad."
"Oh, gee thanks," Noah rolled his eyes, "that makes me feel so great."
"Alright, now you're beginning to sound like Rachel…"
"Hey, it's not my fault that you annoy the crap out of your woman."
"Oh yeah? Well let's see how smooth you are with this chick, and then we can talk," Sam shot one more basket and grabbed the orange ball before following his friend off the court.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Higher, mommy!" Olivia exclaimed as her mother pushed her on the swing. While Sam and Noah were playing basketball, Rachel, Santana, and Brittany were playing with Olivia at the jungle gym.
"So…" Santana said as she watched Rachel continue to push the toddler on the swing, "what's been up with you guys?"
"I don't know…" the smaller brunette shrugged, "nothing, I guess."
"Are you sure?" the Latina smirked, "isn't there anything that you want to tell me… like… maybe something about a baby?"
"What?" Rachel shook her head in confusion, "h-how… how do you know about that?"
"Well," she let out a light laugh, "Olivia showed me the picture of 'Betsey two', when I was babysitting her a few days ago… by the way, you guys do know that it could come out a boy, right?"
"Yeah," Rachel sighed, "we know… but trust me, that's not the worst idea I've heard; it's much better than 'Princess Leia Evans' or 'Luke Skywalker Evans'."
"Well," Santana shrugged, "that's what you get for marrying a geek."
"Thanks for the input, but I'm proud to say that I'm happy with him…"
"Yeah, that's nice," Santana rolled her eyes, "but when were you planning on telling all of us?"
"I don't know… maybe in a few weeks?"
"Okay…" Brittany bit her lip in confusion, "but what I don't understand is how?"
"Brittany, I know that high school was really confusing for you, but I sincerely thought that you knew how babies are made."
"Yeah, I know that, but… I thought you were on the pill…"
"Yeah, that's right," Santana nodded in agreement, "you told us a few months ago that you guys were protected…"
"Well…" Rachel looked down at her feet, "I… I might have forgotten to take one… one of my birth control pill… one morning…"
"Then why didn't you just hold off from having sex, for a day?"
"Because," she sighed, "first of all I forgot; it wasn't intentional… and second… it was Valentine's day… what else was I supposed to do?"
"Hot," Brittany smiled.
"Um… thanks, Britt…"
"So… what does Sam think about all of this?"
"He's… he's actually really excited about all of it… a little nervous, but definitely excited."
"Do you have any gender preferences?"
"No," the brown eyed girl shook her head, "we'll be happy with either or; as long as it's healthy…"
"Yeah," Santana smiled, "in the end, that's really all that matters, right?"
"Right," Rachel nodded.
Santana sighed. She wanted to be happy for her friend, she really did, but… it was just so hard to hide all of the envy… and the yearning. It was hard to hang around someone that had something that she so desperately wanted more than anything else in the world.
She would never tell any of them about all of this, though. About how guilty she felt when she looked into Brittany's eyes, knowing that she could never have a baby with this woman; with this wonderful, wonderful girl, who had changed her life forever; how she could never watch a baby commercial without feeling a huge bolt of depression and remorse.
She knew how blessed she was, though. To have a beautiful fiancé, and great friends who loved her for who she really was; and her adorable goddaughter; god, she didn't know what she would do without that little munchkin in her life. Olivia could always make her smile even on the darkest of days.
"I'm really happy for you guys," Santana smiled at Rachel, "and I already know that Livy bear is exited; she kept going on about the new baby."
"Yeah," Rachel smiled down at her daughter, "she's going to be a great big sister; right Livy?" she gently lifted her out of the swing.
"Yup," she nodded, her cheeks flushed a rosy shade of red from the wind blowing against them.
"Rachel," Brittany asked, "can you please, please, please, name this next one 'Lord Tubbington'?"
"Oh… um… well… it's really… I don't know, Brittany… we'll have to see… if Sam likes it, then we just might…" I'll let him take this one.
"Oooooh!" Brittany clapped her hands and jumped around excitedly, "I really hope he says yes!"
"Well… we'll just have to see…"
Just then, Rachel felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, "hey, babe."
"Ew, you're sweaty," she teased, walking away from him, slightly.
"Just come here," he pulled her back against his chest, "what's up?"
"Nothing really… Santana knows…"
"About the baby/"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"You told her?"
"No."
"Then how did she find out?" he shook his head in confusion.
"Olivia told her."
"Oh," he chuckled, and took her from Rachel's arms, placing a kiss on her cheek, "I guess someone was a little too excited, huh?"
"Daddy, you're all wet… and stinky…"
"Yeah; mommy already informed me…"
"At least he doesn't have that terrible beard anymore, right Livy?" Rachel smirked.
"You're so mean to me…"
"Well, I'm sorry, but it's true. That beard was absolutely ridiculous."
"Yeah," Santana agreed, "you're lucky that Rachel was insane enough to kiss you with that thing on your face…"
"Yeah, yeah, we all know that you all hated my beard; Lady gaga wears a meat dress and it's an artistic statement, but I grow a little beard, and everyone acts like the world is about to end."
"Your beard was yucky, daddy."
"I'm aware, Livy," he sighed, "I'm well aware."
"Alright, come here," Rachel pressed her lips against her husband's, giggling against his mouth when they broke apart, "do you feel better now?"
"A little," he shrugged, "but do you know what would make me feel even better?"
Oh god, she thought, please don't tell me that he's going to ask me to give him a blow job, later, right in front of our daughter and our friends!
"Watch Avatar with me, tonight."
"We'll see," she sighed in relief, "we've already watched about four times, this week; I think that we've both had enough."
"Fine, then… give me another kiss."
"Now that I can do," she smiled up at him, "I love you," she whispered before pressing her lips against his.
"Mmm," Sam moaned against her mouth, tangling one hand into her chocolate brown, silky locks.
"Get a room!"
"Save it for the bedroom!"
"You guys are just jealous," Sam smirked and wrapped his arm around Rachel's waist, "and by the way… I love you too, baby."
"You're so cute," she whispered, gently placing her hand on his cheek.
"So are you…"
"Oh god, I think I'm gonna barf," Santana rolled her eyes.
Sam could just faintly hear his wife whisper, "I don't care," before pressing her lips against his, one more time.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"So, what's this chick like?" Santana asked as she sat on the couch in the living room of Noah's house. They were all waiting to meet his girlfriend, who he had apparently been seeing for over six months, who had just flown in from Lima.
"Well… she's pretty cool, I guess… but she has a bit of a temper."
"Oh hey, it looks like somebody Santana can be friends with."
"What the hell, Evans?" the Latina crossed her arms.
"That was for insulting my beard."
"Sam, that was rude," Rachel sighed, "apologize."
"Fine," Sam sighed, "I'm sorry."
"Whipped," Noah murmured, with a low chuckle.
"Samuel is not whipped," the brown eyed girl protested, "he's just a very loving husband; right, Sammy?"
"Right, babe," he placed a kiss on her lips.
Just then, they heard a knock on the door.
"Well," Noah stood up off the couch, "that's her," he began to walk towards the door, "guys, please don't embarrass me."
"Don't worry, Noah," Rachel nodded up at him, mischievously, "we'd never do anything of that nature."
"I'm serious," he placed his hand on the doorknob.
When the door swung open, the other four of them gasped at the face of the blonde woman; the woman that none of them had ever expected to encounter again.
"Quinn?"
So, what did you think? Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? I'm so sorry about this cliffhanger, but to make it up to you, I'm planning on updating tomorrow; I'm on spring break, and I have a lot of time on my hands. So, if I get at least ten reviews by tomorrow, I'll update as soon as I wake up. So please review!
What do you think is going to happen, now that Quinn is in New York for a little while? Do you think that it will be a good thing, or a bad thing for Sam and Rachel? Tell me in your reviews! I would also like to hear your suggestions, too; I can only become a better author, and this story can only become better if you review :)