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A/N: Back to school…

Quinn was so pleased to be back at school full time. She hadn't realised how much she would miss being involved in everything, even just sitting in the lunchroom, chatting, laughing and sometimes even eating, until the opportunity to do it was taken away from her. One thing that spending weeks and weeks at home and only interacting with most people remotely had taught Quinn, was that she was most definitely a 'people person'. That might have been news to Quinn but actually, not so much to anyone else. They'd all known that about her for years.

"What do you want for lunch?" Puck asked, making sure that Quinn took a seat. "Don't give me that look, you have to eat something," he insisted. Puck turned back to look at Quinn as he walked away to join the queue. "I'll just bring you whatever, ok?" he acknowledged her quick nod as she turned to speak to Tina.

"Is Quinn ok now?" Grant asked, joining Puck in the queue. "She doesn't look like she's put on that much weight. Well, except for…"

"Don't say it. Don't make me think you spend your time ogling my wife's boobs," Puck advised without even looking at his friend, he wasn't joking either.

"Puck, man, I'm sorry, but Jeez, they're pretty hard to miss," Grant apologised with a grin. "I mean, they're like, wow," he could barely speak, he put his hands up in front of his chest mimicking the size of Quinn's boobs.

"So you'd be cool if I started talking to you about Jenna's boobs?" Puck asked, turning a narrow-eyed glare on Grant, his face quite set, no sign of humour at all.

"Yea…wel…yo…ok, not totally, but you wouldn't do that, I mean, you've got Quinn," Grant eventually managed to answer. "Why would you even look at anyone else's boobs when you can get lost in those awesome fun bags? They're like…" he trailed off as he saw the look on Puck's face.

"What is it with all you guys?" Puck said softly out loud to himself, looking up at the ceiling. Hadn't they ever seen boobs before? It was seriously pissing him off, all he'd heard for the last two days was what some of the guys would love to do if their girl had boobs like Quinn's. Puck turned back to face Grant. "Let me get this straight. You wouldn't like it if I was talking to you about Jenna but you feel it's ok to keep talking to me about Quinn, about her boobs, right?" Puck asked, his angry gaze landing on his friend. "Just tell me if I'm wrong, I want to understand," he demanded. "I mean, I know it's usually open season on most aspects of our life whether we like it or not, but you really think it's ok to be telling me that you think her boobs are awesome? Seriously?" he asked incredulously.

"Not when you put it like that," Grant admitted, feeling very ashamed of himself.

"What other way is there to put it?" Puck asked, puzzled. "Sorry, yeah I'll take two of those," he answered the lunch lady, he hadn't realised he was at the front of the queue. Puck paid for their food and drinks and walked back to sit with Quinn.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked, seeing straight away that Puck wasn't his usual self.

"Nothing," Puck answered and gave a tight smile. "Nothing's wrong. Eat up," he encouraged.

"So why do you look like someone ate your waffles?" Quinn asked, picking up her fork. "You can't hide it, not from me. What's wrong?"

Puck sighed. "Just something somebody said. It pissed me off but it's nothing for you to worry about. Ok?" he said with just a hint of another sigh, his smile was less forced but it still didn't reach his eyes.

"I'll let it go for now but I'm watching you, Puckerman," Quinn muttered and leant into him, nudging his shoulder and reaching to kiss his cheek. "Do you want this? I can't eat it," she sighed passing her lunch over to Puck. "I'm going to have to start bringing my lunch from home. I just can't even force myself to eat any of the garbage that they serve in here."

"Here, have this apple at least," Puck insisted. "Maybe we should start bringing lunch from home. At least we'd be sure it's Kosher," he added almost to himself. That made Quinn smile, Puck had never really bothered before but since Beth had been going to Temple, he wanted to make sure he always set her a good example and aside from the occasional pizza lapse, he did. He went to Temple himself early on Saturday mornings before work, he usually met up with Saul there. Puck had taken an active part in their most recent celebration and they were all looking forward to Passover, Puck wasn't particularly looking forward to fasting the day before but as a first-born male, he had to. Ruth and Sarah were more than thrilled with the dedication that Puck was showing to his religion, passing on to his daughter her birthright. They all hoped it was something he would maintain.

Quinn started suddenly and sat up straighter. "Oooh," she moaned, her face full of wonder. "Here, quick," she said and grabbed Puck's hand, she laid it against her rounded tummy. "Did you feel that?" she asked, her eyes alight.

"Yeah," Puck whispered, his full attention on moving his hand around to find where their son would next make his presence felt. "That is so cool," he whispered. Puck turned and sat sideways on the bench,he laid one hand gently across her stomach, the other at her back. He waited for another movement, nothing happened. He tapped the tight mound, drumming his fingers, the baby moved again. "Yeah, you know that's daddy, don't you?" Puck whispered, leaning forward to kiss Quinn.

"Do we really all have to witness this open display of 'God I'm Good I Can Procreate'?" Sue Sylvester sneered from behind them, her hands on her hips.

"Nobody asked you to watch," Puck murmured, far too quietly for Sue to hear, he didn't remove his hand though. "The miracle of nature is a wonderful thing, don't you think Coach?" he asked. "We all started out this way," he looked up straight into her eyes, "even you. Hard to believe, isn't it?" he added just a touch irreverently. Sue growled and stalked away, pissed at herself for not having an insult ready to throw back at Puck.

"You can feel it already?" Finn asked as he came to sit down, overhearing part of what Puck said to Coach Sue and noticing where Puck's hand was on Quinn's stomach.

"I've been able to feel him inside for weeks, but it's just these last couple of weeks that the movements have been strong enough to be felt on the outside," Quinn explained, finishing off her apple. "And you tend to feel it sooner with the second one because you know what it is you're feeling," she added.

"Rachel says she can't feel anything yet," Finn frowned. "Should we be worried?"

"Rachel is probably feeling lots of gas bubbles right now," Quinn said but stopped speaking as Rachel arrived, her face bright red after overhearing the last part of what Quinn said.

"How did you know? Yes it feels like gas," she muttered out of the side of her mouth, embarrassed, "like all the time."

"That's the baby moving. In a couple of weeks it'll get stronger and stronger till you can feel it and see it on the outside," Quinn smiled at Rachel. She knew exactly how Rachel felt. She'd thought Beth fluttering about inside her had been gas too.

"And that's when the freak show starts," Puck grinned. "It's so weird to watch a foot or an elbow move across under the skin, it's like a horror movie or something," he explained, pulled a face then shuddered. "But it's really cool too. Beth always liked you being in the bath and dripping water onto your stomach didn't she? It made her dance like crazy. Maybe that's why she loves her bath so much," he said quietly and tapped Quinn's stomach again. "We'll have to try that with this little dude, see if he likes it as much as his big sister."

"That sounds so scary," Rachel sighed.

"What does?" Quinn asked, puzzled.

"Beth. Big sister," Rachel answered. "It sounds so scary those words being used in the same sentence. And so grown up." Quinn nodded and murmured her agreement.

Grant and Jenna came to join them. "Ok if we sit with you?" Grant asked, his eyes on Puck.

Puck sighed. "Sure, take a seat," he murmured. Puck took his hand away from Quinn's stomach, turned, and sat at the table. Quinn could see straight away the change in him, from relaxed back to defensive.

The conversation started off strained till Grant heaved a big sigh. "Look, Puck, I'm really sorry, ok? It won't happen again," Grant said and thrust his hand out to Puck.

"Just make sure it doesn't," Puck replied, reluctantly shaking Grant's hand.

"What was that all about?" Quinn asked as Puck walked her to class after lunch.

"Nothing. It was nothing," Puck insisted again. "Just leave it, ok?"

"No," Quinn refused. "It didn't seem like nothing, you don't get pissed at people for nothing," she said and turned in front of Puck, stopping him with a hand on his chest. "Something's going on with you and Grant and I want to know what it is."

"You really don't want to hear this. Trust me," Puck replied looking down into her eyes.

"Now you're worrying me," Quinn said quietly and caught her lip between her teeth. "Please, just tell me what's going on."

"God," Puck sighed, "you're not going to let this drop are you?" he asked. Quinn shook her head determinedly. "Well, you asked for it," he said and sighed again. "Grant and a few of the other guys keep commenting about your boobs, about how big they've got. And it pissed me off, guys looking at you, well, not so much them looking but them telling me they're looking at you. I mean, I know they're awesome," he broke off at the sound Quinn made, remembering exactly how awesome they'd felt last night when she'd knelt on the floor and pushed her boobs tight together making the perfect channel for him to slide his…Puck shook his head to gather his thoughts. "Yeah, totally awesome, but that doesn't mean its ok for other guys to tell me their fantasies about your boobs," he griped.

"I love that you always defend me, but you must admit," Quinn replied as she glanced down at her chest, "they're pretty hard to miss. I feel like Dolly Parton," she said, and not for the first time. Quinn looked up at Puck with the hint of devilment in her eyes. "And tell me honestly, if you saw a girl walking round with boobs like this you'd look, you'd imagine stuff, you might not tell me or anyone else, but you'd certainly think about it," she said then shrugged. "Its human nature, its normal. True, your friends might want to think twice about telling you what they're thinking, but it's you who gets to see them, touch them, and do everything else that you do with them," Quinn's voice got very low, husky, sexy, she held in a little grin, her eyebrow just flicking up as she pushed her boobs together with her arms.

Puck groaned with a reluctant smile, his arms went round her shoulders drawing her to him. "Stop making sense and talking me out of being angry at them," he muttered into Quinn's hair. "And I am so spending an uninterrupted hour with your boobs tonight," he promised. Outside Quinn's classroom he gave her another little kiss and winked. "I'll see you later," he said then pulled her back as she started to walk into the room, "you and the 'girls'," he nodded towards her chest then kissed her again grinning. She laughed and blushed as she walked into the room, stopping short as she realised everyone was looking at her.

Puck walked into the locker room and once again silence descended. He sighed and dropped his bag on the floor at his feet, he opened his locker then turned around to see all the wary faces looking at him. "What? What now?" he demanded, his arms spread out to his sides. "Have you got something to say? You? You?" he growled and pointed at various team-mates, moving on to the next as each one shook his head and mumbled that they had nothing to say. "So? If you've nothing to say, what were you all talking about till I walked in?" he asked, still feeling incredibly pissed off. "It must be about me and Quinn again, it always fucking is," he muttered more to himself than the team. "Don't you think we get absolutely sick and tired of everybody knowing every little detail of our lives?" he demanded. "So, what are you all speculating about this week? Anything interesting? Something I should know about? Or is it just the size of Quinn's boobs?" he queried and looked around again at the guys who seemed to be blushing, turning away, not looking him in the eye. "Is it ok if I check out your girlfriends then tell you all about it?" he asked. "You all seem to think its ok to check out my wife and tell me about it. Let me make this clear. It is NOT ok."

"Puck, relax dude," Grant said quietly, his hand on Puck's shoulder. "That's what we were talking about. That we've been total assholes, jerks, dicks, whatever you want to call us. We were trying to work out how to apologise to you both in a big enough way. We really are sorry. It was insensitive and inappropriate of us. All of us."

Puck looked around, all of the guys were nodding their agreement, a few voices joined in too. "Apology accepted," Puck grudgingly replied. "But seriously, don't do it again. It's not cool."


After school Puck and Quinn drove home to collect Beth, they were taking her to Build-a-Bear. "Are you ok with the guys now?" Quinn asked as he drove. Puck had already explained about the mass apology.

"I suppose so," Puck pouted, he still didn't sound too happy about it. "But they better not do it again." Quinn didn't reply, she just looked out of the window and rolled her eyes, she still couldn't help the slight smile, good to know he was jealous of other guys taking notice of her.

Two hours later, with Beth clutching her new bear, they drove to pick Hannah up from Sarah's house. Hannah had gone there after school to look through ideas for her bridesmaid's dress for Sarah and Saul's wedding. Whatever they chose, Beth would be having a similar one. Quinn had refused to be a bridesmaid saying that she did not want to have to hire a marquee to wear. Sarah had asked Ruth and Puck to walk her to the Huppah as she and Ruth had done for Puck.

"That's a beautiful new bear, is that for your new baby brother?" Sarah asked Beth. "I bet he'll like that."

Beth frowned, her bottom lip stuck out, she clasped the bear tighter to her chest. "Mys bear," she insisted. "Mys not like it baby."

Quinn sighed. Beth really didn't like any mention of the word 'baby', she was getting very possessive over things when people asked if something was for the baby. Quinn really hoped that once her baby brother was actually here, Beth would like him just a little. At the moment that seemed like a bit of a long shot. "Are you ready Hannah, we really need to get Beth home and bathed ready for bed," Quinn asked, sounding very weary. Puck noticed how tired she sounded, he hoped that being back at school wasn't too much for her. She'd coped right up to the end with Beth but she seemed to be so tired all the time with this baby.

As soon as they got home, Hannah went up to her room to skype her friends, Puck got Quinn to relax watching TV, he took care of Beth, bringing her back downstairs after her bath. Beth climbed up on the couch and cuddled with Quinn. Puck lifted Quinn's feet up and sat down putting her feet in his lap. As they watched Toy Story for the millionth time, Puck massaged Quinn's feet.

An hour or so later Ruth and John walked in, they'd been out to dinner. Ruth smiled and sighed at the three of them asleep on the couch. Beth was curled up in Quinn's arms curving round her baby brother, Puck was laid at the back of Quinn's legs, his head resting on her hip, his arm over her, his hand on Beth's butt. "They look so young, just babies themselves," Ruth whispered to John. "But cute, so cute," she said with a pout.

John smiled then took Ruth's hand in his. "Marry me," he said suddenly and lifted the hand he was holding to his lips, his eyes on Ruth's shocked face. "Ruth, I have fallen in love with you and your family. I love you, I want what they have," he nodded towards the sleeping threesome. Ruth was speechless, John waited a moment or two. "Say something. Please?" his voice trailed away to a whisper.

Ruth stared at him, not sure she'd actually heard what she thought she'd heard. She blinked. Closed her mouth and swallowed, hard. And nodded. "Could you just answer the guy?" Puck's sleep husky voice murmured as he shifted slightly. "I want to know if I'm getting a new dad," he mumbled with a half smile, his eyes still closed. "He's a good guy mom, we all like him," he added when he still didn't hear an answer. Puck opened one eye to see his mom and John in a clinch. "I'll take that as a yes."

Ruth jerked back, away from John, becoming aware of where they were, aware they weren't alone. Ruth blushed. She turned her head, her hands still clasped at the back of John's neck, his hands on her waist. "Oh, err Noah, I errrm, I guess we have some news for you," Ruth said in a rush, and an embarrassed giggle.

Puck struggled to get up, nudging Quinn awake in the process. "Not tonight Puckerman, me and my boobs are too tired," she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

Puck rolled his eyes and pulled a face as he gently picked Beth up, easing her out of Quinn's arms. "Thanks babe, my mom and John really needed to hear that," he told her quietly before dropping a little kiss on her upturned nose. Puck carried Beth to bed then came back down to wake Quinn enough to get her up to bed. John and Ruth had retired to the kitchen, Puck thought it wiser to stay out of there. "Hey," he gently shook Quinn, "come on, let's get you up to bed," his voice was a whisper as he started to gather her into his arms.

"You're not that strong Puckerman, you can't carry a baby elephant," Quinn mumbled through her yawn and stretched a little. "Put me down I can walk," she yawned again and stretched some more.

"Do you want to hear something really cool?" Puck asked her, she nodded, her eyes still closed. "John just asked my mom to marry him. She said yes," he smiled as he said it, feeling really happy for his mom. "And you're not a baby elephant."

"Oh, that's wonderful," Quinn sighed as she stood and hugged Puck. He reached down, his hands cupping her hips, his lips seeking and finding that place below her ear. "And I might just be awake enough to get interested, but you better hurry, take me to bed right now," she commanded. Puck happily complied.


At the weekend the whole family got together to celebrate Ruth and John's engagement. They hadn't made any plans or decisions yet, they didn't want to rush anything.

Hannah thought it was absolutely brilliant. In two years she'd gone from having only three relatives, her Nana, her mom and her brother, to having a sister, a niece, and very soon a nephew and a Grampy, not to mention the extended family of Judy, Frannie, Peter and Isabelle. She couldn't forget Abe either, he was one of the family too. And of course the ever funny Coraline. Hannah loved it when Coraline said something rude. And funny. Hannah got a lot of attention at school when she repeated some of the things that Coraline said. And now she was going to have a dad too. A real dad. Cool.

"I think we need to take a trip for you to meet my family," John told Ruth. "I'm already due to go for a visit at the end of May, it's my Grandma's ninetieth birthday, you can come with me," he offered with a grin.

Ruth immediately looked nervous and gulped. "I hadn't thought of that. Meeting your family. That sounds scary," she said and gave a nervous laugh, Ruth looked round the table hoping for some sort of moral support.

Hannah looked back at John wide eyed. "You have a Grandma who's ninety? Wow," she breathed. "That's really old," Hannah said quietly as she blew out a breath and an amazed laugh. Hannah thought for a second. "That's even older than you, Nana," she cried, shaking her head as though she couldn't quite believe that anyone on the planet could be as old as her Nana.

"With a granddaughter like that who needs enemies, eh?" Sarah asked the room at large. "And the last two weeks of May are when we're going to Florida," Sarah reminded Ruth. "A bit of a break before the wedding," she added as she smiled at Saul.

"Most people have the honeymoon after the wedding, Nana," Puck reminded her, grinning.

"Did I just say granddaughter?" Sarah asked. "Make that grandkids. And most people have the wedding before the babies too Noah, but I'm far too nice a Nana to remind you of that," she smirked then winked at Quinn to take the sting out of her words.

Puck half smiled and glanced at Quinn before looking over at Sarah's smiling face. "Yeah, you got me with that one. Well played Nana, well played," he murmured and applauded her.

Frannie turned to Peter. "Isn't that the week we're going to your parents? The last week of May?" she asked. Frannie looked towards Quinn, saw that she looked a little nervous. "Mom, isn't that when you and Abe have the trip to Niagara that you won?" she asked. Frannie looked round the table, counting off the couples and the trips in her head, her lips moving slowly. "That'll mean everyone's away for at least the weekend, except for you three and Hannah," she announced.

"Wow. That'll be a quiet weekend then," Puck grinned. "Peace, ahhhhhh," he sighed as his smile got bigger. Puck looked at his mom with a touch of horror. "You're not thinking of taking Hannah with you are you?" he demanded. Puck pulled a face at his sister. "John's family will make him change his mind if they meet you too soon, you'll have to stay with me, Quinn and Beth," he told Hannah.

"Do I really have to stay with Noah?" Hannah asked her mom, the look on her face suggesting terror. "I'm kidding, I can help Quinn take care of Beth while you're at work," she offered. Hannah glanced at Quinn then picked up her spoon again to finish her dessert. "You'll need help, you'll be really, really fat by then."

"Thanks Hannah, I really needed to hear that," Quinn cried and gave her a pained look then turned to Puck. "I'm not really fat, am I? Does my butt look huge? You'd tell me if I was, right?" she asked, almost in tears.

"You're not fat," Puck said with a hint of a smile, reminding her of a long ago conversation. "You're perfect," he murmured, his hand went to her stomach as he leant towards her to kiss her temple, Puck glared at Hannah over the top of Quinn's head.

"Will you be alright on your own?" Ruth asked. "I'm not sure we should all be away at the same time, I mean, what if something were to happen? What if…" she stopped talking suddenly, her mouth drying up, she looked even more nervous, fidgeting with the collar of her blouse.

"What if the sky falls in? And the man in the moon comes down to play?" Puck mocked. "We'll be fine mom, you need to go and meet John's family without dragging the rest of us with you to scare them off," he insisted and smiled at Quinn, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "We'll still be what…" he concentrated for a second, "six weeks away from delivery?" he said, the hint of question in his voice, Quinn nodded that he'd worked the dates out right. "We'll be fine. And Hannah can help with Beth so that at least Quinn can rest while I'm at work. Stop worrying," Puck urged.

John had smiled all the while, watching the interaction between this confusing family that he was so ready to join. He had missed being a part of something like this, his own family was spread too far and wide across the country to get together for anything less than holidays, major birthdays and anniversaries. He couldn't wait to introduce Ruth to them then later in the summer bring everyone together to meet the rest of the family. His mother was going to be so shocked that he would be becoming an instant Grandpa. And John was thrilled about that. He thought that Beth was amazing and he couldn't imagine her baby brother would be any different. Hannah was the daughter he'd always wished for, funny, clever, bright as a button and sweet, so sweet. And as much as he'd heard from a few patrol officers about the former bad boy turned doting daddy, John could not reconcile the two. The Puck he knew and admired was a really great guy. Kind, caring, supportive and totally in love with his wife. Yep, his family were going to get the surprise of a lifetime when they got to meet everyone.

When they got home Puck carried Beth upstairs, she had fallen asleep in the car. Quinn walked up in front of him. "Tell me honestly, is my butt huge?" she asked.

"Nope, your butt is gorgeous," Puck answered without hesitation, he would willingly demonstrate just how much it turned him on, once he'd got Beth to bed, if she insisted. And he really hoped that she would insist. Actually, he was kind of praying that she would insist.

Fifteen minutes later, Beth was in bed, freshly diapered and in pyjamas all without opening her eyes. Puck wandered into their room to find Quinn stood in front of the mirror trying to see herself from every angle. It was a sight that filled him with hope. She was naked, very, very naked. She looked amazing and he reacted very quickly. Puck pulled off his shirt as he walked round the bed to her. He stood behind her, his hands on her bump pulling her back into his body. "You look absolutely stunning," he whispered against the side of her neck. His hands rose to cup her breasts. "These are amazing and this," his hands returned to where their son lay, "is just fucking awesome," he breathed against her hot skin. Puck kissed his way down her back then he dropped to his knees. "Your ass is smokin'," he whispered as he kissed each cheek.

Quinn turned to face Puck, he looked up at her, his eyes full of love for her. "You are so getting it tonight Puckerman," Quinn whispered, bending over to kiss him deeply. "It took you long enough to get in here, I've been waiting for you," she informed him, her fingers under his chin guided Puck to rise to his feet. He dropped his pants just before their arms wrapped around each other. Puck walked backwards to sit on the bed, Quinn climbed astride him. He entered her and allowed Quinn to set the pace. Their lips met, arms still around each other, Quinn rocked gently, backwards and forwards. Puck laid back slowly, Quinn followed him down, her stomach pressing right into his. Puck's hands gripped her hips helping her to keep the rocking motion going while his own hips thrust up, his hard cock rapidly sawing in and out of her. Quinn breathed out a moan as her muscles squeezed him.

"Wait a second," Puck said, his breath short, he patted her hip to move her off of him. As she did, Puck turned her over onto all fours, he knelt up behind her and pushed forward again, sinking right back in place. "Mmm, your ass is definitely smokin'," he whispered.

Puck's hands gripped her hips tighter pushing her back and forth as he rocked back and forth too. One of his hands slid to the front cradling her stomach. Puck felt the ripples of Quinn's release in her muscles, a split second later he grunted and pushed into her one final time, his own body pulsing with release. Quinn collapsed to her side, breathing heavily, Puck fell beside her.

"And now we've got a jumping bean in here," she gasped and put her hand on her stomach, the baby was really moving about, pushing against her.

"He liked his roller coaster ride," Puck grinned bending to talk to the baby, mumbling against her stomach. "Didn't you, baby, huh? Daddy really rocked your world didn't he?" he said, making Quinn laugh.

Eventually the baby settled down and so did Quinn and Puck. "I can't believe it's only fourteen weeks till he comes," Puck whispered. "We really have to start thinking seriously about names. And there's no way we're calling him Winston, I don't care if it breaks your Grammy's heart. Winston Puckerman? It just sounds wrong. Completely wrong," he said with a shudder.

"I'm not disagreeing with you," Quinn replied hugging Puck's arms closer round her. They were laid on their sides, Puck hugged tight up to the back of her. "I think we should stick with traditional names, Beth is a traditional name. I don't want anything stupid like…like…I can't think of anything, but nothing ridiculous like celebrities call their kids. I'm thinking more like…errm…maybe Ben or Daniel or Ethan," she suggested.

"Well, they're all traditional Hebrew names," Puck agreed. "I like Ethan. Ethan Puckerman," he murmured, considering it and nodding thoughtfully. "That sounds good, it's one to keep in mind anyway."

"And I haven't forgotten that you keep writing Joel Puckerman everywhere. Is Joel a name you really like or is it a tribute to Billy Joel?" Quinn asked, looking over her shoulder a little.

"Ah, well, maybe a bit of both," Puck admitted. "Maybe we need to see what he looks like when he comes out, see what name he suits," he suggested with a grin. Puck's grin didn't really hide his embarrassment at being caught out in that one. He didn't really keep writing it. He'd written it once. Maybe twice. Or…yeah, he could admit it, he really liked the name Joel.