Hey y'all. Hopefully there's not too much resentment for the basic disappearance acts I've been pullin' over the years. Although to be fair there've been very valid reasons for the lack of updates that are basically multiple stories on their own. So...long stories short I'm sorry and I'm not goin' to give time frames for possible updates anymore. Though I will say that I have I don't know how many half finished stories sittin' in my laptop right now thanks to my spastic brain, and that includes the beginnin' of some rewrites of current stories. Thanks for readin' my semi-pointless ramble, I own nothing about the characters except the stuff I make up because the creators of Glee legally own them, and I hope you enjoy this chapter...
I roll out of bed at the sound of retcheting coming from my en-suite and I blurrily stumble into the bathroom, trying to adjust my eyes to the harsh light as I kneel beside my now heavily pregnant girlfriend. I quickly gather her hair in one hand to keep it out of the splash zones before I start rubbing slow and soothing circles on her back with my free one. I can't believe she's already almost 8 months along. Meaning we've been official and she's been living with me for around 6 of those months. I'm super excited about the fact that our twins are almost here, but at the same time I'm beyond terrified. I don't know how to be a dad. Hell I've never even taken care of anyone else's child before a few months ago, much less actually have the knowledge and preparation to raise not only just one, but two(!), of my own!
The sound of recheting ceases and I wait a few moments, making sure she is really through, before helping her to her feet and over to the sink. She brushes her teeth while I go to the mini fridge in the corner of our room, grabbing a water bottle before making my way back to the bed. I wait patiently for my girl to come back, and once she's in bed I give her a deep and probing kiss. She moans and tries to fist her hand in my hair, but I pull back gently and kiss her 3 or 4 times in quick succession at the pout I receive. She grins and pulls back fully, silently taking the offered water from me with a smile and chugging almost all of it in a couple gulps. How the heck does she do that without getting a brainfreeze?! She then tosses the almost empty bottle carelessly over in the general direction of the night stand before pouncing (as well as an almost 8 month pregnant woman can really pounce) on me, immediately shoving her tongue down my throat when I gasp in surprise and sneaking her hand down into my boxers. I moan loudly at her touch and my hips begin thrusting of their own accord like they do every time she touches me down there. She breaks our kiss and starts slowly, tantalizingly slow almost, kissing down my chest while stopping only to show my nipples some well appreciated attention, before continuing her slow journey down my stomach and disappearing under the covers with a wicked smirk. The kicker? She never broke eye contact until to the cover cut off our line of sight and I can't contain the loud groan while my eyes roll into my head seconds later. I seriously don't think the sight of Quinn bobbing down below will ever get tiring. Then I lose any and all coherent thought with another ridiculously loud moan as Quinn continues to work magic.
"Wake your lazy asses up!" Santana shouts as she barges through my bedroom door, making as much noise as possible. I swear she's purposefully yelling extra loud today.
"Go. AWAY!" I demand loudly, throwing the first thing that my hand comes into contact with, which unfortunately for her happens to be a bottle of Tylenol, in Santana's direction.
"Ow! Puto!" she hollers before trying to yank the covers off of Quinn and I. Quinn screams a very high pitched scream while clutching the covers to herself for dear life, a deep scarlet blush flaming her cheeks immediately as I grip my covers tightly, glaring at my sister with my deadliest glare. She backs off with a manic laugh, releasing the covers and stepping back with her hands in the air in a sign of surrender.
"Calm down, damn," she sniggers before walking back to the doorway and leaning against it with a smirk. "The 'rents say wake up and come eat breakfast. And that means real breakfast Ray." She leers at me with a wink before bolting from my room with a loud cackle, my alarm clock barely missing her head by inches. Puta's lucky she has such good freaking reflexes.
"Why is she so damn vulgar?!" I whine out in annoyance, slipping out of bed and slamming my door shut before locking it with a loud growl.
"Mmm...cause it's S baby," Quinn just moans out lazily through a yawn and a stretch. My eyes roam her gorgeous naked body and I feel myself start to perk up a bit down there, so I quickly about-face towards my restroom and make my way in to start the shower and to brush my own teeth. As much as I want to stay in bed with Quinn all day, today's not the day for that unfortunately.
"There y'all are!" My Daddy squeals in excitement as Quinn and I slowly wander into the kitchen no too long later hand in hand and with lazy smiles on our faces. "Are you excited for later?" He questions as he literally bounces around the kitchen finishing breakfast. Quinn's smile gets impossibly wider and I can't help but mimic her with one of my own, holding out her chair for her at the breakfast table so she can sit.
"Of course! I can't wait to see what everyone decides to get our little LoveBugs," she gushes as she immediately begins to fill up a plate with bacon and toast, and I immediately roll my eyes with a smirk at my Papi's salty response that follows.
"Well if we knew what our grandchildren were going to be, it would've been easier to pick things out," he mumbles out behind his paper. This causes Quinn to just grin brightly and shake her head in amusement at his continuous irritation at the fact that we're keeping the genders a secret. Her and my Papi became immediately inseparable once she moved in. He got the daughter he's always wanted and she got not one, but two surrogate fathers who came to adore her. Once we both decided that we wanted to be surprised by the genders of our babies though, their relationship took a hilarious left turn. They're still impossibly close with each other, only now they drop smartass and salty remarks back and forth here and there to mess with each other, and Daddy and I are amused to no end by these two.
"Oh hush Hiram! You're going to adore them both either way," my Daddy tells him with a grin and a wink in our direction.
"Well duh, Lee...They're both coming from some of my favorite people ever. How can I NOT already be obsessed with them?" He says back with his own grin and wink in our direction.
"Oh gag," Santi finally breaks in with her two cents, and in all honesty I'm impressed she managed to stay silent for this long as it is. I just flip her the bird when my fathers look away from her with fond headshakes, which causes her to cackle at me with her classic smirk.
"When are Mami and the others arriving?" I question her, knowing our Mami wanted to show up early to help with the upcoming baby shower.
"Umm…" she drawls out as she checks her phone. "They'll probably be here in about another hour or so." I nod in acknowledgement as I finally set about gathering my own plate of food before Quinn decides to inhale all of the bacon.
"Ray! Ray! Guess what we got the babies!" I hear Aria squeal excitedly before I see her zoom into the backyard only seconds later. She stops short where my Papi and I are setting up the giant canopy tent to provide shade for everyone coming today, and she stares up at me with expectantly wide eyes as she hops from foot to foot, unable to stay still in all of her repressed excitement. She's been super excited at the prospect of becoming a tia and I find it absolutely adorable. I chuckle with a fond head shake at my little sister before answering her.
"I'm not supposed to guess monkey, and you're not supposed to tell me," I tell her with a wink as my Papi and I finish up and I turn to kneel in front of her. "Quinn's supposed to open the presents later and we're supposed to be surprised, amor. This is Quinn's day," I say as I pull her to me and pick her up as I stand. She laughs happily and wraps her legs around my waist, hugging my neck tightly and resting her head in the crook of my neck. I feel her release a content little sigh against my neck as I hug her to me and can't help but grin. I haven't held my little sister like this is a while and it's nice. I start to carry her back towards the house so I can greet the others who've also just arrived, but before I make it Aria starts squirming in my arms indicating that she wants down. I set her down and before her feet are even fully on the ground she's sprinting into the house hollering "Holly! You came too!" in absolute excitement. My steps falter slightly in confusion at the unknown name before I see a blonde girl of about 7 who looks exactly like Brittany only in miniature. That and her hair was just a shade darker than her older sister's. I'm so used to her being called 'Squirt' (Because she's been obsessed with the turtle from Finding Nemo since she could walk) that it completely threw me for a loop just now having her called Holly, but I just shake it off with a chuckle and search out my woman knowing that the others will be with her as well.
Sure enough I find them lounging around the table in our giant formal dining room which is now covered in a yellow table-cloth and yellow, white, and light green balloons. There's now colorful streamers strung up everywhere across the doorways and ceiling (That are the same color as the balloons) and there's also now an awesome looking three-tier cake that has yellow and light green rattles, booties, and some diapers adorning it. Surrounding the cake that's now the center-piece of the table is various finger foods and snacks, as well as the gifts from my family which is already almost covering the entirety of one end of the table on it's own. I just chuckle at the sight of that, as well as the sight of everyone talking loudly over one another animatedly. I then decide quickly that I do not want to be a part of that specific brand of chaos at this specific moment in time and back-track my way outside to start up the grill.
"Oh good, you've already got it going," I hear my Papi say from behind around ten minutes later as he walks up to me standing in front of the grill. He stops beside me and gives me a nod of approval at my handiwork before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a one armed hug. "I can't believe my baby is fixing to have two babies of his own," I hear him mutter out in a strange tone. I can't quite place the mix of emotions in it, but they can't be too bad because when I turn my head to see his face he's got a content smile across it. I smile a hesitant smile of my own and lean into him a bit more.
"I know. It's...It's crazy to think about," I tell him softly as I gaze steadily into the fire. My mind's been on overdrive with these exact thoughts for the past week now. Having this baby shower with Quinn being due in only a month in a half now has me absolutely terrified. How am I supposed to help raise two little people properly when I myself still have temper tantrums? When I still run to my own daddies when I'm having a bad day?
"You're going to be a great father Rayden. I'm proud of you for stepping up and doing what's right son," my Papi tells me as he squeezes me against him tighter. It's like he could just sense that those thoughts were swirling around in my mind, him and my Dad can both do it and I hope that Quinn and I can have the same senses when it comes to our munchkins.
"Thank you Papi...I'm most certainly going to try," I tell him honestly, turning around to see who is walking outside when I hear the glass doors slide open. I see Noah and Kurt walk out and I grin with a wave, which they both return before making their way towards us.
"What's up Ray," Noah greets and Kurt nods his hello with a grin.
"Nothing much, just getting the grill up and running for the burgers," I answer, taking the offered soda from Noah as him and Kurt pull their own from the giant black cooler sitting next to the canopy tent that we'd set up not long ago. "Thanks. And speaking of burgers," I say to no one in particular when my Dad opens the back door next with a tray full of uncooked burgers and sausages.
"I got it mijo," my Papi tells me before finally dropping his arm and sauntering his way over to my father. I don't know what my Papi's doing on his way over to him, but he's currently starting to throw my dad into a fit of hysterics that get worse the closer he gets to him. It's so bad I'm almost afraid he's going to drop the food, but thankfully my Papi reaches him and takes the tray from him before my clumsy dad has the chance to.
"They're adorable," I hear Kurt tell me and I turn back to him with a wide grin. I love that my fathers still have that silly and playful relationship that they've had for as long as I can remember. I hope Quinn and I can still be like that twenty years from now.
"Aren't they?" I ask as I poke at the coals burning in the grill, making the flames roar up.
"Oh. My. Gosh!" Quinn squeals as she pulls out another incredibly looking soft blanket, this one a light green with yellow and baby blue elephants all over it. She rubs it against her face happily for a brief moment before taking a quick picture with it and then holding it out for me to take and fold on top of the other ten blankets we've gotten so far. I'm not complaining though because on top of those ten blankets we've also gotten a ridiculous number of cute bibs, some expensive bottles, a cool looking bottle warmer, two awesome looking bouncy seats that vibrate and have a toy attachment (Thanks to my Mami), two ridiculously expensive looking swings that I'm going to have to learn how to work (Thanks to my dads), some designer looking baby pjs (Thanks to Kurt), a bunch of baby supplies like soap, lotion, baby oil, baby first aid stuff, and don't even get me started on the amount of diapers, wipes, and burp towels we've been given so far. This is thankfully one of the last things we're doing tonight besides the cake afterwards. It feels like it's been a crazy long day so far and I have to repress a groan as I think about having to find places to put all of this new stuff we're acquiring at this moment; and then I do groan when Quinn pulls out another round of burp cloths and blankets. So, so, so many friggin' cloths and blankets. Though instead of staying in my mind and dwelling on all of the blankets and burp cloths I have to carry upstairs tonight, I move closer to Quinn and kiss her cheek lovingly. I haven't really been able to spend much time with her today seeing as she's been the center of attention all day, and I'd much rather focus on her and her amazingness instead of any other unpleasantness that may pop up. It still blows my mind that this is how my life's turning out so far, but with the way Quinn's currently dazzling me with that blinding smile and those breathtaking eyes, I certainly wouldn't change it for the world.