Of Onesies and Christmas

Quinn is very rudely woken up by a strong impact against her midsection.

Sucking in a breath – what is this, are fucking aliens invading? – she reaches up an arm up to block out the glaring sunlight, groaning as she blinks away the sleep in her eyes. "Rach, what in the world are you doing?" she questions, wondering why the hell was morning even a thing.

God said let there be light, let there be eternal suffering more like.

"Baby, I'm not doing anything," is her wife's laughing response, and when Quinn realizes that Rachel's leaning on the doorframe and not, decidedly, the thing causing her tremendous backache, she can't help but let out a fond grin.

"Lucas Raymond Fabray, I should've known it was you, you little squirt."

From where he is settled comfortably on her stomach, Luke just gives her a toothy smile. "It's Christmas!"

"That it is," Quinn agrees easily, and she resists the giggle bubbling up in her chest; Luke definitely inherited his fondness of the holiday from Rachel.

When she doesn't seem to be getting out of bed any time soon to entertain her wife and son though, Luke shifts on top of her impatiently, and it makes her let out an unprepared wheeze as his knees dig into her skin – when did he get so heavy?

Rachel evidently notices her discomfort, and her amused smile gives way into concern instead. "Lucas, ease up a bit? You're getting heavier so you can't jump up and down on Mommy like when you were younger," she explains, and Quinn feels her cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment.

"Wow, thank you for making me seem like a sixty-year-old grandma Rae," she mumbles under her breath, but she knows it's true, especially since in her last movie she had to do a lot of stunt training, and her muscles were still recovering as a result.

Her attention is diverted when Luke frowns at her though, and he says "I'm sorry Mommy" with the saddest hazel eyes ever, filled with remorse as he hastens to scramble off of her.

"Aw, no, Luke you don't have to be sorry," Quinn immediately assures him, hating how much his face is reminding her of how Rachel looks when she's sad, and she pulls him into her arms, smiling mischievously. "Your Mama's just being a protective old lady, don't mind her nagging."

"Hey, I resent that!" Rachel yelps, and at the adorable pout that her wife is wearing, Quinn can't hold in her laugh, making Rachel grumble even harder as she shuffles over to join in in the hug.

Shifting to accommodate for Rachel's petite form, it's then that Quinn realizes what Rachel and Luke are wearing, and she lets out a snort. "Matching onesies, really Rachel?"

"Aren't they cute?" Rachel cheekily grins, and Quinn rolls her eyes in a show, even though- okay, Luke and Rachel in those star onesies are just really freaking endearing and she kind of wants to hug the shit out of her lovable dorks.

(She does just that a few moments afterwards, and the laughter that's let out as they snuggle closer into one another make her chest fill up with so much love it's really just unbelievable.)

Surveying Rachel's form, amongst the tiny golden stars littered all over the onesie is a giant one, right on her chest with a bedazzled RBF in the middle, and Quinn bites back a smile, because of course Rachel would do that.

Sure that Luke has a similar one adorned, she sighs, "…You already have one ready and waiting for me to wear, don't you?"

"Please Mommy?" Luke pleads, and Quinn closes her eyes as she leans her head back against her pillow, knowing that she's going to give in the second that she sees his face.

Why the hell did Luke have to get Rachel's facial expressions? It's practically unfair, in her opinion.

…Even though Quinn absolutely loves it, and she'll forever thank the lord for the fact. It's a reminder that she actually did it and had a kid with Rachel Barbra Berry (or well, Fabray now – and goddamn that thought still makes her heart race and her stomach flutter) and she'll never really know how the hell they had managed to create such a perfect and wonderful human being.

So really, it's no surprise that she gives in to them without much protest when Rachel joins in the prodding too, and really, the delighted 'yay!'s she gets in payment makes it all worth it.

"I'm seriously going to wear this thing for the entire day," she murmurs to herself in disbelief, and she sincerely hopes that Santana won't be around to see it before she half-teases, "Rae, Luke, never say I don't love you."

"I love you more than the entire world combined!" Luke proclaims without a beat, voice cheery, and Quinn just pulls him tighter to her chest with a soft smile. God, I've raised such a sap, she thinks to herself, but really, she damn full well knows that she wouldn't have it any other way.

"That's impossible though," Rachel chips in, shaking Quinn out of her reverie. "Because I'm pretty much no one loves your Mommy more than I do."

"Nuh uh," Luke shakes his head, "I love Mommy the most!"

"No, it's definitely me," Rachel plays along with a grin, but before Luke has a chance to respond, she makes a shooing motion, "now go wait for us in the living room, we have presents under the Christmas tree."

"For me?"

"Mhmm," Rachel nods, lips curled in that delighted way that Quinn knows is her 'Christmas' smile. "All for you honey."

That sends Luke scattering off eagerly, and Quinn laughs at the heartwarming sight. "You and your Christmas machinations," she chuckles.

"Don't tell me that you don't love them," Rachel waves off, huddling closer as she loops her arms around Quinn's neck, and Quinn presses a kiss to her wife's temple.

"I do," she breathes out in contentment, before, "I love Lucas, I love the life we've built together, I love you."

The admission clearly leaves Rachel breathless, as the brunette looks at her with a look that's close to wonder, and it makes Quinn's heart speed, the way that her life seems so perfect sometimes.

"I love you," she says again, because no matter how many times she's repeated that sentiment, she'll always want – need – Rachel to know that, know how much she adores and cherishes her and the perfect family that they've made.

"Quinn Fabray," Rachel starts, and it feels as if it's a declaration and confession all in one, "I love you more than I've ever and I ever will love."

It's almost reminiscent of their wedding vows, and Quinn knows that she'll never get out of bed if they keep this up, so she teases, "Luke won't be happy to hear that."

"Well, Lucas is a part of that love," Rachel grins. "I just expanded it for him."

"Our amazing Rachel, always giving," Quinn drawls wryly, and Rachel sticks out her tongue at her.

"Don't you know it," her wife giggles. "Now go get ready, Fabray."

"So bossy," Quinn sighs dramatically, before she acquiesces, giving Rachel a chaise kiss over the mouth as she gets out of bed, stretching lightly. "Go make sure our son doesn't break everything in his excitement."

"Baby, I might break everything in my excitement," Rachel retorts, with that Christmas smile on her face, and Quinn can't do anything but shake her head fondly.

It's Christmas time indeed.