Chapter two.
"Girls! Breakfast," Puck shouted up the stairs.
Avery was the first down the stairs, pulling Rachel by the hand behind her.
"Daddy! Mommy put pigtails in my hair! Doesn't it look pretty!" Avery babbled, plopping herself down in a chair at the kitchen table.
"Beautiful Princess," Puck grinned pressing a kiss to her nose and then leaning over to where Rachel was seated before remembering and pulling himself back, sending her an apologetic smile.
Rachel smiled back shyly.
"Mommy, yesterday Daddy said I was just like you," Avery grinned.
"Did he?" Rachel smiled.
"Yep, little brat wouldn't eat her lunch and she threw a complete Berry tantrum," Puck smirked. Rachel laughed, smoothing out her daughters hair.
"Where did you sleep?" Rachel asked Puck quietly.
"Uh on the couch," Puck nodded over to the blanket strewn messily over the sofa.
"Oh," Rachel blushed looking down.
"Anyway," Puck said placing two plates of waffles in front of his girls before grabbing himself his own, "What do you guys want to do today?"
"I think we should get Mommy to sing!" Avery exclaimed. Puck saw the panic in Rachel's eyes.
"Maybe later Princess now finish your waffles," Puck said around his mouthful.
"Not hungry," Avery said, prodding at her waffles with her fork.
"Fuck sake, not this again. What's your problem at the moment! You haven't eaten a full meal in a week," Puck asked.
"SWEAR JAR!" Avery whined.
"Avery eat," Puck sighed out.
"Mommy hasn't eaten a bite so why should I?" Avery stomped her little foot.
Puck frowned when he looked from Rachel's untouched plate to her downcast eyes a blush across her cheeks. There was definitely something going on with her.
"Five more mouthfuls and you can go, unless you wanna be sitting your butt there for the rest of your life," Puck growled.
"Fine," Avery spat.
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"Daddy," Avery whispered as he was putting her to bed that night.
"Yes Princess?"
"Mommy doesn't remember me at all," The little girl whispered.
"Just give her some time, it's a lot to take in," Puck kissed her forehead.
"Love you!"
"Love you too Princess."
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"Husband?" Rachel's little voice said when Puck got downstairs, Puck turned to see her curled up on the couch.
"Wife?" He settled down next to her.
"Sorry, you never told me your name," Rachel waved her hand.
"Noah Puckerman, everyone calls me Puck," Puck said chuckling slightly.
"Okay Puck-"
"NO! No-you call me Noah...you've always called me Noah and i've always pretend to hate it," Puck explains.
"Noah," Rachel smiled, "I'd like it if you slept upstairs...with me please?" Rachel asked.
"Course...but are you sure?"
"How long have we been living together?"
"Six years,"
"And have we ever slept apart before?"
"Yes, for 3 days, we had a fight and you went to stay with Santana and didn't say one word to me for 3 whole days," Puck pouted.
"So I take it I'm a sulker?" Rachel giggled.
"Yeah, you make stuff interesting," He laughed.
"Who's Santana?"
"Your best friend since high school," Puck answered.
"H-How old am I Noah?"
"Twenty five," Puck said shuffling to make himself a little more comfortable.
"What happened? Like there's just black where my life should be and I need to know? Could you please tell me?" Rachel pleaded, taking his hand and curling towards him.
"I will tell you anything you want Rach, forever and always, embarrassing, deep or silly okay?" Rachel smiled brightly and nodded.
"Thank you Noah, it means a lot."
"Right, You're Rachel Barbra Berry. You married me when you were twenty and became Rachel Puckerman, we've got our four year old daughter, Avery Rachel Puckerman. You were adopted to you're two gay fathers. Hiram and Leroy Berry. Your birth mother Shelby came into your life when you were 15, we'd just started dating. She...well she wasn't very nice to you and you have barely spoken to her since. 2 years ago she came back and asked to have you back in her life and you said you could never forgive her but you let her be a Grandma for Avery-"
"Wait, do I talk to my Fathers?"
Puck's lips form a tight line as he shakes his head.
"Why?"
"I...Baby...you don't want to know why," Puck huffed out a breath.
"What?"
"It...Baby please. This would really upset you and the Doctor said to take things slow, maybe you should just leave it for now and think about weather you really want to know," Puck choked out.
Rachel furrowed her brow. What could be so bad?
"Sh-Shall we go to bed?" Puck asked.
"Yes," Rachel nodded, smoothing out her jeans before heading upstairs.
"What do I wear to bed Noah?" Rachel said glancing at him while he stirps to his boxers.
"Usually nothing at all," Puck sent her a cheeky grin.
"Really?" Rachel raises an eyebrow, "So am I...quite a...uh sexual woman?"
"Oh!" Puck jumped out of bed like an excited child and ran over to the dresser, "This might help." He pulled out an old, worn looking journal, flipping through the pages.
"This is the christmas list you gave me when we were eighteen."
"I thought we were Jewish?"
"Yeah but we decided to do christmas with out friends that year,"
"Oh," Rachel looked down to the list, "A coupon for a night of sex in any way I want it. You're big cock in a bow. A pair of sparkly earrings. Something kinky from Victoria's Secret-" Rachel paused looking up at him with a blush, "This is very dirty I don't know if I should be reading it. What did you get me that year?"
"A two-thousand pound engagement ring. Turns out you bought everything on your list for yourself anyway," Puck smirks, "You are...well you were very sexually active, yes."
"I-I got a bow for your..." Rachel cut herself off, looking at his boxers that had tightened slightly, she noticed.
"Yes you did," Puck smiled.
"So, we've been together ten years? So I've never had another boyfriend?" Rachel asked.
"No...well you went out with Finn for like a week before I wanted you and we broke up for a week when we were seventeen and you slept with him," Puck said taking back her diary and flipping through until he found the right page.
Rachel took the diary back, "6.15 pm I had sex with Finn. FINN! He's clumsy and...small...much smaller than Noah. What a waste of time, no foreplay whatsoever and he told me he felt like a girl when I wanted to be on top! How else was I suppose to satisfy myself when he has no rhythm and obviously can't manage it himself?! I miss my Noah. My big cocked, skilled, pleasing man. He better be ready for me because I need him so much. In more ways than one. In fact I might call him now..." Rachel glanced up at Puck, licking her lips slightly, "11.37pm ahhhhhhh much better. Satisfied and never letting my man go again...Future Mrs. Puckerman."
"Yeah you're...you were kinda soppy but very horny...all the time, at our wedding you made me do you in the restroom before the reception," Puck grinned.
Rachel gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
"So...so I'm a slut?"
"NO! You just like sex...well sex with me," Puck said taking the diary and putting it back, "I think there's some sleeping stuff in the top drawer, at least thats where you put your little shorts and a bunch of my tops and hoddies."
Rachel smiled to herself, grabbing a pair of red shorts and a football jersey. She thought about getting changed in the bathroom but it was quite obvious that he'd seen every inch of her many...many times so she pushed her jeans off her legs and stepped into her shorts wriggling her bum to pull them over her hips and pulling her bra and tank top off to replace with what she presumed was Puck's shirt.
"Uh Rach, if...uh if you don't want me to forget that you don't know who the fuck I am and take you right now then you're going the right way about it," Puck said from the bed, his erection pressing hard against his boxers.
"So what would your wife do about that?" Rachel turned around, showing him her breasts and nodding towards his erection.
"She used it to her advantage every night and day," Puck said staring at her bare chest.
"So how about I do the same?" Rachel walked over to him seductively and swung her leg over his, settling herself on his pelvic. Puck's hands immediately went to her thighs, kneading gently before the large bandage on her stomach took him back to earth.
"As much as I want to we can't," He whispered.
"What?! Why?" She hissed.
"Doctor sid to give it a couple of weeks, even so you've been back two days, maybe you need a chance to settle in?"
"Right," Rachel said clambering off him, "I'm...I'm going to sleep on the couch." She picked up the hoddie from the floor and slipped it on.
"No, Rach!" Puck called but she had already scampered down stairs.