Chapter 8

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RPOV:

I walk in the door and I can hear both of my dads talking with Noah's mom Leah. I take a deep calming breath and walk into the living room. "Dad, Daddy. What are you doing here?" I ask getting straight to the point. "We came to see you." My dad Richard says getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. I hold tight to him trying not to cry. It's been a few months since we've been in the same room together. "Oh sweetheart. Look at you. You look so beautiful." He coos while squeezing my hands. I smile brightly for the first time in weeks.

He gives me a kiss on the cheek and I walk over to my father Ben. "Daddy I missed you." I say honestly and he gives me a small smile eying my stomach. "I missed you too darling." He says softly and all I want to do is give him a big hug but I don't. I'm too scared he'll reject me. "Well I'll leave you all to talk in private." Leah says sweetly. "No Leah you can stay. Whatever they have to say they can say in front of you. We're all family now." I say and she just nods her head. I take a seat on the sofa next to her facing both of my dads. "So what did you want to talk about?" I ask not wanting to drag out the awkwardness.

"Well Darling we want you to come home. Your father and I have talked and we just love and miss you so much." Richard says beaming at me. "I miss you both too." I say feeling the tears well in my eyes. A part of my wants to go home to be the little girl my fathers adored and the other wants to stay and make my own life with Noah and our son. "Yes sweetheart we want you to come home. You can go through the rest of your pregnancy at home and when the time comes we found a wonderful young Jewish couple that wants to adopt your baby." Ben says matter of factly. "I…what…we are not giving the baby up for adoption. Noah and I are keeping our son." I say placing my hand protectively on my swollen belly.

My father Ben sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. Something he does when he's trying to figure out what to say next. "Rachel we have thought this through. You are too young to raise a baby, especially with a boy like that." He says the distaste rising in his tone. "Excuse me. What is that suppose to mean?" Leah says flashing daggers at my daddy. Now Leah Puckerman may be a tiny woman but she is one tough cookie. Noah towers over her tiny frame but he is still terrified of angering the petite brunette. "I don't mean to offend you but we have heard all about your son and the things that have been said don't cast him in a favorable light." My dad Ben says narrowing his eyes the smooth mocha skin crinkling on the sides.

"Believe me when I say I know all about my son but I also know he's a good boy. He's taken responsibility when most boys his age would have cut and run." Leah says standing and placing her hand on her hip. "And furthermore he has gotten a job, goes to school, picked up his grades, still manages to play football and take care of Rachel and their son. That's a lot for a teenage boy but he does it because he wants to be a better man than his father." She spat the fierce mama bear coming out of her. I can't help but smile. I hope that I am half the mother she is. Even though Noah has messed up time and again she still stands behind him no matter what.

"Please, everyone calm down. We are doing this not just for Rachel but for Noah too. All that responsibility for a boy that young cannot be good for him. He has a life too and I'm sure he had plans for the future that didn't involve a family." My dad Richard says always trying to be the peacemaker. "I understand that but I also know that this is their decision. I will not force them to give up my grandson. I believe that even though they are young they can still achieve the goals they wanted it will just be a lot more difficult. They will have to work harder but I have faith in them. Something the two of you should have." Leah scolds them like children.

My daddy shakes his head furiously. "Rachel you need to listen to us. You have so much potential and a child will just drag you down. I don't want to see you give up all your dreams to be a housewife in Lima with a pack of kids. You're better than that." He says forcefully. "I know what I want and I want to keep my son. I know I will be a star someday. I'm just going to have to work harder like Leah said. I also know that Noah will be there to help me every step of the way. I care about him and he cares for me." I say the tears coming faster and faster. "You need more than feelings to make things work."My daddy Ben snaps at me. "I give you six more months before the stress of everything tears the both of you apart. Then you'll be knocking on the door with a child in tow." He says sternly.

"No…I know we can do this…I'm not the same Rachel I was before. I'm stronger. I've grown up a lot. I'm more realistic about my future. I know I'll have to make some sacrifices and so will Noah but as long as we have each other we can do this." I say crying harder now. I try to take a deep breath to calm myself down when a sharp pain shoots through my side. "Uhh...ahh." I groan as another sharp pain hits me. "Rachel are you ok?" Leah asks me the concern shining in her eyes. I shake my head. "No." I say and both my fathers jump up.

"Richard lets get her into the car. We need to take her to the hospital." My dad Ben says. He's always the calm one in situations like these. "I'm going with you." Leah says grabbing her purse and cell. My dads help me into their car as another wave of pain hits me. I sit in the back with Leah and she hugs me close. I cry harder thinking of my little boy. I'm only five and half months along and I know if I have him now he won't survive for long. "Shh…it'll be ok." Leah says trying to sooth me. She grabs her cell and tries to get a hold of Noah.

The thought of him calms me a little. He's all I want right now. I need him with me. My dad Richard is racing us to the hospital faster than I ever thought possible. The pain keeps coming making me scared that I might lose my baby boy. Leah keeps telling me to breathe and keep calm. I let her voice sooth me. After a few minutes my dads are rushing me though the ER doors. I'm hurriedly whisked away to the maternity ward. The nurses get me into a gown and hook me up to several monitors. The doctor comes in several times to check on me but doesn't really say anything. The pain is still constant and all I want is Noah to comfort me.

I don't know how much time has passed but the pain is easing a little when I hear a commotion coming from outside my room door. "What the fuck did you do to her?" Noah yells angrily. "Please calm down Noah. Rachel needs you right now." I hear my dad Richard say. Noah bursts in my room with a frantic look on his face. He rushes to my side and pulls me into his arms. "Are you ok? How's our boy?" He asks his hazel eyes filling with tears. I can't even answer him. I just grip his hand as I feel the pain come back.

"It's going to be ok. I'm here now." He says placing a small kiss on my lips. I nod my head and take a deep breath. Several minutes later a nurse comes in and checks the machine that monitors the contractions I'm having. She checks my vitals then leaves me and Noah alone. He climbs into the bed next to me and holds me. The pain is easing up again when the doctor comes in the room. She's tall and blonde and looks really young. "After examining you and checking over your lab work everything looks to be just fine. The baby's heart rate is good. I think the contractions that you have been feeling are what we call Braxton Hicks contractions. It's false labor." She says in her doctor tone.

"What brought it on?" Noah asks his hand placed protectively on my round stomach. "Stress is the main factor in causing these. I suggest you take a few days to rest and de-stress. No heavy lifting. No prolonged standing. Take it easy for the next few months." She says and leaves to talk to our parents. I relax instantly knowing that our baby will be just fine. "Don't ever do that to me again Rach. I was so scared." He says holding me closer. "I promise to avoid all stressful situations from now on." I say burying my face in his neck and breathing in his orange and rain scent.

I spend another hour in the hospital just to make sure everything is fine. My dads drive me and Leah home while Noah catches a ride with his boss Jared. Jared had rushed Noah here when his mom finally got a hold of him. Jared is a sweet man in his early fifties that has taken a shine to Noah. He's taken him under his wing and teaches him the inner workings of the shop. He's like the dad Noah never had.

Noah helps me to our room and gently lays me down on the bed. If I thought he was being overprotective before, now he'll be unbearable. I settle in as my fathers come in the room. My dad Richard hugs me close and starts to cry. "Daddy please stop. We're ok." I say softly. "I know, I know. I just wish we can figure out a way for things to go back to the way they were before." He says sweetly. "Daddy, it'll never be like they were before. I'm different now and so is Noah. I just wish you would accept that we are keeping this baby and I'm not a little girl anymore." I say fighting to keep my tears from falling.

He hugs me tight again and leaves me. My daddy Ben comes closer and he gives me a small hug. It's not what I want but I'll take what I can get. "I still don't agree with what you are doing but I'm happy that you and the baby are safe." He says before leaving the room. I sigh heavily. It's a start and I hope someday things won't be so strained between us. I relax into the bed exhausted from today's event. Noah comes in the room and slides in next to me. He pulls my back to his chest and wraps his arm around us protectively. He buries his face in my neck and I can feel the tears falling on my exposed skin. I don't say anything I just let him hold me. We both drift off and fall asleep.

"Noah I'm not an invalid. I think I'm more than capable to pack on my own. I don't need supervision." I say irritated by him. It's been a month since the hospital incident and he's absolutely insufferable. I can't even go the bathroom without him hovering outside the door. "Just deal with it Berry. I'm just trying to make sure you and the baby are ok." He snaps at me. "I don't need to be treated like I'm made of glass. Noah please just let me do this. I'm not even touching any of the heavy things." I say trying to reason with him. "Fine but don't move any of the boxes. Mike and Matt will be here tomorrow to do that." He says firmly. "Fine." I huff and continue to bubble wrap and pack the few things we do own.

My dad Richard had brought over some things of mine from my room he thought I would want. Let's just say both my dads we're not too pleased when they found out that Noah and I are moving into our own place but decided not push me after what happened last time. They promised not to pry as long as I kept up my grades and did well in glee. Glee was still a main focus of mine even though I couldn't do a lot of the choreography. We blew them away at sectionals and regionals were coming up soon.

Things were becoming more and more strained between Noah and I. We haven't even moved into our own place yet and we're already fighting like cats and dogs. Between school, work, glee and football practice Noah and I hardly spend any time together. The time we do spend together we spent it fighting. My hormones have been out of control and he's been under a lot of stress so we are constantly butting heads. I finish packing and flop down on Noah's bed. It's our last night in his mom's house. She made us a nice dinner earlier and I cried because she has been so wonderful to me through this whole thing.

Noah walks in the room with only a pair of flannel pajama pants that are hanging dangerously low on his hips. Great, I'm pissed at him but now all I wanna do is violate him in as many ways as I can. Damn hormones. "Look Berry. I'm sorry. I'm just stressed and I worry about you and our son. I just want the two of you to be ok." He says softly and climbs into bed next to me. I place my head on his broad chest and place my hand on his flat stomach. I love the way his abs twitch and contract under my touch. "I'm sorry too. I'm not use to being taken care of by anyone other than my dads. I just like being independent." I say running my fingers up and down on his abs. He groans a little and pulls me closer.

I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him and i'm almost positive he's in love with me but neither of us has actually said the words. I guess we really don't need them. It's our actions that prove we love each other. The little things we do for each other speak volumes. I sigh contentedly as he rubs my sore back soothingly. It's moments like these that I know we'll be just fine. I slide my hand down further and I can feel him tense up. We haven't done anything more than make out since the whole hospital thing and I feel like I'm going to burst from all this pent up sexual frustration.

"Rach…" He breaths my name and before he can say anything else I straddle his waist. He places his hands on my thighs and I can feel my heart pounding. "Don't Noah. I need this and you need this. You have been taking far too many cold showers and I feel like I'm going to explode." I say hurriedly as I pull my white nightgown over my head. I look in his eyes and I can see his resistance falter. He licks his lips as he eyes my much fuller breast. I can't help but smirk at the effect I have on him. When he looks at me like that I never feel fat or ugly.

"Rachel I don't think..." He says but I cut him off with a kiss. He doesn't hesitate after that. He reaches up and cups my breast tenderly. "No soft stuff Puck I just want you to fuck me." I say huskily and he roughly grabs my hips and impales me on his hard cock. "FUCK!!" I yell throwing my head back. I rock my hips back and forth causing a delicious friction. "Fuck Berry you're so tight and wet." He groans pushing his head back in the pillows. I rock my hips faster and faster while Noah bucks under me. "Oh…oh …No...Ah." I moan. I can feel the coil bellow my belly begin to tighten causing a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

I rock my hips a few more times then I cum hard releasing my warm juices all over his still hard member. He quickly lays me on my side and positions himself behind me. It's the only other way we can have sex since my belly is so huge now. He spreads my legs pulling one back over his hip and enters my wet core slowly making me moan lowly. He's hitting all the right spots in this position making my knees weak. He kneads my breast and kisses my neck while pumping in me faster and faster. "Uhh …fuck Rach…I'm…gonna cum soon." He grunts while thrusting harder. He grips my hips tighter as he cums hard releasing his seed deep in my core. I moan softly as I cum again clenching down on his softening member.

He buries his face in my neck as we both come down from our high. He pulls the blanket around us and holds me close. This is exactly what we needed. I feel like my bones are made of jello. Its times like these I'm glad he's very experienced at the art of sex. He knows exactly how to make me come undone. We hold each other closer knowing tomorrow will be the start of our new life together. I start to drift off when I hear him softly say "I love you." I stiffen slightly not sure what to do. I pretend to sleep not wanting to deal with that right now. I need time to think. Time to figure out how to tell him I feel the same way too. I've never been good at social interactions so I don't want to make a mistake with him. When I tell him I love him I want there to be no doubt that is how I feel for him. Why do things have to keep getting more complicated?

A/N: Please Review. Next up a baby shower/house warming party. Also Puck and Rachel have it out about where their relationship is going and Rachel finally admits how she feels, but is it too late?

This is my entry into Kiss Me Pink's baby mama drama contest. If I make the top three please vote for me. Thanks again.