Little Baker Man

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Puck's favorite time in the world was when him and Sabrina would snuggle. Yes, he complained about. Yes, he would make faces whenever Sabrina suggested it. And yes, so okay, he would sometimes sabotage it with a nicely timed prank. But really, did you expect the king of pranksters to just come out and admit that he liked the feeling of Sabrina's arms around him? Of his arms around her? Of the smell her hair had when it was buried under his nose?

No. Of course not.

It was more than just those three things of course, but he didn't want to go too much in depth with the subject. Otherwise, he might just swipe Sabrina up here and now, drag her of to bed and wrap his wings around her.

First reason he couldn't do that would be because no matter how old he got, he was still the king of tricksters. Second of all, they had things more important they needed to do.

The main reason was staring him in the eyes.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Oh, how he wished he could pick up the fat little baker man with the clock on his stomach and through him out the window. Or stuff him down the garbage disposal. Maybe, after this, Sabrina would let him carry the little baker man to the garage where he could run him over with the lawn mower.

Already, his imagination was off with all he could do with the baker man so he wouldn't tick any longer.

As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Sabrina wrapped her arms around him, curling up to his side, silently asking him to return the favor and curl up to her.

Not needing to be asked twice, Puck followed suit. He pulled her to his lap, burying his face in her hair (red now because of his most recent prank), and slowly moved one hand to her lower back while moving the other to the upper part of her arm furthest from him.

Oh, how he liked to snuggle.

He blamed his mother and father for that. If they had held him more, maybe he wouldn't seek comfort in the arms of another.

At least, that's what he told himself. Whatever he could do to validate the snuggling he did.

If he had a headache, snuggling was okay.

If he had a bad day at work (which was everyday- how do people enjoy going to work?), snuggling was okay.

If Sabrina had a headache, snuggling was okay.

If Sabrina had a bad day at work (not as often), snuggling was okay.

Honestly, it was only his manly pride that kept him from admitting his love of snuggling.

When he and Sabrina had first started dating, the idea of snuggling had him running out the door in fear. Lucky for him, Sabrina wasn't to happy about the idea either. Even at the age of 14, he still hadn't acquired a liking for baths, so getting close to him probably wasn't on her mind.

When he was sixteen, the stink was having a major affect on his life. In order to keep make-out seasons longer than two minutes, he started to take baths- much to the happiness of all the house guests.

That was when Sabrina insisted on snuggling.

Puck didn't realize it was snuggling at first- Sabrina doesn't call herself the queen of sneaks for nothing- but when Sabrina didn't leave his bed after a longer-than-two-minutes make-out session he realized that what he was doing would be called snuggling in most social circles.

Of course he confronted her about it- the next morning. Even then, he knew snuggling was awesome and he couldn't waste moments of it because of a fight. Best to play ignorant until the very last minute.

The argument wasn't really much of an argument- more of a contract of sorts. "I promise I will inform you when I want to snuggle because you are too stupid to figure it out on your own," kind of stuff.

That was the same night they had their first snuggle where they both agreed on it. It was also the first night Henry burst into Puck's room finding the couple wrapped together.

"I'm so sorry!" Daphne would later cry. "I didn't mean to tell him! He's just so good at getting you to say stuff without you realizing it!"

This was when Puck found out he loved snuggling almost as much as he loved Sabrina. Okay- no almost about it.

2 minutes left...

Puck stared.

He couldn't help it. For the past few weeks it felt as though all he did was stare. Stare and wait.

He hated it.

In his whole life, not once had he waited for anything. When he finally proposed to Sabrina he waited a total of two days before he got tired of planning a wedding and kidnapped his fiance, taking her to the nearest chapel where they ended up getting married by Friar Lawrence.

He thought it was awesome; Sabrina... not so much.

Neither did her family.

For some reason, they all thought that getting married by the same man who married Romeo and Juliet was a bad omen.

He called them, "superstitious old fools who had fought too many giants."

A week later, he and Sabrina were driving back to their home when a deer jumped out of the bushes. Sabrina, who was at the wheel, ended up jerking it to the left to avoid the deer while forgetting to avoid the tree which was fast approaching the car.

When Puck woke up, he was in a cocoon- he'd know the feel of awesomely disgusting goo anywhere- and surrounded by concerned faces. One of which was Sabrina who looked both relieved and angry.

"It's all your fault!" were the first words out of her mouth.

"While I'm sure you slamming into a tree was my fault entirely," Puck replied, inserting an eye roll, "I really want to know-"

"If you hadn't gotten us married by that Friar Lawrence none of this would have happened!" Sabrina's face got red with anger. Her face scrunched up into an adorable pout that would have made Puck forget what they were arguing about, but the annoying throb in his chest brought him back to reality. Plus, he could never get enough of a good argument with Sabrina.

"Right. Let's go with that, because you taking responsibility for your own actions would be way to difficult."

Her mouth flopped open like a fish. "Says you, Mr. Mature!"

Never one to admit a good insult, Puck rebounded with, "Thank you for agreeing."

Almost immediately, Sabrina yelled "Stink baby!"

"Ugly excuse for a person!" retorted Puck.

"Immature maggot!"

"Frog licker!"

"Ape killer!"

"Bee grabber!"

"Nasty devil!"

"Smelly breather!"

Suddenly, Sabrina said, "Any similarity between you and a human is purely coincidental!"

"Anyone who told you to be yourself couldn't have given you worse advice!" Puck shot back.

Sabrina burst out into tears without any warning and ran at Puck, latching on with all her might.

Puck responded, whispering apologies for whatever he did and wrapping his arms around her.

"Oh, shut up!" Sabrina cried. "I thought I had lost you and your apologizing for insulting me?"

"Sorry, sorry," Puck whispered repeatedly to her.

"You're terrible." Sabrina said wiping tears from her cheeks.

"What did happen?" Puck asked, which was the wrong thing to wonder out loud because Sabrina burst out crying again.

"It was horrible! I was knocked unconscious b-b-you- you were- Oh, God! I hate these tears."

Despite the words of hate, she continued to cry.

"I was what honey?" Puck asked softly, afraid of what could make Sabrina cry.

"There was a branch and it- it was," crying harder, Sabrina lifted her hand, placing it where he body ached. Over his heart. "Here."

"What?" he croaked.

"There was so much blood and you weren't breathing," Sabrina started to speed up, taking faster with every word, "but according to your mom, it was just your immortal genes shutting down your body so it could start to heal you and-"

Puck interrupted, "Sabrina?"

"Yes?"

"Please stop talking."

"Okay."

After a few seconds, Sabrina spoke again. "I liked the insult about the responsibility thing."

"I liked the Mr. Mature part."

Then, they finally sat there in silence, just holding each other. It was the first time Puck really understood how much he loved Sabrina and how much she loved him.

"Do you think this is how they always are?" Daphne whispered in the background.

Puck smiled leaning down to kiss Sabrina's hair.

This was the day he realized, when Sabrina died, he did too. Maybe it was a good thing they got married by Friar Lawrence- their romance was going to end the same way as Romeo and Juliet's. (It would have earlier- if Sabrina hadn't remembered Puck's immortality.)

1 minute left...

"There's one minute left," Sabrina whispered.

"I know," Puck replied, holding Sabrina tighter.

"Are you scared?"

Puck pursed his lips. He wasn't scared, not once during this entire process had Puck gotten scared. Nervous, apprehensive, yes- he was those things. But never scared. "No. Are you?"

Silently, Sabrina shook her head. "I just thought, you might be, since, you know, how you reacted."

Now that was perfectly reasonable. Puck hadn't always had the calmest disposition about a lot of things- hard to believe.

That day was one of the worst days of Puck's life as well.

Of course, when he woke up, he wasn't in the most desirable mood. Somehow, he had gotten one of wings crushed under Sabrina's body while they had slept.

He stomped down stairs, wearing his work clothes- jeans and a t-shirt. Since he was officially a Grimm, he had to work at the family business. Even though working as a Grimm was more exciting than being an accountant, it was still work. Blah.

"How did you sleep, honey?" Sabrina asked using her sugary sweet voice.

Puck paused and stared at her. She never called him honey unless something was going on.

Knowing that if he played along he would probably get bacon and pancakes, he answered, "Not well. One of my wings got twisted."

"I'm so sorry, baby. Here sit down. I'll massage it for you." Sabrina smiled, rubbed her hands on a dish towel and walked over to Puck.

Puck couldn't move. He just stared at her. What the heck was going on? Sabrina better not be cheating on him or anything.

Sabrina smiled and rolled her eyes. "Silly!" she said and grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down into the nearest seat and putting a plate full of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes in front of him. Whatever it was she wanted from him, she sure was pulling out all the stops.

"Sabrina, you better not try- Oh, that feels good." Puck closed his eyes, feeling ultimately relaxed. Right now, Sabrina could tell him she wanted a divorce and he wouldn't care.

Slowly she rubbed his shoulders, moving lower massaging the part where his wings met his back.

"So Puck, I think-"

Puck interrupted, fearing that whatever would come out of her mouth would stop the moment. "Don't ruin it."

"Puck, this is serious."

"I know, that's why I said it."

Sabrina stopped rubbing his wings and rested her hands on his shoulders.

"Puck," Sabrina said softly, "I want to have children."

Puck stiffened, imagining little people who looked like him and Sabrina running around the house, ruining everything. He imagined himself sitting in a room, reading some kind of paper, while his children screamed for his attention. He imagined Sabrina frazzled and trying to keep everything under control.

No. Kids weren't an option. Never.

"No. We are not having kids," Puck said, his voice soft but sharp.

"Puck, we've been married, what, five years? I want to have kids, I want to be a mom." Sabrina paused, as if in thought. "Maybe-"

"No! We are not having kids." Puck pushed himself up, shaking off Sabrina's hands.

"Puck-"

"No. I agreed to marry you but I never asked to have little me's brought into the world."

Sabrina looked shocked. She looked surprised. She looked as if he had punched her in the face.

"I need to think," Puck whispered, walking to put on his jacket and leave the house.

"Puck, I'm going to have children. Whether it's with you... Or not."

Puck's heart stopped. "What do you mean?"

"I mean-" Sabrina took a deep breath, "- that if you don't want to have kids, I'll have to find someone who will. Puck-" Another deep breath, "- we'd have to get a divorce."

Puck closed his eyes, holding back the tears that were gathering.. He couldn't have kids, he couldn't.

After calming down, Puck opened the door and walked out.

He walked, and he walked, and he walked. Past the barrier- which always gave him a little zap as if confused since he was both an Ever After and a Grimm- past the next little town, and into the woods.

God, what was he supposed to do now? One of the reason's he finally proposed to Sabrina was because he was sure she would never want to have kids. She had spent two years in a foster home, abandoned by her parents and forced to take care of her sister. He had done reading, reading for God's sake, that said that children with her kind of past would not want to face motherhood. She was supposed to have faced the ugly side of it.

He wasn't an idiot- despite what Sabrina has said about him. He knew the reason he didn't want children. Memories of his Father haunted him every night.

"Dad," Puck said walking into his father's office. Puck looked eleven but in human years was actually twenty.

"You will not address me as Dad, but as Father. It is a sign of respect and judging from the fact I am still King, I do deserve respect from my only son."

"But Dad-"

"Father," the King interrupted.

"Father," Puck replied, feeling some of his excitement dissipate. "I made something today."

His father sighed and made the motion to continue.

"I call it," Puck paused, smiling, the excitement had started to grow again, "the Stink Bomb."

Puck couldn't help but let some of his pride seep into his smile. It had taken it five weeks to master this creation. First it had exploded in his room- but with no stink, so he had to go back to the drawing room. Finally it was done, and he was showing it off.

"Oh dear, God," His father muttered under his breath but Puck pretended to ignore him.

"You see what you do is pull this little thing out and- Uh oh." The little lever that was supposed to set of the bomb had gotten pulled out someway, which meant the bomb had about thirty seconds or less before it exploded into a noxious gas.

His father stood up. "Puck, what's wrong?"

"Nothing Dad. I- I can fix it." Desperately Puck ran over to his Father's desk and tried to find something that could work as a makeshift lever.

Suddenly, smoke started to come from the bomb. "What the-" the King started, getting red in the face with anger. "Get that away from my documents!"

Puck found himself being thrown out of the room, his dad's hateful glare would haunt him for nights. "Dad, I swear I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, just get out! Get out! Go see your mother, I don't care! Just leave!" His father slammed the door in his face. Dimly, Puck could hear the lock turning but all he was focused on was his father yelling to somebody.

He yelled, "I hate that child! I wish he would grow up. It's not cute, it's not clever, it's annoying and infuriating. All my documents, ruined! And for a silly prank. I'll never give him this kingdom. Never!"

Yes. It was no secret why he didn't want kids.

As he walked along, thinking about what Sabrina had said, he realized something. The situation was fairly simple: Don't have kids and don't have Sabrina or Have kids and have Sabrina.

He definitely wanted Sabrina but he didn't want kids. Either he had to stop loving Sabrina or start loving kids. Unfortunately, only one was possible.

"Looks like I'm gonna be a dad," Puck muttered to himself, feeling his face scrunch up in disgust. He stopped walking and glared at the tree ahead of him "Now, how am I going to start liking kids?"

"Waaaaah!" Some one yelled, falling out of the trees and landing directly on his back.

"Ouch!" Puck yelled, feeling his already damaged wing bend in agony.

"Oh," a little high pitched voice said in shock. "I'm so sorry Mister! I didn't think anyone was here."

Puck rolled over onto his back and looked up into the face of a little girl. It was odd. The little girl looked like a mixture of him and Sabrina. She had gold hair and a round face like Puck but blue eyes and a nose like Sabrina. She looked, dare he say, adorable.

"Huh," Puck thought aloud.

"Huh," the girl thought back.

For a while they just stared at each other before the girl smiled and reached out her hand. "My name's Serenity which my mom says is ironic because I'm the opposite of serene. I like sugar and apes- not monkeys, they are such impostors-, and pranks. What about you?"

"Uh," Puck began still staring at the girl. What the heck was going on? "My name is Puck and I like food-"

"Wise not to discriminate," Serenity whispered to him.

"-and apes, and pranks." Serenity stared at him for a moment before breaking out into a giant grin.

"How cool is that? We like all the same things! Except for sugar, but sugar's food- right?- so we also like that too. This. Is. So. Awesome! Just wait until I tell Kye."

"Kye?" Puck asked his eyes widening.

"He's my big brother. You look a lot like him, you know."

"I think I'm in hell," Puck whispered, letting his head fall back onto the ground.

"What did you say?" Serenity asked.

"Did you hear a bell?"

Serenity smiled bigger. "Nope! I must have landed on you pretty hard if your hearing things."

Over the next few hours Serenity talked to him about everything. What she ate this morning, when she took a bath, what she ate yesterday and so on. Despite all his misgivings about kids, Serenity was pretty cool.

"My dad and my mom are really awesome. Well, my dad is- my mom is the one who makes me take showers."

"I know how that is," Puck answered, smiling at the little girl. "My wife won't even serve me food unless I take a shower everyday."

"Ouch," Serenity said, making a face. "That's harsh."

After a moment Serenity looked up at Puck and said, "You actually look almost identical to my dad, and his name is Puck too."

Puck's smile disappeared. "What?"

"Yeah, he looks like you except older. He has more wrinkles here, here and here," Serenity said, pointing to her eyes, mouth, and forehead.

A thought struck Puck. Slowly he asked, "What did you say your Mom's name was again?"

"Oh, her name is Sabrina. Why?"

Puck stood up, his eyes wide. Did he fall into an alternate reality or something?

"Puck," a female voice from the heavens called. "Puck. It's time to wake up."

His eyes popped open and instead of seeing forest, he was surrounded by walls. An annoying beeping sound was coming from his left and upon closer examination he realized it was a heart monitor.

"Puck," Sabrina cried from his right. He spun his head around and saw her standing by his bed side. "If you think fainting in the middle of nowhere is going to make me forget about having kids-"

Puck grabbed Sabrina and kissed her as hard as he could while ignoring the headache from whatever really did land on top of his head.

"Don't forget about having kids. I want them," Puck stated.

"Wha-?" Sabrina blinked, confused. "What changed?" Her eyebrows scrunched up in an adorable way.

"Just this dream I had." Puck smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

"How hard did you get hit in the head," Sabrina asked.

Puck laughed and pulled her into the hospital bed with him.

"What are you-? Puck, are you snuggling with me?"

"Yes, I am, and that's not going to stop soon. I was thinking, if we try to conceive everyday for a month and then wait, we'll probably be successful." Puck couldn't help but smiling. The idea of having a child like Serenity wouldn't be so bad. In addition, his subconscious even told him have a kid. "Just one thing though. If it's a boy, we name it Kye. If it's a girl, we name it Serenity."

Sabrina smiled with him. "But won't Serenity be ironic. I mean, she will be your daughter," Sabrina teased.

"Indeed it will." Puck leaned in for another kiss.

It was the first time Puck realized he didn't have to be like his father. He was the Trickster King, not the Fairy King, and one was way better for raising children than the other. He'd make sure of it.

"Oh, look who's awake!" Daphne cried, running in and jumping between Puck and Sabrina.

This was the day where Puck learned to love kids as much as Sabrina did. Even though, his wing was completely smashed, Sabrina threatened to divorce him, and he was knocked out by some unknown object, that day wasn't that bad. Not bad at all.

0 minutes left...

Riiiiiing! The fat little baker man went

"The timer's off," Sabrina whispered. "That means I should go check the pregnancy test."

"Yes," Puck agreed. "It does." But Sabrina made no effort to leave his lap.

"I'm nervous," Sabrina mummered.

Puck softened. "Hey," he said. "No matter what that tests reads, I will always be positive. I'm in it for the long haul. Plus, what's the worse that could happen? We need to try another month, which is no hardship on me."

Sabrina smiled and gracefully got off his lap. Slowly, she walked into the bathroom. A gasp was heard and Sabrina galloped out of the room. She stopped in front of him, a smile spreading across her face.

"It's positive," Puck stated, a similar smile spreading across his face.

Sabrina nodded enthusiastically. Puck guffawed while he rose from the couch, grabbing Sabrina and raising her up. While squealing, Sabrina wrapped her arms around Puck's neck and covered Puck's face with kisses.

"Hey guys," Daphne said, opening the door to their bedroom but freezing when she saw what she had walked in on. "Oh, uh, am I interrupting anything?"

Sabrina let go of Puck and ran over to Daphne while screaming, "I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant," over and over.

Right now, Puck thought, I'm the happiest I have been in my whole life, but it won't be the happiest I'll ever be.

Another slow grin spread across his face as he stared at Sabrina's belly. In two months their might be a little bump there. A bump with their child.

Ignoring his manly pride, he walked to Sabrina, wrapped his arms around her (while kicking Daphne out), and slammed the door shut.

Ignoring Sabrina's protests, he smiled and said, "It's just the three of us now." He dropped Sabrina on the bed and crawled up to her stomach where he buried his face.

This was the day he learned that not only did he love snuggling with Sabrina but he also loved snuggling with his future child.