A/N: Here is chapter 4!!! Enjoy!!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!
Good-Bye and Hello
Chapter Four
He was going to hate me I just knew it. There was no way he couldn't. I had kept the only thing he had ever wanted from him. He could never love me like I loved him. This thought made the sobs come harder and faster. I began to fall slightly, Kurt's skinny arms no match for my pregnant bulk. I felt his knees begin to buckle when I felt arms sweep me up.
I knew who it was. Puck's arms will always feel familiar to me. I knew he was taking me somewhere and I just decided to live with whatever he wanted and buried my face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. At first I thought he was talking me back into my house but when I heard him call for Kurt to open his truck's door I knew what he wanted. Kurt rushed over and pulled open the door. Puck gently deposited me in the passenger seat and pried my hands from his shirt. I slouched in my seat and sniffled pathetically. Puck closed the door gently. I quickly looked up and watched him walk around the car, only to be stopped by Kurt.
I sat in the car and watched them argue, giving the occasional sniffle or hiccup. Finally Kurt nodded and Puck quickly got in the car. I quickly looked away from him, instead focusing on the evidence of the giant secret I had kept from him. I rested my hands on my stomach and we drove on in silence.
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We had been driving for about 20 minutes when Puck finally broke the silence in the truck. "I'm not made at you Rachel. Kurt explained why you left and why you didn't come back right away when you found out about the baby. I swear that I'm not mad at you. Hurt, yes. Angry, yes, but not at you. Sad, a little. But not mad at you!" He emphasized. I sniffled, slouched lower into the seat, and didn't answer him. Puck sighed and jerked his truck to the side of the road.
I yelped and gripped my stomach harder. This was not what I wanted. I wanted him to yell at me. I wanted him to scream and rant then hold me in his arms and comfort while I cried for the love we had lost. Instead his gentleness and silence rocked me so hard that the tears began to stream down my face again. Puck sighed again, leaned over, unbuckled me and pulled me into his arms. "Shhh. I could never be mad at you. I swear. I'm not saying what you did was what I wanted and I would love for you to explain why you left in your own words. I could never hate the woman carrying my baby." Suddenly he laughed. "A girl. I've always wanted a girl." I smiled and sniffled.
"I know." I whispered. "I thought of you when they told me." He laughed and I heard it rumble deep in his chest. I smiled too, then gasped and sat up quickly. I pressed my hands to my stomach and waited for that feeling to come again.
"What!? What it is!? Is the baby alright?" I was just about to nod when I felt it again. I gasped again and stared in amazement at my stomach.
I looked up at Puck then looked down at my stomach. "Its you!" I said in astonishment. "She recognizes you!"
Puck looked at me in confusion. "What?" he asked. I smiled and grabbed his hand pressed it against my abdomen. He continued to stare at me in confusion when nothing happened. "What? Is something supposed to…!" He gasped as he felt the baby kick inside my stomach. He stared at my stomach incredulously then transferred his amazed gaze to my face.
"My doctor said that a new mom starts to feel the fetal movements around 16-22 weeks. I'm in my 23 week. It's not that unusual to have the movements start late but I was supposed to be feeling evidence of her movement and I haven't even been feeling that. She was waiting for you. She knew you. She knew your voice." I said happily. Puck's hand convulsed slightly on my stomach
Suddenly Puck snatched his hand from my stomach and pressed it to hid head. He pulled in a shuddering gasp and stretched his hand out again. He looked almost afraid. "Puck, what's wrong?" I asked.
Puck tore his gaze away from where his hand wavered in mid-air and looked into my red rimmed eyes. "She knows me!" He choked out. "My baby girl knows my." A huge smile broke across his face and he slipped his hand underneath my shirt. His hand settled onto my stomach and pressed gently. "She knows me." His smiled widened as he felt the baby move again. I watched him in amazement. This was a side of Noah Puckerman that I had never seen. He was always sweet and kind to me, but this reverent awe about him was simply amazing.
His smile was dazzling as he lifted up my shirt to reveal my stomach. "She's going to be beautiful Rache. Absolutely perfect." I smiled.
"Yeah she is." I smiled at him. "You know she likes it when I sing to her. Maybe you should try." He stared at me then he placed his hands on either side of my stomach and leaned down.
"What do I do?" He asked cautiously.
My smile widened. "Just sing." He stared at me for a moment then focused on my stomach. Then he began to croon. I smiled and leaned back a little. This moment was perfect.
Song of the Moon
Going up the Sky
Is soft as a feather
Of Lullaby
Wings are brooding
Still as a star
Crooning to earth
From high and far.
Birdlings nest
In their oval shell
Quiet as bronze
Of a silent bell.
Slumber, my dove.
The night is deep,
The dark's dream
And sound asleep.
His voice was exactly as I remembered. Smooth and deep. It was perfect. Soft and feather light as he sung to our baby. As the song worn done I dropped back to Earth.
I smiled as I took in the picture that we made. Puck with his hands cupping my stomach and his close as he sung to our unborn little girl. Me, sitting back with a small smile on my face as I stared fondly at the one person who had changed my life forever. "That was beautiful." I whispered. "What is it?"
Puck looked up and scooted closer to me. "It's called Song of the Moon, my mother used to sing it to me. And now here I am singing it to my child." He looked so happy that it felt like I could smile forever. "Rachel," he whispered, "do you think she'll like me?"
He sounded so lost, so unlike the Puck I thought I knew that all I could do was cup that hands that still lay on my stomach and look straight into his eyes. "How could she not?" And that was all I needed to say.
He responding smile was blinding. "Rachel I don't know why you believed that you had to leave and right I don't care. Right now the think I'm even thinking about is my lovely little girl currently resting in your stomach and how I want to kiss you and find out if you taste the same as you did the night you left."
My eyes widened. " I won't stop you if you decide to give into that thought." I whispered.
He smiled and leaned forward. "I just might do that." And suddenly his lips were pressed against mine and every worry I had before that moment simply vanished. I remembered that kissing him was always an experience but I'm pretty sure it never felt like this. It felt like everything that was weighing between us was simply gone for one glorious moment.
His lips were warm and soft and he still tasted like cinnamon and grape slushie. He may have changed a little on the outside but no could ever change that unique Puck taste. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against mine. "You still taste like vanilla and strawberries. Which in my mind was always fitting for Rachel Berry." I smiled.
"And you still taste like cinnamon and grape slushie. A perfect Noah Puckerman flavor." He chuckled and kissed my forehead.
"I think I should take you home now." He said, pulling back to his side of the truck. I tried to hide my disappointment but he had always been so good at reading me it really didn't matter. "Unless of course you would accompany me to lunch?"
"Lunch would be great."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed Chapter Four of Good-Bye and Hello. I look forward to any feedback you give me, unless its rude then I don't really care or want it. Also I found the song on the Internet and exited out of the page before I could get eh author so that will be in Chapter Five.