Author's Note:
This was going to be a fifteen-chapter story, however, after a review that requested more Quill smut (something I had not planned for the final chapter!) I have opted to include one more chapter. So, in the light of my consideration of my loyal and loved readers, I hope you'll all leave reviews and criticisms of my writing as this story really does draw to a close.
DaenerysTargary3n
Ten years later…
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine';
With separate 'I' and 'thou' free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
~ I Loved You First (C. Rossetti)
"One, two, three…gone!" The thirty-two year old woman said, pushing three of her lookalikes out her front door.
"Geez, mom, you're meant to miss us when we go to school, not try to get us to leave. Honestly, what kind of mother are you?" The bigger boy said, sarcastic to a fault.
"Oh please, Jackie," the pretty teenage girl retorted, "don't be such a momma's boy. She's allowed to have a life too, you know. What? You think as soon as we go out the door mom just falls over and cries cos her kids are at school?"
"No, I don't. Leigh, I was kidding. Why do you always have to have the last word?"
Mrs Schuester had had enough, "Alright, guys! Enough already! Look, you're going to miss the bus and I don't want to have to drive to three separate schools this morning. Funny enough, I do actually have plans that involve the three of you being at school. So, go!"
"Fine, fine!" They chorused.
Just as Quinn Schuester, domestic goddess, was about to shut the door behind her children, her youngest caught her eye and he smiled innocently at her.
"Bye mom," Chad Timothy Schuester murmured so his siblings would not overhear, "miss you."
"See you, sweetheart, love you. Have a good day at school."
Clad in her fluffy maroon dressing gown, the mother of three closed the door still revelling in her youngest boy's kind words. She adored them all but only Chad had his father's true kindness. Jackson had all her sarcasm and was a jock at heart and Kayleigh was such a force of nature that a day rarely went by without Quinn seeing bits of Noah in her daughter's personality and behaviour. She was impulsive and getting more and more confrontational as she matured.
"Well, now they're gone…" A sultry voice echoed throughout the kitchen and living room.
"Will, you were standing there the whole time I was trying to get them out the door and didn't help? How unchivalrous of you."
She noticed her husband's languid form leaning against the kitchen island dressed in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. The shriek that then escaped her lips made his lips turn up in amusement.
"You think," he began as he sidled towards her, "that I would risk being caught by my teenage daughter and young children dressed like this? Leigh's old enough to know what goes on between a husband and wife, especially after you had 'the talk' with her last year."
"What goes on between a husband and wife, huh? And what would that be?"
Will shrugged, "Don't be a tease, Quinn. You know what the answer to that is. The three people who just walked out the door prove that."
"When did you get so wise?" She giggled back.
"Old age." He quipped.
As they both laughed together at his wit, they fell in together and Quinn gripped his still-shapely arms and felt his chest fall against her.
"You're not old, love," Quinn assured him, snaking her arms around his neck, "you've got years and years left to spend here…with me."
"I hope you're right but just in case, we'd best make the most of the time we have alone together when the kids are out of the house and to do that, you need to be wearing less clothes."
Quinn laughed freely, "Well, then why don't you unwrap me and see what's underneath the clothes?"
He quirked his eye, almost daring his wife to have the flawless form he knew she possessed under her robe. As he drew the knotted sash binding the garment away, the tent in his boxers was growing and growing in size and discomfort. Who was he to complain though when he had such a hot and desirable wife?
"Stop daydreaming and get on with it!" She exclaimed, interrupting his rumination.
At that invitation, however brusque it was, he stopped shilly-shallying about and removed her outer garment in one go. The sight he was greeted with upon doing so was reward enough for being swift in undressing the nymph before him.
"You like?" Quinn whispered into his ear.
Indeed he did, for she was wearing a tasteful but attractive corset that made her maternity-enhanced breasts say 'come get me' and a matching pair of briefs. Over the years and since carrying three babies within her, Quinn had grown curves in all the right places and had worked hard to avoid the stretch marks she had feared since she fell pregnant with Kayleigh. The yoga and pilates classes she attended were keeping her in fine shape.
"I do…" Will stuttered, his brain not having the dibs on his body's blood supply, "but I have a feeling that as gorgeous as they look on, they'll look so much better in a pile behind the counter."
She coerced her face into a fake pout, "But, why would they be in a pile over there? I have no intention of taking them off downstairs."
"But I do…" He murmured back just before he slammed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
They had been playing these games with each other for the past four days: basically kicking the kids out the door in the morning, making love all morning and then sitting naked with each other by the piano just singing and having fun like they used to before they became a family of five. Life was good when they were on hiatus. They got to have more play than work.
As he invaded her mouth with every inch of his, their entire bodies fitted together like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle as they kissed. His hands wandered mercilessly over her body, unlacing her corset as they passed her back so the garment began to fall away painfully gradually.
"Hang on," she gasped, unwillingly pulling away from her lover's feverish lips, "you take my breath away and when you do, I can't stay upright."
He smiled, glad he still made Quinn weak at the knees and as a fifty year old man too. Even though he had grey streaks in his hair, felt draughts and his bones ached in the winter, he was still able to easily raise her up onto the island and stand between her lithe legs without trembling.
"That's much better." She said as her corset fell to the floor, leaving her upper torso marvellously naked.
"I'll say…" Will responded before planting soft and intoxicating kisses down her throat to her collarbone to her chest.
"Don't stop."
He grinned against her right breast, "I don't intend to," he said before hooking his ring finger in her panties and letting her feel the sensation of the cold metal of his wedding band for just a moment before removing the obstructing garment.
"I need you, I need you inside of me."
With that invitation, Will lost all control and any sense of restraint. Quinn was already coaxing his boxers down his legs with her toes. Once his manhood was free, he pressed a hand to his wife's opening and was aroused more (if that was even possible) by how wet she was already.
"Oh God," he groaned, letting his fingers enter her gently, "I love you."
"I love you too."
That was all her husband needed to hear as he stroked her and pressed down on her swollen cluster of nerves that was causing her brow to furrow and her eyes to slam shut.
With superlative ease, Will found the rubbery spot within her that, when massaged, brought sounds out of his wife that were not found in nature but were more musical to him than hearing her sing. Once his fingers had found their target, they twirled and swirled until her muscles pushed them back stronger and stronger.
"I'm so close…"
He could feel that as he pressed into her inner walls with more force. As he pressed her raw nub one last time to bring her to rapture, the scream of his name coursed out of her mouth and her juices coated his fingers in their sweet wetness.
As he looked up at her panting face, a smug but handsome grin conquered his own as he asked, "Enjoy that, sweetheart?"
She smirked, "You know I did, but I would so enjoy our activities more if we finished them together, you know?"
He kissed her full on the mouth while he pulled her off the counter a bit so he could penetrate her with ease and pleasure. The shudder that shot through her spine at the contact was ecstasy for the man that caused the reaction.
For her part, Quinn felt as if she was on fire and every nerve in her body was burning with desire, with pleasure from her recent orgasm, with anticipation from the one that was to come. It was tantamount to torture the way Will made her feel when they were in the throes of their lovemaking. She longed to bring him the same pleasure that he selflessly gave her and feel him fill her to the hilt with his seed and his shaft. He was large for a man but not uncomfortably so, so when she began to move and envelop him further and squeeze him with her Kegel muscles, it was blissful for them both.
When Will met her thrust for thrust and they invested themselves in bringing the other the maximum amount of pleasure, Will felt the eighteen years that separated him from the age of his young wife fall away and Quinn felt as though her body was just as it was before Kayleigh came into being. It was as though their physical bodies were light and carefree but their emotions and minds and souls made their sex deep and meaningful.
Again, Quinn felt herself contract and as she clenched with more force around her husband, she felt the tightness within her explode into shards of euphoria stabbing their way through her body to the very tips of her blonde hair.
Will sensed her fall over the edge and allowed himself to follow Quinn's lead with a gasp and shot his load into the very core of her.
As they recovered and after Quinn hopped down from her precarious position, stumbling a bit while her legs recuperated, they slumped down together to sit at the foot of the island.
"That was better than last time," Will told his wife, "and the time before that, and the time before that."
Before Quinn had the chance to kiss her husband in gratitude for his kind words, words that only poured oil on the fire burning for him in the confines of her heart, she heard the ring of the landline in the living room.
"Give me a minute and I'll show you just how much better we can be…" Quinn sang to Will as she bounded out of the kitchen.
While Will was watching her ass bounce as she walked away, he heard another ring sound through the house. Looking up, he saw his cell vibrate about to fall off the counter.
"Hi, Will here," he said, having reached up and answered the phone, "what's up?"
Truth be told, he was a little peeved at whoever was about to greet him. He had gone to great lengths to ensure that he and Quinn had the fortnight off. Their newest show was under great leadership and a fabulous artistic director in the shape of Mrs Rachel Hudson who three years ago had eschewed her Broadway spotlight in favour of her daughter, Carla. It was supposed to be uninterrupted time alone with his family.
"Will, oh my God, it's happening! It's finally happening! You and Quinn need to get here, to the hospital! Melinda went into labour! Hurry up!"
He shot up upon recognising Blaine's excited but nervous voice, "Wow! Congrats, Blaine! What hospital are you at, man?"
"Erm…Kurt, what hospital is this? Yes, I know I should know that but just spill it! Will, we're at Southampton Hospital."
"Okay, we'll be there as soon as we can."
He hung up and bellowed, "Quinn, I got some news!"
He heard back almost instantly, "We need to leave like now, honey!"
As he went to get her, she rounded the corner and both yelled right in each other's faces, "Blaine and Kurt are having their babies!"
They both laughed as both of their best friends had obviously been on the phone with the both of them and hurried to get dressed so they could make the journey from their house of two years in Wainscott, a lovely area in The Hamptons to Southampton Hospital which was two hours' drive away. They had moved there partly because they could afford it and partly to be closer to the Hummel husbands as Quinn called them, who resided in East Quogue.
After Will raced their car down the highway, they reached the waiting room where Kurt and Blaine were pacing, expecting news of their twins' birth.
"Hey guys, what's the news?" Will inquired.
"First one is apparently seconds away and they'll know about the second one after that." Blaine answered, trying to be calm.
"How come you guys aren't inside?" Quinn asked next.
"Mel didn't want two guys – even two gay guys – staring at her junk while it was popping little humans out of it." Kurt replied, obviously upset at the surrogate's decision, but more excited for what she was giving them.
"Fair enough."
They all sat down and Quinn called her daughter's school while Will rang the two schools the boys went to telling them that they were at the hospital and would be home late but Mrs Carraway, their former nanny who still helped out from time to time, would be collecting them.
Within minutes, an L&D nurse came out and smiled at the expectant father and their friends.
"Well, what is it?" Blaine asked tersely, that apparent calmness gone.
"Well, Melinda has given birth to a healthy baby girl…so far!" She replied, knowing that the happiness that would replace the gruffness on her interrogator's face was part of what made her days in the hospital.
"Awwww! We have a daughter, Blaine," Kurt cooed, "but what about our other child? Will they be okay?"
"Yes, Mr Hummel, we anticipate that your daughter's sibling will be in the world properly very soon."
"How long is very soon?" The still anxious Mr Hummel asked again.
"Mr Hummel," the nurse said to Blaine, "just relax and sit here with your husband. Your daughter is being taken down to the children's ward to be cleaned up and to start her paperwork. Your other baby will be here, probably within the hour, so just sit tight and talk to your friends."
Blaine Hummel nodded, taking her advice and permitting her to return to the delivery room.
The next hour or so passed in relative silence. Quinn sat on Will's lap and played solitaire on her phone while Will took amusement in playing with her hair and making the irregular comment about her losing to a piece of technology. Kurt went back to pacing up and down the room, almost in a dancelike manner and Blaine took out his iPod and flicked it onto the 'Waiting for the Kids' playlist, then closed his eyes.
This is how it remained until the same nurse saw them again and this time entered saying, "Mr and Mr Hummel, good news, you have another daughter."
"Really?" Kurt sighed.
She nodded and watched happily as the new father threw himself into the other new father's arms and kissed him full on the mouth. As they came apart, she joined the couple's friends in laughter and congratulations.
"How's Melinda?" Quinn asked.
"She's doing great, she'll be taken to recovery in the maternity ward."
"Can you tell her thank you…from us both?" Blaine whispered, the emotion of the moment getting to him.
"Sure." She replied, before leaving the friends and family to their happiness.
Kurt turned to Mr and Mrs Schuester and said tearfully, "Guys, thanks for coming and for helping us and for being there for Melinda. It means so much to both of us and her…and our girls!"
"Don't mention it, Kurt," Will replied with a sincere smile, "you and Blaine are family and it's no less than what you did for us. We're just so happy for you."
Blaine looked at Kurt for an infinitesimal moment before seeing him subtly nod and then he gazed at Quinn and Will, "Quinn…Will, we'd like to ask something more from the two of you too. Would you be our daughters' godparents?"
It was Mrs Schuester's turn to answer and she did so with tears in her eyes and a choke in her throat, "Sure, we'd be honoured. Thank you."
"So," Will said, trying to stave off his own tears, "do you know what you're going to call them?"
"Yeah, actually, we do. Kurt?" Blaine replied with an inane grin spread across his face.
"Well, our eldest is going to be called Lucy Melinda Hummel, partly after you, Quinn, a name we would have used if you hadn't beaten us to it fourteen years ago!"
"Yeah, yeah," Quinn retorted faking vehemence, "I suck yah-di-yah-di-yah-da, moving on! What's your youngest daughter's name?"
Blaine said frankly, "Carmen Willow Hummel."
Will was unsure and did not wish to appear a prat but Kurt saw the question percolating his mind and answered it verbally, "Yes, Will, we did name her after you."
"I don't know what to say!" He stammered.
Quinn gasped, "We don't know how to thank you guys, you really didn't have to do all this: godparents and names…we're spoilt, I think. We need new friends, Will, cos ours are just too good to be true."
"Hey," Kurt interrupted his best friend, "after everything you both have done together and separately for all us former New Directions, you deserve all of it. I know I wouldn't be standing here today if it weren't for you."
"Me neither." Blaine agreed.
"Hell," Quinn interjected, "we know I wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for Will."
All three of the others flinched at her reference to the hardest day of her life and Will's life. It wasn't often Quinn talked explicitly of that day but everyone knew that it still weighed heavy on her soul, but she was able to douse the painful flame of the memory by thinking of her kids and her husband and her family of friends.
There was just too much in the lives of the Schuesters to let herself wallow in the misery that resulted in such beautiful children and such a divine family, plus they had two new godchildren who were going to rock the world, if their namesakes were anything to go by.