Reprompt refilled from pristhebest... Baby!Noah kicks Baby!Jacob's ass because of Baby!Rachel
I feel like I'm cheating refilling a reprompt of a prompt I already filled. Oh well, I'll have to content myself with darling babyPuck and babyRachel. ;)
"Noah and Rachel? Would you two like to come and do a craft with the other children? We're coloring in pumpkins for a harvest bulletin board. I just know the two of you could make really pretty and amazing pumpkins!"
"No," Noah shook his head, barely looking up at the kind lady who worked for the preschool that was trying to involve the two four-year-olds in the activity.
"NO!" Rachel nodded in agreement with her best friend. Her husbander is how the four year old had introduced him for the past six months. The past six months they had insisted on a play date every day. The first day that it had been deemed impossible by their collective parents, Rachel had shrieked her head off and insisted that she speak with her husbander on the telephone.
The only problem was that when Micah and Jerome Berry had finally given up on reasoning with their daughter and called the Puckerman's, Alison had picked up frantic and said that Noah had thrown a fit and run away. Three hours later, Noah was banging on the Berry's door screaming his tiny head off about his wife being wife-napped.
Both the Berry's and Mrs. Puckerman had quickly rearranged their schedules so that Rachel and Noah had quality time with each other every day. Noah and Rachel's relationship was darling, and they would have been worried about their co-dependency, but it was also frighteningly realistic. Once a week, Noah would do something completely boy-like and ruin one of Rachel's playthings, and she would shriek at him and throw him out of the house, where he would pout and wait for his mother to pick him up. He would call later that night before bed time, crying that he was sorry and that he still loved his wife.
There were even times when Rachel would be thrown out of Noah's house. They usually involved instances where Rachel found that she wanted to make Noah pretty, and colored on him with his mother's lipstick while he was napping. And the memorable occasion when Noah had awoken from a nap to see that Strawberry Shortcake stickers now practically coated his walls.
"WHATCHO DO THAT FOR?" he had hollered. "Imma boy! I'm not a girwl! I can't be a husbander if I'm a girwl!"
"I wanted it pretty," Rachel had pouted. "Your room's ugly! I need pretty all the time! You dumb. D-U-M-B!"
"Stop spellin', you're stupid!" Noah had countered.
"I spell, I'm not stupid. D-U-M-B!" Rachel had screeched willfully.
"GET OUT! GET OUT!" Noah screamed back, pointing towards his door, even at four years old, fighting the very real urge to push her. He wouldn't want to hit a girl, and he certainly didn't want to hit his wife. But she made him SO mad sometimes.
Rachel had wailed on the doorstep for five minutes before Alison had convinced Noah to go out and forgive her. He sat next to her and mumbled, "You're not stupid, wife."
"Do you still l-l-l-love me?" Rachel sniffled, turning her very best sad, doe-eyes on Noah.
"Uh huh," Noah nodded, kissing her nose quickly. "I like your face."
"I like your ears," Rachel countered, pushing one tiny chubby finger against his ear lobe.
"I like your hands," Noah declared, grabbing her hand in his own.
"I like your feet," Rachel smiled.
"I like your songs," Noah smiled back.
Alison Puckerman recorded all ten minutes of Rachel and Noah sitting on her front stoop, talking about just how much they liked each other and made a quick copy for the Berry's to add to their ever growing collection of adorable videos. They were learning to acquire as many tapes and photos as they could, because their children were growing fast and they didn't know how much longer they would have such moments available. Both children spent four hours a day at pre-school already, and they had to shrug off the teacher's constant reminders that the children simply didn't socialize with other children, rather they played house all day.
Noah leaned back on the comfy bean bag chair he had drug over to the music area of the preschool, watching with a smile as Rachel sat down at a child sized piano and played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over and over. They didn't really care about making friends with the other children at this point in their education. They were perfectly content to go to school for four hours a day and play to their hearts content with each other.
Besides, the other kids were too creepy and weird and they certainly didn't want to make friends with them. Dave Karofsky still peed his pants during naptime. Noah refused to even let Dave sit within five feet of Rachel, lest she get sick from his grossness. And he had already pushed Mike Chang's head in the toilet for commenting on how pretty his wife was. He had been forced to apologize, and the other little boy promised not to steal Rachel away, even going so far as to pinky swear on it. And then there was…
"AHHHHH!" Rachel screamed, scrambling off of the small piano bench and rushing towards Noah. "Save me, save me, save me!"
Noah stood up and furrowed his tiny brow in the direction of the piano, where an all too familiar bushy head of brown hair was barely visible. He stepped closer, with Rachel clinging to the back of his shirt each step of the way. Noah glared and said, "Creepy! You better stop!"
"NO!" Jacob Ben-Israel shouted defiantly, still crouched behind the piano and hiding, hoping against hope that Noah Puckerman couldn't see him.
"Rachel is my wife, and you gotta stop being creepy!" Noah ordered.
"He touched my hair," Rachel whimpered. "Now its gonna fall out, Noah!"
"Rachel, can I hit him?" Noah sweetly asked permission, petting Rachel's hair as if reassuring her that it wouldn't fall out. "Really hard?"
Rachel bit her lip in thought and she smiled when Noah kissed her nose. "Okay. But I'm gonna cover my eyes if it gets yucky."
"COOL!" Noah laughed, turning away from her and launching himself at the prone boy behind the piano. He had Jacob in a headlock within moments and screeched happily, "DIE CREEPY! DIE!"