A/N: Thanks so much for all of the positive reviews on the last chapter! It meant a lot to me so I am glad many of you took the time to read and let me know what you thought! Here's the latest installment! I hope you like it! Think we can get to 25 reviews? :) You all are awesome!
What Goes Bump In The Night
"Mmm, baby," Quinn purred as she collapsed against Puck's heaving chest, "That was just what I needed."
Puck chuckled and kissed the top of his wife's head, "You said that two nights ago."
"And I meant it both times," Quinn giggled as she turned her head and pressed her lips against her husband's chest.
"Well, I'm glad to be of service. Any time, day or night, I would be more than happy to help you scratch that itch," he teased as he ran his fingers up and down the bare skin of her back.
After their evening living out a few adult fantasies in the hotel room they rented a few months back, Quinn and Puck had decided on making their relationship together a priority. Their family would always be their number one priority but neither one of them wanted to slip back into that funk and same stagnant routine of barely touching each other for weeks on end ever again, so they promised each other that they wouldn't let their relationship go down that path. And boy were they making good on that promise.
In fact, several weeks after their hotel date they made a big decision about their relationship and their family's future: They wanted to try for another baby.
Truthfully, the more Puck thought about it, knowing Quinn and how her baby hormones had affected her last time she was with-child, she very well could have been pregnant now with how insatiable the two of them had been over the past few months. And honestly, like Puck was really going to complain about his wife's increased libido…
They had a great life and they loved their kids to death and were excited at the prospect of adding on to their little family. If you looked back on their pasts, both of them had struggled with their own families not being exceptionally supportive and absent at times but they had agreed before they even had their son that they would make their family a priority and promised to love and support their children no matter what.
In their defense, both Puck and Quinn's mothers had been quite supportive over the last several years. Puck's mom had always been supportive of her son, but she was hardly around while he was going through middle and high school. Her job at the hospital kept her schedule pretty busy but Puck understood that she was doing what she could to scrape by and provide for him and his little sister, a feat in itself for a single parent.
Judy Fabray had finally seen how horrible she and Quinn's father had been to her when they found out Quinn was pregnant. She apologized profusely and begged for her to come back home but still remained somewhat distant throughout the rest of Quinn's high school years, choosing to take a step back so Quinn wouldn't feel like Judy was trying to smother her like she had in the past… At least, that was the case up until Quinn's senior year, when Judy started noticing how much giving Beth up for adoption had truly affected her daughter. Quinn began acting out, then all of a sudden flipped a switch just before Christmas that year when she became incredibly depressed and troubled. It wasn't until Judy found out that Beth's adoptive mother, Shelby, had returned to town and the little girl was practically in reach of Quinn that she started to figure out what was going on. Ultimately, Quinn ended up realizing what all of her scheming was doing to her little girl and decided that she loved her daughter enough to want her to be happy and safe and loved no matter what, so she decided to take a step back out of Beth's life.
That decision just about killed Quinn so Judy stepped up. She comforted her distraught daughter and offered her unconditional support, staying next to her side through the rough times and getting her some much needed therapy to help her cope. The whole debacle actually brought the two of them much closer. But despite the fact that Quinn and her family shared a close relationship with her mother, Quinn vowed to be consistent, loving and supportive throughout her kids entire lives, not just the latter parts.
Quinn and Puck also wanted to have a big family to allow their kids to enjoy the familial love and bonds that siblings share as well. They each have a sister, but they are both so far apart age-wise that they never really got to experience that tight-knit connection. Quinn had always yearned for that bond that two sisters share; yet instead, she really only saw her older sister when she came home during holidays from college. Puck, on the other hand, spent plenty of time with his sister, but instead of it being a brother-sister relationship, it felt more like a father-daughter relationship. He was expected to take care of her while his mom went to work, so he never really felt like the big brother figure in his household and he really wanted his kids to experience that.
Additionally, Beth had finally gotten to that age where she started asking questions of her mom and Shelby had finally told her the true story about her birth parents. Shelby had been rather hesitant about letting Quinn back into the little girl's life, but after seeing the pain in her eyes as she kissed her daughter goodbye after deciding to let her go, Shelby finally came around to seeing that they could work something out. Puck and Quinn had always been in her life, but more as aunt and uncle figures than anything else. When Beth finally learned the whole truth, she was a bit hurt that nobody had told her sooner but she was glad her birth parents were Puck and Quinn, who she knew loved her, instead of two random teenagers who didn't care about their kid and gave her up for no reason. She was also thrilled to be able to get to know and spend time with her little brother and sister, something she never had the chance to do as an only child.
In short, they were eager to add onto their family and after discussing it further, decided they wanted to get a jump-start on the baby-making process before either of them or either of their kids got much older. They were both were financially secure and had stable jobs, ultimately becoming fairly mature adults given their young age of 30.
Puck sighed as he felt Quinn's lips against his skin, "Careful babe. This may turn into an all night ordeal if you keep doing that."
Quinn laughed before getting herself settled in next to him. Despite the fact that Puck was a badass warrior and all around tough guy, there was something simply calming and comforting about being in his presence. She always felt safe and loved and cherished when his arms were around her. Puck pulled the comforter up around the two of them and kissed his wife's forehead, Quinn's eyelids drooping as they drifted off into a comfortable silence.
That comfortable silence was shattered moments later with the loud rapping on their bedroom door, the hinges squeaking open as the light from the hallway spilled into the room, "Mommy? Daddy?"
Quinn pushed away from Puck and tucked the sheet tighter around her chest as she hid from the light, while Puck quickly reached down and gathered his boxers from where they had been discarded on the floor and yanked them on. He sat up and saw his five year old son Danny clutching his blanket near his face, "What is it, buddy? What's going on?"
The little boy shifted a bit, the light catching his tear-streaked face, "I heard scary noises and now I can't sleep."
Quinn felt her heart break every time one of her kids cried but she wasn't exactly in a good position to go console him at the moment. She leaned over toward Puck, murmuring "Go distract him while I find my clothes. I have a feeling he is going to want to sleep with us tonight."
Puck silently rolled his eyes at her comment and she gave him a sharp glare in return. Danny had been going through one of those phases for the past several weeks where he wanted to sleep with his parents every night, making it exceedingly difficult to have any intimacy at all when the only time they were ever alone was right before they fell asleep. Puck hopped up and tended to his son, quietly gesturing for Quinn to make her move and find her clothes quickly while he picked up his son and brought him over to set him on the bed.
Quinn jumped out of bed on the other side and dressed quickly, walking over to Puck's side and turning on the lamp on his bedside table. Puck ruffled his son's hair, "So what happened, bud?"
The little boy's lip trembled a bit before he raised his hand and went to wipe his nose on his sleeve, "I was trying to sleep but I kept hearing scary noises. The monsters are back, Daddy."
Puck looked down at the little guy, trying to decide exactly what he was going to say, hoping it came out stern yet sympathetic, "Danny, we've been over this a few times. We've checked your entire room top to bottom and there are no monsters, dude."
"But I heard them again. They're in my closet!"
"Ok," Quinn butt in, "I tell you what, let's go check again."
The little boy nodded before pulling his blanket back up to his face, "Can I just sleep in here with you tonight, Mommy?"
Quinn felt her face fall a bit, turning slightly toward Puck. He quickly shook his head and mouthed the word 'no' and Quinn gave him a pleading look in return. Puck shook his head again, leaning back away from their son.
"Quinn, not tonight," he whispered.
"Puck?" she questioned.
"Q, we just… you know," he gestured toward the bed, "in here and that's weird! Plus, he's a big boy. He needs to sleep in his own bed."
"Fine," she murmured before leaning forward and kissing the top of her son's head, "Daddy and I think you need to start sleeping in your own bed, sweetheart. You've been sleeping in here the past several nights and its time you sleep in your own room, ok?"
"But mommy!" the little boy cried, his eyes pleading with her until he turned toward Puck, "Daddy, please! The boogieman will get me!"
Puck gave his son a soft smile before gently shaking his head, "There is no boogieman, I promise. But your mom is right. You are going to be six in a few months so you need to be a big boy and sleep in your own room."
Danny's lip began to tremble again as he looked down at his blankie, his eyes filling with tears. Quinn looked up at Puck and gave him a sad expression. Puck simply shook his head before rubbing his hand up and down Danny's back.
Quinn placed her finger under his little chin and lifted his face to look into his eyes, "How about a compromise? How about, just for tonight, I'll go in and lay down with you? Will that be ok?"
The little boy wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his pajamas again before nodding in agreement. Puck picked him up and kissed his head before setting him back on the floor.
Quinn took his hand and led him back to his room, helping him climb into bed before laying down next to him and snuggling for about twenty minutes until she felt his breathing even out and knew he was asleep. She made sure his nightlight was on before sneaking out of the room and heading back into her and Puck's room.
"Is he out?" Puck asked, his hands behind his head as he reclined on the pillows.
Quinn glanced over at him briefly before climbing in next to him, "Like a light. Thanks for all the help, by the way," she added, rolling her eyes.
He held up his hands in mock surrender, "Hey, you know as well as I do that he needs to sleep in his own bed. He's too big to sleep in here and he kicks like crazy! Besides, we just got done trying to make a new brother or sister for him. Letting him sleep in the same sheets would just be wrong."
"Fine," she conceded, "but you get to lay with him tomorrow night."
"I'll take tomorrow night if he's still having trouble sleeping," he said as he turned off the light before snuggling closer and kissing her goodnight, "But no worries. I've got this. I have a plan."
"Oh great…" Quinn groaned before burying her head into his shoulder.
x-x-x-x-x
Puck had a plan, all right. He was going to do this the manly Marine way.
His son had always loved pretending like he was a soldier and had told Puck multiple times he wanted to be just like his daddy when he grew up. While Puck had always been proud of his kids and loved the fact that his son idolized him like he did, he prayed that if Danny did follow in his footsteps, he would never have to experience even a fraction of the violence and war Puck had seen while still on active duty. Even though he transferred out of an infantry unit and was now instructing Marines on the finer points of becoming a Special Forces Recon Marine, those images still haunted him to this day.
However, he could definitely employ some of the same tactics and training the Marines taught him to pass along to his son to "combat" these nasty monsters in his closet. He went out and bought a couple of small water guns, bringing them home and spray-painting them black for effect. He was feeling a tad crafty too, so he got out the pack of letter stickers Quinn bought the kids a few weeks ago and labeled each gun; one that said "Danny" and one that said "Dad."
After the family finished dinner and had all of their evening chores done, Quinn took their 2-year old daughter Ella upstairs and started getting her ready for bed while Puck pulled Danny into the living room, "I've got something for you buddy."
The little boy eyed the plain brown bag skeptically for a moment before he answered, "What is it?"
"Here, check it out," Puck replied, handing him the sack.
The little boy opened the top of the bag and stared down into it, his face lighting up as he saw what was in there, "Aww, cool Dad!"
He reached into the bag and pulled the two guns out, looking to see which one was his before giving the other one to Puck, "See bud, monsters are afraid of water. They start melting like that crazy witch in the Wizard of Oz. These are special Marine-issue anti-monster guns. We used them all the time when I was overseas."
Danny stood there staring at his gun in awe, "Really?"
"Yeah, really," Puck replied, "Here, I'll show you what to do."
He led his son upstairs and into the bathroom, helping him "load" his gun under the sink before taking him back into his room and explaining the whole procedure, "So, we're going to put this special towel down right near the crease of your closet door, so they can't sneak out under the crack. Then you're going to spray a line of the monster-repellant water along that towel. The monsters will be terrified of the water and they will go away, simple as that."
"This will really work?" asked the little boy, staring up at his dad.
"Positive kiddo, but just for good measure, you want to take a sweep of your closet before you head to bed?"
"Yeah!"
"Alright, help me out, little man," Puck replied, opening the doors and sweeping his gun across the expanse of the closet like James Bond. Danny mimicked his father, doing the same type of spy move before he was satisfied that there were no monsters or boogiemen lurking in there.
Once Puck got him all dressed and ready for bed, he tucked his son in and made sure the nightlight was on before asking him if his anti-monster gun was nearby. Danny held up his gun and placed it on his nightstand, ready for action if he needed it.
Puck kissed his forehead before turning out the light, "Now remember, if you think you hear anything, just squirt at the door, ok pal? They'll leave you alone forever."
Danny gave him the ok and he stepped out the room, ducking in to Ella's room across the hallway to kiss her goodnight as well. She was a pretty sound sleeper and she was conked out like a light when he shut her door, which could only mean one thing… Quinn was all alone in their room!
Puck quickly made his way down the hall and slipped into his room, practically unbuckling his pants as he went. Quinn was already in bed reading a book, but as soon as she saw how desperate her husband was as he tried to shed his clothes, she found herself getting into the mood as well.
She pulled Puck's old t-shirt over her head as she heard the tell-tale sound of his pants hitting the floor. She barely had time to toss the shirt to the side before Puck was practically tackling her, kissing up her neck and cupping her breasts in his hands. Quinn grasped for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head while he sat up and made quick work of her panties.
He dove back into her body, gently but firmly pushing her legs apart before burying himself inside of her, "Oh baby, you feel so good."
Quinn could only moan, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as he thrust in and out at a steady pace. Puck reached down and readjusted his angle a bit, hooking a hand under one of her thighs and pulling her higher so he could plunge deeper inside.
The new angle made Quinn gasp, her body shuddering as she gripped him tighter and attached her lips to his neck. The sensation also made Puck moan, his body speeding up as he got closer and closer to his peak. He paused briefly, pulling out almost all the way to tease her before capturing her lips with his and plunging back in.
Quinn let out a deep moan, "Oh God, Noah."
"I love you Q. Mmm, so hot," he mumbled against her breast before attaching his lips to her nipple.
His tongue circled around the peak and Quinn began to tremble, her body arching up into his mouth as he suckled. She groaned, "Baby, I'm almost there."
He hammered into her a few more times, feeling on the verge of his orgasm as he felt Quinn begin to flutter around him. He was so close and they both were almost there when…
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" their son screamed from down the hall, scaring the two of them half to death.
"Jesus Christ!" Puck yelped, the scream startling him as he jumped off of Quinn.
Quinn jerked up so fast, she almost head-butted Puck, who in turn flew off of the bed and yanked his pants on, his erection non-existent as soon as he heard the wail. He ran toward the door, grabbing the side-arm pistol he hid on the top of the tall armoire dresser and booked it down the hallway, silently cursing his son's timing but praying that nothing was wrong. He had never screamed out like that and Puck was just hoping he wouldn't find a real monster or burglar or something in his son's room.
He felt Quinn move up behind him, still tying her robe around her waist as they crept up on Danny's room. He stopped just before the door, the two of them hearing their son crying on the other side, before he twisted the knob quickly and stormed in, sweeping the expanse with the gun to make sure nobody was threatening his kid.
Quinn hurried over to Danny's side, holding him close and rocking him while trying to sooth him. Puck on the other hand did a quick check of the room and the closet, noticing everything was in perfect order before he clicked the safety on his gun and set it down on the dresser.
He walked over and sat down next to Quinn. She smoothed Danny's hair down and placed a kiss on top of her son's head, "What happened, sweetheart?"
"M-m-monsters. C-c-came back," he hiccupped as tears continued to roll down his face.
Puck shook his head and rolled his eyes, earning him a sharp warning glare from his wife. Puck looked back down at his son, "Buddy, what happened to using the anti-monster gun?"
"I *hic* tried, but it didn't *hic* work," the little boy replied, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
Quinn cringed at the act, knowing that her son had picked up some rather gross little boy habits and was not a fan of having to do his laundry all the time. She smoothed his hair again, "Sweetie, there are no such things as monsters and definitely not closet monsters."
"B-but what about the Boogieman?"
"There is no such thing as the Boogieman, pal," Puck said, trying to re-assure him, "I promise. If you want, I can check again before your mom and I go back to bed."
"C-can I just sleep in your room? Just for tonight?" the little boy pleaded, looking up at his mom before tucking into her side. "I'll – I'll camp out on the floor," he asked hopefully.
Quinn looked back up at her husband, Puck sighing before nodding his head, "Ok dude, grab your pillow and I'll get you a sleeping bag."
"Thanks dad," he smiled as he latched onto Puck's arm.
Danny grabbed his pillow and hopped off of the bed, ambling down the hall toward Puck and Quinn's room. Quinn leaned over and kissed him softly, murmuring against his lips, "Aww, you're his hero now!"
"Yeah well, what can I say? I'm awesome. And a sucker apparently," he smiled and kissed her again before standing up and heading toward Danny's closet. He pulling a sleeping bag out of the corner and collected his pistol, Quinn taking his hand and lacing her fingers with his before leading him back to their room.
Puck got his son all set up on the floor before he climbed back into bed next to Quinn, who in turn flipped off the light and the three of them drifted off to sleep.
x-x-x-x-x-x
He and Danny had their routine down. Every night before bed the two of them would perform a "preliminary sweep" of the room before Puck tucked him in and told him a story or two before kissing him goodnight.
A few nights passed without incident, the little man sleeping through the night quite well, staying in his own bed the entire time.
Quinn took that as a sign, deciding to try and seduce Puck again one evening. She climbed on top of her husband and ground down on his lap until he gave in, pulling Quinn down with him as he slid into her easily.
Their bliss lasted all of about five minutes until they heard Danny's voice calling for his parents through the walkie-talkie Puck had left for him on his nightstand, just in case the monsters came back. Puck instantly regretted that decision.
"Dad? I mean Marine One, this is Mini-Marine. Do you copy?"
Quinn climbed off of Puck and handed him the walkie-talkie. Puck banged his head against his pillow a few times in frustration, "Little cock-blocker."
"Puck!" Quinn exclaimed, chuckling lightly before smacking him on the arm, "Don't call our son that!"
"What? He kinda is!" Puck replied before grabbing the walkie-talkie, "This is Marine One, I read ya loud and clear Mini-Marine. What's going on?"
"Dad, they're back," a little voice replied, crackling with the static in the radio, "the monsters. The boogieman is back!"
"Pal, there is no such thing as the boogieman," he replied, before hearing his son sigh heavily over the radio, "But, if it's bothering you that much, you can bring your pillow and sleeping bag back in here."
"Mini-Marine to Marine One, thanks dad. Over," the little boy replied before opening their door and getting himself settled less than two minutes later.
Puck groaned as he turned out the light, the erection he had earlier turning into blue balls as he rolled over and shut his eyes. He felt Quinn's lips against his shoulder, the heat practically searing his skin as she murmured, "Looks like we'll have to finish what we started some other time."
"Yeah," Puck whispered, "but at this rate, when?"
x-x-x-x-x-x
Since this had happened several times already, Quinn suggested there may be something else going on. They had an exterminator out to check and see if they had any animals living in the walls of their house. The exterminator found nothing.
They checked to see if Ella was having trouble sleeping or if she was making noise, but that little girl could sleep through an earthquake during a hurricane so it couldn't have been her.
Puck even tore the closet apart, trying to see if there was a leak or a hole or something in their air ducts that would create a noise in there. However, he still found nothing.
Both he and Quinn were puzzled, but Danny had been sleeping well on his own again so they decided not to question it much further.
The next week went off without a hitch. Not once during that time did Danny have another "monster episode," sleeping in his own room the whole time, and Puck had him convinced it was because of his new and improved anti-boogieman gun.
After a week of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep, Puck had started getting a bit ansy. He and Quinn had gotten handsy a few times over the past several days but they were always interrupted by one, if not both, of their kids. Life in general was getting in the way again, and even though Puck knew he shouldn't be greedy and want sex every night, he did. What could he say? He couldn't help it. He loved his wife and craved her touch whenever he could get it.
In fact, he was hoping his wife was feeling the same way this very evening. They had a great dinner, even though most of it ended up on both of their kids faces, and Puck had run them around the back yard for a while, the father, daughter and son trio playing until the dusk turned into night and Quinn called them in for bed.
They took their baths and Quinn put Ella to bed like usual while Puck and Danny went through their anti-boogieman routine once again. Puck even stayed with Danny until he knew for sure the little man was asleep before creeping back to his and Quinn's room.
As soon as he entered the room, he was met with a sight that always got his blood flowing, one of his favorite sights in the whole world in fact: his wife sprawled out on their bed wearing only a pair of a boy shorts and a fairly skimpy, see-though cami.
Puck grinned widely and quirked an eyebrow when his wife responded in kind, smiling widely back at him. It had been a while and they each needed release badly. Puck sauntered over to the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head on the way. He unbuttoned his pants before climbing onto the bed and crawling up next to Quinn, running his fingers slowly up her calves and thighs.
Quinn shivered at his touch, sitting up slightly and holding her arms above her head. Puck grabbed the hem of her cami and pulled it off before leaning back in and kissing her thoroughly. She trailed her fingers down his chest, pushing at the waistband of his pants until they shimmied down his hips and legs, Puck twisting and kicking them off before settling in between her legs.
He trailed his lips down the column of her neck and chest, grinning widely before pulling a nipple into his mouth. Quinn gasped and raked her nails across his head, Puck groaning in response as he slipped his fingers down the front of her panties and stroked her slick folds.
Quinn whimpered and her hips bucked at his touch. Puck took that as a good sign and continued to stroke her, gently pulling her panties down with his other hand, "Mmm, please Puck. Stop being such a tease."
"Oh, I'm the tease?" he joked before kissing the hollow of her neck, "I believe you were the one who decided to grope me in the kitchen earlier tonight."
"Maybe I just wanted you. Badly," she sighed and parted her legs wider in invitation.
Puck accepted that invitation, easing into her slowly and growling at how ready she was for him. She threw her head back against the pillows and moaned, grasping above her to hold on to the headboard. Puck thrust in slowly a few times, almost withdrawing completely before pushing back in.
"Mmm, I missed this these past few nights," Puck groaned, taking her earlobe gently in between his teeth.
"Oh Puck," Quinn moaned, "Oh God Noah, right there."
Puck increased his tempo, pounding into her and creating the perfect storm within both of them. Quinn felt herself getting close, another moan escaping her lips as she tightened her legs around his waist. "Mmm, so close. Almost there," she whimpered.
Puck groaned, his muscles tightening as his body inched closer and closer to release. Just a few more thrusts and….
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" their son wailed over the walkie-talkie.
Quinn's body continued to pump against his, desperately trying to hit that final peak when she looked up into his face, quickly broken out of her lustful daze when she realized that Puck's body had gone frozen as he stared at the walkie-talkie. The little voice came back over the walkie-talkie, this time asking for both of his parents.
"Mommy, Daddy, the boogieman is back!" the voice cried.
Puck shook his head and clenched his jaw tightly before grabbing the walkie-talkie and responding gruffly, "Daniel Puckerman, for the last time, there is no boogieman. There are no monsters in your closet."
Quinn kissed his chest and shifted slightly under him, hoping they could get back to their previous activity soon. "Puck, be nice," she whispered, placing another kiss on his shoulder.
"No daddy! The boogieman is real! I heard it again!"
"Danny, he is not real. Go back to bed," Puck replied, the static in the walkie-talkie crackling a bit as he set it down on the nightstand.
Puck buried his head in Quinn's neck, nipping at her jaw as he restarted his thrusts. But that was short lived as well…
"Dad! The boogieman is real! And he knows you! He's going to get all of us now!" the voice crackled.
Quinn ran her hand over his head before gently pushing on his shoulder. Puck rolled off of her and grabbed his pants, yanking them on angrily and trying to decide what he was going to do about his son. This whole monster situation was really cramping his style and he thought he may explode if he and Quinn couldn't at least finish one go-round, let alone the many they had been interrupted during over the past several weeks.
Puck marched over to his room, Quinn hot on his heels as she tied her robe and asked him to calm down a bit. He swung the door open and came face to face with his son, the little boy clutching his knees to his chest as he held the walkie-talkie.
"Danny, buddy, there are no monsters. There is no boogieman. I promise."
"Um yeah, there is Dad," he replied as-a-matter-of-factly, "And he knows you. I think he's going to come after you too. And Ella and Mom too! This is life or death!"
Puck went to speak but felt Quinn's hand on his shoulder and decided to shut his mouth. Quinn took a seat next to their son and took the walkie-talkie gently from his grasp, handing it over to Puck before kissing the top of the little boy's head. "There is no boogieman, ok?"
"Mom, I promise! I'm not lying! I heard it talking about Daddy!"
Puck looked puzzled but Quinn was really starting to think something may be wrong with her son. She was starting to worry they may need to get him checked out or evaluated by a psychologist or something, but she was curious.
"Bubbs, what makes you think this "boogieman" knows your dad? What do you mean you heard him talking about Daddy?"
"I heard some weird groaning noises, and then it started bumping around in my closet. I thought he was going to jump out but he didn't. Then it started making scary ghost noises again before saying things like 'argh Puck' and 'God Noah.' Isn't Daddy's real name Noah?" he asked, searching her eyes. Quinn nodded her head but continued to stare at him in confusion, "See, he knows Dad! It said other stuff too, but I couldn't hear and I got scared so I called."
Puck continued to look confused, not exactly sure where his son was getting all of this, but the more Quinn thought about it, the stranger it sounded.
A few moments later, it finally hit her.
Quinn slapped her hand over her mouth and stared at Puck, her eyes wide as saucers as he glanced over at her. He scrutinized her shock, her eyes wandering from him to their son and back again, before the pieces started falling into place.
It was like a light bulb went off. Puck grinned and couldn't help the slight chuckle that escaped his throat. If it were possible, Quinn's eyes got even wider than before as she shifted to look at her son.
The little boy looked up at both of his parents, shifting his gaze back and forth from his mom and dad in confusion, "I thought he was going to go after Daddy next, I swear!"
Puck smiled down at his son before ruffling his hair, "Alright, your mom and I will take care of it, I promise. And I have a feeling that boogieman won't be coming back to bother you anytime soon, pal. But just to make sure, I'll check the closet again, ok?"
The little boy shook his head up and down before crawling back under the covers. Puck made a show of checking the closet one last time and made sure Danny's nightlight was on before tucking him in again. He kissed his forehead before grasping Quinn's hand and leading her out the door.
As soon as they shut the door, Puck burst into laughter, Quinn smacking him a few times as she trailed after him back toward their room. He shut the door behind them while Quinn sat on the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she pouted.
"Noah Puckerman, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth right this minute."
Puck's chuckling died down a bit but his grin remained in place, "Oh come on Q, it is kinda funny."
"Are you serious? No, its not!"
"You're right. It's not funny," he agreed before laughing again, "It's hilarious!"
"Our son heard us having sex!" she exclaimed incredulously, "Multiple times!"
Puck broke out laughing again, "No, he heard you…boogieman. Or is that boogiewoman?"
"Ok, you're done," she replied before tossing her robe onto the chair next to the bed and pulling her panties on.
"Aww babe, don't be like that," he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck, "I love the fact that you have, ahem… volume control issues. Lets me know I'm doing my job. It's a nice ego boost."
"Mmm hmm," she mumbled, trying to ignore how good his arms felt wrapped around her.
"No seriously," he replied, kissing up her neck and nipping at her earlobe, "I love it, it just happens to frighten our kid when he hears us."
"Speaking of which, we will not be doing that again for a long time," she paused and thought about it for a moment, "At least not until we move the headboard away from the wall. The wall that backs up to Danny's closet, might I add."
"Ooh, good point. I'll move it right now."
"Yeah, not gonna happen. I think it's bedtime now."
Puck looked flabbergasted as she turned away from him and walked toward the bed, "Quinn, you can't be serious. No sex? We just got back on track and we're trying for another baby! We need to, you know, do it a lot to make sure it works!"
Quinn turned and looked over her shoulder back at him, grinning slightly. "Well that won't be a problem," she said, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, "What if it worked a month or so ago?"
Confused, Puck stared at her for a moment before shaking his head quickly and looking back up at her, "Wait, are you saying – Are you – For sure?"
Quinn gently nodded her head and smiled before replying softly, "Congrats, Daddy!"
"What!" he exclaimed, covering the distance between them in two steps before hoisting her up and hugging her close, spinning her gently, "Are you serious? We're having another baby?"
"I took the test and found out for sure this morning," she said before his lips captured hers in a crushing kiss.
After a few moments, he set her back on her feet before crouching down and kissing her exposed stomach, still flat but soon to be round with his growing child, "This is awesome! More Pucklings!"
"You and your Pucklings," she giggled, "You make up more words than any person I know."
"What?" he asked before standing and pulling her into his arms, "It's what they are. We're just adding to our flock!"
"You're ridiculous, but you're still cute."
"Well, you're my hot mama and I think we should celebrate," he suggested as he began to kiss her neck again, trailing his fingertips up and down her bare back.
"Mmm, as much as I would love to right now, it's not going to happen." When Puck looked up at her in horror, she smiled before continuing, "At least not until we find someone who'll take the kids for the night. But if we wake up early enough tomorrow morning, we can play in the shower for a little while."
Puck gulped at the offer, smiling back at his wife before grabbing the phone off of the nightstand. He punched in a familiar number and waited, quietly speaking to someone on the other line for a few moments before hanging up. He turned back around to face Quinn, who was standing there confused.
"They're staying at Rachel and Finn's place tomorrow night," he grinned before sauntering back over to Quinn and pulling her back into his arms, "But I still plan on collecting on my play date tomorrow morning."
She grinned back and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, "Oh, don't worry, I was planning on waking you up early anyway. It was the 'how' that I was still working on."
"Have I mentioned how much I love you lately?" Puck asked as she made her way back to bed.
Quinn giggled before settling into bed next to him, "A few times, but a couple more wouldn't hurt."
Gotta love kids, right?
Thanks again for reading/reviewing! How old/what stage of their relationship should they be for the next installment? Hmm… Decisions, decisions...