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Libby xx

"What are you doing?"

They are playing in the cubby house. He likes watching her. He can see the ring on her finger, it matches her dress today. Puck thinks red looks good on her; he thinks she should wear it every day.

And then he sees the balloon.

Santana has a balloon so far up her dress that when she bends over (to put their cake in the oven) Puck is pretty sure he can see her Strawberry Shortcake underwear.

She looks at him from under her eyelashes and he feels his insides go like jelly.

"Duh, Puck. We are mummies and daddies. It's our baby. You know, the mummy has a baby in her tummy. Like your mummy did" Pucks little sister is so cute. Santana likes playing with her, likes the smell of her, likes how she's just like a dolly. She loves that Pucks mummy lets her hold her, if she's really careful.

Puck thinks she looks funny. He wants to laugh at her. But he can't. He knows he's not supposed to make fun of her. Even though Santana's mummy and daddy yell and fight all the time. He and Santana are different. Obviously.

So he hugs her instead. He hugs her so hard that the balloon, so tight against her tiny body, pops.

"OUCH!"

It stings her skin, and he's still hugging her but it hurts and despite herself tears glitter on her face. She tries to make them go away, squishes her eyes shut. She doesn't want to cry in front of Puck. She doesn't want to show that he hurt her.

So he does what his mummy does, what he's seen her do to him and Santana all the time. He lifts up her dress, and kisses her tummy. He tries to make it feel a little bit better, tries to stop it hurting, tries to make the angry red welt on her skin go away.

And just like that, the tears stop. He's all she needed.

"This is all your fault!"

She's screaming and she's furious and she wants to kill Puck. Literally squeeze the life out if him. After all, he was the one who got her into this mess in the first place.

He watches her storm into the kitchen, all flustered and angry. She's only half dressed, and damn him if he doesn't want to jump her right there.

"What, exactly?"

"The fact I can't do up my pants!" she screams. He thinks she's hot when she's mad, but he values his balls too much to tell her that right now. He looks at her, standing there in her bra with her pants unzipped, and is all of a sudden reminded of why he fell in love with her.

"Takes two to tango babe"

He watches her deflate before his eyes, the rage and the fury replaced by tears sparkling in her beautiful eyes. Puck knows it's the hormones, but he still hates to see her so upset, so he drags her into his arms, where she still fits like a puzzle piece.

"You know you can't kiss me and make it better Puck"

He knows, but he kisses her anyway. Kisses an apology, while his hand sits on top of their unborn child, drawing love hearts on her belly.

They still can't believe they're having a baby.

It's exciting, it's scary, it's wonderful and they never thought they'd get here but they have. And it feels like yesterday.

"Nice work stud."

He's half asleep on the couch when Santana thrusts the little white stick into his hand. He can't help noticing that her hands are trembling, and when he spots the pink plus sign, he goes one better and feels so light headed he has to sit down on the couch.

She sits down, wants to be near him, all at once terrified and thrilled and just a little bit overwhelmed. She cuddles up next to him, realises he isn't moving, sees him staring, starts to get worried.

"Puck…are you alright?"

He knows he should say something. He can't though. He can't quite find the words to tell he how much this means to him. How he always wanted it with her.

"I'm….I'm…"

"Wow. So with Quinn, you were all excited and shit, but when it's us you've got nothing to say? Fuck you Puck." She's mad now. Upset that he doesn't seem to care, furious that it he's so indifferent when she's feeling all giddy and grown up and unprepared. And angry at herself for thinking he could fucking change.

Santana can't take it, won't let Puck see the disappointment in her eyes. And it's only when Puck turns to tell her what he's finally been able to put into word that he realises she's not there, and he's screwed up.

He finds her out on the front porch, sitting in her favourite blue chair (no matter how many times he's moved it, Santana always seems to bring it right back here). He watches the sun playing on the diamond on her finger, and could kick himself for being so stupid.

"San, I…"

"What, Puck?" She rounds on him now, voice thick with sadness and diamonds glittering on her eyelashes. She doesn't want to do this now, she's tired of it. She thought it would be different; she needed it to be different. And now that it's not she's struggling not to fall apart right in front of him.

"Want me to give this one away? That fix the problem?"

All at once Puck looks like he's been slapped. Santana knows she's gone too far, knows she's really hurt him, but the words are out there and no amount of wishing can take them back.

Puck feels like he's been punched. His ears are buzzing, he can't quite see straight. Santana knows how much Beth meant to him, how much it killed him to give her up. And despite himself, the regret and the pain well up in his eyes.

Santana moves towards him, apologies in her fingers as she caresses his hair, runs her hand down his face. She traces his tears, kisses him softly on the mouth. She's sorry, she didn't mean it, and she wants to heal where her words cut so deeply.

"It's different ok? It's not Quinn. I didn't want this with Quinn. I've always wanted this with you. Always. You know that." Puck is mumbling into Santana's hair, his words tangling around her coconut curls. And they stay like that for a bit, apologies weaving in and out of their embrace and the knowledge they were each others from the beginning playing like a song in their minds.

Until Puck realises that he's holding something gross (why do girls have to pee on it and shit?)

"Fuck San, I'm still holding it!"

And the moment is ruined, but they're laughing and excited and they're in this together. And baby makes three.

They are lying in the dark (not intentional for once, just a blackout), surrounded by candles. He's lit so many Santana's surprised the fire brigade aren't knocking the door down. But she's had a thing for candles since Puck's proposal, and he knows it.

She's wearing one if his old t-shirts and Puck thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. She's got that glow and shit, and she's so excited about the baby it's adorable. If anyone had told him in senior year they would be like this, snuggled up on a couch with their unborn baby a stubborn knot between them, he'd have laughed. I mean sure, they were always meant to be, and the both knew it, but this just feels so grown up. And sure it's a bit frightening, but he's thought about kids with her since they were six and she had the balloon up her dress. Only they aren't pretending this time.

She lies next to him, head on his shoulder, breathing him in. He's just wearing boxers, and damn her if she doesn't want to jump him right there (isn't that what got them into this in the first place?). She loves him so much it makes her heart hurt, and right now, she knows she wouldn't have it any other way. She's wanted this since forever, since she put that balloon up her dress when she was six. And it's always been with Puck.

"So, I was thinking of trying this out with Brittany. You know- cheerleader trifecta?" He's grinning and she knows he's teasing; after all, his hand is resting on their kid.

"You are such an ass Puck. I'm screwed if our kid comes out with your attitude"

Santana smacks him on the shoulder, her diamond ring leaving a starburst on his skin. She smirks her satisfaction, and wriggles in a bit closer, as close as she can anyway with a watermelon under her top. She lazily plays with his mowhawk as he lifts up her shirt. He kisses her belly as the candle lights dance lullabies on their baby, and they lie in a tangle of love and comfort, content just to be together.

And baby makes three.