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5 Months Later

Quinn walked/rocked the tiny baby who was staring up at her with big expressive brown eyes and grinned widely. "See Rae, two babies would have been the perfect number, then you wouldn't feel as apprehensive about each of us carrying one in the front harness and putting the last in a stroller." She chuckled. They just gotten in from taking a refreshing walk through Central Park and just getting out the door had been a struggle for them.

"I just feel like it shows some type of favoritism..." Rachel fretted feeding both Liam and Abram their bottles in either arm.

"Babe, they're too young to point fingers and cry favorite." Quinn laughed again. They'd been having the same discussion since she'd brought the babies home. Rachel swore they all needed to be treated absolutely the same, she was afraid that one or more of them would eventually begin to have a complex.

"I know...I'm being crazy aren't I...I am, I'm being completely ridiculous.." Rachel huffed pouting her movements jostling the boys who started to whimper.

"Mommy's crazy, Lil Q, she's gone off the deep end." Quinn cooed to the baby she held.

"Don't tell her I'm crazy, what if she begins to internalize that and believe it's true!"

"Rae, they're 5 months, that's less than half a year they're not going to remember or internalize any of this, ever." Quinn groaned frowning slightly.

Rachel sighed as she maneuvered Liam to burp and after he was done did the same for Abram. She placed Liam horizontal across her lap watching his brown eyes droop close a content milk bubble on the corner of his mouth. Abram was usually more difficult to get to sleep. He was so curious about everything that was going on. He turned his head on her shoulder to peer at her with big blue eyes, Artie's eyes, and gurgled happily.

"What's so exciting that you don't want to nap like you're brother?" Rachel cooed quiet so as not to wake the baby in her lap.

"He's not the only one wide awake, Baby, Lil Q is not having any of this sleep business. Maybe they know that tomorrow is a big day."

"Well if they don't sleep today they're definitely going to either be extremely cranky tomorrow or they're going to sleep through the wedding."

"Again, as if they would remember it anyways." Quinn shrugged.

"They might, especially since Quincy is suppose to be the flower girl…imagine the photo op." Rachel grinned widely met with gurgling from both awake babies.

"Hey Rae, Hey Q." Rinoa called pushing open the door to Rachel and Artie's apartment with Arite following her.

"Shhhhhh…I just got Liam down." Rachel replied on a harsh whisper.

"I swear that kid is not yours, he's always asleep." Rinoa rolled her eyes.

"Hush, he's a baby he's due for his rest, he's growing."

"Yeah, so are the other two, but jeez he's always asleep."

She crouched down next to the sleeping boy. " Wake-up Liiiiiiiiaaaaam, come on there's a whole wide world out here…join it."

"Artie, get you're girlfriend because if she wakes up my son, I swear to god…." Rachel groaned using the tip of her foot to kick the woman lightly.

"Come on Rin, let's go watch some T.V." Artie motioned, the singer flopped in his lap and he rolled them back to his bedroom.

Rachel turned her head and watched them until they disappeared behind his closed door. She turned back to look at her girlfriend rocking her daughter and then down at her sleeping son.

"Quinn," She bit her lip worriedly, "I've been thinking about moving out, me and the babies that is…I um…I just feel like Artie and Rin need their own space and we're always here…you're always here and I just—I just feel like it's too crowded…"

"Okay?" Quinn turned hazel eyes towards her and studied her intensely.

"Yeah, I just um…I don't know how to break it to him that I want to move out, I mean it feels like we've always lived together." The brunette shrugged and Abram burped again loudly.

"My son is a pig." Quinn giggled loudly and Rachel cracked a grin.

"He does sort of look like Puckerman, so maybe there's something you should be telling me?" Quinn retorted not able to keep a straight face before busting out in a chortle.

"Shut-up!" She pouted then looked into Abram's eyes. "It's okay baby, no matter what the blonde says you are not Noah Puckerman's illegitimate son and I'm sure that if you could speak you would have said excuse me because you're my son and have impeccable manners."

"Impeccable." Quinn whisper conspiratorially to Quincy.

"And do you, Santana Maricel Lopez take Brittany Susan Pierce to be you're lawfully wedded wife to have and hold til death do you part?"

"Always." Santana smiled widely eyes shining.

"And do you, Brittany Susan Pierce take Santana Maricel Lopes to be you're lawfully wedded wife to have and hold to death do you part?"

"And even after." Brittany pecked Santana on the cheek and the Latina blushed furiously.

"Well," The minister clear her throat, "…by the power vested in me by the State of New York I now pronounce you wife and wife." A loud cheer echoed throughout the The Lighthouse.

"It's about time, you made and honest woman out of her, Britts!" Noah Puckerman yelled and his wife brought a palm down swiftly on his upper arm.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…receptions in the next room bit-excuse me pastor-ches!" She scooped up her wife's hand and they made their way back down the aisle followed by their friends and family.

"Go on Quinn, don't you have a best woman toast to make?" Rachel looked up at the blonde who had stepped away from the procession to hover over her. The brunette had begun rocking a fussy Liam who was not at all in the mood to have a loud wedding interrupt his designated nap time.

"I do, but they can wait…" The blonde grinned rocking gently to keep the little girl snuggled and strapped to her chest asleep while her brother wailed "…besides there's something I want to talk to you about…"

"Hmmm?" Rachel questioned fishing in the diaper bag for Liam's pacifier.

"Well, um…I know that I said we'd go slow and well, if you say no I'd understand, but I want you to know I really thought about this and it's important to me that you know it's what I want…even if it's not right now…."

"Mhmmm…" Rachel half listened face drawing deeper into the bag.

"So, Rachel Berry…?" Quinn paused and struggled to get down on one knee in front of the mother and pulled out a velvet jewelry box. She stretched her hand out palm open and Rachel finally looked up a small hand placed over her mouth. Quinn slowly opened the box to reveal a silver key hooked onto a key chain with the old green leprechaun. "So, Rae, will you all move in to my house with me?"

"What about Santana and Brittany?"

"Not the apartment, let the newlyweds have it, I mean my house…our house if you let it be….if you want it to be. I want to share it with you, with the babies and you. You wanted to move out and I've been thinking about asking you to move in with me for a few weeks now…so, uh…not to rush your decision or you know, but can you say something?" Rachel squealed and pressed a kiss to Quinn's forehead careful of the two babies between them.

Epilogue to come...

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