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Epilogue

About 4 Years Later…

"Mammmaaaaaaaa! Maaaaaaammmmmmmaaaaaaa! Mama!" Rachel sighed as she heard Liam screaming her name from the bottom of the stairs. She had asked Noah to help her eldest son get into his suit but knowing the man she just knew that he had failed miserably.

"No worries, Jewbabe, you stay up there I've got this under control!" Her friend called followed by heavy footsteps running around the downstairs area.

In the last few years Liam had grown from being the perpetually sleepy baby to a rambunctious and inquisitive toddler. Although, Quincy had been the first to say a word, Liam now spoke more than his siblings and had taken to speaking for the all of them. He was the self appointed leader. He was also the one that was always getting into this or that. That had been precisely why she'd asked Noah to help get the boy dressed, she figured that he was a veteran at the whole parenthood thing, apparently her son was even too wily for him.

She stepped out of the bedroom careful of her dress and leaned around the corner. "Liam Joel Berry don't make me come down these stairs! Be good for Uncle Noah, please…" She called down trying to maintain the authority in her voice and also trying not to laugh.

She heard the footsteps stop then a small voice called back, "Okay Mama, I be good."

She shook her head at her son's antics and made her way back to the bedroom where Kurt and Mercedes were waiting to put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up.

"Ooooo child, that one is a handful." Mercedes laughed as the brunette retook her seat.

"I know. Here I was thinking that Abram was going to be a little hellion because he was always so inquisitive and well let's face it's he had a Mohawk for the first year of his life, but he turns out to be the sweetest, most curious, quiet boy and here's Liam always running and banging on things and breaking everything…" Rachel chuckled.

"And then there's Quincy, who doesn't like anyone…" Kurt mumbled turning her face so that he could apply the mascara.

"Don't say that, she's just very weary of strangers, it's a good quality I don't ever have to worry about her wandering off. Besides, she adores Quinn."

"Apparently she's a Berry woman's kryptonite." Mercedes chuckled releasing Rachel's soft curls from the rollers that had been in her hair.

Rachel rolled her eyes again but couldn't help the soft smile that lit up her face thinking about Quinn. She couldn't deny that it had been a long four years and sometimes it hadn't been easy, but they'd made it.

"Mama?" She turned towards the door to find Abram completely dressed in his white tux. The front of his hair was gelled up and she could tell that he'd been good and not touched his hair or anything to mess up his suit. What she really wanted to know though was where Artie and Rinoa were, they were the ones assigned to him.

"Hey honey, come here. How'd you get up here and away from Uncle Artie and Aunt Ri?" She opened her arms and allowed her middle child to climb up into her lap despite the tsking from Kurt and the complaining about a wrinkled gown.

"I climbed…" He mumbled around the fingers in his mouth.

"Abram, I thought we talked about not climbing over the gates, you could get hurt and then Mommy and I would be really sad."

"Not want Mama sad. Sowwy…." His brows dropped in concentration and she could help but place a light kiss on his cheek.

"Why'd you run from you're Uncle anyways?"

"Not run, jus' climbed…wanna see Mama…." He stared up at her with big eyes and she couldn't bring herself to be upset that he'd once again climbed over the safety gate and up the stairs.

"I wanted to see you too baby, how'd you know?"

The little boy shrugged and snuggled more firmly into her lap.

"Beautiful…." Rachel turned her head slightly to find Quinn leaning on the door-frame Quincy gripping onto her hand.

"Quinn Fabray! Get out! It's bad luck!" Kurt squealed making shooing motions, but as he stepped towards the blonde the smallest brunette in the house stepped between them and then stomped harshly on his foot.

"Mother-" He began on to be hushed by a sharp "Language!" from both Rachel and Quinn.

"She scuffed my shoe!" He huffed frowning at Quincy who stood with her little arms cross a Berry pout placed firmly on her lips.

"Come on Kurt, let's take a walk, we've already accomplished our goal here anyways, if they want to bring bad luck to their union it's out of our hands." Mercedes shrugged and ushered her best friend from the room.

"Quincy," Rachel began turning her attention to her daughter, "you can't go around stepping on people's shoes, especially not your Uncle Kurt you know how he feels about his wardrobe."

She turned her attention towards Quinn who was struggling to keep in her laughter. "Don't you dare laugh Quinn; she has to realize that she can't do that."

"He was gonna make Mommy leave…" Quincy's lower lip jutted out further and quivered.

"Aww, Lil Q, there's nothing on earth that's going to make me leave," Quinn scooped up the tiny brunette who was near tears at being reprimanded, "but Mama's right you can't beat up on Uncle Kurt, okay?"

The little girl nodded slowly her head tucked into Quinn's neck. Quincy brought her thumb up to her mouth and began to suck quietly consoling herself.

"Is Abram asleep?" Quinn queried stepping more into the room.

Rachel glanced down at the boy and nodded over his head. "I don't think any of them are going to make it to the ceremony, baby."

"They're probably to young to know what's going on anyways." Quinn shrugged feeling Quincy's breathe even out on her neck.

"You always say that." Rachel grinned shaking her head.

"That's because you're always worried about their memories." Quinn smirked

"I just…this is the day that our family becomes completely a family…"

"That's not true. Even if today never happened we'd still be a family we've been a family since the moment they were born and some paper saying it's true doesn't change things at all."

"Still, we've got guest waiting downstairs, so are you ready to officially become the Berry-Fabrays?" Rachel smiled brightly rising while cradling Abram in her arms.

Quinn leaned in and kissed her soon to be wife lightly. "I still think we should have just made something up…combined them or something…Faberry."

So?

I really enjoyed writing this. Onwards...

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