I'm taking suggestions on Baby Names. Tell me it sucked or not thanks for sticking with it.
A ring damn was it really that simple, he thought about it, nope this was Berry nothing was simple with that woman ever.
He watched as his baby mama walked around the kitchen in one of his t-shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. If he wasn't hurt he'd so try to get her to sleep with him.
She was cooking dinner and he loved watching her. Thirty-six weeks and only four more to go; He was excited to meet his little boy.
He heard knocking on the door and before he could even shift Rachel was at the door. Damn to be so big she sure did move fast.
He heard her greet someone but he wasn't sure who it was, he had moved his shoulder and now he was in pain.
Once his eyes cleared he saw Santana, Brittany, Finn, and Quinn sitting on the couch with Rachel glaring at them before heading back into the kitchen.
"Why are ya'll here?"
"We haven't seen you two in a while unless it was for work. So we know she makes spaghetti on Tuesdays because there is always left overs on Wednesday and decided to have a normal night."
Quinn rolled her eyes at Finn, "he just wanted to get to it before Mike does."
"Me and Brit are here because I miss Rae's cooking."
Rae walked out of the kitchen with a spoon in her hand and he knew she was pissed, "You guys do realize that this is our night right? Just me and Noah."
Puck felt his hear t flatter, did she really just say that.
"Yeah well you two live together pick another night," Santana said with a grin.
He watched as Rachel rolled her eyes with a huff and went back in the kitchen.
Finn helped Noah to the dinner table. She had made a salad, garlic bread and sweet tea along with the spaghetti.
Once everyone started eating there was no conversation only the sounds of chewing and mmmms. Rachel was sitting beside Puck winced.
"Are you okay?"
She ran her hand over her belly, "yeah he just kicked."
Finn who was still chewing said, "I think he's going to be an awesome kicker. Little man is strong."
"My son will not be a kicker. If anything he's going to a quarterback or receiver."
"I think he'll be a dancer," Brittany said smiling at Rachel. The girls grinned.
This soon became the argument throughout dinner. Quinn, Santana, and Britt all agreed that Lil' Puck would be a dancer while the men stated that their son/godson would not be a dancer that was pussy stuff.
Rachel just rolled her eyes and stated as she rose to clear the table, "He can be whatever he wants as long as he's happy and healthy."
"Really did Rachel Barbara Berry-Evans really just say that?" Santana asked as Rachel winced and tried to leave the room.
"Did you say Berry-Evans?" Puck asked grabbing Rachel's wrist.
Santana nodded drinking her wine, "She didn't tell you that she and Sam were married for almost two months a few years ago."
"No she didn't."
Rachel sighed, "Look we were drunk and it took two months to annul it."
Santana started laughing, "That doesn't explain why you kept Evans."
Rachel glared at Santana, "I kept it because his mom could be Jewish with all the guilt she was dishing out." She shuddered, "she still calls me 'Rachel Honey you and my Sammy made such a wonderful couple. If he would break up with that harlot then I could have beautiful grandbabies with your pretty eyes.'"
Finn started laughing, "Do you still get those calls? Cause Sam sure gets them."
"Yeah I got one this morning actually."
Puck was pissed and so was Quinn, "Doesn't she know you're pregnant?"
Rachel looked at him with a small smile, "Yes she does but she doesn't care. She was like that before we got married don't worry."
The girls cleared the table and the men were watching a baseball game. Rachel had been feeling contraction all day and now they were getting intense.
Her back was killing her as she gripped the counter breathing through her nose.
No one noticed but she couldn't take it anymore, "Okay I think I need to go to the hospital." Before she could finish her sentence Puck was in the kitchen.
"I thought you said he was kicking?"
"Yeah well I lied."
"Un huh." He looked so smug.
"Shut it Puckerman. Either take me to the hospital or move."
Before she could move another contraction hit her. Once she could fully breathe again she noticed she was holding his hand tight.
She released him, "Sorry."
"Whatever let's go." Santana helped her put on her tennis shoes.
Meanwhile Finn, Quinn, and Brittany were freaking out like chickens with their head cut off.
"Fuck you guys stay here. I don't need you fuckers stressing her out. Quinn you had a baby you should be the calmest of us all."
At this she relaxed, "Excuse me do you not remember when I went into labor. YOU were the calm one."
They kept arguing as Brittany, Santana, and Rachel made their way to the car.
"We should leave them," Santana said emotionless.
Rachel sighed, "my water hasn't broke yet so it's fine."
They came out of the building still arguing as Fin got in the driver seat and everyone else in the back.
Rachel didn't notice how long it took to get to the hospital she was trying to focus on breathing and not killing Quinn and Puck who were still arguing about Beth and her labor.
Brittany and Santana were being supportive and giving her other things to think about.
She filled out the paper work and waited for them to call her back which was only a few minutes. Once they got her into a room they hooked her up to machines and IVS.
She saw the panic in Noah's eyes as he watched, "Come here." She held out her hand for him.
"Noah are you okay?" his eyes flickered between her face and stomach. Holding her hand made him feel better but why did he have a bad feeling about this baby.
Maybe because you didn't get to keep the last one.
"Noah we're fine. I promise we're not going anywhere. See look his heart is strong. We're okay."
He just nodded as he sat beside her bed still holding her hand.
She reached over and lifted his face, "Tell me what is wrong Noah or I getting out of this bed and I'm going to find Finn."
He glared at her, "Fine." He gritted his teeth, "I'm having a hard time with this. The last time I was here, I didn't get to keep my baby." There were tears in his eyes.
"Oh Noah. I haven't said anything about not keeping this baby ever. He's ours for the next eighteen years wither he or you like it."
He smiled and she could see his eyes clear.
He stood up and kissed her, "Have I told you how much I love you?"
She shook her head, "Well I love you and our son Rachel."
He sat back in his chair, "hey Noah I'm sorry I've been pushing you away."
He shrugged and pulled on his pant leg, "I get it so don't worry."