Hello Everyone,
I hope you are all well! I know it's currently Saturday, but my life is about to get very crazy for the rest of the weekend, so pretend it is Sunday.
That covers the first bit of business, the second is as follows. I am currently conducting a poll. It's not a fancy schmancy thing, because I don't know how to do that, so please leave a review to answer the polling question. I am working on a new story. It will be rated M and I'm telling you now that I honestly think M might not be high enough, but as this site does give higher ratings, M it is. The story is Faberritana Centric. I feel as this category is wrong, but since I have no other description for it, we're going with 100% CONSENSUAL SEXUAL age play. Anyone involved in it, has 100% agreed to it. For the most part. All the nonconsensual stuff is just touched upon lightly. Much like with Marley and this story. The poll is as follows:
YES - I want to read it
I'll give it a shot but I make no promises
NO WAY - I can't stomach it at all.
So there are you options, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me know what you think. I feel that my style from Baby Steps to the new story hasn't changed so expect the same type of pace and language.
Now on to this story. :)
WARNINGS: None really - pretty safe chapter. :)
As always - thanks to to NayaFan, UnholyUnderBoob, & Beaner008 for their inspiration and encouragement. Also, many thanks to my followers, reviewers, and the people who send me lovely PM's and reminded me how much they like this story and why I continue to write it.
Everyone be well and the next update will be Sunday of next week, as usual.
Be well friends.
Several hours later, Noah and Quinn looked up from the couch to see Santana, Rachel, and Marley enter the apartment. "Who's that buddy?" Quinn asked him kindly and he turned sideways a bit.
"Mar-ree!" he said with a smile. He'd never been more glad to see her. She dropped to her knees, crawled over to him as fast as she could and pulled herself up onto the couch. She brushed away her unshed tears and tried not to look so sad. She sat next to him and gently took his hand. His heart raced and she felt nothing but peace when she did that.
"I tired. We cudda?" she asked him.
"We cudda," he told her.
She snuggled into his chest and then pulled away. "Wait. Where is I gonna hurts you?" she asked him.
"No, it okay," he assured her and he laid back on the couch and she laid against him, resting her full weight, which wasn't much, against him.
"No matter what, I love you both," Quinn said and she stood up, leaving them alone and walked into the kitchen.
Santana wasted no time. She pulled her close and whispered into her ear. "You did not fuck up, but now, I think we just got out numbered," she said.
"Have these," Rachel said handing out little shot glasses of some whiskey she'd bought a while ago. The three of them downed the shot and Quinn spoke up.
"You go first, what happened?" she asked.
"Susan gave her an enema, because she needed one, and she did very well, but she cried and screamed the whole time, and she kept alternating between Mommy and Ana, and so I know she was beside herself." Quinn raised an eyebrow. "When she first got here in the house, we had to go through communication issues. She had sores all over her mouth, and her therapist actually encouraged the use of a pacifier. Something about keeping the lining of her mouth lubricated naturally, since Terri dried it out with all the vinegar. The problem was, as soon as she saw the pacifier, she tried to run away, and I mean run," Santana said and she paused.
"You don't get the entire bottle," Rachel smirked and poured everyone another shot.
"So she cowered over there, in the corner and I told her, that in that moment, because she was scared and didn't trust me, and that was okay, but because she didn't trust me, she couldn't call me Mommy."
"Well that makes sense," Quinn said.
"Really?" Rachel asked, "because Kurt and I were more upset about it than Marley and Santana were I think," she said.
"That is because you're not at the club," Quinn smiled. Rachel arched an eyebrow and Quinn smiled. "In the very beginning, Marley didn't know what she wanted. She'd tried to have a game with Terri. That's what she originally went in for, but Terri made it torture for her. In order for her to call Santana Mommy, she had to trust her. When you don't trust someone, the game stops. It's why our clients have a safe word. When they don't trust us, or the game they asked to play, they get to say their safe word. Calling Santana by her name, was essentially Marley's safe word, but Marley didn't know that," Quinn explained.
"I'm sorry. I'm trying, but I still hear her screaming in my head," Rachel said honestly. Santana gave a soft laugh and raised her shot glass. Rachel smiled and she and Quinn followed suit. With the second shot down, the three girls sat down at the kitchen table
"Your turn," Santana said kindly. "What makes you think you "fucked up" at the hospital?" Santana asked.
Quinn sighed and looked at her friends. "He asked me a question. Well no. He made a statement," Quinn said. "Actually I can't remember. It was a bit of both. It took me by surprise and my question to him as to why on earth he would ask something like that came out with much too much bite to it and he did what Marley does. He went into his head, started breathing heavily, and went stone still. When he finally came back to me, he screamed Mommy at the top of his lungs. It's that scream. That scream that tears at your heart a little bit, and I just. I felt so lost," Quinn admitted.
"See?" Rachel said to Santana. "When you freak out, you call for help. You don't hold it in and become this crazy stressed Mommy who is too tense to deal with her child," she lectured and Santana rolled her eyes. "Roll your eyes at me all you want, but you know I'm right. You being stressed helps no one, including you! I'm surprised you haven't need an enema yet," she said glaring at Santana.
"Drop it now!" Santana glared.
Quinn held up her hand and poured another round of shots. "You my dear Rachel forget. I work there, so what happens at the club, I already know about and unless she wants to tell you, you're never going to find out," Quinn said simply and they all downed the next shot. They were still there at the table, discussing varying topics when Kurt came home and looked at his friends.
"I'm not sure if I want to have a shot before or after?" he said.
"Before," Santana and Rachel said and they handed him the shot. He downed it and held the empty glass out for seconds. After his third shot, he was ready to hear what was going on.
"First of all, health wise, where is everyone?" he asked.
"Noah still needs surgery for his eyes, and Marley is as empty as humanly possible. I think she was more embarrassed than anything, and we really need to watch her diet. Will you help me work up better meals and snacks for her?" Santana said. Kurt nodded and she turned to Rachel. "Satisfied?" she sassed.
"Brat," Rachel said simply.
Kurt ignored them and turned to Quinn. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you at the hospital. What did I miss?"
"I fucked up," Quinn sighed.
"Clearly," Kurt said with a knitted brow. "Both kids," he said and then he paused. "Kids?" he asked.
"It'll work for now," Quinn said.
"Kids are sleeping," Kurt said. "So clearly, if they are cuddled up and sleeping peacefully together, you did not fuck up," Kurt reasoned.
Quinn laughed softly and poured herself a shot. She downed it and then recounted the story of how she scared Noah. "It just kills me that he calls me Mommy," Quinn said.
"I thought that was the point," Kurt said kindly.
"He told Quinn in the hospital, he didn't want to be a baby," Rachel offered pouring another round of shots for everyone.
"I thought that was the point though? A little one who needed help," Kurt said again, not quite following along.
"Well he told her, he never had any intention of being a little one. It was forced upon him, slightly, thanks to Terri, and the only reason he calls me Mommy, as best I can figure is because he thinks it's going to spare him some sort of beating," Quinn explained. "He screamed it when I held him. Screamed it. I haven't heard him scream like that. He was just so terrified, and it was because I snapped at him. I didn't mean to snap at him, it just sort of happened."
"We've all snapped at Marley and she cowers. We're not perfect. We get frustrated," Rachel said kindly.
"Yeah, all he did was make a statement. He wasn't pestering me or doing anything that would require me to snap," Quinn said.
"Okay, so what was his statement?" Santana asked.
"He told me he's never going to get better," Quinn sighed, finally remembering what it was that he said.
Santana took a deep breath, and grabbed one of Quinn's hand, squeezing it tight. Then she gathered the four shot glasses in the center of the table and picked up the bottle. She topped off each one and then corked it, still holding on to Quinn's hand. Kurt and Rachel shared a look, but it went unnoticed by anyone else. As she passed out the four glasses she spoke. "We haven't done anything wrong. We are helping two lost souls on their road to recovery. We're going to drink our shots, put away the whiskey and then I think all the grown ups need a nap too," she smiled and then she raised her glass. The entire time, she hadn't let go of Quinn and it didn't look like she was about to either. "To recovery," she said holding up her glass. The other three nodded, clinked their glasses, and they all threw back the shot.
Santana was the first awake and looked around at all the sleeping bodies. She smiled to herself and then carefully pulled out her phone. Marley and Noah were cuddled up together, spooning on the couch, and he had a protective arm wrapped over her. She snapped a picture and then carefully stood up and stretched. She looked down at her phone and realized there was a voicemail waiting for her. She growled softly to herself when she noticed the number. Things had been so calm. The mention of Dr. Isabelle would not go over well.
She stood up, moved to the kitchen, and then began washing out the shot glasses. Once she set the last one on the drain rack, she pulled out her phone and listened to the voice mail. "Santana, this is Dr. Isabelle, I'm calling to set up the appointment with you and Marley. I think that having you both to start, will be the best way to go. According to Beth, Marley has trust issues, and rightfully so. Call me back as soon as you receive this message please," she said and just before she hung up, she gave the number.
Santana sighed and began to dry the semi dry shot glasses. She wanted them away before the kids woke up. She didn't know how much alcohol Terri consumed or what Noah and Marley knew about it, so she decided to put it away, so as not to cause them any anxiety. She was drying the last one when she felt something grab her leg and sit on her foot. She smiled and looked down. "I know you," she grinned and reached down to gently pet the top of the brunette head that was now almost as tall as her hip. Marley looked up and grinned sleepily. "Did you have a good nap baby girl?" she asked.
"Mmmm," Marley said and then very carefully, used Santana to pull herself up to standing and then hugged Santana while lying her head on Santana's shoulder.
"My sweet baby girl. I'm glad you had a good nap," Santana told her.
"Noah good at cuddas Mommy, buh you bedda, shhhh," Marley said smiling a bit.
"I'll keep it a secret baby," Santana promised.
"Mommy?" Marley asked cautiously. "You gonna sends me away?" she asked. In that second Santana saw Marley go from baby girl around age three, to a struggling adult, craving to be in a little girl's world. It made Santana's heart break.
"Marley my love, look at me please," she said gently as she rubbed Marley's back and kissed her temple a few times. Marley got brave after a few minutes and finally Santana spoke. "Marley Rose, you are now and forever my baby girl. I don't know what I would do without you. You are allowed to be whatever age you want, whenever you want. You are also allowed to leave me anytime you wish. I will support any decision you make, but if you are leaving it up to me, then I am keeping you here, with me, because I love you too much to ever let you go," Santana said. "Do you understand?" she asked her, gently pushing her tears away with the pads of her thumbs.
Marley nodded, but Santana could tell from her eyes, that she was just agreeing to agree, that she didn't truly believe it. She also knew she was working with frightened, more grown up Marley, rather than her baby girl. She was about to say something when Marley's stomach growled instead. "What was that?" she smiled. "I think someone might be a little bit hungry. How about you and I have a snack together," Santana suggested. Marley simply nodded. "Yeah? Okay. What should we have. Should we have apple slices and peanut butter maybe?" she suggested and Marley gave a soft smile and nodded. It was one of her favorite snacks, now that she could eat apples again. "Alright, do you want to help me slice the apples or do you want to scoop out peanut butter?" Santana asked her. Marley shyly held up two fingers. "You are my best girl," Santana smiled at her. She rubbed her back and kissed her cheek, leading her over to the counter top and handed her the peanut butter, a plate, and a spoon. "Okay baby girl, count out three big scoops, that should be enough," she said.
Marley put it all on the plate and then put the spoon on the sink and tried to cap the peanut butter jar. However, her coordination wasn't as strong as she hoped it was and she dropped the jar on the floor. She immediately gasped out of fear and fell down to the floor, screaming in pure fear. It was what woke everyone else.
"Mar-ree!" Noah screamed. He had to get to her, but he didn't know where anything was. Quinn had meant to show him around when they first arrived, but he was so tired from his own tantrum, that he needed sleep more than anything else, so the tour was skipped for the time being.
Marley never heard Noah screaming for her. "It's a wonder, the neighbors haven't called the cops," Rachel said and she moved to help Santana. Marley was on the floor, curled up tightly in the fetal position crying for her Mommy. "What do you need help with?"
"Explain to Noah, that she scared herself," Santana said as she sat down and gathered her little girl close, whispering softly into her ear, that she was safe with Santana.
"M.m.m. .m.m.m.m,ee, fi-ah," she whimpered stammering as she talked.
"Shhh, Mommy's here, you're okay," Santana assured her and she kept her tight and rocked her gently. "Can someone bring me a pacifier please?" Santana called out.
"I he'p," Noah insisted. He'd listened to everything Rachel said and while it all made sense, he wasn't sure he believed it. If they kept him away from her, then he would know they were lying to him, and that he and Marley would somehow have to escape.
"Alright, bud, you can help, but I have to help you okay? I want to guide you, because you haven't had a proper tour yet. I don't want you bumping into anything and hurting yourself. I'll walk behind you and guide you," Quinn told him kindly.
He nodded. "What a fi-ah?" he asked her.
"That's Marley's pacifier. There is one right on the coffee table in front of you. If you put your hand straight out and touch the table and then move a touch to the left, you'll feel it," Quinn said. She wanted to give it to him, but she and Rachel both knew he had to discover it on his own. They had to guide him and let him do as much as he wanted or could on his own. He had to gain their trust and he showed great signs of independence at times.
"Keen?" he asked her.
"Yes, it's clean, but if you want to wash it off to be extra sure, we can do that," Quinn assured him.
"Eh," he said nodding yes. "Keen more," he told Quinn.
"Okay," Quinn agreed. "I'm going to move in behind you Noah. I'm going to help you walk and I'll tell you when to turn left and right," she told him. "Before we move, tell me, do you want to wash off the pacifier or can Quinn do it?" she asked him.
"Me. Wa-wa onwy," he said seriously.
"Alright, but you need to be calm okay? The only reason Marley is so upset, is because she scared herself and is reliving some sort of memory, we think, so we need to be calm okay? I promise you, Santana, Rachel, Kurt, and I will never hurt either of you," Quinn assured him. "It's just as Rachel said. Marley dropped the jar of peanut butter and scared herself," Quinn assured him. That made sense to him. If you ever did anything wrong in Terri's house, you were quickly and severely punished. Food was a huge issue with her. He thought it was because she didn't eat enough, but he never said that to her. Once he had asked Terri what he could make for dinner and somehow that earned him a rather severe spanking and no food at all that day. It made sense that even though Marley was safe, she still had major triggers from a not so recent past come to haunt her. He had them too, if he was going to be honest.
"Kay, I ready," he said and he stood up on his own, the pacifier gripped tight in his hand. Quinn gave a proud smile and then moved in behind him. She guided him to the kitchen and helped him wash off the pacifier.
"Let's dry it off buddy, here's a paper towel," she said handing it to him. He took it from her and carefully squeezed it around the nipple, to dry it off.
"Here Mar-ree, keen now," he told her and he held it out to her. She took it and shoved it into her mouth, coughing as her breathing started to regulate.
"Can you say thank you to Noah?" Santana coached kindly. Marley shook her head no and cried harder. Her breath was so erratic and out of control, nothing was going to come out of her mouth. "Shhh, breathe baby, you're okay. Mommy's here," Santana assured her. She sat with her for another ten minutes and rocked slowly. "Okay, snack time for Marley now okay?" she asked her.
Marley shook her head no, but her stomach growled. It was getting very close to the three hour mark, since the last time she ate. Her body was regulating really well and she blushed heavily when she realized her body had given her away. "Oooh, I heard a tummy," Santana said kindly. "Come on love. Why don't we have a snack. Maybe Mommy can feed you," she suggested.
"I he'p Tana?" Noah asked softly.
"You can help," Santana nodded. "You can even eat some of it too," she told him.
"What are you having?" Quinn asked kindly.
"Can you tell them baby girl?" Santana asked kindly and Marley shook her head no. "Apple slices and peanut butter," Santana said for her, giving Marley several sweet kisses to help reassure her of her surroundings.
"I rike dat," Noah said with a smile.
"Oh good. Well then, everyone to the table please, and we'll all sit down and eat," Santana said kindly.
"Noah, I'll help you first buddy and then I'll come back and help Marley and Santana okay?" Quinn said. He nodded and let Quinn guide him to the seat. Then she went back and helped, Santana and Marley to their feet. Marley tried to climb up Santana's body and whimpered when she realized it wasn't going to happen.
"You don't need to be carried baby girl. You're okay. I promise. You can sit in my lap though. That's perfectly okay with me," Santana told her lovingly giving her several more kisses as they sat down.
Noah was seated across from them, so that he could see Marley. What he didn't like was that even though she was in Santana's arms, she was still shaking. "Mar-ree, I fee you?" he asked her and she gave him a look. She didn't know if she was ready to trust that yet, but he had been an excellent cuddler, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Santana stayed quiet. She loved that Noah seemed to be completely on board with helping Marley in any way he could. "Noah, I think that is very kind of you, but can I explain one thing to you?" Santana asked and he nodded. "Terri was very rough with Marley, so if she says you can feed her, you can, but you have to have very precise aim. The food can only go in her mouth," Santana said.
"Her haff fi-ah. No food," Noah said sounding a bit confused.
Marley's eyes went wide and she burst into tears. She wasn't focused and didn't understand what Noah was saying. He was implying she couldn't eat with the pacifier in her mouth. She thought he was implying she wasn't allowed to eat at all. She broke down into hysterics and clung to Santana, trembling violently. Santana took a breath and looked at Quinn. "You stay with him. Eat the snack. I'm taking her to the bedroom. Kurt, I need help please," Santana called.
"That's the first time I've ever heard you say please," Quinn laughed as Kurt walked over and carefully pulled a hysterical Marley into his arms.
"You're not funny," Santana said glaring at Quinn.
"Wrap her in a blanket, as tight as you can and then just cuddle her. I promise you, it helps," she said and Santana went after Kurt into the bedroom.
Marley was laid on the bed, Santana changed her diaper, and then wrapped her as tightly as she could in a blanket before gathering her close and letting her cry it out. The blanket had worked though. She wasn't as hysterical, and all the pressure from both the blanket and Santana helped to calm her nerves.
"I good Mommy, pee I eat," she begged.
"Of course you can eat sweetheart," Santana said, surprised it'd come out so clear. She was just grateful Marley wasn't stuttering or gasping for breath.
"I good," she cried.
"Shhh, yes baby, you are a very good girl and as soon as you calm down, we will eat. Look Papa even brought the snack in for you. You can feed yourself, or Mommy can feed you, it's up to you," she assured her.
"Mommy, I eat," she said softly.
"Okay. Mommy will feed you, but baby bites to start okay?" she asked gently and Marley nodded. She stayed wrapped up tight in her blanket, but cuddled in Santana's lap and it just made her feel that much better.
After her snack, she fell quiet again and then snuggled down into Santana. "Mommy," she said softly. "Au...Auntie Quinn stay. Noah not," she told her.
"Why is that baby? Why do you want Noah to leave?" she asked her with genuine curiosity, and a very difficult attempt at keeping her voice calm. What Santana didn't like, was that Marley was starting to show signs of jealousy, and that would hinder her recovery even further. Santana loved her baby girl, more than she would ever care to admit, but potty training and walking had to happen. Pausing her recovery processes, due to jealousy, was not something Santana was prepared for.
"He didn't want me eat Mommy," she said sadly.
"Noah didn't want you to eat baby?" Santana asked with confusion. She had been sitting right there. He'd offered to feed her. She must have misunderstood something, but Santana had no idea what it was and she didn't want her to relive it. "Okay, okay. Tell you what. I will talk to Noah and we will figure it out, but after you finish your snack. Maybe when you're done we can go and play with your piano," Santana suggested. She was fairly sure that she needed a nap, but since she just woke up from one, Santana wasn't going to push that.
"Santana! Phone!" Rachel called from the living room.
"Take a message for me!" Santana called back and cuddled Marley, continuing to feed her tiny bites.
"Santana's phone," Rachel answered and then put her hand on her forehead. Why did she always sound so ridiculous answering someone else's phone.
"Rachel?" an oddly familiar voice asked. "It's Joe," he said.
"Why do you sound like you've been smoking three packs a day?" she asked.
"Allergies and a cold, I think," he said.
"I'm so sorry," she said honestly.
"Thanks. Listen. I won't be able to make Marley's appointments this week. Her normal homework is bridges and crawling and all of the usual stuff. Have her do whatever she wants, in however many sets she wants. Make it a game if you can, but we're going to add something new this week. I want her to stand up at the sink and brush her teeth on her own. No help, no support. Just her and that sink. Can you do that?"
"You make it sound so easy," she sighed and she could almost hear him roll his eyes on the other end of the line. "You got it. Brush teeth. No help. Done,' she said.
"Thank you. I'll see you next week," he said and then he hung up.
"Feel better," Rachel said kindly. She then hung up and sighed. "Not easy," she groaned and looked at Kurt who was pretending to flip through a magazine, but stopped when he heard Rachel make a soft grunt of annoyance. He simply looked at her and Rachel sighed. "That was Joe. She has to brush her teeth," she said.
"She does that already," Kurt countered.
"On her own. No help. No bodily support from us," Rachel said.
"Ugh!" Kurt said and Noah watched the exchange before turning to Quinn.
"Mar-ree can no do dat?" he asked.
"Do what bud?"
"Be up. Walk," he said. S's were not happening so it took some figuring out as far as communication went, but eventually he got it and said what was needed.
"Not that I'm aware of. I think Terri did a lot more muscular damage to Marley's legs than she did to yours, so that might be what they are talking about," Quinn suggested.
"Rae!" Noah said raising his hand as if he were in school and Rachel looked over and smiled.
"I see you bud, hang on. Sit with Mommy, I'll be right there," she said and Kurt kicked Rachel's shin lightly.
"Not Mommy," he said softly out of the side of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Noah. I mean sit with Quinn," Rachel said and Noah nodded and then reached blindly for another apple slice. He hadn't realized how hungry he was. However with his compromised vision, his hand went straight into the peanut butter blob and he whimpered. The texture was terrible and it reminded him of when Terri would force him to be her toilet. There were a great number of steps to this terrible procedure and he started to cry immediately.
"Shhh, shhh, you're okay bud. It's just peanut butter. Let me get a wet towel and clean you up," Quinn said kindly and urgently. She had to make sure she was heard and that Noah didn't slip into his memories and nightmares. Terri had done things to him, that most people would never even dream of. Quinn didn't want him reliving those things, if it was possible. She very quickly cleaned him up and then kissed his temple. "All fixed bud. You can still eat more," she told him.
"Mommy feed," he said sadly. He wasn't living through that again. Once had been enough and anytime he touched something with a certain texture, his brain went into overload.
"Noah buddy. You have to be very sure," Quinn said cautiously.
He nodded. "Pee Mommy, you do," he said sadly. Quinn nodded and moved over to his right.
"What if we do it together buddy. You and Mommy can work as a team. I will guide you," Quinn bargained. He thought for a moment and then nodded his agreement. She took his hand and helped him eat the apple slices dipped in peanut butter. He smiled happily and then started to cry when he finished. "Are you okay buddy?" she asked him and he shook his head. "Do you want to cuddle?" she offered. He nodded and she gathered him close. "Noah my love, listen to Mommy Quinn okay?" she said softly and he nodded. "You're a good boy and the only reason you are in this position is because a very bad lady, did very bad things to you. I promise you that I will help you get better. I promise that you can call me Mommy if that's what you want. I promise you that Santana, Rachel, and Kurt will help you too. I promise you. You never have to be alone," she said. He nodded and snuggled into her. It was nice to hear promises of love and justice, rather than empty threats and violent words.
"T'ank you Mommy," Noah whimpered.
Two hours later, the girls were getting dinner ready, while Kurt stayed with Marley and Noah in the living room. He was playing the simon game with them, and they were laughing hysterically, because their Papa was having a great deal of difficulty with this game. Marley had red, Noah had green, and Kurt worked the yellow and blue. It would beep and do well for a while, but once they hit seven and eight beeps in a row. Kurt would mess up and the thing would buzz. Noah and Marley found this hysterical. He was laughing because she was laughing and she was laughing, because she was feeling very little and fart noises were funny to her.
"Do you think he's doing that on purpose?" Quinn whispered to Rachel.
"Probably. He does whatever he can to make her laugh, and I can promise you, he's doing the same for Noah," Rachel said kindly.
"Papa!" both little ones shouted and then they all burst into hysterics. Kurt missed his turn in time and the machine buzzed.
"Silly game," Kurt said. "I'm sorry guys, I didn't remember which one it was," he told them.
"Is kay Papa!" Marley said and she moved over and kissed his cheek. Noah nodded his agreement and did the same thing.
"One of you, needs to bear his children," Santana said tapping both Quinn and Rachel.
"Rachel's it!" Quinn said quickly.
"Whoa! How did that happen?" Rachel said looking very shocked.
"We have babies, it's your turn," Quinn smirked.
"You're still fresh," Rachel said, mainly to Santana.
"You still should," Santana said. "You two have a baby. I'll take my little girl, Quinn will take her little boy, and we'll move out of this apartment and into the suburbs."
"Whatever the two of you are smoking at night to give you these crazy delusions, kindly share it or stop smoking it," Rachel said and she finished putting together the salad and called into Noah. "Noah my friend. Do you have any food allergies, we should know about?" Rachel asked.
"No, I fink I kay," he said honestly.
"Alright," Rachel said kindly and she set the salad on the table along with three different types of dressings.
"You should!" Santana's hissed.
"You stop!" Rachel scolded her.
"Dinner!" Quinn announced.
"Okay my loves, let's go to the table please. Do either of you want help?" Kurt asked.
"I do it Papa. Noah, you crawls wif me. "Ho'd me hewe," she said taking his hand and putting it on her calf. "I go s'ow for you, so you learn da house," she told him. "I tells you stuff as we go," she said.
"No, not yet pee," he told her.
"How you learn?" she asked him curious.
"I gonna count. Mark by count," he told her and she looked to Kurt for help. She didn't understand.
"Try baby girl. Let Noah follow you, and he'll count how he needs to and when we sit down to dinner, he can explain it better," Kurt told her. She nodded and set herself to crawl. She crawled to the table and as he kept one hand on her calf to stay with her Santana was oddly reminded of elephants. She decided to keep that bit of information to herself though. That would probably trigger a great deal of turmoil.
"Kay, dis you seat," she told him, putting his hand forward on the leg of the chair.
"Do you want help standing Noah?" Santana asked.
"Eh pee," he said and Santana got behind him and helped him to stand up and then sit down. "T'ank you Tana," he smiled.
"Anytime buddy," Santana smiled and then she moved to help Marley.
"Mar-ree," Noah started. "It fuh-ty two craw' to here from dere," he said pointing in the direction they had just come from. His knees moved forty two times. Twenty one on each side, and so he knew, from his seat, down to the floor, it would be forty two crawls back to the living room area, with the couch, television and Marley's toys. It was sixty crawls from the living room to the bathroom, and seventy five crawls from the living room to the bedroom.
"Pretty soon buddy, you won't need to count crawls anymore. I will schedule your surgery as soon as possible, we'll get your eyes all fixed, and then you'll be able to see much better," Quinn told him, taking a seat on his left. Marley was on his right and Santana was on Marley's right. The mom's were close to their babies, in case their help was required. Rachel and Kurt served up hot dogs, macaroni salad, and potato chips and the family sat down to eat.
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I am currently conducting a poll. It's not a fancy schmancy thing, because I don't know how to do that, so please leave a review to answer the polling question. I am working on a new story. It will be rated M and I'm telling you now that I honestly think M might not be high enough, but as this site does give higher ratings, M it is. The story is Faberritana Centric. I feel as this category is wrong, but since I have no other description for it, we're going with 100% CONSENSUAL SEXUAL age play. Anyone involved in it, has 100% agreed to it. For the most part. All the nonconsensual stuff is just touched upon lightly. Much like with Marley and this story. The poll is as follows:
YES - I want to read it
I'll give it a shot but I make no promises
NO WAY - I can't stomach it at all.
So there are you options, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me know what you think. I feel that my style from Baby Steps to the new story hasn't changed so expect the same type of pace and language.