Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Quinn has something she wants to talk to Rachel about

Warning: none

Disclaimer: I own nothings but the random rambling of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.

She sits on the bed, face hidden behind a book that she has read a million times over and will read a million times more before she's through with it, when she hears the creak of the sixth step on the staircase. She places a bookmark in the page she's at and looks expectantly at the bedroom door, waiting for her girls to appear. "Hey," she beams as two blondes appear in the doorway, her eyes take in that there's only two bodies, one balanced on the hip of another, "where's Charlie?"

"Downstairs with your daddy," she smiles as she walks over to the bed and takes a seat, her daughter moved round to sit in her lap but all she does is squirm. "He complained that we hog the girls," she chuckles, "he tried to steal this one, but she was being all clingy. Or she was until she saw you." She gently passes Beth over to her girlfriend, "Here."

"Hi baby girl," Rachel utters happily to the almost toddler, "did you have a good time with Daddy?" Dark brown eyes flick up to the older blonde, "How is Noah?"

"He's good, and annoying," Quinn accentuates her words with an eye roll. "One step ahead of me again, he's really beginning to make a habit out of this."

Rachel looked at her girlfriend perplexed, "Care to elaborate or am I meant to know what any of that means?"

"It means," Quinn drew out her words, "he brought up something that I've been wanting to talk to you about."

"Ok..."

"How do you feel about being 'Mommy'?" she asked.

"Now I'm more than confused. I kind of thought I already was, on account of Charlie and everything," Rachel's confusion was rapidly growing, and it was hard to stay focused on her confusion and puzzle out what her girlfriend meant when Beth was pulling on her shirt and using her to be able to stand up.

"No..." Hazel eyes darted to her mini double, up to the eyes she had fallen in love with and back to her original true love.

"Oh..." it took Rachel a moment to figure out what her girlfriend meant, "Oh! Really?" she questioned hopefully.

"Yes, really," Quinn chuckled endearingly.

"You're absolutely sure?" Her insecurities showed against her will. "Both you and Noah?"

"Rach," she reached out and laced their fingers together, "we're a family, I've never been more sure."

"I get to be 'Mommy'?" she repeated, her insecurities fading and hope beginning to shine through.

Quinn smiled at Rachel lovingly, "You get to be 'Mommy'," she reiterated. She hated that Rachel still had so many insecurities, she knew it wasn't because of herself but more that her girlfriend was too scared to trust in the good things and that nothing bad would happen.

"Wow..." she looked at better, a smile tugging at her lips as she used her free hand to brush over blonde curls, before realising, "wait, if I'm 'Mommy', what you the girls call you?"

"Well, if it's ok with you," she stressed 'you', wanting Rachel to know that this was just as much her decision as it is hers, "I was kinda thinking 'Mama'. Beth has already started slowly saying it, and I'd be lying if I said that I don't like it," she admits bashfully."

"I like it," Rachel nods with a huge grin, "I like that you're our girls 'Mama'."

"Yeah?" Quinn asks with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah," she looks to the child standing against her and presses a kiss to her cheek, earning a giggle from the minute blonde. "This is really real, isn't it?" she asks as if in a warm daze brought on by a lazy, joy filled daydream, "I"m the luckiest girl in the world to have found my family."

"Not as lucky as us, for you finding us," she replied sincerely.

Author's note: Hey guys, so it looks like my chapters are going to be short and sweet for a while but it's better than nothing. I'm trying to think of something for the next chapter before I do what I have planned next so if there's anything in particular you would like to see now is the time to speak up. R&R please, it always helps.