It had been ten minutes of silence. No one was willing to even breathe loudly at this point. Shelby still sat stunned while Rachel was trying to figure out what to say? What do you say when you call your estranged mother mom again after years of her not being around. Oops, sorry? No, that's just incredibly rude. Or, how about, I didn't mean that. That's also incredibly rude to say.

"I..uh..yeah." Rachel muttered trying to find some traction in her vocabulary.

Suddenly Shelby burst out laughing, or maybe she was crying. "You called me mom. You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear that word again."

Rachel blew out a long slow breath. "Well, you are my mom. I know we're working things out still, but that doesn't change the fact that you're always going to be my mom." Rachel gave a tearful smile as Shelby stood up and walked around the table in order to give her a hug. Leroy stood in the kitchen doorway with his hand over his heart. Despite their past, he was grateful that Rachel had given Shelby another chance.

Santana stood by the sink with her arms folded over her chest. She wasn't jealous of Rachel, she was..envious. Rachel had four parents so to speak who wanted to be in her life and support her. Santana had only ever had one and he was a grandfather, but he wasn't here anymore. With a sigh Santana turned around to put the dishes into the sink of dishwater that she had ran. Maybe...maybe she would call her parents if for nothing more than to just talk. If Rachel was mentioned then she would tell them about the wedding. It's possible this was going to be a big mistake. She didn't need her parents trying to talk her out of a wedding or adopting Sierra and Samara. Maybe Rachel was right, maybe they could change and be amazing grand parents. Leroy was already bouncing off the walls, Shelby and Cassie were now discussing grandma names and who got to be who. Rachel was going right along with them, Santana smiled. This was her family now and if her parents still didn't want to come around, she would be okay. These people, along with Sierra, Samara and all her friends was all she needed.

Present Day - Saturday

"Santana! Are you okay? I was yelling your name and you wouldn't answer me." Rachel ran over breathlessly. Santana sat up and looked around, the warm sunshine must have caused her to doze off. Days like this would become far and few in the next couple of weeks as Summer had officially began to come to a close.

"I'm fine. I was taking a sun nap." Santana looked up at Rachel as she shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand. Rachel was bent over resting her hands on her knees. She was breathing hard from running across the field. "Are you guys done inside for the day?"

"Just about. We're starting to put the paint supplies up and I noticed none of your stuff was in the shed so I got worried and came looking for you." Rachel sat down beside Santana and leaned back on her hands looking up at the sign. "I don't think I tell you enough how truly talented you are babe. This sign is amazing, I'm glad Peter let you keep most of your original design work after Agetha scolded him."

"Me too. I mean I understand he is paying for it, but I was hired for my art work. Don't give me free reign of an idea and then change it all around like he was trying to do. I knew the basics of what they wanted and the rest was up to me. I'm happy with it." Santana nodded her head in appreciation at her work. This sign had been the source of many arguments between she and Peter the past few weeks. He wanted something of high end sophistication and and all fancy writing. Santana wanted something that represented the children and everything that the children's home stood for. In the end, Peter got his fancy writing while Santana got her open door way with bright colorful lights with shadowed children waiting to go through it. It's said each person interprets art in their own way, to some the sign probably looked like the children where about to walk into some kind of colorful wonderland, to Santana it was the children walking into a brighter future.

"Well, either way. It looks awesome. Are you ready to head home or do you want to go back inside for a while and visit with everyone?" Rachel asked as she stood up and dusted her hands of any grass.

"I wouldn't mind visiting everyone for a while. I just need to drape this so it can dry and it stays hidden for the unveiling. You can go on without me, I will only be a few minutes." Santana pushed herself up from the ground to give Rachel a kiss before she wandered off to go hang out for a while with everyone. Slowly Santana began to gather her things and put a tarp over the sign, it had to stay covered until the children officially moved in. No one liked a ruined surprise.

Santana walked into the cafeteria a few moments later where everyone was already seated and chatting among themselves. She spotted Rachel talking in hushed whispers with Tina as the Asian woman handed Rachel a manila folder. That's odd, Santana thought to herself as she looked around, even some of the construction crew was hanging out. Over the past week some of the guys had became good buddies when the crew was short handed, it was truly a team effort to get this all done.

Deciding that whatever Rachel and Tina was talking about could wait, Santana made her way over to Puck and Quinn. She smiled, it wouldn't be long before Quinn went into labor. The woman was looking down right miserable. "What's up Lopez?" Puck asked before he took a long drink from his water bottle.

"Nothing. It looks good in here. I didn't think these tables were here yet." Santana knocked her knuckles against the hard oak of the table she was sitting at. These tables were beautiful. They weren't your conventional looking cafeteria tables. These tables had more of a summer camp feel to them. They were large oak wood with matching benches, in most cases clean cut wood was used, but no, not with these. You could see the natural grain of the wood, perfectly sealed so that they would last for a very long time.

"I didn't either, but when my guys get called on, they work fast. Plus, some of these tables are orders that people changed their mind on last minute, so there were a few left in storage." Puck grinned.

"I'm surprised they didn't charge you more than what they did." Santana bantered with Puck.

"Pffftt. I saved that business from completely going under when your Abeulo' got the me the job. Have I ever told you that story Quinn?" Puck turned to look at Quinn who was looking even more miserable than she had a few minutes ago. "Are you okay babe?" Puck asked worriedly.

"Yeah." Quinn replied through clenched teeth. "Just, Davis is kicking up a storm today. It feels like he is trying to escape out of my back."

"Do we need to go to the hospital? Are you going into labor?!" Puck jumped up, almost falling over the bench that he was setting on next to Quinn. Maybe they should have opted for the tables with the chairs. These benches were kind of dangerous.

"NO! I don't know. My water hasn't broke yet and I'm not having contractions. My back is just hurting so bad." At this point Quinn was nearly in tears.

"We're not taking any chances, we're going to the hospital. Santana will you grab Beth and follow us?" Puck was becoming increasingly pale. Santana wondered if he was going to make it through this child birth without passing out, if in fact Quinn was actually in labor.

"Yeah, yeah. Just go. We will meet you at the hospital. Rachel! We have to go." Rachel turned around startled at her name being called. She took a moment to study the scene that was unfolding before her. Puck was leading Quinn out of the cafeteria while Santana was bouncing around and waving her arms in the air.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked after she had excused herself from Tina and stepped in front of Santana.

"We have to go get Beth and then go to the hospital. Quinn is in horrible pain and Puck thinks she might be going into labor." Santana spoke quickly and frantically. This was all so exciting and nerve wracking. She had been there for the birth of Beth and she wasn't going to miss Davis coming into the world.

"Okay. Let's go." Rachel grabbed Santana's hand and quickly followed the same path that Quinn and Puck had taken. Before they could completely get out of the doors Santana turned around and announced to the whole room, "We're sorry for leaving so quickly, but Quinn may have the baby tonight! We'll send a chain email if she does." Santana cackled as Rachel gave her arm a tug before the cafeteria erupted into cheers. Yep, one big happy supportive family is what they were.

"Aunt San,' we don't have the mural in Davis' room done. Do you think we will have enough time to finish it?" Beth said worriedly as she look out the window of Santana's jeep. Santana and Rachel had rushed from the campus to Beth's school in order to pick her up from soccer practice.

"I know babe. But yes we have time, there's not much left to do and his nursery is already finished, we just have to move his crib when the wall dries after we're done. It's okay. Don't worry about that right now. Right now, all you have to be is excited to meet your brother." Santana replied. With everything going on, she had been working on the mural sporadically. Thankfully it was honestly almost done.

Santana had honestly been surprised at the turn around that Beth had made. She had truly stepped up and embraced the big sister role, even though Davis wasn't here yet. Quinn had made good on her promise to spend more time with Beth and to let her help pick out stuff for Davis. The changes that Puck had implemented at the studio had helped matters ten fold at home also. Now Beth's face contained honest and genuine excitement instead of the clear as day resentment she had worn before.

Rachel just smiled and continued holding Santana's hand like she had been doing since they got in the jeep. She looked down when her phone chimed. It was a message from Puck. "Puck says that Quinn is definitely in labor."

"What? How does he know that?" Santana glanced over at Rachel.

"Her water broke as soon as they walked into the emergency room." Rachel laughed before laying the phone down back into the center console.

"I wonder if she has started to dilate yet?" Santana made the mistake of wondering out loud. Rachel shrugged her shoulders, Puck hadn't said anything about that yet.

"What does dilate mean exactly?" Beth wondered from the back seat.

Santana's face slowly began to pale. She didn't want to have to explain this to her eleven year old niece. Wasn't she supposed to know this stuff already? "Uh..well..it's when.." Santana cleared her throat.."it's when.." She looked to Rachel for help, silently pleading with the woman who looked like she was going to bust out laughing at any moment. Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Beth, you know where babies come from right?" Rachel asked as she turned around in her seat to look at the little girl in the back seat.

Beth nodded her head. She hadn't had sex ed yet, that was coming in her health class that she was in this year, but she knew where babies came from. Her mom and dad didn't want her to be blindsided by the stuff that she was going to learn in school. "Okay so, in order for Davis to come out...there's a hole that has to get bigger and dilation means that hole is expanding. When that hole is ten centimeters, Davis will get to come out." Rachel was trying her best to explain this so that Beth could really understand it. The child was eleven, she probably didn't need to know such vagueness, but Rachel had never had to explain something like this to anyone.

"How big is that?" Beth scrunched up her nose cutely.

"About the size of one of your soft balls kid." Santana looked into her rear view mirror in order to see Beth. Her eyes widened comically.

"Oh..that's not very big. I don't want to know anymore." Beth done a little shimmy as she resumed her window watching. Davis was supposed to be a big baby. "That's going to be painful for mom." Beth mumbled to herself, not knowing that she had said it loud enough for Santana and Rachel to hear.

"We can only imagine the true pain she will be in." Santana grimaced as she glanced over at Rachel who had the same pained look on her face.

I'm going to be honest, I've never written an 11 year old before. I'm trying to find a balance of keeping her young but not too young and not a hormonal soon to be teenager. Just, please hang in there with me. Any and all suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Also, I know this is late. We had some bad weather yesterday that caused my internet to go down. It didn't come back up until after I was already in bed.