Santana tossed the wooden slat to her left as she wiped her brow with her right hand. "Puck, I swear these instructions are in Italian. Where in the hell did Rachel and I actually order these beds from?" Santana furrowed her brows as she looked around the guest room, soon to be twins nursery. It had taken she and Puck about an hour to finish clearing out the room and now they were in the process of putting the beds together. Rachel, Quinn, Beth and Davis were in the living room, momentarily entertaining themselves.
"I don't know San, but it can't be that hard. We've put beds together before and they're still standing." Puck shrugged his shoulders as he propped up the white headboard against the wall. "Let's get this one put together tonight and then we can do the rest tomorrow. I will come over in the morning after I take Beth to school."
"I want it all done tonight." Santana snapped before she looked up apologetically. "I'm sorry, I just want to get their room set up as soon as possible." She added in a softer tone.
"I get it, but we had a big dinner and it's getting kind of late. You're stressing and that's okay, but I promise we will get this done in time for the home study." Puck walked over and sank to his knees next to Santana. He could tell something was bothering her. "What's going on?"
"I just...I want this to be perfect for them and it's already getting off to a bad start. If I can't put a bed together for them, what else can't I do?" Santana mumbled as she picked at her cuticles.
"Stop. You're going to be an amazing mother. I've told you this before. Like you said, these instructions are in a foreign language." Puck picked up the book of instructions and tossed them over his shoulder. "We will figure it out and they will love their new beds, in their new room with two of the most amazing women on this planet, okay?"
"Okay. I'm trusting you on this." Santana looked up, still with a small frown on her face.
"Don't put all of your trust in me. You have to trust yourself too, San. As a parent with some experience under my belt, I can say you're going to make mistakes. It's going to happen." Puck looked at the door of the room. Santana could only imagine the guilt Puck carried for the times he had put work before his family. "But you talk about it, you make it up to them and you earn that forgiveness. Nobody is perfect and I don't care how high and mighty some people like to act, there is no such thing as the perfect parent. You and Rachel are going to be fine. Now stop letting a bed defeat you and make you think you are going to be a shitty parent, because it's not true."
"Thanks Puck." Santana gave him a small smile. Santana turned to open a bag of screws, nuts and bolts. "Let's get this put together so we can actually hang out before you have to leave."
Santana stood in the doorway of the twins nursery admiring her and Puck's work. Sure they only had one bed put together, but it was a start. "You two done good. It looks great." Rachel said as she walked up behind Santana and wrapped the woman in a hug.
"You really think so?" Santana asked as she turned her head slightly to try and see Rachel.
"I do. I can't wait until it's all finished. Do you want me to help you put something else together or are you done for the night? You changed your mind about letting me help earlier." Rachel pouted as she rested her head on Santana's back.
"I know, I'm sorry. Quinn really needed some adult time though and you are her best friend. Besides, don't lie and say you didn't enjoy all the Davis bonding you got to experience tonight. I swear that baby is in love with you." Santana laughed lightly.
"You're her best friend too you know. I mean she was your friend before she was mine and yes, Davis was exceptionally cuddly tonight with me." Rachel closed her eyes as a small smile appeared on her face. Davis had clung to Rachel ever since he came through the front door in his carrier. Beth didn't mind that Davis was getting most of the attention from her Aunt's because that meant she got to just chill with her mom.
"That may be true, but Quinn and I don't do the the super close talking stuff, at least not willingly, unless it's something super important and even then we kind of have to pull it out of each other." Santana scrunched up her nose in thought. "We should have Beth come spend the weekend with us. I would say Davis too, but I don't know how well a one month old would take being away from his parents for a night."
"We could have him over for the day though, give Quinn and Puck a bit of a break, you know?" Rachel was excited at the prospect of having both of the kids over for the day.
"I can ask Puck in the morning when he comes back over." Santana turned and leaned against the doorway, pulling Rachel to her front. "So, would you like to help me put something together, I already have the pieces laid out for the white set?"
"I would love to help." Rachel stood on her tip toes in order to give Santana a kiss. After a moment she began to deepen it as Santana ran her hands down Rachel's back. She rested her hands just above Rachel's butt.
"We're not going to get anything done if you kiss me like that again." Santana breathed deeply when Rachel broke the kiss.
"I would say I am sorry, but that would be a lie." Rachel laughed as she took Santana's hand and pulled her into the room. She stopped and turned in a circle looking around. "We have their beds and dressers, we have matching shelves on the way..do we need to get a changing table too?"
"Hmmm, I don't really think so. They rarely get changed on the ones at the home because they like to wiggle so much. We already ordered changing pillows and we can order a special storage thing for their diapers and stuff, like there's one I saw that can hang on a door. It's got a spot for the wipes at the top and under that is where you put the diapers and pull them out like a dispenser. I think it holds fifty diapers on each side. Also all the storage pockets are double, so Sierra's stuff can go on one side and Samara's on the other." Santana said as she looked around the room, much like Rachel had been doing. Even though they had the basic furniture taken care of, there were still so many things that the girls would need, like car seats, which they had yet to order. It wasn't that they had forgotten, it was just that Shuebury's was in the process of expanding their store to include a new all inclusive baby section. Car seats was supposed to be one of the main new items and Santana and Rachel wanted to see what they would be getting before ordering the car seats online.
"I think that will work. We can hang it on the back of the door or one of the closet doors." Rachel shrugged her shoulders as she pondered the options. "Now, let's get started on this dresser so that I can take you to bed soon." Rachel gave Santana a smoldering look before pulling her to the floor so that they could start working.
"LOPEZ! UP AND AT 'EM!" Puck yelled as he banged on the front door of the cabin. It was roughly ten in the morning and Puck was ready to work. He knew what getting these bedroom sets put together for the twins would mean to Rachel and Santana, so he wanted to get them done as soon as possible. Just as Puck was about to pound on the door again, it swung open revealing a disheveled looking Santana.
"Must you be so loud? You're lucky I don't have neighbors." Santana grumbled as she pulled her robe tighter around herself while walking into the kitchen. She smiled at the fresh coffee that was sitting on the counter waiting for her.
"What's up with you? Eegh, you look like you had a rough night." Puck cringed, showing his teeth.
"Oh...I had a real rough night." Santana smirked as she pushed a cup of coffee across the kitchen island towards Puck.
"Wha...oh..ohhhhh...hot..no wait..ew. You're my sister." Puck made a horrified face about what had just been implied.
Santana laughed to herself before taking a sip of her coffee. "Shut up. Are you hungry?" Santana asked quickly, giving no room for Puck to go back on his word and possibly ask for details. He may be a grown man, but he still had teenage hormonal tendencies sometimes.
"I could eat. I need something to soak up this coffee, otherwise..." Puck trailed off. It was a known fact that coffee done a number on multiple peoples stomachs.
"Please, say no more." Santana held up her hand in order to get him to hush. "I will fix you something to soak all that coffee up. I don't want you stinking up my baby girl's bedroom or my bathroom." Puck chuckled as he watched Santana quickly begin to move around the kitchen gathering things to make something that would be out of this world. Hey, at least he got a free breakfast out of all the work he was about to be doing.
"I seen Rachel when I left the studio this morning. Didn't get to talk to her though, she was going straight into a writing session with Joe and Brock." Puck said before he took a sip of his coffee. Gosh, Rachel and Santana always had the best coffee. There was just something about it that no matter how many times he tried to replicate it at home, he always fell short.
"Yeah, it was supposed to actually be tomorrow, but we have a meeting with the twins social worker and the adoption agency and we have doctors appointments in the morning." Santana turned from where she was standing in front of the counter chopping up onions. She was going to make a breakfast hash, served with a fried egg and some home made salsa on top.
"That's why you wanted to get their beds done today. Do you think they will push the home study if they know that the girls room is almost done?" Puck asked while arching his eyebrow.
"It's possible. But I do know that before anything else, we have to get any and all test results back from the doctor's appointment, so nothing is going to happen for at least a week or so. We'll find out more about what exactly they want from us tomorrow." Santana sighed as she tossed the diced onions into a skillet with some pre-cooked diced potatoes. Yes, before you ask, she done all the precooking.
"What else could they possibly want from you?!" Puck raised his hands in the air in outrage. Sometimes it felt like this adoption was going to be drug out far more than it needed to be. "You have already been approved, you turned in all of your paperwork, with far too much information in my opinion. I mean you had to give them medical histories, tax returns, projected earnings for the next year...it's just...it's not fair. You two are perfect for these girls and they're perfect for you, but it's like they are trying to find any reason not to give them to you."
"That's how it works though. Believe me, no one is more frustrated by all of this more than Rachel and I. They want to make sure that we can take care of the girls in all forms, I get it. The only thing the approval meant was that we look good on paper and the social worker liked us. Now we have to prove to her and everyone else that we mean business, the twins were almost adopted before, but the couple didn't complete the case plan. We don't know exactly how they didn't complete it, just that they didn't." Santana explained to Puck. "I mean, I feel bad they didn't get the children they wanted to adopt, but I am grateful they didn't get to adopt them because now Rachel and I get them." Santana smiled once she had finished talking.
"Either way, I hope that you both get some good news tomorrow." Puck leaned forward onto the island as Santana slid a plat of food in front of him.
"Me too, now let's eat up so we can get to work. We're taking pictures when we get done with the room. Rachel and I want to show it off at our meeting tomorrow." Santana turned off the stove and began to fix her plate. She needed to eat quickly so that she could change out of her pajamas and get started immediately on finishing the twins nursery with Puck.