Rachel Berry || 18 || Senior || Dating Noah Puckerman

"I've been called many names, like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good."- Barbra Streisand

Here We Go Again || Puckleberry 

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It’s been a month since he’s sung this too her, but it was always his go-to song now. Sometimes even more so than Sweet Caroline, but he had a feeling that would change as soon as they found out whether or not their baby was a boy or a girl. Either way, it will always still symbolic. It was just that, this song was more personal. It was about Rachel, about them. All of his feelings for her wrapped up into one, it was a good way to let her know how he felt when he couldn’t find the words. When he felt her shift a bit, he pulled away and looked down at her and then he looked down at her stomach where her hand was sitting. He looked back up at her while he continued, smiling at her and then brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “I love you too,” He said, right after finishing the last line together. He smiled as he listened to Rachel talking to their baby, still in disbelief that it was possible for him to be this happy. Really. He couldn’t full grasp it. They both looked back at each other, bringing hand up to brush the hair out of her face and comb through her hair. “She’s going to be perfect, no matter what. But I want her to have your everything, seriously. Hair, eyes, mouth, nose,” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of it. And then he reluctantly slid himself out from inside her with a small groan, laying down next to her on his side and splaying his own hand on her stomach while nuzzling her neck with his nose.

She scrunched her nose up as he kissed it, whimpering as he pulled out. She hated when he left her body. It felt wrong. She laid her head on his, putting her hands on his. “If it’s a boy, I want him to look like you. Eyes, hair, mouth, personality.” She smiled, sighing happily. “He’ll be a mommy’s boy. I’ll make him be one,” she said, chuckling. She knew her children would have favorites. All kids did. She preferred her daddy over her papa, even if daddy scared Noah. “I want a girl though. And I want her to have a better life than I did. I don’t want her to be bullied for her dreams or clothes or because her parents had her as such a young age. I want her to be motivated, but not naive. Tell her that there is a guy you can write up on paper that may seem perfect, but that the perfect guy could be her best friend.” She looked at Noah, sighing. “And I want her to know that her parents love her more than anything in the world. That she’ll always have both of us.” She lifted his hand, kissing his palm before setting it back on her stomach. “And she’ll never know that I put off Broadway for her. I don’t want to be Shelby, putting my career before my family. Broadway will always be there, but she comes first. You come first. We are going to be happy whether I go to Broadway now, or wait until she’s older. And I am excited of our plan to move to Texas. I never thought I would be, but I am.”