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

It’s About Time || Puckleberry 

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If he had it his way, Rachel would constantly be wearing his clothes. He really loved it when she threw on a pair of his basketball shorts too, that was his second favorite. The first obviously being his plaid shirts. Hell, all his shirts look good on her, seriously. She could probably wear a paper bag and he would think she looked sexy, but that’s because she was. No matter what. “Guess that means I’m gonna have to stock up on these before we leave, huh?” He said as he bounced Caroline lightly on his knee while Rachel ate. She was still in his arms, but he could tell she liked the movement so he just leaned one of his elbows on his knee while he bounced it. He looked over at Sarah, making sure she was doing okay and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact she was doing the same exact thing he was doing before, making faces at Arella. And it was funny to see Sarah laughing, since Arella couldn’t really smile or react to anything yet. But he knew Sarah could tell she was enjoying it by the look in the baby girl’s eyes. He looked back over at his mom and Rachel when he heard something about going home, still continuing with Caroline. He smiled at Rachel when she said she wanted to go home, happy because he wanted to too. He wanted this to feel completely real, being in a home with his two daughters and Rachel would make this seem less like a dream and more like reality.

Once Caroline was securely in Rachel’s arms, he grabbed the bag of food. He didn’t even realize he was hungry until his mom walked in with the bag, he was lucky he had Caroline in his arms to keep him distracted or he would’ve demanded it right then and there. He hasn’t eaten anything since before the full moon the night before, so he was practically dying. But he didn’t show it, he ate at a normal pace which surprised him actually. He watched the interaction between his sister and Rachel, smiling in between bites He literally couldn’t tell you how much he loved the fact his sister wanted to get involved with the twins, it meant so much more to him than she will ever know. He really doesn’t know where he would be without his sister, she might be young but she’s definitely mature for her age. She had to be since his dad wasn’t around, but now he thinks its because of Rachel being around. And he is completely okay with that. He would rather Sarah have Rachel as a role model than himself, considering his track record in the past. And he has changed, everyone knows that, but still, she was there for all of that and he was constantly afraid she was going to end up like him because of witnessing it all. But he didn’t have to worry now, he knows she’s going to be this amazing girl, just like Rachel. And he’s looking forward to being there for it. 

This was better than anything she had ever dreamed about. She had imagined what it would be like when the twins arrived, but nothing compared to this. This was perfect. She moved Caroline onto her shoulder to burp her, seeing Ava come over. “I’ll burp her, sweetie. You feed Ari.” Rachel nodded, chuckling a bit as she leaned forward to take Arella from Sarah. “You do know that it’s going to be impossible for you to get her back, right?” Rachel nodded at Sarah, smirking a bit. She already knew Ava was going to be one of those grandmothers who was always there. It was really going to be helpful when both her and Noah begin school. She was still taking the first semester off, but even then, she would be prepping. As she put Arella under the blanket, feeling her latch on, there was a knock on the door. All four of them looked up and standing there were her fathers. Noah was by her side in an instant as she stiffened, hearing Caroline coo in the quiet room. They all remained in their spots, silent, each waiting for someone to break the silence. Then her papa took a step into the room, towards Rachel. “I…we- we brought flowers and a gift. Ava mentioned how you two hadn’t gotten a stroller yet.” Rachel looked behind him to see her daddy pushing a stroller that had two carriages side-by-side.

Biting her lip, she nodded silently for them to fully come into the room. Her papa walked up to Ava, looking at Caroline. “Who’s this one?” Rachel sat up a bit, letting out a sigh. “That’s Caroline Ava. She was born at 2:45 am. The one under the blanket here is Arella Delilah. She was born at 3:01 am.” Her daddy walked over to her, crouching down so that he was eye level with her. “We’re… sorry.” He sighed, shaking his head a bit. “We never realized what we were doing to you until it was too late. Our little Princess was growing up before we knew it and we missed everything.” Tears stung her eyes as she listened to him speak, feeling Noah’s hand on her shoulder. “We don’t want to continue missing out on things. We especially don’t want to miss getting to know our granddaughters, so if you can find it in you to forgive us, we’ll do whatever it is to make it up to you.” The tears escaped as she nodded, finding herself to finally be relieved. Her daddy instantly dried her tears as Ava gave Caroline to her papa. “Would you like to hold her? She needs to be burped, though.” Her dad smiled at her grabbing a burp rag from Ava. “I believe I remember how to do it.” Rachel handed her to him, smiling softly. “She can’t hear. Um, it’s too soon to tell if it’s permanent or not, but she’s happy.” He nodded, looking down at her. “She looks like you, Princess.”