You Want To Make A Memory

*My 2nd Glee fanfic. Quick. Just a story about their life together and how they will always be there for each other through the good, or the bad. And Puck never knocked Quinn up in high school, and Puck was never in love with Rachel. and Quinn was never in love with Finn.*

Puck pushed the door to his house open, surprised to see that the lights were still on. For the past couple weeks whenever he got home, all the lights were off and Quinn, his wife, was passed out in bed. "Babe?" Puck called out cautiously just in case Quinn had fallen asleep with the lights off.

When he got no response, Puck threw his jacket onto the couch, dropped his keys in the basket by the kitchen, and headed into the kitchen to see if they had any food at all in the house. Puck sighed and ran a hand through his mohawk.

(Yes, he kept it. Surprisingly enough his boss or really anyone at the hospital where he worked now, cared. Puck had chosen to be an orthopedic surgeon, because he got to break bones, AND cut people open without getting yelled at for it. He loved it.)

Puck pulled the door to the refrigerator open and peered inside. He found three empty containers of Chinese food, one box of pizza from last Sunday, a couple beers, a jar of pickles, and a gallon of milk.

"Wow" He thought to himself. "We have no food in this house. We'll have to go shopping tomorrow."

Puck pulled the jar of pickles out, and closed the refrigerator door with his foot. Unscrewing the lid with one hand, and the other was digging through the folder of takeout menus in one of the kitchen drawers, looking for the number to the pizza place.

He chomped into the pickle and pulled out the pizza place flyer. "Success!" He called out quietly.

"Puck."

Puck turned to the familiar voice, and saw Quinn dressed in navy sweats standing in the doorway of the kitchen, biting her lip.

"Hey beautiful" He smiled at her, throwing the remains of the pickle in the trash while walking over to her. Puck cupped Quinn's head in his hands. His thumb gently stroking her cheek. "What's wrong?" He then asked seeing the nervousness, fear and a hint of excitement in her hazel eyes.

She stared at him for a few minuets. Then she quietly said "Pregnant."

Puck smiled at her "Who? Rachel again? That's like four kids in three years. Man, Finn is insane."

Quinn let out a small sigh at the idiocy of her husband and shook her head. "Rachel's not pregnant again you idiot."

His eyebrows knitted together, confused. "Well then who are we talking about?"

Quinn, half-smiled at his confusion. "Me" she finally admitted.

Puck grinned at her. "Really? My little guys finally knocked you up?"

Quinn nodded giggling at her husband's way of phrasing it.

"Quinn" He exclaimed, still grinning like an idiot as he pulled her up onto the counter, while she too smiled at him. "This is awesome! We can like have a boy and give him a little mohawk and it will be great, because he will be like a mini me. . ."

Puck rambled on running his hands along Quinn's velour glad thighs. She continued to smile at him, so happy that he was happy. She had never heard him ramble on and on like this before. So she knew he was really excited.

After a few more minuets of her husband's excessive rambling, Quinn leaned down and kissed him, partly to shut him up and party because she loved him. Well mostly because she loved him. Pulling apart Puck said pressing his forehead against Quinn's. "I love you."

"I love you too." Quinn responded.

"Babe?" He asked. "Yeah?" Quinn answered.

"Can we order pizza now?"

TBC