This, for the most part, has been sitting on my computer for god knows how long. But, after some prodding I finally got it all finished! This was based off a drawing luckypressure did over on tumblr. I hope you all enjoy!

Generally they only go back to Lima once a year (flying or driving with their clan is hell). It's usually for Thanksgiving or Christmas but when they get an invitation to Puck's wedding in June, Rachel insists they go.

"He's finally found someone worthy of settling down with," Rachel says excitedly as she wipes down Madeline's hands with a wipe. "We absolutely have to be there to support him during this joyous occasion!"

Mike screws the lids back on to the paints, smiling as Halden explains to him the dinosaur painting he finished. "Honestly, I never thought the day would come."

"All the more reason we should make it a priority to go!"

The front door opens and Sophie bursts in, her backpack falling off her shoulders. "Mommy said I could go with you to dance since I got 100% on my math test," she shouts even though Rachel reminds her that the baby is sleeping. "Can we go now, Daddy? Please, please, please?!"

Halden and Madeline look up at him expectantly too and he sighs, glancing at the clock. "You two okay with cooking dinner tonight?"

Quinn nods as she kisses Madeline on the head. "Sounds perfect. That way you guys will be nice and hungry by the time you're back from dancing around."

"We should book our tickets as soon as we can," Rachel says against Quinn's lips and the blonde pulls back with an arched brow.

"Tickets?"

"Puck's finally getting hitched," Mike answers, twirling Sophie when she takes his hand in hers.

"Oh." Quinn smoothes down her shirt after she kisses Halden. "When is it?"

"June. You and Sophie will be on summer vacation so it will be the perfect time for our Lima trip," Rachel insists.

Quinn nods, putting her bag down on the kitchen chairs. "I'll be okay to still fly then too." Both Mike and Rachel pause, staring at each other before turning to look at Quinn. Sophie giggles next to Halden like she always does when she knows something no one else does. "Would you like to tell them, Soph," Quinn asks as she grabs a banana from the dish in the middle of the table.

Sophie stands up on the chair just as Harrison starts crying down the hall. "Mommy's having another baby."

Rachel's eyes widen and the paint in Mike's hand falls on to the table as Quinn grins sheepishly. "I know that this is a lot sooner than-" She shrieks when Mike scoops her up and throws her over his shoulder.

The kids start laughing and Rachel smiles when Madeline looks up at her and starts asking if this one can please be a girl. Rachel simply showers Madeline in kisses before backing towards the wall when she notices Mike turn towards her. "Michael, no! Don't you dare pick me up!"

He's supposed to pick up Sophie from school because Quinn has a doctor's appointment, Rachel's at work, and considering Santana has the three little ones, it's a pain for her to get Sophie too. But when he gets to the school, he's told that Quinn stopped by around 1 and checked Sophie out early.

He calls Rachel and Rachel hasn't talked to Quinn since she left this morning so he just heads home, texting Quinn the entire way there.

The house is completely quiet when he gets home but Quinn's heels are kicked off next to the door, Sophie's backpack tossed next to it. "Q," he calls, checking the kitchen just to make sure neither girl is in there. There's no response and he pulls out his phone again, this time dialing Quinn's number. He walks down the hall as the phone goes straight to Quinn's voicemail. No one is in the bathroom and Sophie's room is empty too but when he turns to look in their bedroom, he stops in the doorway.

Quinn has Sophie pressed against her chest, arms wrapped tightly around their daughter as they lay in the center of the massive bed. Quinn's face is buried in Sophie's hair but Mike can hear her crying and he swallows hard as he takes a step closer. "It's okay, Mommy," Sophie says softly, petting Quinn's hair and Mike's heart completely shatters when Quinn moves just enough to look at him with her bloodshot hazel eyes.

"I really don't think we should go anymore," Mike whispers as he dries the bowl Rachel handed him. It's been two months and for the most part, Quinn's okay, but he doesn't want her to have to put on a front for an entire week.

"We should leave the decision up to her." Rachel washes off a cup and hands it to Mike, leaning back so she can look at the rest of their family at the kitchen table. They haven't really talked about the trip and they should because it's only a month away. Rachel thinks that getting away fro a week could do Quinn good and at the very least, seeing Judy could help. Quinn has been functional, though she's been keeping the kids incredibly close and Rachel's pretty sure Sophie only leaves Quinn's side to go to the bathroom which is completely understandable. But Quinn's been keeping her distance with her and Mike and that Rachel isn't okay with. Each night Quinn curls into herself and away from whoever is laying next to her and Rachel's seen Quinn pull away from Mike more than once. Rachel knows she needs space but every time Quinn does that it kills her. "Even if we don't go to the wedding, I still think we should do something that week. We need a pick me up."

Mike wraps his arms around Rachel's waist and kisses his way down her neck. "We'll talk tonight, okay?" She nods, leaning against his chest after she turns off the water.

The kids are chatting away about some Disney show, Harrison babbling from Quinn's lap. Mike looks over at them and squeezes Rachel when Quinn mouths I love you.

"You coming to bed, doll?"

Quinn looks up from her book, pushing her glasses into her hair. "I think I'm going to read for a little while longer… I don't want to keep you guys up."

"You know your reading won't bother us." Quinn shrugs and Mike catches her hand when she puts her glasses back on. "We're still here."

Quinn swallows, watching as Mike brings her hand to his lips. "I know," she admits. "I just…" She sighs and lets her book fall shut. "I wasn't even that far along and we've got our hands full with our babies now, but I was already used to the idea of adding another." She lets her free hand fall against her stomach and she closes her eyes. "I just need a little more time, baby. I promise I won't ruin our vacation."

"That's the farthest thing from my mind, Quinn. We don't even have to go if you're-"

"No, no. We should go. It's Puck," she says with a small smile. "I won't believe he's married unless I see it with my own eyes."

He chuckles, nodding his head as he tugs her out of the chair. It's the first joke he's heard from her in a while and, yeah, they'll be okay.

He spins her around the living room slowly until Rachel clears her throat from the hallway. "Coming to bed, my loves?"

It's surprisingly easy to get Santana to watch the kids. They sit together on the flight to Lima with Harrison on the plane and before Rachel can even bring up her plan, Santana asks casually, "Hey, isn't your anniversary the day before the wedding?" Harrison tries putting his drool covered hand on the Sky Mall Santana's flipping through but Rachel grabs his hand before he can ruin the pages. "Please tell me you have some crazy, over the top plan to help pull her out of her funk. She's been too down to spar with me verbally and it's starting to bum me out."

"My ideas are not over the top," Rachel insists.

"You told them you were pregnant with Halden via song and dance number."

"That was creative!"

Santana rolls her eyes, turning to the next pages. "Anyway, you guys are doing something right?"

"If all goes well, yes. We're definitely going out to dinner and probably a show."

"Then I'll make sure I'm free that night so I can watch the munchkins."

"Are you sure," Rachel asks, trying to get Harrison to sit back down on her lap. Instead he nearly pokes her eye out, only sitting down once he shoves his hand in her shirt. "I was kind of expecting you to be too busy catching up and I'd have to pawn them off on Judy. But I don't really think she can handle the crazy that Soph and Mad are plus Harrison."

Santana waves her hand before putting the magazine back. "If she volunteers, I'll stop by to make sure your kids don't completely tear apart her house."

"Thank you," Rachel sighs. "My dads refuse to watch anyone who isn't potty trained since Sophie peed on the living room carpet when she was two."

Quinn's been trying to keep busy with the kids which saves her most of the time from meeting up with friends who she hasn't seen in years. It's fine because she honestly doesn't want to go out to lunch with Tina or Finn but Puck's constantly texting her, asking why she didn't go out to dinner or drinks or to Temple (she knows he only throws in the last one to get a smile out of her). It's why she's not surprised at all that he just randomly stops by during lunch with a pack of wine coolers.

"Oh, so this is why everyone has mysteriously stepped out for the afternoon," she quips as she lets him in the house, hugging him tight when his arms envelop her.

"I knew you wouldn't drink with the kids in the house." He kicks off his boots and then follows her into the kitchen, sitting down at the island. "So, Q, what's for lunch?"

"I was going to make myself a sandwich."

"You still eatin' like a bird I see," he says as grabs a piece of bacon from the plate on the counter.

She steals it back and glares. "I only made enough bacon for me, Puck."

"This is like a half a package!"

She arches her eyebrow as she picks up the bread knife. "Go ahead then. Try and finish that piece you just bit."

He stares between the bacon and her hand before leaning across to take another bite. She lets him take the bacon which has him grinning but then she slaps him and it only makes him smile bigger. "I really fucking missed you, Quinn."

Puck stays for a while, even after her family comes home, but eventually his fiancé, Quinn still isn't 100% sure what her name is (Stacey? Sylvia? It might not even be an S the more she thinks about it), calls reminding him about the dinner with her parents. "You have a good time catching up," Mike asks her later, when she's sitting in the tub with Harrison, the rest of their kids in bed with Rachel and her mom watching a movie.

He grabs Harrison's rubber duck and puts it on top of his head. It only upsets him for a second but then he reaches over the best he can to put his rubber alligator on top of Mike's head, giggling and splashing when Mike leaves it there. Quinn's fingers trace Harrison's chubby cheeks, smiling wider when he kisses her fingertip. "It was really nice… Just the person I needed to talk to, I think."

Mike picks up the baby shampoo and squirts a little in his hand before running it over Harrison's head. "That's what we thought too," he tells her honestly, even though Rachel told him not to.

"He reminded me just how much I need to be present for the family I already have, and not dwell on the ones I'm missing… I have all of my loves under one roof and I think that makes me really lucky." She rests her head on his shoulder, watching as he washes their son's hair carefully. He's always best with baths; while she and Rachel have accidentally gotten soap in all of the kids' eyes, he hasn't once. "Thank you for being patient."

"No need to thank me, doll." Harrison starts drumming his hands on her boobs which only makes Mike laugh. "I know he's only a year old, but I think it's safe to say our son is a boob man."

Even though Santana is often a thorn in her side, Rachel really thinks that Quinn made a great choice for a best friend. She walks in as Quinn is zipping up Rachel's dress with Halden on her hip, their son holding out a card. "Happy anniversary, my freaky friends."

Quinn rolls her eyes but takes the card and opens it. "What's this?"

Rachel looks over her shoulder, a hotel card key between Quinn's fingers. She grips Quinn's hip gently and presses a kiss between her shoulder blades. Quinn barely tenses now but they still haven't been physical like that since Quinn lost the baby and her eyes flick nervously to Santana. Rachel's totally grateful because she has no doubt that Santana got them a really nice room, but this is all kind of riding on how Quinn feels.

"Just to give you guys a night away. I'll be here to help your mom with the kids," Santana explains as Halden buries his face in her neck. "Plus there's breakfast in the morning. All the bacon you can want."

Rachel laughs and Quinn elbows her. "Apparently she threatened to stab Puck for taking a bite of her bacon yesterday."

"I did not! I simply chose that moment to pick up my knife."

Santana snorts, putting Halden down as he starts wiggling in her arms. "You look pretty mommas," he tells them both as he grabs their hands. He gives each hand a kiss before smiling up at them widely. Not caring that she's certain Santana's just gotten a view of her underwear, Quinn sighs and sits down on the floor next to Halden. He takes the apples of her cheeks in his hands, squeezing them gently. "Your smile is back, Mommy!"

Quinn scoops Halden into her arms, thankful he's still small enough that she can do this with ease (she misses the days when she could still do this with Sophie), and peppers kisses all over his face until he's giggling.

The whole plan was to go out to dinner and catch a movie but once they all pile into the car, they end up going back to the hotel. It's nice to go out but Santana spent a nice chunk of her own money getting this room for them and Rachel comments on the fact that she can't even remember the last time they've enjoyed the luxury of a hotel.

"We should totally do this more often," Rachel says as she spears the last bit of her fish. "Get all dressed up, even if we're just eating dinner at home." They've been watching all the movies they said they wanted to see when they were in theaters on Pay Per View and ordering way too much food from room service for the past three hours. Quinn and Mike have already relaxed a bit (Mike's pants were unbuttoned half way through eating his steak and Quinn pulled the hair she'd carefully curled earlier into a messy bun on top of her head) but Rachel sits with her back straight against the headboard, still 100% all dolled up.

Quinn rolls her eyes as she chows down on her bacon omelet, nodding along when Mike voices what she's thinking. "We have small kids, Rach. It'd be way too messy."

Once Quinn's mouth is empty she adds, "Just dress up when you're playing tea with them." Rachel huffs a little, only for Mike to nuzzle into her neck, which gets Rachel to melt into him, resting her head on the top of his. Quinn licks her lips after finishing her orange juice, gazing at her partners from her portion of the bed. Mike's eyes are glued on the TV (this movie had been his pick), but Rachel glances over at her and reaches for her just as Quinn decides to get up from the bed. The hurt look that Rachel gains barely lasts longer than a second, her brunette valiantly covering it up with a smile and a redirection of her attention to the TV. Quinn feels her own face twist and she hurries to gather the dishes they've all left on the bed.

"Qui-," Mike starts but Quinn shakes her head, dropping all of their dirty dishes on to free spaces on the cart room service left.

"You two aren't leaving me with much space to lay with you." Rachel visibly relaxes once she says that and that smile of Mike's that she loves graces his face for the first time in too long.

Even though Rachel has been in the middle all night, they insist on Quinn squeezing in between them. After a while (and the start of another movie), Quinn can no longer feel the chill from the air conditioner they've been blasting all night. She can see goosebumps on the arm Mike's wrapped around her waist but Rachel keeps moving around because she's too hot still. "Rach, you're wearing wool tights," Mike points out after Rachel announces that she's turning the air up more. "Why don't you just take them off?"

Rachel glares at him, obviously flustered as she walks over to the wall cooler. Mike just shakes his head but Quinn pushes herself up, head cocked to the side as Rachel very pointedly pushes the down button four times. "Rach, just take them off. I don't even know why you wore them in the middle of summer anyway."

"No, it's fine," Rachel says. "Mike can just get under the blankets if he's cold."

Quinn arches an eyebrow. "What's going on with you?"

Mike props his head up on his elbow. "She doesn't want you to think that we're trying to bed you."

"Michael," Rachel grits with a stomp of her foot.

Quinn sits up and scratches at the skin below her ear. "We got dressed together earlier! And I've seen you undress a lot since…" She takes a deep breath and though she knows they won't fault her if she doesn't finish her sentence, she knows that she needs to verbalize it if she really wants to move on from this. "Since I lost the baby."

"I know that! But we also haven't been in a nice hotel room on our anniversary all those other times," Rachel says as she gets back to the bed, kneeling on the edge. "And putting on clothes doesn't count." Quinn takes Rachel's hand in hers just as Mike starts rubbing her own back. "I know things are better but I just don't want you to feel like we have to have sex tonight, because we absolutely do not."

"Could we?" Mike's hand stills on her back and Rachel's eyes widen just a little bit. Clearing her throat, Quinn gives Rachel's hand a squeeze as she curls her legs around Mike's even more. "I've missed you both a lot more than I thought I did." Her fingers start dancing along invisible lines on Rachel's palms before traveling up to lightly brush Rachel's forearm. Turning Rachel's arm in her hands, Quinn presses kisses along Rachel's smooth skin until Rachel tangles her hand in Quinn's hair.

"We're here anyway, Quinn…"

Mike playfully bites Quinn's shoulder, bringing her attention to him. "How about we just see where the night takes us." Rachel nods in agreement but Quinn just arches an eyebrow. "Rachel will take off those damn tights, I'll get under the blanket, and we'll just watch the rest of the movie." Rachel huffs about how well they work with this outfit while reaching up under her dress, both of her partners staring at her as she does so. It's impossible for her to not show them her underwear given the length of her dress and the fact that she's taking them off while standing and while Mike just gets that pervy teenage boy smile on his face (it amazes her that the littlest things can still do so much for him), Quinn bites her bottom lip, squeezing her thighs together.

She falls on to all fours on the bed before cupping the back of Quinn's neck. "We're going to have sex aren't we? If you say so, we just fall to obey your orders, huh?" Quinn laughs but nods and Rachel dips her head to kiss Quinn as Mike's hand slips between Quinn's legs. Rachel playfully bites at Quinn's lower lip before Quinn kind of squeaks against her mouth, causing her to pull back with one more peck. Mike's hand has now disappeared under Quinn's skirt and now that her mouth is free, Quinn turns to their boy. She takes his cheeks into her hands, their lips sliding together feverishly as Quinn does her best to move closer to Mike without breaking contact. The bulge in Mike's pants is obvious and Rachel whines when she realizes that, somehow, she hasn't been with Mike during the past few months either.

Rachel starts to get up from the bed, no doubt to get the condom she always carries (they're dating an odd but wonderfully prepared duck) and before she can get too far, Quinn pulls away from Mike. "No," she says quickly, her breathing already labored and her lips red. Mike starts running his hand up and down Quinn's arm, whispering that it's okay but the blonde shakes her head. "No." She swallows hard, reaching over Mike to tug Rachel back on the bed. She takes a deep breath, her head falling on to Mike's shoulder. Rachel squeezes her hand and Mike nuzzles her hair with his nose. "I want to try."

"Are you sure, baby," Rachel asks, her eyes flicking to Mike's briefly.

Quinn nods and pushes herself even more against Mike, her thigh sliding against his hard on. "I know we didn't plan the last one, or any of our kids really, but it made me realize that I do want one now." She turns her head and leaves four kisses over Mike's thundering heart, pulling Rachel's hand against her chest. "I want a baby."

Rachel and Mike's hands both immediately grip her leg, their fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her thigh when they laugh. Rachel's hand travels to Mike's leg, tugging playfully at his slacks. "Too much clothing. If we're making a baby, we better do this right."

They make quick work of their clothes, Rachel wrapping her arm around Mike's waist once the both of them are nude, outlining his abs as Quinn kicks off her underwear. "I've missed this," he sighs. Quinn smiles softly, long delicate fingers following an imaginary trail across her stomach and down to her pussy. Rachel groans against his skin and he bucks into the hand that wraps around his dick. "I can't believe you two haven't killed me yet." His girls laugh in unison and Rachel pumps him once more before nudging him on the bed.

"I want you on top of him."

"Where are you going," Quinn asks as she kneels next to Mike's hips, her legs wide enough for him to dip two fingers into her wet heat.

Rachel straddles Mike's leg, his dick twitching and hand roughly thrusting into Quinn as Rachel's juices run down his leg, her hands running over the deep V of his hips before taking his cock in her mouth. Mike curses under his breath, a hand fisting in Rachel's hair as her head bobs three times. He looks down to see mirth in her eyes as her tongue rolls around the head of his cock just before she pulls off with a pop. "Come take a seat my love," she breathes out, her eyes roaming all over Quinn's body. "Face our boy."

Mike holds his hand out once he pulls out of Quinn and the sound of his girls moaning, Quinn from the sight of Rachel sucking his wet fingers into her mouth and Rachel from the taste of the woman they've both gone without for months, is music to his ears. Might even be better than the sound of Rachel singing or their kids' laughter but he'd never say that out loud.

Rachel grips Quinn's hips once their blonde straddles him, guiding her on to Mike who thrusts up impatiently.

Quinn's eyes squeezes shut, her mouth dropping open as Mike stretches her and Rachel scoots closer until her breasts are pressed against Quinn's back. Rachel's hands travel up her sides lightly. Quinn finds herself gripping Mike's hip as Rachel's hands stop just below her breasts, fingers fanning and flexing over the supple flesh.

"Oh god," Quinn moans, grabbing Mike's other hand desperately when he shallowly thrusts into her. She squeezes around him as Rachel's thumb runs over a hard nipple and Rachel catches Mike's eye over Quinn's shoulder.

It still amazes him just how well they all communicate, even when they don't speak. Rachel bites the space where neck and shoulder meet just as he cants his hips up, thrusting a little harder, a little faster when Rachel drags her tongue along the column of Quinn's neck. "How is it that every bit of you tastes so sweet," Rachel murmurs into Quinn's skin, her own hips thrusting into Quinn's ass and her pussy dragging over his leg in a way that Mike can feel is helping her get off.

His fingers run along the inside of Rachel's leg before he grips Quinn's thigh, staring at their hips as they both jut forward. "Fuck," he sighs, letting his head fall to the bed when he hears Rachel tell Quinn to fuck herself. A whine escapes the back of Quinn's throat and Rachel kneads Quinn's breasts, her own hard nipples dragging down Quinn's back as the blonde rises on her knees. Quinn's back arches, her ass pressing into Rachel as Mike thrusts up, sheathing himself in her when Rachel's fingers slide down Quinn's body and slips over her clit.

Quinn throws her head back on Rachel's shoulder, legs trembling as a scream rips through her.

Rachel smirks deviously down at him as she latches on to the mark she started on Quinn's neck earlier, not caring that the deep purple bruise will be hell to cover up once they check out tomorrow morning.

This may be the night they kill him.

When they get back to Judy's early the next morning (Santana had told them to stay until check out but they hadn't slept much anyway and they missed the kids), it is unusually quiet given the fact that there were four children in the house. Rachel immediately assumes the worst. "Oh my god, what if someone has broken in," she whispers, clutching her overnight bag to her belly as Mike steps in front of the girls.

Santana walks out just then, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt Quinn vaguely recognizes. "Holy christ, fuck," Santana yelps, bringing her hands, each of which hold a water bottle, to her chest. "What the hell are you guys doing back so early?"

"It's all ready 9 in the morning," Rachel counters.

"That's early for people who don't have kids!"

Rachel just rolls her eyes and makes her way into the kitchen, citing that she'll start a pot of coffee for all of them, while Mike asks if Harrison has been up yet since it's unusual for him to sleep in so late. Quinn simply stares at the shirt Santana's wearing, tapping her fingers against her hip rhythmically until it clicks. "Is that my mother's shirt?" She hadn't realized that Mike and Santana were talking so much until they stop and turn to look at Quinn who still remains focused on the faded Brown University shirt. "Oh my god, that is my mother's shirt."

At that exact moment, Judy starts making her way down stairs. "Santana," she calls, her voice almost giggly. She stops abruptly halfway down the steps, hastily pulling her robe completely shut. "Quinn! Mike! You guys are back rather, um, early… I thought check out wasn't until noon."

Mike doesn't even look back at Quinn before fully stepping in between her and Santana. "You," Quinn whispers and Mike can hear the growl growing in her voice, "slept with my mom?!"

Harrison spends the next five hours chanting bitch. The only reason the other kids don't repeat any of the words coming out of either Quinn or Santana's mouth is because Rachel promptly rushed them out to the mall where the three older kids made teddy bears in their pajamas.

Judy visits early in August and while Quinn has made her peace with the fact that Santana is… dating her mother, the fact that Santana is standing next to her at the airport, rocking on the balls of her feet is unsettling. What is even more unsettling and disgusting is the fact that after her mom hugs her and kisses her cheek, wraps her arms around Santana's waist and lets Santana practically devour her face.

"I'm going to direct my morning sickness towards you two if you grab my mother's ass."