Epilogue

Noah walked into his apartment a day early from his trip to Las Vegas. The grand opening of Chase the Morning: LV went off without a hitch and he'd been able to wrap up business quickly in order to catch an earlier flight back to New York. He knew that Rachel wasn't expecting him home which made it even better. She reacted really well when he surprised her.

As he walked into their bedroom to put his suitcase up, he passed by all of the family photos that littered their walls now and the smile on his face nearly hurt. Levi Puckerman was the best eight year old on the planet, and he wasn't even saying that just because he was biased. His son was a skinny little runt just like he'd been at that age, with curly hair that he liked to keep long just because girls always liked to play with it whenever they went out. Kid was already a total flirt. Noah was separating his dirty clothes from his clean ones when he heard the front door open and his wife's voice.

"Levi sweetie, you know I don't have a problem with it but you'll have to ask daddy when he gets home from his business trip. Now go play and I'll fix you a snack okay?" Before the little boy could make it down the hallway to his room, Noah stepped out of the bedroom.

"Daddy," Levi shouted as he jumped up into his father's arms. "I thought you weren't s'posed to be home until tomorrow? Did you get fired?" Noah laughed as he walked back into the living room where Rachel was standing with her hands on her hips.

"Buddy, they can't fire me because I own the place. And because I own the place, I get to leave whenever I want. So I came home early to surprise you and mommy! Is that cool with you?" Levi nodded his curly little head and wrapped his arms around the larger man's neck. Noah leaned down to kiss Rachel before Levi could see what he was doing and smiled at his wife.

"Noah, since you're home, Levi has something he wants to ask you." Levi rose up from Noah's shoulder and looked down at his mom, nodding his head as Noah sat down on the couch with his son in his lap.

"Lay it on me dude." Levi wiped his nose on his sleeve like any eight year old boy and then looked at his dad.

"Dad, I want to take dance lessons." He heard Rachel snicker from where she was seated on the arm of the couch but he didn't look her way.

"Okay, what kind of dance lessons did you have in mind?" The child took a deep breath, squaring his small shoulders, and Noah knew a speech was on its way. Levi could talk as much as his mother.

"All of them! Hip-hop, jazz, ballet, tap, every single one! And Uncle Mike said that he started taking dance lessons when he was my age and he awesome now! Aunt Brittany said that she would even give us a deal at the studio where she teaches because we're almost related! I don't really get how someone can be almost related but isn't that awesome dad?" Puck smiled at Levi, remembering the speech he'd given Rachel years ago. It was starting to look like he would indeed be cheering his son on at a ballet recital. He still didn't have a problem with that but he felt he should ask just to make sure. He patted the leg that was thrown over his.

"Well buddy, why do you want to take dance lessons?" Suddenly, the generally talkative and extroverted child ducked his head and mumbled something under his breath. He could see Rachel smiling out of the corner of his eye. "Levi, I don't have a problem if you wanna take dance little man. But you're gonna have to tell me why you have a sudden interest in it. Okay?" Levi raised his head to look at his father and chewed on his bottom lip, just like his mother.

"Well, Natasha started taking ballet and I like her. So if I take ballet, I can see her more and one day she'll like me more too. But I wanna take the other dance classes because they seem really cool. And I promise that I'll keep taking my guitar and piano lessons because I don't want to give those up." Noah couldn't help himself. He laughed out loud, throwing his head back at the full-bodied chuckle that erupted from his throat and wrapped his arms around Levi's shoulders in a hug.

Natasha Cohen-Chang-Lopez (mouthful huh?) was the little girl that Santana and Tina had adopted from Poland shortly after his and Rachel's wedding. The two children were growing up together and apparently Levi was starting to take notice of the young girl, as more than just his friend.

"So you want to take ballet so Natasha will like you more?" Levi nodded like a bobble-head doll which made Noah laugh more. "Okay bud, that's cool with me. Now go get your overnight bag packed because Becca and Sam are gonna be here any minute to pick you up. You're gonna spend the night over at their place tonight." Rachel stood up from the couch arm as Levi shot a 'yes' into the air and ran down the hallway to get his things ready.

Looking at the smug look on her husband's face, Rachel knew he had something up his sleeve. She raised an eyebrow at him and cocked her head to the side. She tapped her foot silently as she waited for explanation.

"On the plane ride back, Sam offered to take Levi for the night so we could have some alone time. He thinks sucking up to the boss is gonna keep his ass safe just in case dating the boss's sister doesn't pan out." Rachel hit his chest lightly and leaned up to kiss him softly on the mouth.

"I imagine that he'll be asking for your blessing any day now to marry Rebecca. I knew they were a good fit when I introduced them at our wedding. Good thing Santana helped get her into NYU so she could move to New York in the first place. You see, it's always better when my plans work out." He knew that his next piece of news would only further that smug grin on her face.

"Alright yente, Sam actually asked me on plane back home so you can quit your scheming now." He followed her gaze down the hall and immediately knew what she was thinking. "Oh wait, is this whole thing with Levi and Natasha your doing? Are they your next match? He just learned his first three chord progressions and you're already planning his wedding, aren't you?" Rachel just rolled her eyes.

"I resent that Noah. Even if Natasha is genetically Jewish, and the loveliest little girl I have ever seen, I would never try to fix up my eight year old son. Levi likes Natasha all on his own and you can't really blame me for encouraging that." Noah slid his hands down her backside and squeezed firmly, whispering against her lips when she was melting in his arms,

"C-J-M." Before she had the time to really react to that, Levi's small voice could be heard behind them.

"Ew, kissing is gross." Noah was laughing when he heard a knock on the door. Rachel knelt down to check his bag, making sure he'd packed more than just his toys to make the bag look full, which he'd tried on more than one occasion, while Noah went to the door. "Aunt Becca," Levi squealed when the door was opened. "Sam I Am!" He dropped his bag and ran over to the couple in the doorway, wrapping his arms around Rebecca's legs holding on for dear life it seemed. "Can we go? Mommy and daddy were kissing, yuck." Sam leaned down and picked Levi up chuckling as he held the boy under his arm.

The first time Sam had held Levi like that, Rachel very nearly had a heart attack but now it didn't bother her so much anymore.

"Sure thing little man." Rebecca stepped over and took his bag from Rachel after greeting her with a warm hug. Sam had placed Levi back on the ground and was taking the small bag from Rebecca's hand to throw over his shoulder. Levi ran over to Noah and jumped up into his arms to hug him goodbye.

"Love you daddy, leoylem-voed." Noah kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear,

"Forever and ever too buddy. Love you. Be good for Sam and Aunt Becca." Levi leaned over in Noah's arms to hug Rachel, repeating what had become their familial saying.

"Leoylem-voed mama, love you." Rachel ran a hand through his curly hair and smiled back at him.

"I love you sweet boy. Now be good." Noah let him down and within a few minutes, the trio was gone and he was alone with his wife in their apartment.

Without saying a word, he took her hand and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He noticed the way her breath hitched when he shut the door, the rise and fall of her chest quickening as he turned on the water, god he'd missed his wife. He'd only been gone for a couple of days but he missed his wife.

Slowly, pulled her to him and sucked on her neck until she whimpered and gripped his arms. She pulled away from him and started to tug at his button-up shirt, tugging too hard and ripping the buttons in the process. Rachel gasped a little but kept going, sliding the fabric down his arms and revealing the smooth expanse of bare chest she was quite possibly addicted to. Once the dress shirt was for gotten on the floor, Noah lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the corner of the room. Instantly, his hands were on her hips, looping his thumbs into the belt loops on her jeans as she unbuttoned them. The second they were loose, he jerked them down her legs, panties included and smirked when she stepped closer to him to get out of her pants. When he was free from his own slacks, Rachel pushed him towards the shower.

The second the two were under the water, it was like dropping a match into a bucket of gasoline. Rachel lifted her leg up into the crook of Noah's elbow as he slid into her. She moaned at the cold tile on her back, at the feel of him hard and throbbing inside her, at everything. He dipped his head to lick a trail from her collarbone to her earlobe and she snapped her hips to his forcefully. Rachel gasped when he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and continuing to slam into her. His tongue and mouth began doing unspeakably delicious things to her breasts, sucking and licking, biting and lavishing, it was all too much. She remembered that they were alone and used it to her advantage.

"God Noah, yes yes yes!" He chuckled low in his throat only to have that chuckle become a growl when she rolled her body right when he thrust up into her. "Come on baby, right there. Oh harder!" Noah, brought even closer by her words, took his hand off of her ass and placed them on either side of her head for leverage, noticing how she tightened her legs around his waist to keep from slipping. He pulled out as far as he could and pushed back in to the hilt, pounding her body hard enough that her inner thighs were bound to have bruises later. Neither of them cared as he pushed her higher, wanting her to fall apart around him.

Suddenly, Rachel gripped his shoulders hard and leaned down to press her lips against. Every ounce of passion she had left went into that kiss and allowed her to be consumed by the pleasure he'd pushed her to. Feeling her walls grip his dick, the muscles moving and stroking him as he continued his thrusts, made him come right then. He continued to move inside her, drawing out their orgasms as long as possible, until he felt like his legs were made of play-do and she didn't have the strength to keep hers wrapped around him anymore. They both slumped against the shower walk and stayed there until the water ran cold, just breathing, sharing space.

Later that night, Rachel lay breathless beside him after another earth-shattering orgasm. After a few minutes, she rolled over and kissed him deeply.

"Noah I have a question." Noah didn't really like that tone of voice. That was her 'I have a plan' voice.

"Alright," he ventured, having no idea what could be on his wife's mind and vaguely registering that if she could in fact still think, he had more work to do.

"Brittany asked me to go maternity clothes shopping with her. I've been thinking that since Evita is closing in two weeks, I could maybe buy some more for myself." Noah smirked and pulled her over so that she was straddling his waist.

"That wasn't a question babe," he playfully pointed out. Rachel just leaned down, her own smirk playing on her face, and pressed her lips to his neck. She arched her head to suck on his earlobe and grinned when he growled.

"What do you think of the name Leah for a girl?"

a/n: I just wanted to thank everyone for taking this journey with me. It's been amazing and you guys are truly the best readers I could ever ask for. This story has brought me so much happiness while I've been writing it and I hope it's done that for some of you as well. Before anyone 'worries', this story is not my swan song. I already have another multi-chapter Puckleberry story in the works being fleshed out and plenty of one-shot prompts that I can't wait to get started on. Author alert me and you'll see all the stuff I write! Again, I could never thank you enough for the encouragement and amazing words you have all blessed me with. Thank you! Meagan (musicconsumes)