Glee Disclaimer: The reality is… it's not mine. My fantasy is that Ryan Murphy will come around to Team Puckleberry. (Yes, I have always had a thing for the bad boys!)

Mark Salling: He's not mine either…, but he's still my fantasy! LOVE to hear him sing… and watch him do… anything. (Is it wrong to only want to see him without a shirt?)

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The next morning Puck went out and bought the newspapers he knew Rachel would want to scan for reviews of the performance. He didn't read them because he was there, he knew how amazing she was, and he was certain that anyone else would have seen it too. Plus, he didn't want Rachel to think he had to protect her from any potential "bad" reviews. That was his first mistake.

When Rachel woke up, she first noted the smell of pancakes and hoped her stomach could handle syrup this morning. It was usually about 50/50 love-hate.

She wandered out to the kitchen and looked for the newspaper. She had this thing about loving to read a "fresh" newspaper, so she always appreciated it when Noah let her be the first to peruse the news. This morning, however, she wanted to DIVE into the reviews. She scanned carefully. Good. Amazing. Sensual. Brilliant. Few snafus. Blah. Blah. Blah. Then her eyes honed in on the most alarming thing she had ever read about herself, and that included all those horrid things from high school!

Having seen the tremendously talented Ms. Berry in several other performances, this reviewer is saddened to note she has joined the leagues of other actresses seeking breast augmentation in the hopes to gain more roles. As Ms. Berry was not previously well-endowed, my surprise at her topless debut was more than doubled at the ample bosom on display. It's unfortunate that so many actresses find surgical procedures the necessary route to stardom.

"He- ! He-! He-! I can't believe that he thinks that I would…" she threw down the paper in disgust. Her face had gone red, and she was spluttering, but also near tears.

"What'sa matter, babe? He can't have said anything bad about you. You were amazing!"

Puck grabbed the newspaper, read the offensive paragraph, and that's when he made his second mistake. He laughed.

He knew it as soon as he saw her face. She would find it funny in a couple of weeks, right? Here she was knocked up, with killer boobs, and this reviewer assumed she had had a boob job. That was fucking hilarious!

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to laugh."

She broke down in sobs.

"Rachel, don't cry. Don't cry now. I love you. I'm sorry. He only said good things about your acting."

"Noah, the man implied that I wouldn't have gotten the role without these," she said, gesturing to her breasts, "humombo boobs!"

"Rachel, I know I don't have as great a vocabulary as you, but I think you just totally made up a word."

She smiled a little at that. Then her eyes started welling with tears.

"Rachel, maybe you forgot that professionally you're Rachel Berry. Rachel Berry never let a thing anyone said about her bother her in high school. Why would Rachel Berry care what one person thinks about her body, when you know darn well you didn't have those boobs when you got the role? The review said you were "the embodied spirit" of the role and you had classic talent that would carry you on stage for a lifetime. Why are you upset about that, babe? The man just wanted to discourage actresses from going under the knife. When this baby thing comes out, he'll probably print a retraction."

She sniffed a little, and he pulled her into his shoulder for a hug.

"Noah, I just thought I could keep this pregnancy a secret, but if everybody's going to be ogling my boobs now, I probably won't be able to."

He stiffened a little. "Don't remind me, babe. Nobody dislikes the whole world eyeing your boobs more than me. And fucking Adam… don't get me started!"

She smiled at him.

"You were such a good sport last night, Noah. Thank you. It meant the world to me to know how much you trust me."

"I always trust you, Rachel. It's the rest of the fucking world I worry about."

So Rachel made it through the shows until Monday, when she had two days off. She could barely move; she was so tired. Puck held her in his arms that morning. He had rearranged his schedule so that he always had Mondays and Tuesdays off with her. He figured they would have to alternate more when they had the baby, but for now, he wanted to be with her all the time.

He slid out of bed and went to the kitchen to make her breakfast. He made her an omelet with green peppers, onions, broccoli, cheese, olives, and mushrooms. When it was ready, he brought it to her on a little tray with a side of milk, water, and a bagel. She had complained that orange juice bothered her stomach, and he knew the milk was a risk, but he wanted her to have the calcium.

"Hey, babe," he told her, rubbing her face gently. "I made you some breakfast."

She looked up at him sleepily. "Noah?"

She sat up with a smile on her face and hungrily ate every last morsel.

"That was fabulous, Noah. Thank you. Do you think next time you could make bacon too?"

Puck startled. He'd never seen Rachel eat bacon. Never. He'd barely seen her eat meat. If she did it was usually fish or chicken, and now she was asking for bacon?

"Anything for you, Love. Anything for you."

They had called their parents with the news on Saturday because they knew that Puck's mom already knew, and it was only a matter of time before she told her dads anyway. They had, however, sworn them all to secrecy. They weren't even telling Jenna yet because they wanted to go to the doctor and wait until Rachel was at least 12 weeks along. Other than that, nobody knew. Nobody. Puck figured some of those in the cast suspected, but he was not going to mention it to Rachel. She was freakishly obsessed with not telling anyone she worked with.

He cleared away her breakfast tray and climbed into bed with her to hold her in his arms. He loved to hold her. She was on top of him, and his hands started traveling her body. He kissed her neck, and she leaned into him. When his lips moved to her mouth, he used his tongue to probe her mouth tenderly. She climbed over his waist and put both her knees on the sides of him. He pulled her "Team Puckleberry" t-shirt off and reached for her breasts. He had learned to be very careful when caressing her breasts now. He stroked them gently and leaned up toward her to run his tongue over a nipple. She moaned a little. He moved to the other breast and continued to lave a nipple with his hot tongue.

"Noah, we have to stop. We're going to the doctor today. We can't do this."

Shit. He'd forgotten about that. Damn. Not only had he had to watch some other guy fondle his wife's breasts, he hadn't even gotten the chance to fondle them himself all weekend. Now, just as she was NOT too tired and sore… he was unable to proceed. Damn. This little baby was cockblocking already, and he wasn't even born!

He kissed her, and gently moved her off him. She was just to close, and his dick was honing in on the Promised Land.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't want to tease you. And, I especially wanted to thank you for handling the intimate scenes I had to do with Adam."

"I didn't fucking like it," he admitted.

"I know, and I want to thank you in my own special way. Remember, we can handle whatever the rest of the world throws at us. We're Team Puckleberry."

He smiled at that, but when she pushed him back on the bed after pulling his shirt off, he smiled bigger. When she pulled his boxers down and wrapped her sweet little mouth around his rock-hard cock, he moaned gently. He rubbed her hair, and watched her take him in and out of her mouth in tight, hard strokes. He fucked into her mouth a little, knowing she could handle it with no gag reflex. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, he was tightening up. He tapped her shoulder and motioned to her. She grabbed a couple of tissues from the end table and used her hand to finish him. She had been so sick, that neither of them wanted to risk another bout of morning sickness (why call it that when it could happen any time/anywhere?), so they were both choosing to play it safe.

He sang a little "Brown-eyed Girl" in the shower afterward, feeling much better about the world than he had. When she had showered and gotten ready, they headed to their first OBGYN appointment for pregnancy confirmation. The nurse met with them first and confirmed the pregnancy with a quick test. The doctor met with them and discussed their case.

"Your breasts are swollen and tender?"

Rachel agreed, but the doctor looked to Puck when he said "Four times swollen."

"You've had some morning sickness?"

"It's pretty much all the time," she answered.

"How about mood swings? Any irrational behavior? Extreme highs and lows?"

"Not really," she answered.

Puck startled, and again the doctor looked at him. When Puck's eyebrows shot up, the doctor wrote something down. Unfortunately, that's when Rachel noticed the exchange and narrowed her eyes at him. Thank the Lord he had gotten something BEFORE the appointment.

"Since we're not sure when this happened, and you were on the pill, we first need to determine your due date. We'll have to do an early ultrasound to let us know how far along you are. You seem to be experiencing a slightly accelerated wave of hormones for so early in the trimester, but we want to rule out that you aren't further along."

He continued the rest of his preliminary examination and let them listen to the baby's heartbeat. The sound sent chills down Puck's spine. He squeezed Rachel's hand and noticed the tears in the corners of her eyes. When he looked back to the doctor, he noticed the frown on his face. He watched him and waited.

"Let's just see if we can get into the ultrasound now."

Puck tried not to panic, but he knew something was wrong. Women had to schedule those. You didn't just get one when you showed up.

He checked with the technician and announced they were able to get right in. So when they crowded into the tiny room, they found the baby right away, and the technician started measuring things. Puck didn't think it looked like much of anything, but the doctor kept labeling parts and saying what they were. He confirmed how far along they were which would mean they may have gotten pregnant as early as their wedding night. Then he leaned over to point at a different section of the screen.

"Do you know what that is?" he asked the couple.

Puck felt Rachel tense up. He squeezed her hand protectively. They both just shook their heads and their faces creased with worry.

"That's your other baby. You're having twins. I thought I heard two heartbeats, but I wanted to be sure."

"Damn it, Noah. Your fucking sperm is too damn powerful! TWINS! How the hell am I supposed to handle this shit? I can't have two little badasses running around. What the hell were we thinking? We don't have enough space! I'm too little to carry two of your Pucksters around. We can't do this. I can't believe that you did this. You are so getting a vasectomy like you joked about in high school."

The doctor's mouth just dropped open. Puck looked at him and shrugged.

The doctor backed out of the room with a lame, "I'll just leave you two to adjust… Meet me back in my office in 10 minutes."

"Rachel, I love you. This is exciting. I can't believe we're having twins."

She looked at him and started crying again.

"I can't have two babies!" she whailed. "I'm tiny. I can't do it!"

"Rachel, they'll be twice as much fun."

"Your damn sperm should be considered a special force. We are NOT having sex again without a condom- possibly ever!"

He kissed her because he didn't know what else to do. To be honest, from what he remembered about his childhood, she should be scared. She should be very, very scared. And good Lord, what about teenage Puck? Now that was a freakin' masterpiece, but two of that? It was a little scary…

Puck couldn't help but think that once again his dick had gotten him into trouble… more trouble than he could handle! What if his kids were more badass than him?

Then, with a giant shudder, he had the scariest thought of all. What if they had twin girls just like Rachel? How the hell would he handle Rachel Berry Puckerman in triplicate?