A/N: Because I like fluff. Lalala!

Frog

"Hey, daddy?" Eli called to his father as he snuggled into Quinn's side, placing a baby-soft kiss on her swollen belly before resting his head on it. Quinn smiled at his love of cuddling and wrapped an arm around him.

"What's up, bud?" Puck asked from the kitchen.

"Can I have a pet frog?" Puck stopped washing the bowl of strawberries in his hands to look up at him.

"What?" he looked at Quinn who was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

"A pet frog," Eli clarified, closing his eyes.

"Why do you want a pet frog?" Puck asked, walking back into the living room with the bowl of fruit and a can of whipped cream in his hands.

"Because they're cool," the six year old shrugged. "And mama told me Beth had a pet turtle when she was six like me. I want a frog."

Puck looked up at Quinn with a half glare. "Why do enable him?"

"I do no such thing," Quinn said smiling cheekily. "I just told him the story about how you killed Beth's turtle in the sink. I think he missed the whole part where you killed the turtle."

"I didn't kill it! It crawled into the sink and clogged it and then it exploded while I was trying to unclog it."

Completely ignoring his parents' conversation, Eli continued to press, "So, can I get a frog, daddy? Mama said she was okay with it as long as I promised to take care of it. Oh, and you had to be okay with it, too."

"If your mom said yes, then fine by me," Puck said, taking a seat next to his wife and their son.

"Yay," Eli cheered sleepily.

Quinn chuckled. "I hope you know that you're going to be taking care of that frog. I don't want it anywhere near me and I'm positive that Beth doesn't either," she told him, running her fingers through Eli's hair.

"Oh, ha ha," Puck said rolling his eyes, feeding her a strawberry.