Luck be a lady

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Poor little things..

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Puck and Rachel never really agreed on much but keeping their kids safe and happy was something that they did. “Yeah, I don’t either. They’ve already been through enough crap. They don’t need to go through anymore.” His eyes were trained on hers, his hand moving to cup her cheek. “Just between you and me then. No one else needs to know what’s going on.” He gave her a quick kiss but kept his face close to hers even though their lips were parted. 

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Rachel has always felt her marriage was her business. She knew a lot of people didn’t agree with her marrying Noah, and she knew his mother kind of pressured him into the marriage. She was pregnant, and she knew they married because of the baby, but she wanted her daughter to have a life she deserved. Over time, she and Noah did start falling for each other, but it was difficult, then she got pregnant with Ezra by surprise, and that added to things. Over the years they both went different places. She was absorbed with the kids, and maybe she neglected him a bit, but she loved him. “Good.” Her voice was just a whisper, as if the children could hear. Kissing him back, Rachel really hoped this was the right thing to do.

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Poor little things..

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Puck didn’t expect the kiss at all. Sure, all the touchy feely ‘fix our marriage’ stuff meant a lot to her but… it still surprised him that it mean that much. He wasn’t about to fight it though. Nothing felt as good as kissing Rachel - well, except for fucking her, but that would’ve been pushing it. Her lips felt like home to him and he held on as long as he could. “It’ll be good, Rach. I promise.” All he could do was hope that she believed he was being honest.

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With everything that went on today, Rachel acted without thinking. That was rare for her, but he was her husband, and she missed him. Rachel knew they had a long way to go, she really did, but she also knew that she wanted to fix things. She wanted a family again. “I know.” She stated, because she had to believe him, she had to know things will be good. “We can’t tell Ayla and Ezra yet.” She whispered, looking up at him. “Just in case, I don’t want to hurt them.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck wasn’t the touchy feely sort but he definitely had a weakness when it came to Rachel and not just because of their family. “I want that stuff too, Rach. And if it takes that stuff, then that’s the stuff we’ll do together to make it work out.” He knew that some of it was definitely going to be hard, especially since he’d never been great at talking or dating to start with. She was worth it, though. Their life was worth it. 

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Rachel knew her husband had the emotional level of a toddler, he was never good at showing any form of feelings, so this was kind of big. A smile broke out across her face. “Yeah?” She asked, happy he was agreeing to her terms. Rachel never thought they would get to this place, but now it was happening, and it made things seem better. Leaning forward, she did something she hasn’t done in months, she kissed him. “Oh Noah.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less than the stuff she was suggesting. He totally didn’t mind taking Rachel on dates but the idea of having to do that much work made him want to tag out. And therapy? That sounded like it would suck all the way around. But effort was what she seemed to want and if it was going to get them back together, he’d suck it up and do it. “I can do that stuff. But just like marriage therapy, right? It’s not gonna be some lady wanting me to talk about my childhood?” 

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Rachel was nearly certain Noah would say no to these things, but really, she just wanted them to find who they were as a couple, outside of their children. She wasn’t asking for a date every day, once a week, or twice a month was enough for her, she just wanted to do things without the kids. He should know the fact she was suggesting a sitter was a big deal. “Really?” She was surprised. She expected him to shoot him down. “Just marriage, so we can figure out where we are, and where we are going. I want our family, Noah. I love you, and I just want my family back.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck was willing to do whatever it was she asked him to do to get things back on track because he loved her and their family as much as she loved them. “Yeah, that wouldn’t work too well since we weren’t in a great place before… ya know.” He turned on his side a little so he could look at her. “I don’t know what the starting over stuff means though. Like… what does it mean? What do you want me to do now?” 

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Rachel didn’t want him to cheat on her again. She never thought she’d be willing to forgive, she has never been the type to see things like that, but a marriage is different. especially one that involved kids, and still loving your husband. Looking over at him, Rachel looked down. “Maybe just start over? We never really dated.. I mean we got married soon after, spent time together before Ayla while I was pregnant, but other than that...” Once the baby was born, they spent a lot of time at home, or apart. Part of it was her fault, she knew that, but now the kids were older. “Maybe dating, therapy, we can figure things out?”

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Poor little things..

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Puck’s head was starting to hurt at the thought of having to deal with everything she was talking about. The answers were probably really easy if they were just in his head. Saying them out loud was a whole different story. “I….” For some reason, he felt totally petrified, like saying anything and making her promises was just him setting himself up to fail. “I’m not so dumb I’d do the same thing again and hurt you like that. Cus I’d never have done any of this with you if I didn’t, ya know, love you. I know I botched it up with what I did but… I’m sorry. You know that.” 

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Rachel’s head was spinning, she wished this never happened, she wished he never cheated on her, but at the same time, she didn’t know if she could go back to what they were before he cheated. They were both unhappy, and they fought a lot. But, well what he said meant a lot coming from him. “I know you are.” Rachel said softly, looking into his eyes. “I want to do this right, if we do it... we got married because I was pregnant, but... I mean I do love you, Noah. I fell in love with you, and I love our kids, and I miss our family, but we need to start over. We can’t go back to what we were.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck had a tough time thinking about anything at all when  Rachel was looking at him, her big doe eyes one of his few weaknesses. Ayla had the same ones, that’s how she ended up getting away with so much stuff. She really was her mother’s daughter. “I’m not gonna fight with you either. We’ve got enough stress right now without that too.” He half shrugged, his hand covering hers. “i miss  you too. It’s all really your call, Rach. You’re the one who put me out. If you want me back here, then that’s a choice you gotta make.” 

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She let out a sigh of relief when he agreed not to fight with her. Nodding, she knew this was  the wrong time to talk about this, but the months without him were difficult. She was so hurt, and so angry; but the anger has melted into just hurt, and longing. “Do you want to be with me? Would you cheat on me again?” She asked, needing to know the truth. While she wanted to put her happiness first, she had to think of her babies. If she and Noah went back to where they were, all they would do is fight, and that isn’t good for them. “I want things to change. Did you ever love me?”

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Puck kind of wished that Rachel would stop calling who he was ‘an act.’ He’d always been that way and he didn’t know why he had to change it just because she thought he was playing some kind of game. “I am sly and sexy and I like being that way. Sorry if you don’t but don’t act like it’s some kind of thing I do to… I don’t know. I don’t have a reason to put on an act.” 

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“I never said you weren’t.” Rachel commented, sitting up in bed, and sighing. “Noah, I know you do.” Rachel sighed, rubbing her head to her temple. She didn’t get why there suddenly felt as if there was a fight going on. She didn’t want to fight with him today. Placing her hand on his stomach, her brown eyes peered down at him. “Noah, I’m not trying to start a fight, but I miss my husband. I know you cheated, and it hurt, but... I miss you. I miss you a lot.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck had to stop himself from rolling his eyes because that would definitely start a fight. He also couldn’t tell her that one of them had to have a sense of humor in their relationship since she definitely didn’t. “I do it cus this is who I am. Just cus I’m nice sometimes doesn’t mean I’m not both ways.” Just like she could be annoying and bossy but he accepted it because she was kind of cool sometimes too. “I’ve always been both. It hasn’t changed.” 

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Rachel sighed, looking up at him for a moment. “But you do this whole “I’m sexy and sly” Thing with me, and you never needed to.” She wished he would understand this, she wished he would see what she was talking about, but nothing will change that. “And I accept that, Noah. I just don’t  get why you put up this act with me.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck wasn’t really shocked when Rachel got all cuddly with him because that’s how she’d always been when it came to sleeping. The missing him part was a little weird since he’d been a total dick and hurt her, but he wasn’t going to fight her. Sliding down so he was on his back, he wrapped an arm her slender frame. “Well, I’m a pretty good cuddler and I’m hot so it’s not a huge surprise that you like having all this in your bed.” He kissed her forehead before getting kind of settled so he didn’t keep her up.

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Rachel let out a groan at his comment, because cocky Puck came out, the one  that got her pregnant in the first place. He oozed with self confidence and lured her in. The man she missed was the man who fathered her children, the one who was tender and sweet. Her eyes peered open. “I don’t miss that though.” She said finally, not trying to start a fight, because things were good. “Why do you do that?” She asked, suddenly wide awake. “I don’t miss Puck. I miss Noah.”

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Poor little things..

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Puck must’ve been hearing things when she offered to let him come up to what use to be ‘their’ bed. Maybe he’d even caught whatever the kids had and he was having hallucinations. But when she kissed his cheek, he waited less than ten minutes of watching the kids sleep and deciding that they were going to be okay before he followed after her. It wasn’t a huge surprise that Rachel was asleep already. Trying to be quiet, Puck sunk into the bed and sat himself against against the headboard. Their legs were the only things that touched as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a minute.

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Rachel usually hated sleeping alone, and since she and Noah split up, the bed had been so empty. She generally slept with the kids in her bed, because she hated being alone. She felt the bed dip, and her body curled towards his in her sleep, like he was a magnet or something. Her hand laid on his belly, and she sighed. “Mmm..” She muttered lazily half asleep. “I miss you.”

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Puck knew that the should be working on doing this parenting thing together. No matter what happened in their marriage, they’d both always be parents together. But he couldn’t really deal with Rachel struggling to stay awake, especially if she was wrecked from taking care of the kids the night before. “I know.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I promise, I’ll come get you if I need you.” He had no plan on waking her up any sooner than she needed to be, but he figured that saying that to her would be reassuring. 

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Rachel’s head nodded, as she felt tired, really tired. It was a long night, with Ayla throwing up, and Ezra screaming, and now her babies were on the mend, so it made sense. “If they sleep, just come to the room.” She commented lazily, the only other options were the kids rooms, or the couch, and the couch was uncomfortable. Rachel had the spare room kind of messy, so he couldn’t sleep there tonight. Kissing him on the cheek, she made her way up to their bedroom, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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Puck looked down at the kids, looking almost like little angels all curled up under the blankets his mom had made. “Yeah. I mean, they’re tough kids, but if they were up all last night, then they’re probably ready to crash.” He looked over at Rachel, who looked like she was about to do the same. “If you want to, you can do the same. I can stay up and watch them if that’s what you’re worried about.” He moved around the sofa and put his hand on the middle of her back, like he was going to lead her to wherever it was she wanted to sleep. “You’ve done pretty much all you can do so let me take over.” 

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They made really pretty babies. There was no denying that. Ayla was tiny, petite, and had this angelic look to her. When she was a baby, people constantly commented on how perfect she was. Ezra was handsome and sturdy. When he was first born, he looked like a male Ayla, and while he still resembled his sister, he was literally perfection. They both were. Noah spoke, and snapped Rachel out of her thoughts. Looking over at him, she bit down on her lip. She was tired, but she didn’t want to leave, just in case. “We should share though.” She whispered. That was the problem with their marriage. It was either her problem, or his, but she was tired. “I’ll lay down for a few hours, but I’ll help you tonight.” She offered, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. “This means a lot to me. I hope you know that.”

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Puck looked up at Rachel, who had baby whispered their son. “She’s definitely down for the count.” Which he could tell by the way his daughter felt heavy in his arms. Even as tiny as she was, she was like a rock. “Looks like he is too.” And it worked out pretty well, since both of their kids definitely needed their rest. “Looks like the medicine is doing what it’s suppose to. A little at least.” 

He moved away from the sofa and put Ayla back in her place once she was sound asleep. “It’s almost too bad we’re not gonna get that kind of sleep tonight.” At least they never use to, and that was back when they had once sick kid. Two was a whole different thing, but he figured that sleep definitely wasn’t going to come from it. 

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Letting out a sigh of relief, Rachel kissed Ezra’s head tenderly, and brushed back his hair. Memorize of her tiny babies sleeping in her arms flashed through her head. She missed when they were small, but also loved this age. “He is, he’s getting heavy too.” She shifted him in her arm, before laying him down on the couch. Covering him with the blanket Noah’s mother made him when she was pregnant, Rachel kissed his head, and kissed Ayla’s too. “Probably not, though I am hoping the medicine will help them sleep through the night. They were up most of last night, so maybe they’ll just crash.”

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Ezra’s crying seemed to spark a dissatisfied whine in Ayla, who was tugging at Puck’s shirt sleeve as Rachel tried to calm her brother. He pulled his daughter into his lap, rocking her a little as she curled into a ball, thumb in her mouth. He was pretty sure she wasn’t usually allowed to do that - he’d already forgotten a lot of the rules Rachel had for the kids - but he didn’t care. If it made her feel okay at the moment and kept her quiet, he was going to let her do it. Scooting back to the corner where Ayla had been sleeping, Puck stretched his legs out and let his daughter lay her head on his chest and he pulled the blanket over them. “That’s my girl.” 

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Ezra cried as he finished taking his medicine, a loud, pitiful wail that broke Rachel’s heart. Peering over at Ayla, who was whining and sucking her thumb, Rachel learned a long time ago to pick her battles, and unfortunately she couldn’t cut off her daughters finger (Not that she would, but what other way could she get her to stop?) Rubbing Ezra’s back, he settled on her chest the way he did as an infant. His head burying into her chest, and his eyes getting heavy as he calmed down. “Sweet boy.” She cooed, looking over at Noah and Ayla. It was funny how things turned out. Ayla will forever be a daddy’s girl, while Ezra was a mama’s boy. Their son drifted off to sleep on top of her, and she didn’t want to move. “Is Aylie sleeping?”

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Puck had just gotten Ayla settled back down, her blanket wrapped around her, and was about to pick up Ezra when Rachel practically flew into the room. Any other time, he’d have probably gotten annoyed and told her he knew how to take care of his kid. But he knew this wasn’t the time for his ego. “Thanks. Hopefully, he won’t demon scream on me this way.” 

He picked up Ezra, who let it be known that he didn’t like being woken up with a wail that made the hair on the back of Puck’s neck stand up. “It’s alright, bud. C’mon. Look, mommy’s got your sippy cup.” He took the cup from Rachel and offered it up to the kid. Ezra tried to push it away but it was almost like he didn’t have the strength to do anything but cry. “I know you don’t feel good, but you gotta take a drink. Just one for dad.” That only made him cry louder. Finally giving in, he looked up at Rachel. “Wanna give it a shot? He might take it for you.” 

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Rachel knew Noah didn’t always like when she interjected, but she felt getting Ezra to take his medicine was enough to pull out the sippy cup. Handing it to her husband, she nodded. “He probably will.” Due to his size, and the fact that as much as she hated saying it, Ayla was more advance at his age, she often forget Ezra was only a year and a half. The second his father woke him up, Ezra began crying. His cheeks turning red as he cried, pushing away the sippy cup, and refusing to drink from it. Nodding her head, Rachel sat down beside Noah, and rubbed Ezra’s back. “Come here, baby.” She cooed, taking her son into her arms, and rocking him, before she began singing in his ear. She knew it was one sure way to get him to calm down. Ezra began playing with her hair as his tears subsided. Taking the sippy cup from Noah, she popped it in her sons mouth before he could protest, and he drank it down. “Such a good boy.”