[Bella waddled down to the Puck's recording studio with a pout and their two dogs trailing behind her. She couldn't explain the mood she was in, but she was on the verge of tears. Why? Who knew? Even she didn't know exactly why. Hands on her burgeoning belly, she walked right into the room.] Teddy... [Bella whined, rubbing her belly.] Hold us. [She walked over to Puck with her arms out, eyes glistening with unshed tears.] We need cuddles... or something.
[Puck had been messing around in the studio with a song that had been bouncing around in his head. The melody, the words overcrowding his brain on repeat as if it were a never ending song. The music was even in accompaniment. He twisted knobs, and pushed buttons, working over the soundboard to tweak the sound just right to the beat. With the headphones on top of his head, and covering one ear and the other behind, he bobbed his head to the music. His ears picked up on a sound outside of his headphones. Puck quickly took off his headphones, wrapping his arms around her.] Hey, baby. I got you. I’ve got both of you. [He kissed her forehead, leading her over to the plush couch against the wall. Puck pulled her into his lap.] What’s wrong, babe, tell me what’s going on with my girls. [His left arm wrapped around her, his hand resting on her tummy. His right hand, twining her fingers with his, holding her hand. ]
