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Feb. 3rd, 2013 02:32 amThe apartment is empty when Rachel walks in. Not that she expects anything different. They've been married for a little more than a month, but since their honeymoon, she's actually gotten to spend time with Noah that wasn't just the two fo them sleeping next to each other or shoveling takeout into their mouths before they passed out maybe a grand total of 3 times. 4, if you count the quickie on the couch, which Rachel doesn't really, since she's pretty sure she was asleep before he even pulled out and she's not sure she would have remembered it happened at all the next day if there hadn't been that bruise on her ribs.
Needless to say, the whole baby thing? Hasn't happened. She was ovulating last week and didn't get to see him at all (she woke up halfway when he got into bed, and then again when he got out to go back to work) those days. Rachel's frustrated to say the least and she kicks her shoes hard into the back of their closet, grumbling to herself.
Needless to say, the whole baby thing? Hasn't happened. She was ovulating last week and didn't get to see him at all (she woke up halfway when he got into bed, and then again when he got out to go back to work) those days. Rachel's frustrated to say the least and she kicks her shoes hard into the back of their closet, grumbling to herself.
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Jan. 29th, 2013 10:04 pmRachel nearly drops the clothes she's folding. "...What, Beth?"
"Momma told me where babies come from. I wansa sisser."
"Momma told me where babies come from. I wansa sisser."
"I'll call you tomorrow, I promise." Rachel smiles, closing her eyes as Jeremy leans down, dropping a kiss on her nose. It's a strangely innocent gesture, considering that she's wearing little more than one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Considering they'd come home tipsy the night before and immediately retired to her bedroom for a...well. It was nice. A nice night. And judging by the way Noah and Santana talk about it, Rachel's sure she should have something other than the word nice to describe her sex life but it's really all that's ever come to mind. Jeremy tugs her close for a real kiss then and she leans up on to her toes to return it, before moving away to shut the door behind him and head into the kitchen for something to eat.
Generally, Rachel would feel iffy about having sex in an apartment with such thin walls, knowing that she has a roommate (one of the advantages to she and Kurt not sharing an apartment, even if they are best friends). But lately, Noah's been bringing home (and isn't it funny that she thinks of this place as both of their homes now?) a string of strange women. And having very loud sex. Rachel doesn't even really know how you manage to have the kind of sex it sounds like Noah is having on a twin bed. At least Rachel can pretty much guarantee that her sex with Jeremy last night was no where near as disturbing to Noah's sleep patterns as his is to hers.
And that's the only reason it's bothering her, really. Noah's allowed to do what he want. Sleep with who he wants. It's just that he's keeping her up...really. That's all.
Opening the fridge, Rachel grabs the orange juice and a few eggs, humming The Bitch of Living as she sets about making herself some scrambled eggs. Thank god for no longer being vegan. Scrambled eggs are definitely one of the best inventions ever.
Generally, Rachel would feel iffy about having sex in an apartment with such thin walls, knowing that she has a roommate (one of the advantages to she and Kurt not sharing an apartment, even if they are best friends). But lately, Noah's been bringing home (and isn't it funny that she thinks of this place as both of their homes now?) a string of strange women. And having very loud sex. Rachel doesn't even really know how you manage to have the kind of sex it sounds like Noah is having on a twin bed. At least Rachel can pretty much guarantee that her sex with Jeremy last night was no where near as disturbing to Noah's sleep patterns as his is to hers.
And that's the only reason it's bothering her, really. Noah's allowed to do what he want. Sleep with who he wants. It's just that he's keeping her up...really. That's all.
Opening the fridge, Rachel grabs the orange juice and a few eggs, humming The Bitch of Living as she sets about making herself some scrambled eggs. Thank god for no longer being vegan. Scrambled eggs are definitely one of the best inventions ever.
Hola, Mi Corazon
Feb. 23rd, 2012 05:48 pmSaturdays are fabulous. Santana doesn't work, Chicago rehearsals are only 4 hours every other weekend and everyone gets to sleep in. Like they're doing now. Rachel's being the little spoon right now, laying on her belly with her side tucked up Santana, the Latina's arm across her back as they sleep. She's just about to take a giant bite out of the marshmallow Empire State Building when some static wakes her up.
"Ma ma ma ma ma pffft..." The babbling coming from the baby monitor makes her smile even if it is only 9am. Trying not to wake Santana, she reaches out and switches the monitor off before she slides out of bed and enters the nursery.
10-month old Ari is standing up in his crib, pitch black hair sticking out all over his head and grinning just like his mother. When Rachel enters the room, he squeals and reaches out for her and she picks him up, tugging the shirt of his football pjs over his belly and kissing his forehead. "Buenos dias!" Rachel took French in high school and college, but she's picking up on Spanish through living with Santana. They're trying to teach Ari all three.
"Ma ma ma ma ma pffft..." The babbling coming from the baby monitor makes her smile even if it is only 9am. Trying not to wake Santana, she reaches out and switches the monitor off before she slides out of bed and enters the nursery.
10-month old Ari is standing up in his crib, pitch black hair sticking out all over his head and grinning just like his mother. When Rachel enters the room, he squeals and reaches out for her and she picks him up, tugging the shirt of his football pjs over his belly and kissing his forehead. "Buenos dias!" Rachel took French in high school and college, but she's picking up on Spanish through living with Santana. They're trying to teach Ari all three.
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
Feb. 19th, 2012 03:46 am"Tony wait."
"I'll try to be home early, Birdy, I promise." He's tying his tie as they cross the kitchen from upstairs. Rachel hasn't even gotten dressed yet, still in her blue nighty. He's walking pretty fast, and Rachel's taking two steps for every one of his, barefoot and so tiny as she chases him through the kitchen while he tries to grab a quick breakfast.
"You always say that and it never happens. It's your day off, Tony! You promised me today!" She reaches over to try and pry the milk out of his hand but he jerks away, slamming it down on the counter.
"This is my job!"
"I"m your wife!" She slams both hands down on the counter, the noise covering the crack in her voice. "I'm your wife, and you made me a promise. Robbie is a completely capable TA, you just can't let him handle the class for one half day because you're a control freak!" Tony whips around so fast that Rachel actually flinches, but all he does is stare her down for a good long minute. Grabbing the milk again, he almost throws it back into the fridge, slamming the door and stalking across the kitchen. "I'll grab something on the way."
"Tony, don't. Please don't. Stay home. Robbie can handle the class for today! You only have 3 classes because of the assembly. You said so yourself."
"We'll talk about it when I get home."
"What will there be to talk abou-" He shuts the front door behind himself. Hard. And she's left standing in the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, hands fisted as her side, shaking as she tries not to cry.
"I'll try to be home early, Birdy, I promise." He's tying his tie as they cross the kitchen from upstairs. Rachel hasn't even gotten dressed yet, still in her blue nighty. He's walking pretty fast, and Rachel's taking two steps for every one of his, barefoot and so tiny as she chases him through the kitchen while he tries to grab a quick breakfast.
"You always say that and it never happens. It's your day off, Tony! You promised me today!" She reaches over to try and pry the milk out of his hand but he jerks away, slamming it down on the counter.
"This is my job!"
"I"m your wife!" She slams both hands down on the counter, the noise covering the crack in her voice. "I'm your wife, and you made me a promise. Robbie is a completely capable TA, you just can't let him handle the class for one half day because you're a control freak!" Tony whips around so fast that Rachel actually flinches, but all he does is stare her down for a good long minute. Grabbing the milk again, he almost throws it back into the fridge, slamming the door and stalking across the kitchen. "I'll grab something on the way."
"Tony, don't. Please don't. Stay home. Robbie can handle the class for today! You only have 3 classes because of the assembly. You said so yourself."
"We'll talk about it when I get home."
"What will there be to talk abou-" He shuts the front door behind himself. Hard. And she's left standing in the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, hands fisted as her side, shaking as she tries not to cry.
Isn't She Lovely?
Feb. 14th, 2012 11:35 pmLabor was hard. Probably the longest, hardest process of Rachel's life. She'd opted to do it without medicine for various reasons and honestly considered going back on her word several times over the 20 hours it took Abbi to pass through her small body. But the hospital was nice, doing everything in it's power to keep her company, and Sam. Of course Sam hadn't ever left her side (even when she'd broken the skin on his arm with her nails during a contraction and called him all sorts of names). He'd walked laps with her, swam laps with her (yay Schronized Swim Team of WMHS), rubbed her back, sat in the shower with her, all these really intimate, close things that having an epidural would have prevented her from doing. Even through the pain, she'd been close to Sam, aware of what was happening and the minute they laid Abbi (bright red and pissed) on her belly, Rachel would have done it a million times over. Just for her.
Right on time and perfectly healthy, Abbi doesn't need to stay in the hospital very long. In fact, even though swabs were sent to the lab almost immediately after she was born, they still had yet to receive their DNA test results as they stepped into their new apartment (not that Rachel and Sam really care anymore. Abbi's an Evans, now. Officially). It's spacious, completely unpacked and baby proof, so Rachel's excited to be home. As soon as they enter the living room, she carries the half asleep newborn to the balcony door to show her the view of Central Park. "Look, Abbi! Isn't it pretty? As soon as you're old enough, I'm gonna take you over there for a little picnic..."
Right on time and perfectly healthy, Abbi doesn't need to stay in the hospital very long. In fact, even though swabs were sent to the lab almost immediately after she was born, they still had yet to receive their DNA test results as they stepped into their new apartment (not that Rachel and Sam really care anymore. Abbi's an Evans, now. Officially). It's spacious, completely unpacked and baby proof, so Rachel's excited to be home. As soon as they enter the living room, she carries the half asleep newborn to the balcony door to show her the view of Central Park. "Look, Abbi! Isn't it pretty? As soon as you're old enough, I'm gonna take you over there for a little picnic..."
I Took Your Pulse
Feb. 13th, 2012 03:51 amIt's raining. Christ. Why is it always bloody raining? 221B Baker street isn't a very appetizing place to spend the summer cooped up anyway but when it's raining-...
Of course, on the way to the store for some candy (and milk and jam. Her fathers must think there's a fairy in the house now for as little as they run out) to occupy herself, the wind blew her umbrella inside out and a cab splattered her with mud and really, candy, milk and jam aren't worth the horrible mess.
Her Papa is always giving her the stink eye for slamming the front door (he thinks she's going to give Mrs. Hudson a heart attack) but she thinks her current state is reason enough to do so. Plus, Mrs. Hudson is at bridge and her fathers are on a case, so it's not like he's here to know. Dropping her ruined umbrella in the tin, she sighs and tries to ring out her hair before heading upstairs. "God awful mess today was..." Her first time out in 3 days and she's gotten completely ruined. Fabulous.
Of course, on the way to the store for some candy (and milk and jam. Her fathers must think there's a fairy in the house now for as little as they run out) to occupy herself, the wind blew her umbrella inside out and a cab splattered her with mud and really, candy, milk and jam aren't worth the horrible mess.
Her Papa is always giving her the stink eye for slamming the front door (he thinks she's going to give Mrs. Hudson a heart attack) but she thinks her current state is reason enough to do so. Plus, Mrs. Hudson is at bridge and her fathers are on a case, so it's not like he's here to know. Dropping her ruined umbrella in the tin, she sighs and tries to ring out her hair before heading upstairs. "God awful mess today was..." Her first time out in 3 days and she's gotten completely ruined. Fabulous.
Broadway Baby
Feb. 4th, 2012 05:22 pmRachel's packing when the phone rings. It's not a ringtone she immediately recognizes (Don't Rain on My Parade, her general one) as belonging to one particular person, but when she looks down at the number she contemplates not answering at all. It's the casting director for Spring Awakening, that much she's sure of. And since it'd be rude to not answer, she picks up the phone, all the while preparing herself for the worst.
"Rachel Berry speaking!" The girls' got a game face if nothing else. "Yes, yes, of course I remember!...O-oh?....Oh. Oh my God, oh my-yes. Yes, yes of course! I'd be honored! Thank you so much!" The next 5 minutes of the conversation goes that way. Oh my God and Thank you so much and This means so much and a million other exclamations intended to keep her from crying on the phone with her -- her -- casting director. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I'll see you soon, then!" She finally hangs up after a few more thanks yous, dropping her phone on the bed and turning to bolt into the living room.
Of course, she manages to stop herself halfway down the hall. Be cool, Berry. After a few deep breaths, she manages to cool her jets and stride into the living room instead. Noah's watching some silly game and she knows he hates it when she gets in front of the tv, but she's going to do it anyway. Crossing in front of him, she pulls his ankle down from where it's resting on the opposite thigh and takes a seat right in his lap. After prying his beer out of his hands and wrapping her arms around his neck she leans in, kissing a slow trail up his neck to his ear.
"Have you ever made love to a Broadway Starlet, Mr. Puckerman?"
"Rachel Berry speaking!" The girls' got a game face if nothing else. "Yes, yes, of course I remember!...O-oh?....Oh. Oh my God, oh my-yes. Yes, yes of course! I'd be honored! Thank you so much!" The next 5 minutes of the conversation goes that way. Oh my God and Thank you so much and This means so much and a million other exclamations intended to keep her from crying on the phone with her -- her -- casting director. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I'll see you soon, then!" She finally hangs up after a few more thanks yous, dropping her phone on the bed and turning to bolt into the living room.
Of course, she manages to stop herself halfway down the hall. Be cool, Berry. After a few deep breaths, she manages to cool her jets and stride into the living room instead. Noah's watching some silly game and she knows he hates it when she gets in front of the tv, but she's going to do it anyway. Crossing in front of him, she pulls his ankle down from where it's resting on the opposite thigh and takes a seat right in his lap. After prying his beer out of his hands and wrapping her arms around his neck she leans in, kissing a slow trail up his neck to his ear.
"Have you ever made love to a Broadway Starlet, Mr. Puckerman?"
It's almost like it's a brand new feeling, quite honestly. The bright flash of cold, the sudden, faint pain in her eyes, the shiver in her spine as the slushee drips down her back. The new parts, though, are Quinn's warning cry just before hand, her own surprised scream, the yelling from who she assumes is her assaulter just behind her...the frantic kicking in her belly as her heartbeat kicks up. She doesn't really register what's going on around her, doesn't have the presence of mind to leave the library. She can hear Quinn's voice over the yelling of the other girl, and then there's more screaming -- sounds like spanish but everything is foreign to Rachel's ears right now except "The bitch is faking. She couldn't keep him so she's faking" -- and someone's coat is over her shoulders -- oh, right. Her dress is white today and totally see-through now in places... -- as she's being led out of the room. She thinks it's Brittany on one side and Quinn on the other, although whoever she thinks is Quinn is gone pretty soon and Brittany's on the phone with someone.
"Phones aren't allowed at school, Br-Oh Rachel." Ms. Pilsbury comes from behind them, ushering them both into the bathroom and when Kurt comes running up, she doesn't even blink when he enters right behind them. He says Mercedes and Tina are coming but Rachel's not really paying attention. Through the walls and the half open door she can hear all of the commotion in the hall while Kurt and Brittany try to clean her up, even if Rachel's just sitting helplessly on the windowsill, not moving, not saying a word, mouth working half open and closed again helplessly.
"Puck!' Quinn makes it to the cafeteria about the same time that the news does, and there's a rush of people heading to the library to try and catch the fight before someone breaks it up. It's obvious he doesn't know yet, since he's looking just about as enthused as the rest of the crowd as he walks towards the library.
"Phones aren't allowed at school, Br-Oh Rachel." Ms. Pilsbury comes from behind them, ushering them both into the bathroom and when Kurt comes running up, she doesn't even blink when he enters right behind them. He says Mercedes and Tina are coming but Rachel's not really paying attention. Through the walls and the half open door she can hear all of the commotion in the hall while Kurt and Brittany try to clean her up, even if Rachel's just sitting helplessly on the windowsill, not moving, not saying a word, mouth working half open and closed again helplessly.
"Puck!' Quinn makes it to the cafeteria about the same time that the news does, and there's a rush of people heading to the library to try and catch the fight before someone breaks it up. It's obvious he doesn't know yet, since he's looking just about as enthused as the rest of the crowd as he walks towards the library.
I'm All Alone and I Need You Now
Jan. 31st, 2012 03:02 amRachel Berry has never in her life had heartburn. She's never eaten meat. She hasn't thrown up since she was 10 and she's never had a nosebleed, aside from that one time Finn elbowed her in the face.
Until the last two months, of course. When she found out she was pregnant. And turned into a completely different person, complete with nasuea, meat cravings (she's a vegan for Christ's sake!), heartburn and that nosebleed in the middle of biology. Right now, though? She can't even look at her ants on a log snack. That she's been thinking about since 3rd period. The sight of the celery and peanut butter makes her sick and she honestly wants to cry.
"Noah."
Until the last two months, of course. When she found out she was pregnant. And turned into a completely different person, complete with nasuea, meat cravings (she's a vegan for Christ's sake!), heartburn and that nosebleed in the middle of biology. Right now, though? She can't even look at her ants on a log snack. That she's been thinking about since 3rd period. The sight of the celery and peanut butter makes her sick and she honestly wants to cry.
"Noah."
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Jan. 3rd, 2012 07:34 pm"Sam! We're going to be late!" Rachel calls from the doorway. Today's a special doctor's appointment for the two of them and Rachel's been flitting around for a couple hours now, getting ready. She's changed her dress 3 times, done her hair 4 different ways and is just all around restless. And now, at almost 6 months, the baby's been more active lately too. To the point where sometimes, Rach can even press Sam's hand to her stomach and let him feel. So basically? The two of them have been ridiculous all morning.
But the doctor had told them last month that they could try and get a gender scan done today, so Rachel thinks she's right to be excited.
But the doctor had told them last month that they could try and get a gender scan done today, so Rachel thinks she's right to be excited.
