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Post by noah puckerman on Oct 6, 2010 16:37:46 GMT -5
my first ever fanfic. it's a future puckleberry fanfic. all comments welcome. harsh & lovely. <3
I never thought that this would be my life, really. Not all those years ago when I’d been in New Directions. I thank Mr Schuester for everything he gave me in my life. He doesn’t even know it but he made me the happiest man alive. I could honestly say that right now.
“Come to bed, Noah.” her voice still managed to make my stomach flutter even though I’d heard it every morning, when I came home from work and before I went to sleep. The way her childish voice said Noah reminded me of the day she’d first called it me. I turned away from the mirror and let my gaze rest on the figure sat up in bed. “Don’t make me ask again, Puckerman.” her voice was still soft but it held a sort of playful ring to it. I couldn’t help but laugh when she called me Puckerman. After all, she was a Puckerman herself.
“Or what?” I asked her, making my tone just as playful as hers was. “You gonna get all Rachel Berry on my ass?” I challenged. She scowled at me and I have to say, it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Not really wanting to have an argument with Rachel, even if it was only play, I made my way to the bed and slid under the covers and she instantly snuggled up beside me.
“Rachel Puckerman.” she corrected after a few minutes of silence. We didn’t say anything else that night but she fell asleep in my arms and, as I wasn’t tired, I spend most of the night watching her and singing softly into her ear whenever she seemed to stir. And all the way through the night, my hands stayed on her belly.
Not only was I married to the most beautiful girl on the planet, but she was having my child.
The next morning when I woke up, Rachel was already missing from the bed. The aroma in the air told me that she was downstairs making breakfast which we wouldn’t actually eat. I’d grown attached to eating vegan things because I didn’t know how to cook proper food and I didn’t like having to watch Rachel cook meat when she was a vegan. I got out of bed lazily and then made my way downstairs, walking through to the kitchen and coming up behind Rachel. I put my hands on her stomach and rested my head on her shoulder for a moment. “Something smells gorgeous.” I told her quietly. She was about to say thank you when I nodded at the food. “The food smells nice too, baby.” I kissed her cheek softly before moving to sit at the table.
After breakfast, I kissed Rachel goodbye and then got in my car and made my way to work. I didn’t really want to be here right now. I loved where I worked but while Rachel was at home, alone and pregnant, I didn’t really feel like working much. The customers weren’t really the friendliest today. It almost seemed as though they knew I didn’t want to be there and that meant they had to be rude to me. It was at dinner that everything changed.
I got a phone call from Quinn telling me to get my butt to the hospital. I’d come to the conclusion that a) Rachel may be in labour - though she wasn’t actually due for another month yet - and b) she may be in agony and something might be wrong with the baby. Without actually asking Quinn what was wrong, I’d drove to the hospital as fast as possible and then was taken to the maternity ward.
That was where I saw her. Her face covered in tears. It hurt to see her like that, it honestly did. I didn’t waste anytime in going through the door and walking to her side. I didn’t even let her see me, I just took her hand. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who it was. “Noah.” she said softly, squeezing my hand tightly. I didn’t take my eyes off her face, my free hand moving to her cheeks every now and then to wipe the tears. I just wanted it to be over. Not because my hand was hurting from the pressure Rachel was putting on it, but because I didn’t want her to be in pain anymore.
“Nearly there, Rachel.”
“No, no, just forget it.”
“Rachel, keep going. You have to keep going.”
“I don’t want to! It hurts. Noah, stop it hurting.”
“I want to, Rachel, I really want to.”
And then it was over. She slumped against the bed with her eyes, still closed, relaxing so they weren’t squeezed tight anymore. The pressure she had been putting on my hand was now gone but I didn’t let go. I was reluctant to turn my head from her face until the small cry from the other side of the room rang out. I watched as the nurse brought over a baby and put it into Rachel’s awaiting arms.
“It’s a boy.” the nurse confirmed for us. I wasn’t really listening, my eyes were too focused on our son. He looked so much like Rachel and I was thankful for that. His eyes slowly opened and he took a long look at Rachel. His eyes were the same soft brown as hers and a small tuft of brown hair was growing on his head. I moved closer to them both, biting my lip as I looked from my son to my wife. I took a deep breath and Rachel looked at me, her eyes were shining brightly, even though she looked incredibly tired. She put her head back against the pillows and then moved our son towards us. I took him from her gently and then looked at Rachel. “Bradley Puckerman.” she whispered softly before her arms dropped and her eyes shut. I looked down at the little boy in my arms, smiling sweetly. He looked up at me with the Rachel-like eyes and I felt strange inside. It was a mixture of excitement and fear. I was a father, a proper one this time. I put my finger into his hand and he gripped it tightly, closing his own eyes. “Welcome to the world, Bradley.” I whispered softly, not looking away from his little face. |
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Post by noah puckerman on Oct 10, 2010 10:35:34 GMT -5
http://phoenixtears-.tumblr.com/puckleberry
<3
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Post by april rhodes on Oct 10, 2010 11:51:44 GMT -5
CASSIE WHATS WITH YOUR SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION. LOL.
love you really, and this fan fic! <3
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Post by noah puckerman on Oct 10, 2010 12:55:56 GMT -5
I ADDED MORE TO IT. i couldn't be bothered to post the whole thing LOL.
haha love you too <3
thank you c:
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