Here We Go Again || Puckleberry

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“He can have a mohawk.” She sighed, smirking all the while. Sure, she’d prefer if their son kept his father’s curly hair for longer than his dad did, but if Noah wanted him to have a hawk, she wasn’t going to argue with him. After all, she did want a mini Puck. And he was right, they were going to be the best parents ever because they were going to take the mistakes that Shelby and his dad made and learn from them. Their child would have the best life ever. Especially with two famous parents. She was sure of it. “It doesn’t matter, you’re right. I really do think Texas is our best bet with your transformations. We need to avoid big cities for now.” She looked at him, biting her lip. “What… what if I don’t want Broadway anymore? I know, it’s been my dream for years and I’ve always talk about it, but lately, I’ve been thinking about if it’s something I really want. I mean, my dads have bred me for being a Broadway star. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed about because I was constantly told that it was my goal. I want to sing, Noah. I want to act. I want that Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony, SAG, Golden Globes, People’s Choice awards. I mean, I know I am meant to do bigger things, but what if Broadway’s not for me? What if, I just want to write songs and sing? What if I just want to act in movies? What if I want to model? I mean… I’ve never questioned my life until now and it’s because I want what’s best for our baby.”

“I know you want him to have curls, Rach, I can tell by the look on your face,” He raised an eyebrow at her, “So he can have curls, but not too long. ‘Cause I know he’s gonna get annoyed by the school just like I did.” He was always sort of curious as to what he would look like now if he kept his hair the way it was naturally, actually he wouldn’t. It would’ve been a hot mess. He nods, “Texas is gonna be are home, and I’m really fuckin’ happy about it actually. Way more than I thought I would.” He knows that it might be mainly because of him, and he hated that. He wanted what his family wanted, but it seemed like maybe Rachel really did want this. “I can’t wait. We need to go visit soon,” He said with a smile, leaning down to kiss her quickly. “Rachel,” He said after a moment, sighing as he combed his fingers through her hair again. “I know you want to be on Broadway, I still see the way your eyes light up every time someone talks about it or you sing a song or watch a movie or whatever. You’re gonna be on a stage one day with your name up in lights, I know you will. Whether it’s for a week or two, or maybe a few months, it doesn’t matter because you will get there. I know you will.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and then moved down to bury his face in her neck, “But no matter what you do, I’ll be there. Always. Forever.”