“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.”

She scrunched her nose up as he kissed it, whimpering as he pulled out. She hated when he left her body. It felt wrong. She laid her head on his, putting her hands on his. “If it’s a boy, I want him to look like you. Eyes, hair, mouth, personality.” She smiled, sighing happily. “He’ll be a mommy’s boy. I’ll make him be one,” she said, chuckling. She knew her children would have favorites. All kids did. She preferred her daddy over her papa, even if daddy scared Noah. “I want a girl though. And I want her to have a better life than I did. I don’t want her to be bullied for her dreams or clothes or because her parents had her as such a young age. I want her to be motivated, but not naive. Tell her that there is a guy you can write up on paper that may seem perfect, but that the perfect guy could be her best friend.” She looked at Noah, sighing. “And I want her to know that her parents love her more than anything in the world. That she’ll always have both of us.” She lifted his hand, kissing his palm before setting it back on her stomach. “And she’ll never know that I put off Broadway for her. I don’t want to be Shelby, putting my career before my family. Broadway will always be there, but she comes first. You come first. We are going to be happy whether I go to Broadway now, or wait until she’s older. And I am excited of our plan to move to Texas. I never thought I would be, but I am.”

He was singing her song. She hadn’t heard him sing it since the last night of Hanukkah when he gave it to her as her Christmas gift. She began to hum along, breathing too heavily to actually join in with him. She liked listening to him sing to her though. It didn’t happen often considering that they’ve just been busy with other things like working on his GPA, applying to schools, getting ready for Regionals and now the baby. She placed her hand on her belly, looking down at it for a moment, then up at him, feeling him move to look at her. She smiled, locking eyes with him as he continued to sing to her. The song was absolutely accurate in how they were. Musical Soulmates. Really they were just soulmates, not just musical ones. “You are the one, the only, my musical soulmate,” she sang softly with him on the last line, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I love you,” she whispered, bumping noses with him. “That was your daddy singing, Sea Monkey. Isn’t he amazing?” She looked up at him, smiling before looking down at her belly. “He’s going to sing you to sleep every night.” She couldn’t shake off this feeling of pure happiness if she wanted to. It was perfect. It was them. Looking back up at Noah, she caught his eyes, getting lost into those beautiful hazel eyes. “I want her to have your eyes. They’re my favorite part of you. And your smile.”

As soon as Noah said those words to her, her lips crashed against his. The thing about forever is that no one really realizes how entwine your lives are to each other. Most people, when giving out promise rings, fail to realize it. When you love someone so much, everything they do is a part of you, just like everything you do is a part of them. They were a part of each other. Noah had never worded things like this before. It was… an eye-opener. In that moment, it was like it was set in stone that neither of them would ever leave. It was symbolic in Rachel’s eyes. Noah might not view it as such or think too much on it, but it was. She arched into him more, wanting to feel more of him. Their lips broke apart when air was needed and she was almost lightheaded from the kiss. The room was silent, except when you heard skin against skin and the occasional grunt when Noah made a hard thrust. The pace never increased, their voices didn’t either. When her orgasm hit, she finally closed her eyes as she moaned out his name as he moaned hers. Even as they both came down from the power of the orgasm, it was silent. looking up at him, she put her hand on his head, leaning up to kiss him softly. “You’re a part of me too, Noah,” she whispered, smiling a bit.

Forever. It was their go to word whenever either of them were having self-doubt. She had forever with this man and she couldn’t wait. She couldn’t bring herself to stop crying yet, even though she wanted to. “Okay,” she whispered. She knew that his way to show her was physical, and that was okay with her. It was his best way of showing how he feels. He’s always been like that. Making love with Noah was something that you only read about. How it was passionate and slow. How you were so in sync with your spouse and how powerful the emotions were. Her hand pressed against his head as the tears came to a halt, feeling how good he was making her feel by the little nips and kisses. As he slipped into her, she let out a breathy moan, her body arching into his. This was her favorite moment, when they both stopped, letting each other feel every inch of each other. How his breath seemed to catch as he looked over her body before he began to move at his slow, torturous pace. Locking eyes with his, she cupped his face, making his forehead press against hers. “I love you so much, Noah. More… more than, oh. More than Broadway. Fuck.” She had trouble speaking during this, but she needed to let him know. Noah was bigger than Broadway, he meant more than Broadway and so did their baby. The life she had planned now, it was for all of them. It was to make everything great for all of them.

Moments like these were moments Rachel cherished. It was just simple and easy laying there with him. They were just watching each other and even with that, she could feel herself blushing from it. He had a certain way of looking at her that made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world and she still debated that at times, but it was wonderful to feel that way. She chuckled with him when he nipped her lip a bit and it was just that easy. Who else could feel this relaxed and at home like this? She smiled into the kiss when he did and she could honestly die a happy woman just by kissing him like this alone. They were taking their time with each other. They had three days with each other. As their tongues met each other, she wondered how she got so lucky with him. They were so happy. She wondered when something would come up and puncture their perfect family. It was a fear of hers. Whenever something good happens in her life, something bad comes along and ruins it and she couldn’t bear ruining any of this. Noah was her world and so was their baby. If something were to happen, she wouldn’t know what she’d do. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until he pulled away. Sniffling, she looked down with a sigh. “Please don’t ever leave me. No matter what happens. Don’t leave me.”

She wasn’t surprised that it didn’t take much before he began to lose control, which was why she was avoiding taking him in all the way. It was so easy for her to and she knew he loved it, but his pride would never for give him if he came in one swallow after he immediately entered her mouth. Never would they go this long without sex again. Ever. She could hear him chanting her name, the grip he hand in her hair becoming tighter and so she decided to give him what he wanted, to come. As soon as he hit the back of her throat (she didn’t even swallow) he came quickly and violently. She hand to hold both of his hips down to keep him from smacking her accidentally in the face as he unraveled. And she wasn’t even concerned about him bouncing back from it. They were both young. Very young, plus, he was a werewolf, so that helped a lot as well. They were going to be making up for this for the rest of the day and probably the weekend. It was times like these she was grateful that his mother and sister spent so much time at his Nana’s. Once she cleaned him up, she released him with a pop and kissed up his body before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you,” she mumbled against them. Before Noah, Rachel would never dream of doing the things they’ve done sexually with each other and now, she was glad it was him. She didn’t want anyone else. By waiting, she had found her perfect guy, and that was something most women could not say.

Rachel let out a small whimper as he told her it was her that turned him on. Did he not know how sweet he was and how hot he was being. And she knew how long it’s been. She had counted. “Ten days,” she said in a husky voice. She watched as his hand traveled up her thighs and onto her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, almost to test their sensitivity. Nodding at him, she let him know he was okay and he quickly cupped her breast, allowing her to release a soft moan. “Noah…” She leaned down, kissing him deeply as her hand quickly got rid of his sweatpants. They really shouldn’t bother wearing clothes on days like these. They just got in the way. She quickly kissed down his body, making her way to his cock. She wanted to take her time, yes, but it also had been far too long. Longer than normal. She began to stroke him as she began to try and make a mark on his chest, but she was never successful. She blamed the werewolf in him. With a slight growl of frustration, she finally took him into her mouth, moaning at the fact that this was long overdue. And like she told him earlier, she was supposed to be taking care of him today.

Rachel scrunched up her nose when he kissed it, smiling as he pulled away. She knew he preferred this over any other injury in the past he has gotten and so did she. She kissed him again, laughing a little bit from the way his fingers managed to tickle her skin beneath her ribcage. “Noah, don’t you dare!” But the grin on his face told her it was too late. In an instant, she was on her back and he was tickling her. She was laughing, letting out a snort here and there that were surely unattractive, but seeing him laugh with her made it all worth while. “You need to stop! I got to pee!” She pushed him off her gently, kissing him as she made her way to the bathroom. She partially blamed him for this and the baby. And his mother for making her drink more water. Once she was out, she rolled her eyes as she noticed him posing on the bed. “Are you trying to tell me something Noah?” She smirked, leaning against the bed post. She knew what he wanted, and it was obvious from one glance down his body. “How in god’s name did me laughing turn you on?” She chuckled a bit, crawling back onto the bed and straddling his lap. “I’m not even sexy looking right now. Me and my belly.” She pouted a little, biting back a moan when he grabbed her hips, moving her over his half hard-on.

She chuckled a bit, feeling him nuzzle her neck. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine. She was so happy about everything. Sure, she knew there would be complications. She was tiny and that was no surprise there. Rachel was five foot two and wore a size two on a normal basis. As much as Noah raved about her lower body (he had a thing for her legs and butt) it was obvious that her body wasn’t made for childbirth yet. She hadn’t prepared herself properly for it. She just prayed that everything would go well. That there would be no complications with the baby or how she would carry during the pregnancy. It was all she asked for. Kissing him softly, she knew he’d protect her. He would always protect her. “I know you do. And I know you will. You’ll do anything to protect me and Sea Monkey.” She put her hand over his as they laid there, just staring at each other. “Your eyes are back to normal.” It was nice seeing the normal honey green eyes staring back at her, not that she didn’t like it when his eyes were gold, but gold meant that he was still becoming human. “How are you feeling? I think you’re going to have to invest in turtle necks or tight hoodies.” She bit her lip as her fingers ran over the bruising on his neck. She could hear the hiss that escaped his lips when she touched it and brought her hand back. “Sorry. I didn’t think it would hurt too badly. Looks like you aren’t going to heal as fast as we thought from those.”