A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews/alerts/favorites. They have been much-appreciated, especially because I've just kind of been messing around trying to get my writing groove back. As always, Glee sadly does not belong to me.

The persistant tapping of tiny fingers on her knee broke Rachel out of the haze of working her way through a stack of bills at the kitchen table. "Yes baby?" she sighed, frowning at the cable bill.

"Mooommmmy." The tapping continued at a more frenetic pace.

Rachel sighed and turned sideways in her char to face her son. David peered up at her through a mess of dark curls. "Mommy, Uncle Mike and Daddy are fighting again. I just want to play the race game and they keep talking." He paused for a second before gesturing at Rachel to lean down so he could whisper into her ear. "And Daddy said a bad word. He tried to be quiet, but I heard it!"

"Seriously, again?" Rachel muttered. It scared her sometimes how much more mature her son was than the allegedly grown man she called her husband. Closing her laptop, Rachel followed him out of the kitchen and into the living room. David scrambled up onto the couch and stared at his mother expectantly as Rachel turned so she was standing in front of the monstrosity of a television. Puck had insisted on purchasing the damn thing the day after she told him that they were expecting again ("Babe, if I'm going to be sitting up in the middle of the night again with a baby, I want to be able to watch Sportscenter on a 65" Plasma while I'm doing it." "That's cute that you think that you're going to be the one getting up.")

"Dude. My house, my choice." Puck stretched an arm out to take a sip of beer and lazily scratched his back. "Give it up idiot."

Mike glared at him. "But you got first choice last time. It's my turn."

Rolling her eyes, Rachel grabbed one of the controllers off the table and wordlessly sank down onto the arm of the couch. Pushing a few buttons, she nodded with a smirk and handed the controller down to David.

"There. Now neither of you children gets to be Princess Peach. Now for the sake of my son's entertainment and my own sanity, would you two idiots just play the game do I can get my work done?" She hefted herself up and headed back toward the kitchen, stopping only to smack Puck lightly on the side of the head. "Stop swearing," she muttered through gritted teeth.

Puck leaned his head backwards over the top of the couch and stared at his wife. "Geez Rach. You're lucky that you're cute when you're bossy." Blowing her a kiss, he grabbed his controller from the cushion next to him and unpaused the game. "Dibs on Wario!"

"Aw come on Puck. You know he's my second favorite!"