The past few days had been a blur of pure laziness in it's best form. Keegan kept trying to get himself to be active, to push Troian and Bentley into having more family adventures, but he had been too content to laze about the house and do nothing more than eat, sleep, and occasionally swim. It felt so nice to have a week off from work. It felt so nice to wake up when he wanted to, and not by his alarm blaring that it was 5 AM and he needed to get his ass into gear. No lines to memorize, no set to be on, no schedule, no fifty different camera angles...just pure laziness. There had been movie marathons and cuddle sessions and grocery store trips and it had been more relaxing than he imagined.

And with the news of Troian's pregnancy with their second child, his happiness had been kicked into overdrive. She was only six weeks but he was determined to make her have the easiest pregnancy possible. He insisted she stay in the bed and he served her breakfast, lunch, dinner. He was sure she was ready to scream with how much he was babying her but he couldn't help it. He didn't want her to have any stress. And he liked feeling useful. She wasn't even showing yet, but he knew she'd start soon enough and then she really would be begging him to help her out.

Standing over the stove, stirring the teabag, he heard Troian calling for him. From the shower. God, this was the best part of pregnancy. When Troian couldn't keep her hands off him? He loved it. Of course, it was a little inconvenient when she woke him up at 3 AM, telling him she wanted him now or when he was yanked into his dressing room after shirtless scenes on set but he was more than happy to oblige her frisky requests. He knew she wouldn't feel up to it soon so he was going to take as much as he could.

"Coming!" He yelled and turned off the stove, pouring the tea into her favorite mug and setting it on the counter. It'd probably need to be reheated when they were done but at least he had made it. And it didn't smell too bad. Ish. He took a small sip, licking his lips. That was some damn good tea.

This was it; she was finally going to take another step in her relationship with Quinn. Given, they had already once been intimate with each other, but that was out of immature and preconceived feelings for her. Now, was the real deal. She promised herself that their first time as a couple would be perfect. For Quinn, it had to be. Rachel knew that as a pregnant woman, Quinn often felt very insecure, questioning how she looked. Of course, Rachel would reassure her of her beauty and attractive qualities, but sometimes actions spoke louder than words. And in this case, that was especially relevant. Everything about this night had to be perfect, up to the setting. She was a bit of a romantic, swooning over romantic settings and gestures. This was an opportunity to do such as that, and she wasn't going to let it pass. Quickly she went to their room, shading the room with the curtains. Taking a few candles out, she lit them and lined them all around the border of the room, giving it an ambiance. She nodded, proud and content of what she had set up. Next was the music; she didn't want to act cliche, but she knew it would set the mood. Pressing the button on her stereo, an instrumental played, playing soothing, romantic music.