DISCLAIMER: Why would I write this if I was RIB?
A Quick Post-Finale Moment
They've been here before. The hospital room, the screaming. There's something different about this time. Maybe it's because they're both prepared for it this time, so it's not as terrifying as it had been when they were sixteen.
Or maybe it's this time, they know without a doubt that their child is coming home with them, that they won't have to share them with anyone else.
"What's his name?" their daughter asks as she cradles her new brother for the first time.
"Hudson," Quinn murmurs, pulling the cloth-like white hospital blanket out of his little red face, "Hudson William Puckerman."
