"Stop the car," she said urgently.
"What? Why?"
"I'm gonna be sick," she answered weakly.
"But babe we're on the highway, I can't just stop."
"Oh my God Puck, do you want to clean puke off your seats? I'm serious, stop the car."
Puck's foot hit the brake immediately as he slowed his truck, and then guided it to the shoulder of the highway. The car had barely even stopped when Quinn threw open the passenger side door and jumped outside.
Sinking to her knees near the tree line, she leaned forward and before she knew it, her lunch was lying in the grass. It was moments like these when she swore to herself she would never get pregnant ever again. Quinn barely noticed Puck kneel down behind her to hold her hair back from her face. This had become a somewhat regular occurrence, so by then Puck knew the drill.
He was glad she couldn't see his face. No matter how many times this happened, he would never be used to it. He tried to keep his mind off of the queasiness in his own stomach.
After what seemed to Puck like hours, Quinn finally sat back on her heels, wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. She rested her other hand lightly on her small baby bump.
"Done?" he asked hesitantly.
"For now," she said wearily. "Do you have any pop in your car? Or anything that would help settle my stomach?"
"I'll check," Puck said, jumping up and striding toward his struck. Sometimes he'd leave half-empty soda cans in the cup holder, but no such luck today. He opened the glove compartment and dug around for any food item he might have shoved in there.
"Find anything?" Quinn asked, now standing near the truck.
"Just this," Puck said, turning and holding a lollipop out in front of her.
"A lollipop?" she questioned, raising her right eyebrow. "That would probably make me feel worse."
"Sorry, that's all I have," Puck said with a shrug. "So, you don't want it?" he added, thinking to himself that strawberry was his favorite flavor.
"Give it here," Quinn said, holding out her hand and rolling her eyes.
"You good to get back in the car?" Puck asked as he handed Quinn the candy.
"Let's find out," Quinn said as she unwrapped the lollipop. She stuck it in her mouth, then climbed back into the truck.
They stayed put on the side of the road for a few minutes longer, just to make sure Quinn was okay to ride again.
"I think this is actually helping," said a surprised Quinn, holding the lollipop in her hand. "I think we can start driving."
"You know, if you don't feel up to shopping, we can just go home," Puck said, starting the car and putting it into gear. "Plenty to do there." He winked at Quinn, bringing a shy smile to her face.
"You wish," she said with a chuckle. "You're not getting out of this that easily." She bit what remained of the candy off the stick and began to chew it. Who knew a lollipop could do the trick? "I feel just fine now. Besides, you owe me something at the mall," she said with a playful smile.
As he pictured her kneeling by the side of the road puking her guts out, he knew she was right.
"Anything you want, babe."
