Hey guys. It's me again. This is a fic based loosely (quite loosely) on the song When You Love Someone by James TW. It's also AU, not based on their relationship during Glee at all, really. This is my first multichaper fic. I hope you enjoy it.

Some love stories have happy endings. Some don't. Sometimes you have to wait and see.

Perfect Beginnings

Three (ish) Years Ago:

Sometimes, people fall into relationships that seem almost too perfect. The people seem to fit together too perfectly. The happiness seems to intense. The love seems too strong. That described Sam and Quinn Evans perfectly.

They'd known each other for seven years, and at 26 and 27, they were welcoming their first baby. They had the type of family that people dreamed about. Sam, a high school physical education teacher and football coach, had met the love of his life, a kindergarten teacher, when they were both studying education. And now, laying in bed with their labrador retriever, Hank, they looked like a modern day Norman Rockwell painting.

"Do you think he'll hate me?" Quinn asked, her hands roaming absently over her growing belly. He would be here in a little less than two months, and she had recently started doubting herself so much that Sam was in a constant state of telling her how incredible she was.

He quirked an eyebrow at her and put a hand next to hers on her belly. He loved feeling the little bumps and nudges of the little life they had created. "I don't think anyone, ever, like in the whole wide world, could ever hate you," he said. He meant that - with all the sincerity in his heart, he meant it. Sam loved. That was his greatest virtue and his most devastating flaw. He loved too deeply, too quickly, and with too much forgiveness.

Quinn looked over at him, her hazel eyes lit with the fires of love and motherhood. "You're the sweetest man," she said quietly. She sighed softly, and wordlessly moved Sam's hand lower on her belly, guiding him to feel their son's little feet kicking away. "But I think you've passed your love of football to our son, and at this point, I'm not sure I approve.." she teased, wrinkling her nose at the feeling.

Sam felt so proud any time he felt little nudges and kicks from their little guy. When they'd found out it was a boy, he'd walked around with his chest all puffed out for like, two straight days. He'd told everyone he knew until he felt certain they were tired of hearing it. "I can't believe he'll be here so soon.." he said softly, leaning down to kiss her belly gently. In that moment, they were totally okay. There was no reason not to be. They were perfectly in love, and with a perfect, beautifully pregnant wife, Sam only had reasons to be happy.

"I don't know if I can do this…." Quinn mumbled in between deep breaths. She'd woken him up at exactly 5:31 that morning, poking him and telling him to help. The night before they'd done what they did best; they'd explored one another with hands and lips that worked under the direction of love and passion. They knew that soon, the baby would be there and they would be free from adult activities while she healed. They also knew that it could induce labor, and she wasn't totally against that since her due date had come and gone two days ago.

When she woke him up, he saw that the bed was wet. "My water broke.." she said plainly. She didn't seem nervous or scared or panicked. She was calm, like always. Sam, on the other hand, jumped out of bed with a pounding heart and a racing mind. She'd told him to "calm down because you're making me nervous." They'd shared their last kiss at the door as a family of two.

Now, she dilated to 10 and they were prepping her for delivery. Now, the panic, fear, and nervousness was settling in. "I'm tired," she whispered, her lip quivering slightly. Sam's heart broke for her in that moment, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead gently.

"I know, but you're gonna do so great, I know it," he said, giving her a reassuring lopsided grin.

At 4:58 p.m., their lives changed forever. Sam heard Quinn cry out as he watched their little guy slide from her body into their world. He was covered in gloopy stuff, and he was kind of purply red, but he was beautiful. So, so beautiful. They quickly placed him on Quinn's chest and everything happened so quickly. Cut cord. Wipe him off. Whisk him away. Bring him back. Listen to him cry. Try to feed him.

Then, almost as quickly as it happened, the commotion was over. They were alone with their little man. He was eating perfectly, and his chubby cheeks were enough to make Sam want to cry. He was perfect. Again, their life seemed like something straight from a magazine.

They named him Elijah James Evans. Eli. He was perfect. Life was perfect.

Babies, Babies

After Eli was born, things only got better. They spent their days kissing him and kissing each other. He was the sweetest, chubbiest, happiest little baby. So, neither of them was upset, shocked, or unprepared for the fact that when he was almost 18 months old, Quinn found out she was pregnant.

For the coming months, they spent all of their time Eli proofing the house and prepping for baby number two. Sam fondly remembered one particular evening when Quinn was almost six months pregnant, and Eli was just days away from his second birthday.

One of their favorite things to do as a family was snuggle at night time. Post bath time snuggles became a nightly tradition. On this particular night, Eli was dressed in dinosaur pajamas, his hair messy from his bath. He was sandwiched between Sam and Quinn, whose belly was growing fast to accommodate their little girl. Eli was a curious, smart little man.

"Where's your belly button?" Sam asked, quizzing him on his body parts. Eli knew that one right away, poking his belly. Sam grinned and nodded. "That's right!" he said. "How about mama's belly button?" he asked. Eli giggled and pointed to Quinn's belly, showing him the little pregnancy induced popped out belly button.

Quinn gave a small, playful frown. "Don't encourage him to point to that.." she said, laughing and gently pushing Eli's hand away. "Where's your toes?" she asked. Eli knew that too, and he pointed to his toes. He scooted closer to her and puckered his lips, wanting kisses. She gave him a kiss and then looked to Sam.

"I hope it's always like this…" she said quietly.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "What do you mean? Like what?" he questioned, pushing some of Eli's wild hair back away from his forehead. Sometimes his hair seemed untamable.

"Perfect," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He's just so perfect. And you're perfect. And I know she's perfect. And I just hope that we can always have night time snuggles and kisses.." she said softly.

Sam grinned a little. "I'm sure we will. I don't imagine any of this changing.." he said, watching Eli poke Quinn's belly. He had no idea how quickly things could change.

11 Months Ago:

Three months to the day after their snuggles, their worlds changed again. Quinn woke up achy, so they sent Eli off to spend the day with his grandparents. They, of course, didn't hesitate at all to take their grandson for as long as they needed to. Sam had kissed his mom's cheek to thank her, knowing that when he returned, he'd be the father to a little girl, too. The pregnancies made him appreciate his mom more.

For the rest of the day, they just rested together, talking about what they thought their daughter would look like, how they thought Eli would react, and placing playful bets on her time of birth.

"I think she'll have your eyes. I hope she'll have your eyes.." Sam said, looking at Quinn. Her eyes always looked like they were being lit up by imaginary flames that lived inside her - green, with golden flecks.

As he finished his sentence, she took his hand and closed her eyes, breathing deeply through her contraction. When she opened her eyes, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I think we should go…" she said softly. He knew to trust her. It was her body. So, he got the last bag to put in the car and led her out.

Sure enough, they had been at the hospital for less than twenty minutes when their little girl came rushing into the world. It was a whirlwind of doctors, nurses, Quinn's groans, and then baby cries. But when he saw her, the world seemed to stand still. She was perfect. Even newborn, she had the smoothest, softest, most perfect skin. She was petite. A total princess.

They'd decided on Emma. Emma Josephine. Quinn had decided her middle name. Ironically, her initials matched Eli's. That hadn't been intentional, but it seemed kind of perfect. Another piece to their perfect puzzle.

Emma was a perfect baby, too. Never fussy, always ready for cuddles. Eli loved her so much. Their family was like something out of an Old Navy ad, really. All blonde. All beautiful.

And that brings us to today.