Quinn was sleeping on the couch of Finn's living room. Finn was watching the end of a football game, trying not to cheer too loud for his favourite team. He glanced over at the beautiful woman sleeping in his home, and smiled. He was so lucky to have such a wonderful woman, and she was having his baby. He would have carried her to bed, but he was not sure it was safe, so he decided to go into his bed room and retrive a blanket. He noticed his bed was pretty messy, so he tried to straighten up, and as he got a pillow for Quinn, he noticed something under it.
It was the baby blanket he had given her. She sleeps with it under her pillow? he thought, and grinned a little. It was dark, but he thought he felt something on it. He decided to take it out along with Quinn's bed things.
He entered the living room, and placed the blanket on Quinn's sleeping frame. He put the pillow next to her head, daring not to move her. Then, he looked at the baby blanket.
In small, beautiful embroidery, was a single word.
Drizzle.