Noah "Puck" Puckerman collapsed on top of his bed. His face buried deep within his comforter. His body ached from fatigue. He contemplated leaving his face that way until he suffocated. But the wails of an angry infant newborn forced him to get up once again. He had just gotten his daughter back to sleep, he could not understand why she was awake yet again.
He slowly trudged down the hall and into his daughter Elizabeth's nursery. He wanted to simply name her Beth but Quinn had decided to Elizabeth with Beth as her nickname. He figured since she had carried the baby and gave birth to her she deserved that much. Beth was in his mother's arms when he walked into the room. She looked up at him with sympathetic eyes.
"Get some rest Noah. I got this one." Puck did not have to be told twice. But before he left he walked over to his mom and kissed her on the cheek. He kissed Beth's forehead and then he was gone.
Beth was a little over three months old and had not mastered sleeping through the night yet. Puck had long forgotten what it was like to have a full night's sleep to go on. Beth had colic which made her almost unbearable to live with. Puck and Quinn had learned that early on. Quinn couldn't take the constant pressure of taking care of a newborn baby and took off the first chance she got. She had an aunt who lived in California who agreed to take her in.
As Puck lay back down in his bed he could not help but let his resentment for Quinn boil to the surface. She should be there with him taking care of their daughter. They should be splitting the all night feedings and taking turns changing diapers. It was Quinn after all who decided to keep the baby. She had been the one who had convinced him that Beth's place was with her birth family and not some strangers. She told him that any parents who adopted their baby could never love her the way they could and at the time he had believed her. He was so eager to show people that he could be a better father than his own dad was he did not taking into consideration how much work having a baby really was.
He should have made Quinn stick to the plan. Or maybe he should have gone through with the adoption after Quinn left him. But it was too late now. He loved Beth too much to give her up now. She was all he ever thought about. The only person he ever truly could say he actually loved.
As he drifted off to sleep he could not help but think of all the things he had been called in his life. The Bad-Boy ... or Casanova ... A Player ... Single dad at the young age of seventeen is not one he could have predicted. But one thing that he could be certain of is that his life would never be the same again.