Chapter 1
The longer Puck stared at her beautiful face, the more he knew that they'd done the right thing. They were happy now, in their amazing apartment, over-looking the busy city of New York. They had the most perfect, most lovely baby girl anyone could've asked for. They were the luckiest people in the world. He watched as Quinn's chest rose and fell gently as she breathed, the way that her lips would curve up every so often, making it obvious that she was dreaming. Her luscious golden curls splayed out across the pillow behind her head, making her look like a sleeping angel. No, she didn't look like an angel, she was an angel. They say that angels don't exist. Oh, how very wrong they were! Quinn stirred slightly, muttering softly in her sleep.
"No, it's okay honey; I'll do it."
Puck sighed. She was obviously dreaming about one of their everyday conversations. She was stressed, she just wouldn't admit it. Every day, whenever Puck tried to help out with something, like change Beth's nappy, Quinn would always bustle in and take over, despite his protest, and tell him to "go and put your feet up for a bit!" Huh! 'Cause he didn't do enough of that already! They hardly ever got to spend time with each other, as Beth seemed to take up most of their (namely Quinn's) time. It didn't bother Puck, of course! He loved his baby girl more than anything in this entire world (besides Quinn). It was just that this whole parenting thing was a hell of a lot more than either of them had expected it to ever be. They had babysat that one time for Mr Schue's nephews; but they'd been older than Beth. Young, but still old enough to be responsible for their own actions. Babies, on the other hand, were a lot more reliable on adults. And besides, Puck and Quinn had only just turned adults, 18, themselves! It was hard, but Puck knew, deep down in his heart, that they had done the right thing. Not just for Beth, but for them, too. They had given themselves a chance at a happy and strong life, filled with complete and utter perfection. It was perfect. Who was Puck kidding? Nothing, nobody, was perfect, he knew that! But he knew that they were so close…
Puck shut his eyes as his girlfriend snuggled into him more, wrapping her arm tighter around his waist. He smiled, nuzzling his face into her head, and breathing deeply in the delicious scent of her strawberry shampoo. Maybe life in general wasn't perfect, but some moments could be. And he knew that this moment in time, right here, right now, was one of those moments. Nothing that anyone said, nor did, could stop Puck from loving Quinn or his daughter. Nothing could tear him away from Quinn or Beth. Nothing could ever tear him away from the one thing that meant the world to him… his family...