Three minutes. Three minutes of waiting. Three minutes that would change her and her husband's lives.

Quinn Fabray-Evans looked down at the pregnancy test in her lap as the three minutes ended with a shrill beep from her phone. Taking a deep breath, she flipped it over.

Positive.

Two little pink lines.

A baby.

Pregnant.

She and Sam had wanted to have a baby for a long time now, having spent many nights discussing how much fun it would be to have a little blonde-haired, hazel eyed baby of their own to love and nurture. Sure, Quinn had had Beth back in high school. But Quinn hadn't seen Beth for years, not after what she and Puck tried to do to Shelby to make her seem like a bad mother. What Quinn and Sam really wanted was a baby of their own, made from their love.

"And now we're getting you," Quinn murmured, lightly touching her stomach. She couldn't wait to tell Sam. After standing up and washing her hands, Quinn took the pregnancy test into the living room, where Sam sat on the couch watching a football game. Typical man, she thought to herself, shaking her head fondly. She loved him, though, even when he watched football for hours, because he'd always treat her like a princess after the game was over. To make up for ignoring her when he watched Peyton Manning, he'd make her dinner, or give her a massage, or sometimes take her out to her favorite restaurant. And she loved that he cared that much.

As she went over to him, she thought of what she would say in her head. Sitting down beside him, she snuggled close and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, wrapping his arm around her and kissing the top of her head.

"Hey," she whispered. "Can we talk about something? Or should I wait until after the game?"

"No, we can talk now," he said, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. "I hated the teams that were playing anyway. What's up, buttercup?"

She smiled a little at the nickname. "Sam, what's the one thing we've wanted for a long time, more than anything else?"

"Superbowl tickets?" He guessed. "Cause, seriously, babe, if you got those, I'd be, like, the happiest dude ever."

She giggled. "No, not Superbowl tickets. What else?"

"A vacation? I'm all for going to Florida to see your parents..."

"You just want to go to Florida for Disney World," she teased. "No, we're not going on vacation. Keep guessing."

After a few more guesses of things like getting another dog, despite the fact that they already had a golden retriever, and renewing their wedding vows, which Quinn thought would be awesome, he finally guessed right.

"A baby?" He questioned.

Quinn smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

"What about it?"

"Well..." She held out the pregnancy test. "I'm pregnant."

Sam froze, and then a smile broke out over his big trouty lips. "A baby?! I'm gonna be a daddy?!

Quinn smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, you are!"

Sam laughed and got up, pulling her up with him to pick her up and spin her around, both of them laughing. After a moment, he set her down and looked into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"A baby," he breathed.

"A baby," she repeated.

"Wow... We're gonna be parents, Q..."

"We're gonna be parents, Sammy," she whispered.

He brought his hand up to her face and cupped it gently, lightly stroking his thumb over her cheek.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

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Three weeks later
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Quinn and Sam sat in the doctor's office, Quinn giggling as Sam lightly poked her belly, which was just slightly protruding from it's usual flatness. Sam was obsessed with this little baby bump; it was tiny, but it was there, and it was their baby.

"You're just obsessed with that little bump, aren't you?" Quinn asked, smiling affectionately at her husband.

"Yes," he replied, rubbing the bump carefully. "It's our baby in there."

She smiled. "This is pretty crazy, huh?"

He nodded. "But awesome," he chuckled.

The nurse came out to the waiting room and called her name, so Quinn stood up and took Sam's hand. "You can cuddle with Peanut when we get home," she giggled, giving the bump a smile.

"I'm holding you to that promise, Mrs. Evans," the two of them went back into the exam room, Quinn sitting on the table as the nurse checked her vitals and said that the doctor would be in in a minute.

Quinn looked over at Sam and flashed a smile. "Can I ask you something?"

He nodded. "Sure, baby, shoot."

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"Personally, I think I'd like a girl. Most guys want a boy, but I want a little princess to spoil just like I do her momma."

Quinn giggled and Sam came over from his chair to kiss her. Mid-kiss, Quinn's OB-GYN, Doctor Patricia Marcelo, came into the room."Well, seems I'm interrupting a little something here," the middle aged, dark haired woman laughed.

Quinn and Sam pulled away reluctantly."Sorry," Quinn apologized, laughing.

"Don't worry about it, happens all the time," she said.

"Now, Quinn, your vitals are looking good and you're getting a little bump, I see, which is also really good. You're about two months along now, so that puts your due date as March fourth." Quinn and Sam exchanged a grin."And today," the doctor continued. "You two get to hear this little one's heartbeat and see him or her for the first time."

"When do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" Sam asked.

"At your next appointment, which should be about two months from now if all goes well. That should be about the time you'll actually start to feel movement, as well."

Quinn smiled brightly. "Great."

"So, guys, ready to see your baby?"

They both nodded eagerly. Dr. Marcelo chuckled and set up the ultrasound machine. Quinn carefully adjusted her shirt and waistband of her skirt so that her bump was visible, and the doctor squirted the cold gel on it. Quinn shivered slightly. Sam flicked off the lights at the doctor's request, and then the doctor moved the sensor across Quinn's belly until a picture came on the screen and a 'thump-thump-thump' sound echoed through the room.

Tears instantly came to Quinn's eyes."Is that..?"

"Yep, that's your baby," she pointed to the picture. "Here's a head, and an arm over here."

Quinn reached up and wiped her tears away. "Wow," she whispered.

Sam was speechless. That was his baby. His. Hers. Theirs. They'd made that out of love.

"I'll print you guys some copies," the doctor said, leaving the room to give them a moment.

"Quinn... That's our baby," he said. She nodded tearfully. "Yeah."

"Don't cry, sweetheart," he said.

"I'm just so... So happy," she smiled.

"Me, too," he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, careful not to squish her.

The doctor came back in with the pictures and a video recording of the ultrasound with the heartbeat. "Here you go, guys. You can schedule your next appointment on the way out. I'll see you in about two months."

Quinn smiled, reaching up to wipe her eyes as Sam carefully cleaned the goo off her belly with paper towels. "Thank you," she said. "So, we'll be able to find out the gender at the next appointment?"

Dr. Marcelo nodded. "Yes. So, I'll be seeing you then."

Quinn smiled and thanked her, before she and Sam left to schedule their appointment. After they were scheduled to come in almost two months later to the day, they went out to the car, and Sam looked lovingly at Quinn.

"I love you so much, Quinn. And thank you so much for giving me our baby."

"I love you, too, Sam. With all my heart. And I'm so grateful to be able to give you this baby."