JQ: Hey guys! Just wanted to say thanks for reading! I'll do my best to keep up with the writing. Y'all are amazing and feedback is appreciated! Also shout out to the person who told me I spelled Barbra wrong, last chapter. Thanks for real! Happy reading all! JQ out.
02. 14. 2024
It was mandatory vacation for her, since Rachel went into labour 2 months prior to when she was supposed to be due. So far, as Shelby has heard, nothing with this pregnancy was going right. Shelby booked the first flight out to New York for herself and Beth.
Beth, not knowing how dangerous the situation was, was just excited to see her sister, Alice, and the new addition to their weird family. They were seated at their respective seats, in first class, ready to take off. Shelby had just got off the phone with a car rental company and Beth was currently on the phone with Kurt and Alice.
"Beth sweetie," Shelby gently nudged her in the shoulder, "you should hang up soon. We're about to take off." Beth nodded.
"Okay, uncle Kurt. Can you just hand the phone back over to Allie?...So she can say bye to her grandma." Beth nudged her mum back, to tease her. Shelby hated being referred to as 'grandma Shelley', but Alice loved it. Therefore, she had to love it by default. Once Alice was on the line, Beth handed the phone to Shelby.
"Hello?" Shelby asked, waiting for the squeaky little voice to break through the silence.
"Gammy Shelley?" Alice asked. Shelby's heart warmed, instantaneously.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"See you soon?"
"Yes, baby girl. We'll see you soon. Are you excited to meet the baby?" Shelby questioned her granddaughter.
"Yes...no...Maybe..." the two year old struggled to find her own reasoning, "I want baby sister...but she take my toys?" Shelby tried to hide her giggles. "Gammy, no funny! My toys is my toys!" the little girl was certainly obtaining Rachel's and Quinn's jealousy fast.
"Baby girl, sharing is caring. But then if the baby gets toys, they won't have to take yours." Shelby reasoned.
"Reasonable." Alice said, and Shelby laughed. "Bye, bye, Gammy!" after that she heard the phone hit the floor. Then she heard the stomping of boots getting closer, followed by the shrill of Kurt's voice.
"Alice, sweetie! We don't throw phones after we're done talking on them!" the call disconnected and Shelby went back to worrying about Rachel.
At the hospital, Quinn was freaking out. It started with just pain and then Rachel had to be brought to the ER. Within an hour, the doctor, who wasn't Santana (as Santana was performing birthing Rachel's child again) told her that Rachel went into labor, inexplicably. Due to the number of doctors and nurses that had to be in that room, Quinn had to stay outside. She was in tears.
It has been almost 12 hours, and apparently Rachel had just passed out.
"We have to do a C-section," Santana told Quinn. "I know that's not what y'all wanted, but it's what y'all is getting, so just chill okay? I'll come get you every time I switch procedures." She was going to say tools, but that would've made Quinn freak out. "She's fine, she's just asleep. I've got this okay? Q?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I'm so worried, San." Quinn collapsed onto the chair. She began to sob. "This...this pregnancy just...it's been hard for her...we almost lost the baby twice...TWICE, SAN! And now, I could lose both of them." Quinn was hysterical, "I can't...San that can't happen."
"And it won't, I swear." Santana hugged Quinn. "Now I'm gonna go in there, now. I'm gonna deliver that kid, and then we are going to buy Rachel and Britt a shit load of chocolates because it's now Valentines day." Quinn's eyes snapped back up, to meet Santana's.
"It's Valentine's?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, bitch. I just said that."
"FUCK!" Quinn began to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Santana asked.
"I promised Allie something for Valentines," Quinn shoved Santana towards the double doors. "Now go deliver my fucking child, or I'll snap your neck."
"That's my girl." Santana saluted with a smirk. She then went into the delivery room, and silently prayed that all would go well, after this.
After arriving to her and Rachel's townhouse, Quinn told Kurt, Blaine and Britt to head over to the hospital.
"I'll take Allie. I promised her something special for Valentines." Quinn explained. The three of them nodded, in understanding.
"She's in the kitchen, eating sorbet." Blaine said, as he slipped on his jacket.
"Has she eaten lunch?" Quinn asked. The three of them looked at one another.
"Don't tell Rach." Kurt instructed, pointedly. "She flashed that damn 'Rachel' smile, and she fluttered her damn eyes, and I was gone." Kurt sighed. Brittany patted him on the back.
"That's usually what happens." Quinn shrugs her shoulders. What could she say? Her daughter was a force to be reckoned with, when she wanted to be. Unfortunately for Quinn...that happened often. "I'll see you guys later. Now if you'd excuse me...I have a special date with a special little lady." she locked the door behind them, and then she made her way to the kitchen. She then saw her little girl eating sorbet and watching cartoons on the mac book pro, which Judy gave her.
It was easy to see that Alice looked like Quinn, but anyone that saw her could see that Rachel was ever so present in the little girl. It was quite apparent that the girl will have Rachel's bone structure. Her nose was like Quinn's except a little longer.
Alice noticed her mother enter the kitchen and she smiled. Quinn melted a little, on the inside. Her smile...Definitely Rachel's, Quinn thought. Alice jumped down, off the island stool, and ran over to Quinn.
"Hi, mommy!" Alice greeted. "You taking me to surprise now?" Quinn giggled. She loved this little girl to the moon and back. Quinn nodded.
"But of course, my princess."
Back at the hospital, in the delivery room, Santana was having a major issue. The baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around its torso and neck. Santana smiled a little, now knowing that the baby was a girl. But she stopped her train of thought. She had to work fast.
"LET'S GET A MOVE ON, YOU LAZY BITCHES! THIS IS MY NEICE, RIGHT HERE. IF SHE'S A GONER, I'M GOING TO MURDER EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU SORRY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Santana ordered some people to take her place, so she could take care of Rachel, as her heartbeat just started to speed up. "Dammit, Hobbit; why are you and this kid so fucking stubborn?"Once Santana got Rachel's heartbeat steady, someone shouted at her.
"WE GOT THE BABY, LOPEZ!"
"DID YOU GET THE CORD OFF?" before he could answer, she turned to a few other people. "FATTY, FOUR EYES, AND MILD ANNOREXIA, GO SEW UP THIS SHIT!" she pointed to Rachel's opened stomach. They stumbled over one another, trying to get to work.
"YES, M'AM!" they said, although slightly insulted. Santana went back to the doctor that had the baby. She could see that the cord was gone.
"YES, BUT SHE'S NOT RESPONSIVE!"
"THEN GET HER TO THE OTHER ROOM, YOU DUMBASS!" he began to run, and she double checked Rachel, before she followed him. "Ay Dios Mio..." she said to herself.
Quinn was wearing a grey pea coat, a green scarf, and a white beanie. She giggled, as she looked at Alice. Alice was wearing a grey faux-fur coat, a blue scarf, a white tuque and pink mittens. It was blatantly obvious that she was trying to copy Quinn.
They were strolling through New York. The February air, stinging their cheeks, but they loved it. It was their home. Looking around, Quinn noted why Rachel loved this place. Even on a cold ass morning, there was life peeking out from every corner.
"Where is we going, Mommy?" Alice asked. "I thoughts we was going to see Momma."
"We will, baby..." Quinn said, doubting her own words, "I just want to show you something."
"Is it my special Valentine's story?" Alice asked, her brown eyes beaming.
"Yes. Yes it is." Quinn took Alice's mitten covered hand in hers. She led her to a small little alley way. They slipped in through a back door. Alice tried to read the sign, out loud.
"Puck...er...man...Poob?" Alice sounded it out, and Quinn laughed.
"No, sweetie; Puckerman's Pub. This is one of uncle Puck's bars." Quinn explained. Puck wasn't here, at the moment, but his staff let them in. He was waiting at the hospital, for Shelby and Beth.
"Momma says this place has poison drinks." Alice stated, suddenly looking very upset that Quinn would defy Rachel's 'anti-poison' rule. Quinn smiled.
"Yes, but it's only poison for little girls." Alice suddenly looked terrified. "Don't worry, baby, Mommy's just going to tell a story."
"Mmm...kay!" Alice said.
"Go sit in that chair, baby girl." Quinn pointed to a table, right in front of the dance floor, parallel to the karaoke stage. Alice obeyed, and rushed over to it. She sat patiently, as Quinn mounted the stage. She turned to face Alice.
"She was right here." Quinn told her. "Momma was standing right here, when I knew."
"When you knows what?" Alice was curious.
"When I realized that I wanted her to be with me, forever." Quinn eyed the microphone, and smiled. "She was singing 'tonight I'm loving you', by Enrique Iglesias. The clean version, of course. She was singing, and I remembered why I loved her. She had just broken up with...Brady? Brawn? Brian?"
"BRODY!" one of the staff members called out.
"NO ONE CARES, KARL!" Karl held up his hands, in mock surrender. He laughed some more before tending the tables. "Anyway..." Quinn continued, "I wanted to tell her how I felt, and I realized that if I didn't say anything...she'd find someone else. So I had to make my move. When she was done her song, I came up here. At the time, there was a piano, but now it's gone."
"Where the piano?" Alice asked.
"Uh..." Quinn didn't want to tell her that story yet. "...That's for next time. Well, I came up here...and I sang 'Lego House', by Ed Sheeran. After our little party, she asked me why I chose the song. I looked right into her eyes and said: I want to forget our past, and start working on our future." Quinn hopped off the stage, and ran to her daughter. "And then I asked her to go on a date with me."
"I liked that story, Mommy." Alice told her, wrapping her in a warm hug. Quinn sighed, into the embrace.
"Me too, baby." She kissed Alice at the top of her head. "I love you."
"I love you, more!" Alice giggled.
Quinn was about to debate that, but she heard her phone's text tone. She pulled it out, and read the message.
Santana: You owe me five lives. You have a girl. Hobbit is fine.
Quinn felt tears roll down her cheeks. She silently thanked God for Santana, and her beautiful family.
"Let's go see Momma, little girl."
"Kay!"
Fifteen.
Fifteen hours in labor. Rachel felt like murdering the person who invented a way to allow lesbians have biological children. If it wasn't so tempting...I wouldn't have done it, Rachel thought. But it was possible. The teeny tiny baby in her arms, weighing three and a half pounds, with dark brown hair, pale skin was all the persuasion she needed. There were small tubes attached to her, giving her all her nutrients. She was, after all, premature by 2 months. They would have to wait at least a month, before they were allowed to take her home. Rachel didn't give a damn. Her second baby girl was safe and alive, against the many odds. She kissed the baby.
"You're perfect." Rachel whispered, to her newborn daughter.
A few minutes later, the whole family was there, admiring the baby girl and praising Santana for her delivery expertise. Santana's response was that it was the last time she was going to deliver, off the clock.
"Connie." Quinn stated. Everyone looked at her with shock.
"I've never really heard that name." Tina said.
"It sounds like an old person's name." Brittany stated. Sam and Puck nodded, in agreement.
"What?" Quinn asked, "I think it's pretty."
"What Quinn isn't saying is that she had a phase where she listened to 50's and 60's pop music. Connie Francis was her favorite, in college." Rachel explained. Everyone laughed.
"Thanks, Rach."
"Anytime, love." Rachel looked at her daughters, in a small chair. Alice was holding 'Connie', and Beth was making sure Alice was doing it properly. "Connie is a perfect name, Quinn. And her middle name should be Valentina."
"That's a killer name," Sam said, "Connie Valentina Fabray..." as he pretended to be imagining her name in lights, everyone laughed. They also agreed it was a suitable name.
"I don't" Puck said. "I think after all the shit she's been through, and she ain't even a day old, is enough to have a name that means 'Lucky'." everyone pondered this, and they quickly agreed.
"But they can't just say 'Connie Lucky'." Santana said. "It sounds like poor grammar."
"They can keep Valentina, and add lucky." Mike suggested.
"Wait..." Quinn said, "Rach, what's that Jewish phrase for 'good luck'?"
"Mazel tov?" Rachel asked, with a raised eyebrow. Quinn nodded.
"Buzz a nurse, and hand me a pen!" she instructed.
When the pen and birth certificate entered the room, Quinn wrote the name down. Quinn just remembered a name that she had found on a Hebrew baby naming website, just 3 days prior. It meant lucky and it was a pretty and unique name. "Behold!" She then threw it on the small table, in the center of the room. Everyone smiled at the name.
Connie Mazella – Valentina Fabray