Alright, so here's chapter two. Thanks to Miranda for betaing for me, and thanks so much for your reviews on the last chapter! They made me really happy! I hope you guys enjoy this one, and remember, reviews=love and I love to feel loved lol.
PS, umm Glee...tomorrow! I'm so excited!
Quinn walked into FJB's offices with a huge grin on her face and later than she had originally planned. She smiled at the front receptionist before getting into the elevator, heading up to their board room. They had a meeting scheduled for three to brief the staff on some major upcoming events and to see if they had any ideas for said events.
She waltzed into the boardroom and Rachel and Mercedes looked up from the files they were going over. From first glance Quinn could tell that it was for the Henderson wedding-which was a huge deal for them. It was going to be a roughly 600 people event.
"Well look who decided to grace us with her presence," Mercedes remarked dryly, not even really looking up from the fabric swatches she was studying.
Quinn rolled her eyes, dropping her purse onto the table and sitting down in the chair next to Rachel.
"Any new developments on this wedding?" Quinn asked as she picked up the guest list.
"They've narrowed down the menu selections. I just wish we could get them to choose a theme and colors. It'd make planning this thing so much easier," Rachel told her, turning to face her.
Quinn nodded and reached for the sample menus in Rachel's hands.
"Not so fast Quinn, what are you so happy about?" Rachel asked.
"Its a beautiful day, can't I just be happy?"
"Sure. But this isn't that kind of happy. I'm a little bit psychic remember?"
Mercedes laughed at Rachel's last remark. "Rach you're crazy. But you're right. What's up with you?"
Quinn bit her lip and studied the two women before her. She had technically wanted to wait until she saw a doctor (which she had called and set up an appointment for Friday when she and Puck were walking to their favorite little restaurant), but she knew that they wouldn't stop bugging her until she told them.
"Well, I took a pregnancy test today and I'm pregnant." The blond beamed.
Rachel squealed and launched herself into the blond's arms. "Is that why you took this morning off?" she asked.
Quinn nodded. "I went to the pharmacy, bought a test, told Puck, and came here."
"I'm so excited for you. Was Noah excited?" Rachel asked.
"He was estatic."
"That's so amazing. Congratulations!" Rachel exclaimed, hugging her again.
Quinn laughed and picked up the menu choices again.
"Congrats Quinn," Mercedes told Quinn smiling at her.
"Thanks Mercedes."
"Finn is going to be so excited," Rachel gushed, picking up more flower ideas.
"How are you going to tell Beth?" Mercedes asked.
Quinn felt her smile falter. They hadn't even thought of that.
It was after five when she let herself into her condo. It had been a long day, the staff meeting running longer than they had planned. Quinn walked by her phone and picked it up, punching in her voicemail code while falling back onto the couch.
"Hey Quinn, its me." Quinn smiled hearing Beth's voice on the answering machine. "Just wanted to tell you that we had our dance recital today and I won a medal. Mom was so proud and she said that you and Puck would be too. I can't wait for spring break to come see you guys and Finn and Rach and the kids. I'll talk to you later!"
"Q, its Santana, where the hell have you been? Brittany's been freaking out about how you haven't called in like three days. And when she freaks you know Milo does too. He is a fussy baby you know. Whatever, I told Britt I'd check up on you and I did. Call me back. I mean it Q. Bye."
"Its me, I'll be over at seven. Get some rest baby mama, I know you probably worked way too hard today after we had lunch. I'll bring food."
She checked the time on her cell phone. Six-fifty. She rolled herself off the couch, figuring she'd better change before Puck got there. She was tired of being in her dress and wanted to get comfortable.
"Quinn for the love of God I'm not gonna fucking say it again, lock your damn door!" Puck called, walking in.
She laughed and walked out of her bedroom in her light grey sweats and a pink tank top. "Don't make promises you won't keep Puck. What'd you bring me?" Quinn asked, eyeing the bags in his hand.
"Humor me while you're carrying my kid and lock the fucking door okay?"
"You know when 'your kid' is born you're going to have to stop swearing all the time."
"Whatever. Here I got your favourite from that italian place," he told her, handing her a takeout bag and making his way into her kitchen to grab them plates, forks, and a water for her and a beer for him.
Quinn smiled at him and opened the bag, starting to dish out her chicken alfredo onto one of her white plates. That was when the smell hit her. She dropped the container and bolted out of the kitchen, down the hall into the washroom where she emptied the contents of her stomach.
"Hey you okay?" Puck asked following her in, holding back her hair and then handing her a cup of water to rinse her mouth with.
Quinn nodded. "Sorry, the smell of the cream and butter together just really made me feel sick all of a sudden."
"Hey, don't apologize, totally not your fault."
Quinn smiled. "You're really sweet sometimes you know that."
Puck shook his head. "I'm not sweet Q. I'm a badass. A stud. I'm not sweet. Jesus woman are you trying to ruin my reputation?"
"And then you go and ruin it." Quinn laughed as she walked out of the bathroom. "Can you just, get rid of that pasta for me? Like bring it out to the garbage chute?"
"Sure what do you want instead?"
"I'll order us some Thai from up the street."
"Okay. So uh, that getting sick, isn't that only supposed to happen in the morning?"
Quinn laughed at Puck's naivety. "Nope, it can happen at all times. And if this one is anything like Beth was, it will."
"Fuck. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry. It'll go away. But uh…we need to figure out how to tell Beth."
"What do you mean figure out how to tell Beth? You go 'Hey Beth you're gonna have a new kid sister or brother.' What else would we say?"
"You are so insensitive sometimes its ridiculous. You're just lucky I've known you my whole life and know you don't actually mean it."
"How the fuck was that insensitive?"
Quinn raised her eyebrow at him. "Puck, we gave her up thirteen years ago. And yeah she knows we love her and we did it in her best interest but how do you think she's going to feel when we tell her we're having another kid together? It'll probably make her question why we didn't keep her in the first place. She'll probably think that we didn't think she was good enough. So we have to be gentle when we tell her. And you know, try not to break her heart."
"Oh. Fuck. Yeah, that makes sense. Maybe we should wait? See the doctor on Friday first, make sure everything is okay and that way it'll give us some time to think?"
"Good idea."
Friday afternoon rolled around faster than either one of them realized it would. They were sitting in the doctor's office. He was nervous, she could tell by the way he was wiggling his leg up and down. She was nervous too and she tucked her hair behind her ear for what felt like the millionth time since they'd walked in.
She looked around at all the women at various stages in their pregnancies and smiled before going back to her magazine.
"Ms. Fabray?" The receptionist called and Puck slipped his hand into her's as they followed the nurse back into the examining room.
She smiled at Quinn, handing her a blue gown before telling them that the doctor would be in shortly.
"Do you think we'll get to see the baby today?" Puck asked as she was changing into the gown behind a screen.
"I hope so. I mean it'll be small and we probably won't be able to make anything out without the help of a doctor, but I really hope we do."
Puck smiled at her as she came out from behind the screen and settled herself onto the table.
"Me too."
"Ms. Fabray, hello I'm Dr. Feldings," a petite red head announced breezing into the room.
"Quinn, please. And this is Noah Puckerman."
"Nice to meet you Noah. I'm assuming you're the father."
"Yes. And call me Puck please, everyone else does."
Dr. Feldings laughed lightly at him and smiled. "How have you been feeling Quinn?"
"Pretty good. Morning sickness at all hours but other than that okay."
"Is this your first pregnancy?"
"No, I had a baby girl thirteen years ago, but its been a while so I don't necessarily remember everything."
"Okay, I''m just going to check your blood pressure and everything then I'll fire up the sonogram machine and we'll see what it tells us."
"Sounds good," Quinn replied, smiling.
"Everything looks good," Dr. Feldings announced about ten minutes later. "Let's see how far along you are."
She felt Puck grab her hand and she smiled at him. A quiet sound filled the room.
"What is that? Is it normal?" Puck asked, looking worried.
Dr. Feldings smiled at the expectant father. "Its perfectly normal. That's your baby's heartbeat, nice and steady. Now if you look right here, that is your baby."
Quinn teared up at the image on the screen. Puck smiled softly at her and gently wiped the tear that had fallen.
"Everything looks great. Looking at this you're six weeks along Quinn, so that would make you due around January 15. Congratulations you guys. I'm going to go get printouts for you two and I'll be back with a prescription for some prenatal vitamins for you."
"Thank you," Quinn whispered, transfixed by the image on the screen.
Dr. Feldings smiled and quietly left the room leaving the expectant parents alone.
"Wow," Puck whispered squeezing her hand.
"I know."
"Thank you," he added, leaning over and kissing her forehead.
She smiled. This was everything she wanted.
"Six weeks along ladies!" Quinn grinned walking into Mercedes' deep red office an hour and a half later. After the appointment they had gotten lunch and stopped to fill her prescription for her prenatal vitamins.
Rachel jumped up from the chair she was sitting in, sending documents flying everywhere and threw her arms around the petite blond.
"This is so exciting!" she gushed.
Mercedes laughed. "Rachel, give her some space or you'll choke her. When you due?"
"January 15th. Wanna see pictures?"
"Yes!" Rachel all but yelled, taking her seat in front of Mercedes' desk.
Quinn laughed quietly to herself and fished the sonogram pictures out of her purse.
Rachel looked at them for a moment, a soft smile gracing her face.
"I want another one," she mused while Mercedes studied the pictures with a slightly confused look on her face.
Quinn laughed as Mercedes spoke up. "I don't see it."
She walked around the other side of the desk and leaned over Mercedes' shoulder. "See that right there?" Quinn asked, pointing to a small little circle in the picture.
"Yes…" Mercedes responded.
"That's the baby."
"Oh. Cool!" Mercedes said.
"You totally still don't see it do you?"
Mercedes laughed a little bit. "No."
"Don't worry, you probably will next time, it'll be bigger and easier to see."
"This is just so amazing," Rachel gushed, leaning back in her chair.
Quinn smiled and took a seat next to her. "I know. I just can't wait. We're calling Shelby tonight though."
"Oh?" Mercedes asked.
"Yeah we figured it was better to talk to her about it instead of just dumping it onto Beth."
"That's probably for the best," Rachel agreed.
Quinn looked at her ultrasound picture again. "I just hope she'll be okay with this."
"If she's not right away, she will be," Mercedes told her. "She's a smart kid, good head on her shoulders. She'll understand."
"Hello Quinn," Shelby said into the phone later that night.
"Puck too," Puck said. He was over at Quinn's and they were both sitting in the living room, each on a phone.
"Oh? You guys didn't forget that Beth has her ballet class until seven tonight did you?" Shelby asked, slightly confused.
"No actually, we needed to talk to you about something," Puck told her.
"Okay, what's up?" Shelby asked.
"So you know that I've been wanting to start a family for a while now right?" Quinn started.
"And me too. Well you might not of known that but I have," Puck added.
Shelby laughed quietly. "Yes?"
"Well, about two months ago we decided this was something we were going to do together. So six weeks ago we went and saw a fertility specialist and he inseminated me."
"So you're telling me that you're pregnant?" Shelby asked.
"Yes. And Puck is the father."
They heard Shelby let out a sigh. "Congratulations!" she offered. "How are you going to tell Beth?"
"That's what we're calling about," Puck told her.
"We were wondering if it would be okay if we came down and told her in person? Maybe take her to dinner and do it?"
"Tell my mom in the process," Puck added.
"What about Quinn's mom?" Shelby asked, trying to buy herself some time to think about it.
"Oh she already knows. Puck's mom hates me, that's why we've been putting it off."
"Oh, I see. Well I think it'd be a better idea if you tell her in person too. When were you planning on coming down?"
Puck shot Quinn a smile. "How does us driving up tomorrow sound to you?"