AN: .God. I am such a jerk. I write two chapters and then I leave you hanging! Btw, I am soooo sorry. I just lost interest with this story and was kinda lost on what to write next. Anyway, this chapter's kinda short but it's good. I think. But enjoy! And don't forget to REVIEW!

To Reader's of Need: I'm lost with Need but I haven't given up on it yet. Actually, I think I just came up with an idea. I'm really sorry for anything who liked it and I promise I'll try to write a new chapter and post it. But if any of you have any ideas, feel free to PM me.

As the weeks progressed, everything just got better and better. It seemed that the baby inside of her pulled her and Sam even closer and gave off an atmosphere of happiness. They barely ever fought and Sam's hand was practically glued to her stomach, even though there were barely any visible signs that she was pregnant and the baby wasn't supposed to kick for months. Even during the night, he sometimes slept with his head on her stomach. They were so happy and joyful until that night when everything came crashing down.

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She woke up early that day feeling fine. She hadn't thrown up in weeks, even though she still felt nauseous sometimes. As her eyes slowly opened, a slant of light slipped through the curtains and shone on the wall. She was laying on her back with Sam's head on her barely-there baby bump. He was facing away from and from the soft snores emitting from him, she could tell he was asleep. She was so peaceful at that moment, with the soft early morning light and her husband's head resting where inside, their child grew. She absentmindedly began to play with Sam's hair, being careful not to wake him from his slumber. She thought about their baby and how un-expectedly they had come. She wasn't exactly sure when the baby had been "created" but she suspected the night when Sam and her met up with some friends at a bar and had come home severely drunk. Really, she didn't care when he or she had been made, just that he or she had been made. It was too early to tell whether the baby was a boy or a girl but the element of surprise of finding out when they were born might be exciting. Secretly, she wished for a girl, wanted someone to dress in little cute dresses and play dolls with some day but she thought Sam wanted a boy, for obvious reasons.

During her thinking, it seemed Sam had woken up, unknown to her. She broke from her thoughts when Sam had reached up and grabbed her hand and turned over so he was facing her. He kissed each of her fingertips and gazed at her happily. He smiled softly and she returned it.

"Good morning, wife." He said cheerfully, his eyes amused.

"Good morning, husband." She replied in the same tone and sat up. He moved off of her. She kissed him softly on the lips and for a moment, they just sat, close together and gazing at each other. He leaned forward to kiss her and this time it was a sweet and slow kiss. He cupped her face lightly and her arms went to his waist to hug him. They kissed like that for a while until Sam pulled back, smiling. He now had a hand resting on her stomach. Quinn put her hand on top of his and looked down. It was all still so unbelievable that her and Sam's baby grew inside her. She sat back eventually and Sam got off the bed. He kissed her on the lips once and left the room with a secretive smile on his face.

While Sam was gone, she made the bed and tidied up around the room. Slowly, she made her way down the stairs where the aroma of sizzling bacon trailed. She sniffed the air, smelling the tasty food. In the kitchen, she found Sam, still in his boxers and shirtless. He had a towel over one shoulder and was biting his lips as he sprinkled seasoning over the home fries in the pan. She took a seat on one of the stools at the island and watched him with a smile on her face. He checked the bacon and flipped the omelets, taking his time but moving around the large kitchen quickly. She smiled as she watched him and when he finally noticed her, he glanced up quickly and smiled.

When breakfast was done, he served up their plates. She was told to go to the dining room and she sat down, waiting with a smile. Her husband really was the sweetest. He always knew what to do to make her happy and to cheer her up. Sam came in soon, holding a tray laden with plates of food, cups and a jug of orange juice and milk. He was biting his lip as he balanced the tray and as he was about to set her plate down in front of her, the jug of orange juice tipped over and it all came down on Quinn.

Sam froze, a look of shock on his face. Quinn's look was of disbelief. They both didn't move or say anything. Quinn slowly reached up at and wiped away a drop of orange juice that was dripping off her brow. She looked at Sam but he still didn't move. She raised her eyebrows slowly and gave him a look. Almost immediately, Sam jumped into action. He ran back to the kitchen after setting the tray on the table, and came back with a role of paper towels. He ripped off a bunch and started to dab at Quinn's face. By now, the orange juice had dried and had grown sticky. Clumps of paper towel were now sticking to her face. She pushed Sam away and got to her feet. She stomped away, leaving Sam with a wad of paper of towels in one hand and a confused look on his face.

When she made it to the en suite, she stripped off her sticky clothes and put them in the hamper. She examined herself in the mirror, trying to ignore her wet dripping hair. There was a slight bump on her stomach and as she put her hands on it, something felt wrong there. She couldn't explain it, but something just felt off. It worried her but she pushed it to the back of her mind. As she got into the shower and turned on the water, she briefly wondered if she was already getting flashes of motherly intuition.

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After her shower, she changed into a baggy t-shirt and a pair of Sam's boxers. She towel dried her hair and snuggled underneath the covers of the bed. But just as she closed her eyes, the sounds of knuckles rapping against the wooden door echoed in the room. She sighed and rolled over, away from the door. A knock came again and she grounded her teeth together. On the third time, she had had enough.

"Come in, Sam!" She called out and made sure she was facing away from him. She heard him enter and shut the door quietly behind him. His quiet footsteps could still be heard as he crossed the carpeted floor and she felt the mattress shift as he sat down the edge of bed. She felt Sam's hand land on her thigh but she rolled away and it fell off.

"Quinn, can you at least roll over so I can see your face?" He asked hopefully but Quinn didn't respond. "I'll take that as a no." He dropped off.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked, the silence must have got to him.

"What do you think?" Came a muffled answer from Quinn. She knew Sam must have smiled, finally getting a response from her.

"Is it because I spilled orange juice on you?" A snort was her answer to that.

"What do you want me to say? It was an accident; do you think I would actually purposely want to do that? Would you like me to apologize?" He asked sarcastically and her silence was a good enough answer.

"Then I'm sorry for spilling orange juice on you. Do you forgive me?" He said quietly and when she didn't answer, he opened his mouth and began to plead with desperation in his voice. "Please Quinn! I'm dying here! Even a few minutes without you is like torture!"

Deciding that she had enough, Quinn rolled over, sat up, and threw herself into her husband's lap and kissed him. She could tell that he was surprised but he was just enthusiastic as she was once he realized what was happening. She held the back of his head and deepened the kiss. He pushed her down on her back and kissed her hungrily. But she wanted to be in command. Using some of her old gymnastics/cheerleading skills, she flipped him onto his back and sat on his chest. She smirked and kissed down his neck.

They kissed like that for a while, until Quinn pulled back, gasping for air. She slid off his chest but he pulled her down to his side and wrapped an arm around her and hugged her to him tightly.

"You know, you smell like oranges." He said and she immediately stiffened. "Too soon?"

"What do you think?" She used that again and she pretended to not notice his smile. She relaxed once again in his arms and sighed happily. Sam's hand crept over her hip to rest on her stomach. Her thoughts instantly turned to the baby. Their baby.

"Are you scared, Sam?" She touched the hand that was resting on her belly to indicate what she was talking about.

"Sometimes. I just want to be a good dad and I don't know if I will be." He said quietly and wistfully.

"You will be a good father, Sam. I know you will. I bet you will their favourite parent." She smiled and turned on her side so she could see his face.

"Nah. It will be you for sure. You're going to be a great mother." He replied and caressed the side of her face.

"I know it's early but do you know what to name him or her?" She asked quietly. Sam seemed a little unsure.

"If it's a girl, I think we should name her Lucy, after you. And if it's a boy, then I think we should name him James." Sam replied and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"If it's a girl, we're definitely not naming her Lucy. I won't torture another child with that awful name." She shuddered and then looked at him curiously. "And why James?"

"Because he would be named after James Earl Jones; the guy who played the greatest evil sith lord ever." Sam replied dramatically.

"Who?"

"C'mon Quinn! After two years of marriage, eight years of knowing each other and hundreds of viewings of Star Wars, you have to know!" Sam exclaimed in disbelief. He seemed to be taking her knowledge (or lack of it) of Star Wars seriously.

"I'm sorry, but I don't."

"Darth Vader! Darth Vader, Quinn! He was Anakin Skywalker who turned to the dark side, became Darth Vader, and in the end died for his own son!" Sam replied, he seemed to be actually offended that she had no idea what he was talking about. She shrugged and he dramatically put out a hand as if to say don't talk to me.

After a while, she had had enough. "If it's a girl, I want to name her Jennifer after Jennifer Grey and if it's a boy, then I want to name him James too, but after your father." She replied and he rolled his eyes.

"You're just trying to suck up to my dad. You know that he already loves you, naming our kid after him would just send him over the edge."

"Exactly." She grinned and pecked him on the lips lightly.

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They spent the rest of the day the same way. The cuddled basically all day, watching movies and eating popcorn. They watched mostly old movies, like Dirty Dancing(again), Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles. There seemed to be a John Hughes marathon on TV.

When night came, she snuggled up beside Sam. His arm wrapped around her and her head on his chest. She sighed happily, kissed him goodnight and closed her eyes.

She dreamed about lots of things; about the baby, about Sam, about the future. She imagined watching Sam hold their child for the first time or feeding it them a bottle. She dreamed of little blonde kids running around the yard, smiles on their faces as Sam and her watched them from the porch. Dreams of pink and blue walls and blankets, and stuffed teddy bears seemed to dominate her thoughts.

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But all that disappeared when she woke with a start. She sat up suddenly, the feeling of something warm on her thighs. She looked around; Sam was facing away from her on the other side of the bed and it was still dark out, the only source of light was a shaft of moonlight shining through the window. She was hoping that the feeling would go away. Her chest heaved, she didn't want to look. She tried to take deep breaths and stay calm, but her dry sobs were already beginning to sound hysterical. She put her hands on top of the sheets, as if to push them away but stopped. Her hands trembled, looking strangely pale in the moonlight. She didn't want to look. She didn't want to pull away the covers and see what was beneath. She didn't want to know what was soaking her thighs and drenching the sheets underneath her. She just didn't want to see it.

But she took one last shaky breath and pushed the sheet away. As soon as she saw it, she let out a cry. Blood. Lots of blood. Dark and painfully bright against the cream sheets. It had soaked the bottom of her too big t-shirt and through the white boxers of Sam's she had on. She stared at it, and then reached out, looking for Sam. Her hand bumped against something and she grabbed on and squeezed hard. It was his shoulder. She shook him until she felt him shift underneath her hand.

"What?" He asked drowsily, sounding a bit cross for waking him from his slumber.

"Sa-am. Lo-look." She stuttered, still letting out little hysterical sobs. He sat up, suddenly alert. He looked at her face and then followed her gaze. His eyes widened and he gulped.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. .God." He repeated and he threw away the covers and sitting up on his knees. His hands hovered over the blood and they trembled, shaking just as much as hers. She could tell that he was already going into shock. She knew that she had to do something. Quinn reached out, grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, digging her nails into his skin. He stopped mumbling and looked at her.

"Sam. Stop. Listen to me." He eyes unfocused again, drifting back to the blood. "Sam, listen to me." He looked at her, taking a deep breath and facing her. She choked back a sob and took a deep breath.

"You need to take me to the hospital. Now."

DUNDUNDUNDUN! Cliffhanger! It's not what you expectected, was it? I didn't really want to do that but I thought that it would give the story some emotion and add a few more chapters. Anyway, don't forget to REVIEW!