Title: Fate: Chapter 3 (Epilogue Part 2)
Main Pairing: Puck/Quinn
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all….
Authors Note: This will probably be the last chapter for the story… not sure. I'm still deciding whether I should add another chapter or not. Let me know what you think, and please review. And if you have any requests, or suggestions, or ideas for a story, please let me know, and I'll see what I can do. Thank You for reading, and please Review!
Chapter 3: (Epilogue Part 2)
"Quinn, please hurry up!" Rachel called through the bathroom door as she hopped up and down trying to control her bladder.
"Rachel, do you have any idea what it's like to have your baby use your bladder as a bouncy house!" Quinn yelled back to the brunette.
"I do have an idea!" Rachel yells as she leans forward and tries a last ditch effort at holding her pee in. "And if you don't hurry up, I will pop a squat out here, and let loose the fury of your nephew, on Noah's new office carpet!" Rachel yelled again, and began to unbutton her slacks, when the bathroom door flew open.
Pushing the equally pregnant blonde aside, the pregnant brunette waddled through to the bathroom and immediately "Let loose".
"Eww, at least wait for me to leave." Quinn said as she scrunched up her nose and waddled outside.
"If I wait for you to leave, Noah would have to mop up my urine!" Rachel yelled.
Quinn laughed as she went to sit by her husband's desk. She and Rachel had been so tired of staying home all day, so they decided to surprise their husbands with a little indoor picnic lunch, since the two men worked together at the Architecting Firm as junior designers.
It had come as a surprise to everyone when Puck and Finn got promotions, and moved up to being partners in designing the new museum in town. It was going along rather well.
Lately, the only thing the girls have been doing was staying home, each taking turns going to each other's houses since they lived 4 minutes away from the other. Sometimes, their friends would visit them and keep them company.
It has been eight months since Puck and Quinn's wedding, and so far, everything was going perfectly. They were surprised as well when Rachel announced a month after the wedding that she was pregnant, making Quinn extremely excited about having someone to go through the same thing with her.
The girls were supposed to wait for the guys to come back from the construction site where they were building the new Museum, and then they would eat together.
Quinn and Rachel were at that phase in their pregnancy when their baby's start using their bladders as a trampoline, and they also have these seriously terrible eating habits, with equally weird cravings in the middle of the night.
Not a minute later, Rachel walks out of the bathroom with a relieved expression on her face. She sighs loudly and plops down in the seat next to Quinn looking all too cheerful.
"What's with the creepy smile?" Quinn looks at her oddly.
"What creepy smile?" Rachel asks obliviously still smiling.
"Your creepy smile… you look like your having an orgasm." Quinn says with a laugh.
Rachel glared at the blonde. "I'm just so happy about emptying my bladder… I'm pretty sure I won't ever piss another day in my life because this baby has seriously sponged out my bladder."
Quinn chuckles and leans forward a bit. "Well, I'm just glad this is my last my month of looking like a whale. I just can't wait to pop him out. I don't think I can take any more of these emergency bathroom stops."
"Ugh! You are so lucky. I still have one more month to go before I pop this one out."Rachel said leaning back in her chair.
Quinn smiled and gently ran a hand over her baby bump. She was so happy when they found out that she and her husband were having a boy. To say that Puck was happy about having a son, was an understatement. He almost passed out when the doctor had informed them that the little smudge on the screen of her ultrasound was the baby's penis. Puck had jumped up out of his chair, and did a fist pump in the air with a huge smile on his face that brought tears to Quinn's eyes.
Rachel on the other hand, had already told Quinn about the day when she and Finn had found out the gender of their baby. Finn had screamed girlishly like he did at Puck and Quinn's wedding, before jumping up and down doing a victory dance.
Both guys were so happy that they were having son's that they could teach how to play football, and ride a bike, and every other sport that all boy's should be able to learn how to play, from their fathers. The girls were so happy about their husband's reaction to having son's. Due to the fact that they both grew up without a father to teach them how to do any of those things, they were already planning their own football team, as well as a basketball and baseball team.
The girls were pulled out of their own thoughts when the door to Puck's office swung open and Puck and Finn trudged in, talking animatedly about the museum.
Puck stopped in his tracks when he saw the two girl's in his office before turning to smirk at Finn who was still talking a mile a minute; a trait that the tall former quarterback had no doubt picked up from Rachel.
"Hey Finny!" he calls, causing the tall guy to stop talking and look up at Puck. "I've got two hot chicks in my office. How many do you have in yours?"
Finn gave Puck an odd look and walked around the cabinets to glance over at Puck's desk.
Rachel rolled her eyes and Quinn glared at the side of her husband's head.
"You wish, Noah." Rachel said before getting up out of her chair and waddled over to her husband who smiled giddily and ran to meet her halfway.
Puck laughed and walked over to his wife, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Hey baby," he says when he pulls away. Quinn continued to glare at him. "You've got two hot chicks in your office?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep!" he grins, earning another glare from Quinn.
Puck chuckled and grabbed her hand. "This hot chick," he says planting a kiss on the back of her hand, "And this other hot chick." He says grabbing a picture frame from his desk and kissing it before turning it around to show Quinn a picture of herself in her wedding gown.
Quinn blushed at that, and gave him an odd look. "Well, if we're the hot chicks, what does that make Rachel?" Quinn said glancing over to where Rachel and Finn were being all sickeningly cute and cuddly.
Puck glanced behind him and wrinkled his nose before turning back and leaning over his wife.
"That makes her Finn's one hot chick… Whereas I've got two hot chicks right here." He says leaning down and kissing his wife. "Double package." He grins cockily.
"So that's where that picture went." Quinn says glancing over at the picture of her on Puck's desk.
Puck chuckled with a nod. "Yeah, I should get a reward."
"And why is that?" Quinn questions playfully while wrapping her arms around her husband's neck.
"Because any good husband should have a picture of their wife on their work desk." He murmurs as he presses his forehead against Quinn's.
"Really?"
"Mhmm… It's why I'm the better husband out of the two of us." He said nodding over to Finn.
"How so?"
"Well, Finnocence there, has a frame with his graduation diploma on his desk."
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows.
"Don't ask me. I have no idea why he would put that on his desk… but it's Finn. No one knows why he does the things he does." He says with a chuckle.
"Well then, how about we have lunch together, then me and Rachel will go home, while you hurry up here, and when you get home, I'll give you a huge. Reward." She says with a seductive grin that she knew always got her husband excited.
Puck grinned giddily, planted a kiss on Quinn's lips and turned to the other two.
"Quit humping each other's faces and let's eat!" Puck said and pulled his wife up before leading her around to sit next to his chair behind his desk.
The other couple crossed the room and sat down on the other side, facing Puck and Quinn.
"Aww, how cute!" Rachel said smiling at the picture of Quinn on Puck's desk. "You have a picture of your wife on your desk, Noah."
Puck smiles over at Quinn who blushed and began to bring out the food that they had packed inside the picnic basket.
"Yep!... proud husband and soon to be father." Puck smiles, before grinning widely over at Finn who was scratching the back of his neck.
"Aww, that's so cute." Rachel said before glancing over at Finn who looked away guiltily.
"Say Finn, why don't we go eat in your office?" she says with an obviously fake smile.
"What? Why?" Finn asks, and looks around at Puck and Quinn for help, but they only chuckled as Rachel grabbed her husband and started pulling him up out of his chair and towards the door.
"We'll be right back, guys!" she called over her shoulder as she pulled Finn out the door.
"There are roaches in my office!" Finn fibs frantically.
"I'm not the one who's scared of roaches, Finn!" Rachel shot back.
Puck and Quinn broke out in laughter. "Rachel is freakishly scary when she's mad." Quinn says.
Puck laughs, "I'm the one who has to deal with Finn's whining about how he's scared of going home without the right food in case Rachel murders him in his sleep."
"Well, I don't blame her… Pregnancy cravings are crazy insane." Quinn sighs.
"Tell me about it." Puck mutters sarcastically, knowing all too well about Quinn's "crazy cravings", causing the blonde to smack him behind the head.
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It's been a week since their lunch picnic, (which was a disaster for Rachel and Finn who had spent half an hour arguing in Finn's office about the fact that he doesn't have a single picture of Rachel in there. Finn's dumb explanation being, "But you hate it when I touch the wedding pictures!" to which Rachel had slapped him and told him that she wouldn't have hated it, if he hadn't cracked the frames of the other ones. Needless to say, that Puck and Quinn had been the one's to indulge in the food from the picnic basket.
Quinn sighed as she shifted uncomfortably again. She hadn't been able to get any sleep at all because she had been cramping like a bitch all day. She's had cramps before, but these aches felt like her guts were being twisted inside her, plus menstrual cramps. She's been experiencing these all day yesterday, which immediately got Puck worried, but Quinn didn't want him to miss work today because he had worked really hard on his presentation of the new museum, so she just told him not to worry about it, and that they were only minor aches.
All that minor ache bullshit was kicking her in the ass right now, because the pain was killing her. After another minute of tossing and turning to get comfortable, Quinn gave up and stood up off the bed and waddled over to her dresser. Puck had made her promise to call him if something happens, or if the aches get worse, but his presentation was really important to him, and she doesn't want to call him over if it's just an ache. Quinn pulled one of her drawers open, hoping to find something more comfortable to wear, (because her tight shirt just won't do) and she smiled as much as the ache in her back would allow her to, before grabbing one of Puck's old t-shirts.
She had just finished pulling the shirt over her head, when a blinding pain hit her like a moving bus. She was pretty sure it was some type of contraction. Quinn's hand shot up from her side and she immediately steadied herself against the dresser. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down and tried to remember what to do in times like these, like they had practiced in her birthing classes. All her thoughts were shot to Indonesia when another contraction hit her. She leaned against her dresser and looked around frantically for her phone. She wasn't about to call Puck because this could be false contractions. She wanted to call Rachel and maybe ask her for some company. She crossed the room to the bed to get her phone as soon as she could, immediately dialing Rachel's number as she tried to steady her breathing.
Rachel answered on the fifth ring, and by then, Quinn was about to pass out from the next contraction.
"Hell—,"
"What the hell took you so long to answer!?" Quinn screamed.
"Jeez, nice to hear from you too," The brunette murmured sarcastically.
"This is no time for your so called sarcasm, Hudson!" Quinn screeched.
Rachel was silent for a moment. "Quinn, what's going on?"
Quinn cried out when another contraction hit her.
"Okay, Quinn you're freaking me out. What's going on?" The other girl asked worriedly.
Taking deep breaths, Quinn tried her best to sound calm, "N-nothing's wrong Rach, I'm sorry—please don't call Puck, he'll just get worried and come home. He's been excited about his presentation for weeks now, and I don't want him to miss that."
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Quinn, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Nothing… I'm just—could you come over?"
"Sure, but you have to tell me why you sound like you're in pain."
"It's nothing. Probably just some false contractions, you know? Probably just Braxton Hi—,"
Quinn trailed off when she felt a warm slippery fluid flowing down between her legs.
"Shit, scratch that—Rach, my water just broke!" the blonde yelled into the phone as she glanced down at the slippery stuff on her legs.
There was a moment of silence on Rachel's end before Quinn heard the brunette swearing loudly.
"I'm on my way!"
Quinn nodded silently and hung up, but then gasped loudly when another contraction, this one much worse than the others hit her hard, and she gripped the phone between her hands. As soon as the pain subsided, she waddled carefully to the door to get her bag ready for when Rachel arrives.
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Two minutes later, Quinn heard the door open, before Rachel appeared in the doorway of the living room looking around frantically.
The two pregnant girls waddled together to Rachel's car which was still on, and immediately took off towards the hospital.
"Rach, you can't call Puck… he has to do his presentation today." Quinn said as soon as she could speak after another contraction had just finished.
Rachel rolled her eyes at Quinn's ridiculousness. "Quinn, I'm sure Puck loves his work, but I'm pretty sure he loves you and his baby more. If your baby is coming right now, and he misses it, he will NEVER forgive me!"
"No, he has to stay at work. Besides, it'll probably be a while before this baby comes. Don't call him yet."
Rachel didn't like this idea at all, but she agreed anyway.
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One hour later:
"RACHEEEEEEEEL! Call my husband! Where the hell is my husband?!" Quinn screamed across the room as she went through another contraction, much worse than all the other ones combined.
Rachel winced as she stepped away from the angry blonde. "I'll go call him." Rachel says before scrambling out the door.
She could hear Quinn's muffled screams from outside in the waiting room. She immediately dialed Puck's number and waited for him to pick up, instead getting his voicemail. She tried Finn's number, and getting his voicemail too. She tried one last time to call Puck's phone, and got his voicemail again.
"RACHEL!" Quinn yelled from the labor room.
Rachel left Puck a quick message, informing him that his wife is in labor at the hospital, and will go on a murderous rampage if he doesn't get his ass down there.
Quinn, who was half-panting and half-crying, nearly lost it when Rachel came back into the room without Puck.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY HUSBAND, RACHEL!" She screeched, causing the brunette to apologize profusely and explained that Puck wasn't picking up his phone.
"WHY ISN'T HE PICKING UP HIS PHONE? TELL HIM TO PICK UP HIS GODDAMN PHONE AND GET HIS ASS OVER HERE, OR I'LL KICK HIM IN THE BALLS!"
Rachel left the room again, yelping loudly when she heard something crash against the door, moments after she had closed it. No doubt, Quinn had thrown something at her head.
"Noah, please pick up your goddamn phone or I will be your wife's first murder victim!" Rachel nearly cried when she got Puck's voicemail again.
After nearly five minutes of calling, the door to Quinn's room opened, and a nurse ran outside to grab Rachel. "Excuse me, ma'am?"
Rachel turned to look at the nurse.
"Your friend who's in labor told me to come and get you."
Rachel nodded and fearfully followed the nurse back inside the room.
Quinn was sobbing when she got there. "Rachel, please make it stop." The blonde begged.
Rachel let out a relieved breath and crossed the room to her friends side.
"It's gonna be okay. Noah will be here soon, and you're going to push, and push, and in a few moments, you're going to be holding your beautiful baby boy, and it'll all be over. I promise." Rachel assured the blonde.
Quinn nodded, before a contraction hit her again.
Quinn panted and glanced over at Rachel.
"Rachel, where's Puck?" she asked frantically as the doctor got ready to give her an epidural which she had agreed readily to.
"He'll be here soon." Rachel assured again, though she has no idea where Puck was and whether he got her message.
"Well he better be here soon, because I don't think I can take this any longer." Quinn growled.
The pain was slowly evaporating, but it was still there. A sort of terrible numbness that you could still feel, but lessens the burning a little.
Rachel pushed away the fear of having her hand squashed, and gave Quinn her hand.
As soon as Quinn took it, Rachel immediately regretted her decision when another contraction hit Quinn, causing the freakishly strong blonde to squeeze the very life out of her hand. "AAAH! Breeeeeaaathe!" Rachel squeaked as Quinn squeezed her hand again.
"PUUUUUUUUCK!" Quinn screamed, and as if on cue, the doors flew open and Puck came scrambling inside in his dark suit, undone tie, and a scared expression on his face.
"Baby, I came as soon as I got Rachel's messa—,"
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Quinn yelled, effectively cutting him off.
"I'm sorr—,"
"SHUT UP AND GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Quinn fumed as she continued to breathe in and out deeply.
Puck immediately did as his wife said, and crossed over to her. He took her hand in his, immediately yelping when she squeezed it.
"Are we ready to push?" the doctor called.
"YES!" Quinn growled as she squeezed Puck and Rachel's hand in hers.
After a moment, Quinn was finally allowed to push.
"AAAAARRGH!" she screamed as she felt herself being pushed apart. It almost felt like she was being torn apart down there, and the burning pain was almost too much for her to handle. Turning her head to glare at her husband, the blonde pushed again.
"Breathe baby," Puck said supportively.
"SHUT UP! YOU SUCK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE NEVER GETTING NEAR MY VAGINA AFTER THIS, PUCKERMAN!" Quinn yelled and pushed again.
"Push!" the doctor called.
Puck nearly had tears in his eyes. Not because his wife was yelling at him, but because she was in so much pain. He wish he could suck out her pain and lay it on himself, but he couldn't, so he just stayed quiet and let her squeeze the shit out of his hand.
Puck glanced up at Rachel who was silent, pale, and looked like she was about to pass out. It was probably unhealthy for her to be here when she's pregnant, so Puck was relieved when the door opened and Quinn's mom hurried inside (Puck had called her after getting Rachel's message.) to take over from Rachel who immediately started crying when Quinn let go of her hand, and allowing her blood circulation to continue carrying blood through the blood vessels in her hand.
"Mommy please make it stop." Quinn begged.
"It'll all be over soon, sweety." Judy reassures her daughter.
Quinn sobbed as the doctor said for her to push again. She pushed, yelling for someone to pull it out already.
"Babe," Puck says from her other side, "You can do it, come on baby, push! You're doing great!" He encourages.
"This is NOT great! My vagina will never look the same!" she screamed.
Puck rolled his eyes and looked up at Judy who had a worried expression on her face.
"Babe, your vagina is fine!" Puck argued.
"No it isn't!" she yelled.
Puck almost wanted to laugh. He would've laughed if he wasn't sure that his wife would strangle him if he did.
"Push!" the doctor interrupted.
Quinn braced herself, before pushing with all her strength.
"He's crowning!" the doctor calls out.
"Where?" Puck says moving towards the doctor to take a look, but Quinn wouldn't let go of his hand as she continued to cry from the pain.
"Get your ass up here, Puck!" she screamed at her husband who immediately obeyed and went back to stand by his wife.
Judy almost felt sorry for her son in law who was torn between seeing the baby's head and letting his hand be squeezed to death.
"One more big push, sweetie." Judy encourages.
"You're doing great, baby." Puck says supportively from the other side, and Judy smiled over at him. She remembers when she had given birth to Quinn. Russell had been an absolute mess, freaking out instead of helping her. Puck was handling this father deal really well, and she couldn't help but be thankful that he has matured so much over the years, and actually cut off his Mohawk as well.
"Just one more pu-,"
"Shut up and stop talking to me!" she snapped at Puck who went silent and went to plant kisses on her forehead instead. "Whoo- hee- whoo- hee OW!" Quinn pushed once more, feeling like she's about to pass out from all the pain, and breathing, and feeling like she was about to burst open, before the pain subsided slowly.
There was a moment of silence before Quinn heard the loud wailing of her baby. As tired as she was, she couldn't help but feel absolutely pumped. She wanted to see and hold her baby boy for the first time. Puck who she had allowed out of her death grip to cut the umbilical cord, was staring in awe at the little boy as one of the nurses washed the god knows what off of him.
"Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, a cute nose, and perfectly healthy." The doctor says. "Congratulations, you've got a handsome baby boy."
Judy was standing silently by Quinn's side, smiling widely with tears in her eyes. The moment was a beautiful one. The nurse who had cleaned the baby off wrapped him up in a little blue blanket before gently laying him in Puck's arms. Puck smiled softly down at the little boy, and Quinn felt like she was back in her sophomore year of high school, watching as Puck held their baby for the first time, with that very same smile on his face.
Quinn smiled with tears running down her face, but this time they were tears of absolute joy. "Give him." She says softly, her voice hoarse from all the recent screaming and yelling. Puck looked up from the baby, and even he couldn't hide the fact that he was crying. "He's perfect, Quinn." He whispers before gently laying the baby in Quinn's arms.
Quinn let out a little sigh when she saw her beautiful boy for the first time. She could feel the nurse cleaning between her legs, but she didn't have a single care in the world for that. All she thinks, is how perfect her and Puck's baby boy is. He had dark brown hair like his dad's and his eyes were blue, but it was leaning towards the color of her own. He has Puck's lips and chin, and her nose and ears. He was the most beautiful thing she's ever held in her arms since Beth. Puck leaned down next to her and placed a kiss on their baby's forehead.
They were so caught up in their own world; they hadn't even noticed that Judy had slipped out of the room to make a few calls.
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Puck wanted so badly to tell his friends and family about his baby boy, but he couldn't even begin to move away from his wife and son for more than 2 feet. Not that he couldn't, but he just wouldn't. They were both entranced by the little boy in Quinn's arms, staring up at them blankly.
"Hey," Quinn smiles down at the boy. "I'm your mommy," she whispers. "and this handsome guy right here is your daddy." She says looking up at Puck who was grinning giddily at the baby's blank expression. Their baby continued to stare at them for a few more moments, before his face contorted into a frown and he started crying.
Somehow, Quinn knew exactly what he wanted.
"I think he's hungry." She says to Puck who glanced over at the nurse.
The nurse nodded and moved in to assist them, and Quinn gently moved the baby away from her chest so she could pull up the scrubs top she had changed into earlier. The baby latched onto her breast and sucked away. Quinn tried not to think about the pain of breastfeeding as she stared down at her baby.
After feeding him, Puck took him from her arms so she could straighten the top of her scrubs. The nurse informed Puck of the right way to carry him, and the position to hold him in after feeding him, so they could get the baby to burp, and avoid having him up-chuck his meal.
Puck bounced lightly on his feet, almost scared of moving him too much for fear of breaking his son.
After a few moments, another nurse came in and informed the couple of a group of people outside who wanted to meet the new baby.
Puck glanced over at his wife, who shrugged. "Are you tired?" he asks as he sits down slowly by her side.
Quinn shakes her head. "I don't think I can sleep until this one does." She says reaching over to gently rub their baby's back. Puck nodded gently to the nurse who smiled before she left the room to get the others.
Not a moment later, the door opened again, and every single one of their friends and families started filing in one by one.
Judy and Puck's mom Sally led the way, followed by Rachel and Finn, Will and Emma, and trailing behind them, were Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Sam, Kurt, Blaine, and last was Artie, being pushed inside by Tina, who closed the door behind them. Quinn smiled up at her family and friends, and looked around for her dad, when the door suddenly opened again, and Russell Fabray slipped inside with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and a little smile on his face.
Everyone doted on the baby boy, each taking turns to hold him. Rachel and Santana already fighting over the title of godmother, while announced to everyone that he was, hands down, the godfather, and no one was allowed to argue with that. Puck laughed, and nodded. "As long as I'm godfather of little Finn, you can be godfather of little Puck." He joked.
"So what's my adorable godson's name gonna be?" Santana asks to which Rachel scoffs, "I think you mean my godson." Rachel argues.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Girl, I didn't stutter. I said, my godson. Mine." She turns to Kurt who was carrying the baby boy, and gently tickled the bottom of the baby's foot.
"Well, we wanted to give him a name that he would like and be proud of." Puck said with a smile. "I never really liked my name because it was my dad's middle name, but I do like my middle name because it was my grandpa's name, So…" Puck glanced over to his wife who smiled and sat up straighter in the gurney.
"We decided to name him Jacob Russell Puckerman." Quinn and Puck smiled, and there were actually a few sniffles from the group. Judy who nearly bursting into tears, went to hold her husband's hand.
Russell was silent for a few minutes, just staring at the baby who was now back in Quinn's arms and slowly dozing off into sleep.
"I—Umm, Noah" Russell murmured looking at Puck with an odd expression on his face. "May I speak to you in private?"
Puck nodded, and followed Russell out of the room after kissing his wife and son on the foreheads.
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Puck nervously shifted from left to right as he waited with bated breath for Russell to say something. The man only standing still with his eyes on the end of the hallway in the hospital.
"I'm—I don't really know what to say." Russell says.
Puck looks at him, not really knowing what to say either, but wanting to say something nice. They hadn't been able to have an actual conversation since the awkward 'talk' they had over dinner at the Fabray's residence the day after the fishing incident at the lake where Puck had lost his temper and actually got Russell's approval to marry Quinn.
Puck cleared his throat awkwardly, "Uhh, I guess that makes two of us."
Russell looks at him with an odd look before sighing loudly. "We never really spoke to each other in a while, and I guess that's partly my fault."
Puck knew what he was saying because it really was Russell's fault. Honest. The man had never really come by to visit him and Quinn at their apartment like Judy did almost every other day.
"And I think it's time we had that conversation." Russell goes on.
Puck nods, not really knowing which conversation Russell was referring to.
"Okay, before I say anything, I want to let you know that you're still not my favorite person in the world."
Puck nods again, completely understanding that because the feeling was mutual.
"But other than that, I—I think you're a good man. I know how much you love my daughter because you've proven that much over the years that you've been together… and I guess the fishing incident the other day was in a way, the sign that I had been waiting for. I wanted to be absolutely sure that you were the right person for my daughter, and that you'll be there for her like I never was."
Puck stays silent, just nodding along with what Russell was saying.
"So I knew that I had to test you. See how much I could push you, and your reaction was not at all what I expected… It's your reaction that changed my mind." Russell says, surprising Puck.
Puck stared at Russell, not sure whether to get angry and punch his son's other namesake in the face, or be relieved that he had somehow passed the so called "test".
"What you said about me and your father being alike in the way that we both left when our kid needed us the most, struck a nerve in me. I wanted to punch your lights out for saying something like that in my face…"
Puck blinks, looking at Russell curiously.
Russell continued, "But I was only mad about that particular part because everything you said about me was true… I was an asshole, as you so specifically put it." Russell says pointedly to which Puck gives a sheepish look.
"And I was selfish, and a hypocrite." Puck would love to just nod and say "I agree completely." To what Russell was saying, but the man was seemingly thoughtful so he waited patiently for the punch line.
"On top of that, you defended your daughter in a way that I probably wouldn't have defended mine… you were honest, and you weren't a coward about it… and that alone gave me a new perspective and newfound respect for you. I realized in the moments that you said all those things, that out of the two of us, I was the coward… not you. I was the coward because I was the one who had a choice to be with my daughter and chose not to. You were the one who wanted to be with your daughter, but didn't have a choice…"
Russell sighed and looked away from Puck. "I love my daughter," he murmurs softly. "In a way, you opened my eyes to what I was missing… I realized that day, that I really was selfish, and that if I didn't change, I would eventually lose my family. Quinn told me before we went fishing that day that my approval matters a lot to her, but that she'll marry you either way."
Puck feels like smiling. Quinn hadn't told him about that, but it feels really good to hear from Russell Fabray himself that his daughter was going to marry him with or without her father's permission.
"To be honest, I mostly agreed to your wedding at first because Quinn told me that she would disown herself if I disagreed to it."
Puck wanted to laugh, but refrained from doing so because Russell was already diminishing his mighty self, and Puck figures the man didn't relish the idea of having it rubbed in his face.
"So—I guess I wanted to tell you that… so you'll know that though you're still not on my favorite person list, I actually approve of your marriage with my daughter. So as long as you don't hurt her, you're okay in my book."
Puck begins to nod, but was interrupted by Russell saying, "But if you so much as let her skin her knee, or get a scrape on her elbow, I'll hunt you down and shoot you like I used to imagine."
Puck doesn't need to ask if he's being serious because the look on Russell's face was serious enough. "Yes sir." Puck nods.
"I would never allow you to call me dad, but… I think we can both act like mature adults and call each other by our given names."
Puck nods again, not really believing the turn of events. "Uhh—sure."
"Oh and—I must agree with everyone in the room," Russell say's nodding to Quinn's room. "You have a really beautiful son"
Puck grins and nods. "He certainly is."
"And thank you." Russell mutters hesitantly.
Puck looks at him curiously. "For what?"
"For middle-naming him after me."
Puck smiles at him, "We wanted to give him a name from one of his grandparents, and while I wasn't ecstatic about naming him after you, I would much rather name him after the grandparent of his that chose to stay with his family in the end."
Russell actually cracked a smile at that, and Puck was pretty sure he didn't imagine seeing Russell's eyes misting a bit.
"And you're wrong you know," Puck found himself saying, to which Russell gave him a questioning look.
"About you being a coward." Puck elaborates a bit. "A coward is someone who chooses to run away from his problems instead of facing them. I think we both know that while it took you a while to come to terms with your family, you still came back, and that alone tells me and everyone else that you're not a coward. You're just human." Puck shrugs, and before he knows what's happening, Russell actually grabs his hand and pulls him in for an awkward, millisecond long man-hug.
"Okay, enough of this sentimental crap." Russell says turning away to rub at his eyes as Puck chuckles softly.
"Let's head back inside and say good-bye to the little one before they have to take him back to the baby nursery." Russell says and they both head back towards the room where everyone else was waiting for them.
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Everyone was already planning a welcome home party for little Jacob who was now sleeping soundly in the little Bassinet that one of the nurses had brought for him.
"Well, I guess we should let this little family get some rest." Sally murmurs softly to the others.
Puck smiled gratefully at his mother, who crossed the room to hug and congratulate him on a job well done on having such an adorable son.
Judy and Russell also congratulated the couple, before heading outside to wait for the others.
Everyone left after another half hour of saying good-byes to the beautiful boy and the couple. Puck and Quinn snickering as Santana left swearing under her breath when the title of godmother went to Rachel. The Latina however made them swear on their grandparent's graves that their first or technically second daughter will be middle-named after her.
All in all, the day was both eventful and exhausting, and the young couple found themselves alone in Quinn's private hospital room, cuddling together on the little hospital bed, while their baby dozed off silently in his bassinet next to Quinn's bed.
Quinn was about to doze off, when she felt Puck shift a bit next to her. Lifting her head sleepily, she glanced up to see him staring back at her with a smile on his face. That same smile he always reserved only for her; the one that she fell in love with back in high school; the one that he used when he told her she wasn't fat, all those years ago when she had given her virginity to him; the very same one that he had on his face when he held Beth in his arms for the first time, and when he held little Jacob in his arms for the first time… The smile that always managed to make her smile the smile that she reserves only for him.
"What is it?" she whispers softly.
Puck shakes his head, "Just thinking about how perfect this is." He whispers back.
Quinn grins and leans up to place a kiss on his lips.
"You helped make it perfect."
Puck shakes his head again, "Nothing is perfect in my life if there's no you."
Quinn shakes her head this time. "Nothing is perfect in this world if there's no us."
Puck grins and runs a hand through Quinn's hair. "Thank you."
Quinn gives him an odd look, "For what?"
Puck shrugs, "Everything… For being with me, putting up with my stupidity and immatureness, marrying me, loving me, and giving me a beautiful son."
Quinn blushed and looked over her shoulder to where their son slept peacefully. "It's not like I wasn't stupid and immature at times. It's not like I wouldn't have agreed in a heartbeat to marry you; and it's not like I was the only one who made our handsome boy." She shrugged. "It's our fate, isn't it?"
Puck nods, and remembers back in high school when he had almost let her go. "If you love someone, let her go. If she comes back, it was meant be. If she doesn't, she was never yours." He whispers this, and Quinn smiles softly, leaning forward to cover his mouth with her own.
Quinn pulled away a minute later and looked into the eyes she loves so much, "If you let me go again, I'll kill you. I came back to you for a reason, and the reason is I love you, and if anyone ever say's I'm not yours, I'll kill them too."
Puck chuckles softly before placing a soft kiss against Quinn's forehead. "If I let you go, I'll kill myself. If you ever stop loving me, I'll never stop loving you. If anyone say's I'm not yours, I'll help you kill them." Puck winks saucily, and draws out a soft giggle from his wife.
"I'll never stop loving you." Quinn reassures her husband. "It's just not possible."
Puck grins giddily, "I'll never stop loving you either… because as Santana so awesomely puts it, 'we're love-nuts, and written in the skies'. We're meant for each other, and it's our fate. Nuff said." He grins, and places a gentle kiss on his wife's lips. "Now get some sleep, won't be long till Jacob will wake up hungry again."
Quinn nods and pulled Puck's arm over her waist, before settling into him, laying her head against the crook of his arm.
"I love you, Quinn." Puck whispers into her hair.
"I love you too, Puck." Quinn whispers back.
"Love you too, little man." Puck whispers over Quinn's head to the little boy they already loved so much.
The couple finally dozed off into the night, each sporting happy smiles on their faces.
Yes indeed, the love birds are definitely written in the stars, and for as long as they'll live, they're destined for each other, because it's their FATE.
The End.
Authors Note:
WOOHOO! Well, finally it's over. I'd totally do a sequel, but I'm kind of out of ideas for now. In the mean time, I'll be working on my other story, "The New Guy" which will also be a Puck/Quinn story. They're my favorite characters in glee, and I personally think they're the cutest couple ever. I ship QUICK like it's the friggin' fourth of friggin' July! …And I'm really sorry if this whole story made Quinn look desperate. I just thought it would be nice if she fought some more for Puck since he was the one who seemed more into their relationship in the TV series. Anyway, I hate Murphy for randomly breaking them apart when they haven't even begun. It just sucks. But I still love glee. I just wished there were more Quick moments, but that's okay; Quick still lives in my stories, and other Quick fanfics. I hope this story wasn't too much of a drag. And if you hate Russell Fabray, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I just wanted him to turn out as a good guy for once. I've read hundreds of Quick fanfics and he's always the bad guy. Just wanted to portray him with a heart for once, so I'm truly sorry. He won't always be good in my stories though. So thank you again for reading, and please REVIEW!
-Sux2budude