I want to start off for apologizing for how long this took. I had some family things, then laptop issues and I actually have had this chapter written for like a week, but my laptop like went crazy, so yea, I finally get to post it.

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Chapter Three

When Beth woke up from her nap, Quinn bathed her and packed everything the infant would need for her dad's house that night. She didn't know how much Puck had at his house so she just packed everything she could think of.

At six o'clock Quinn but Beth into her car seat, said a quick and awkward good-bye to Judy, and carried the baby and her bag out to the car. Quinn made sure she had strapped the infant in securely before getting into the driver's seat.

It was her first time driving with Beth in the car and she found herself going at least 5 miles per hour under the speed limit as all times. People honked at her, but she ignored them because all she was worried about was Beth's safety.

Ten minutes later she pulled into Puck's driveway. She got out and unbuckled Beth's car seat and grabbed the bag before unsteadily walking to the door (everything was a bit heavy and she was still out of shape). She knocked and Puck answered the door with a smile.

"Here're my girls," he said, as he took Beth's car seat from Quinn's struggling grips. "Mom, Sarah, they're here," he yelled into the kitchen.

"Quinn, you are looking so well," Linda said, once she and Sarah had entered the living room.

"Oh, thanks," Quinn said. It's true she had lost a lot of her baby weight, and breastfeeding helped, but she still wasn't back to where she wanted to be, and she was still a little self-conscious about her body.

"And there's my stunning granddaughter," Linda cooed when her eyes fell on Beth. Puck sat the car seat on the ground and Linda bent down to take a better look. "Look at that beautiful, dark, Jewish hair," she smiled proudly as she rubbed her hand through Beth's short, dark hair. "She looks so much like Noah did when he was a baby."

"I guess we know I'm actually the father then," Puck joked. "Good thing, too because we didn't need another baby gate scandal."

Quinn punched him on the arm, and he smirked playfully at her.

"Dinner will be ready in five minutes," Linda said, as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Puck bent down and got Beth out of her car seat. "Do you want to hold her, Sarah?" he asked.

"I…I'm scared," Sarah answered.

"Just sit on the couch and you'll be fine," Quinn encouraged.

Sarah walked over and sat on the couch. Quinn showed her how to position her arms correctly, and Puck lied the infant in Sarah's arms.

Sarah smiled as Beth sat content in her arms, gurgling away. "She's so much lighter than I thought she would be," Sarah commented.

"She's a pretty tiny baby," Quinn said. "But she seems to like you."

Sarah's smile widened. "I like being an aunt. In a few years, when I get a job, I'm going to spoil her."

"I have a feeling your brother will take care of the spoiling until then," Quinn said, and Puck smiled because he knew it was true.

"Dinner's ready!" they heard Linda call from the kitchen. Sarah, reluctantly, handed the baby back to her brother as they made their way into the kitchen.

Quinn was proud that they had decided to carry on the tradition of family dinner's once a week, even though she had moved out. She remembered how happy Linda had been when she suggested the first one, and she knew it was one of Linda's favorite parts of the week.

For dinner Puck's mom, with Sarah's help, made turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. Beth slept in the play pen Puck had bought while everyone ate.

During dinner Quinn told everyone, in detail, how Beth's first week had gone. She recalled the first time the baby had spit up all down her back, and the time her poop had dripped down to her tiny legs. When they were done with that, Sarah told them all about a new boy she was crushing on, and Quinn promised to help her get ready, again, if they went on a date.

When dinner was over, Linda and Sarah took Beth into the living room so they could coo over her while Quinn and Puck did the dishes, as usual.

"You look tired," Puck commented as he ran a pan under the water. "So, exactly how much sleep am I going to lose tonight?"

Quinn chuckled. "She's been breathing kind of weird during the night, and not eating as much, so I've kind of been staying up to make sure she's okay."

"That doesn't sound good," Puck commented, his voice a bit panicked.

"Her one week check-up is tomorrow, so I'll tell the doctor, but my mom said she's just getting settled, and we shouldn't worry about it too much," Quinn explained.

"Alright," Puck said. "I'll keep an eye out for it tonight."

They finished the dishes and put them all away.

"I want to show you my room," Puck said once they were done.

"Did you redecorate it or something?" Quinn asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll see," he said as he led her out of the kitchen, into the living room where Linda, Sarah, and Beth were, down the hallway, and he stopped at the door to his room.

"Close your eyes," he commanded and she did. She heard him open the door before gently grabbing her arm and leading her into the room.

"Okay, you can open them," he said, and Quinn's eyes fluttered opened. She was so surprised when she first opened them she grabbed Puck's arm to steady her. The room she was looking at looked nothing like the room she had come to be familiar with the year before. Puck's bed was pushed completely against the wall, the posters of half-naked women that once hung above it, gone. His sports trophies were gone, too, and in their place were baby toys. Three of the walls were still the familiar gray, but the furthest wall was painted a pale pink. The words "Beth, I hear you calling" were painted over it in white. Against the pink wall was a white crib and changing table. And the most shocking thing of all was that you could actually see the ground. As much as Quinn tried when she lived there, she could never get that room clean, and now it seemed almost spotless.

"My mom brought up my old crib and changing table, and it was my idea to paint that wall, so when she was over here she could have something that felt like hers. I also went out with some of the money I have saved up, and bought some toys, clothes, bottles, and stuff. What do you think?"

A small tear fell down Quinn's cheek. "Puck, I can't believe you did this."

He shrugged. "I didn't think it was good for my daughter to be sleeping in a man-cave. This way she has her half of the room, and I have mine."

Quinn turned to face her boyfriend, and leaned in for a kiss. It was the most passionate kiss they had shared since Beth was born. Quinn slid her tongue over Puck's rough bottom lip, begging for entrance, which he happily granted. Her hands feel on his muscular chest, while his were holding onto her small hips. Once Quinn thought she might pass out for lack of oxygen, she reluctantly pulled away. She smiled at him as he stood there, momentarily stunned.

"I must have done something right," he commented. "Because that was amazing."

Quinn blushed a bit as she continued to smile. "You're a great dad," she said. "And great dads deserve rewards."

He smirked as he raised his eyebrow. "Then from now on I'm going to be the best dad in the world."

Quinn giggled. "We'll see about that."

Just then the sound of Beth's cries echoed into the room where the couple was standing. "Uh-oh, better go find out what's wrong," Quinn said. Puck took her hand and they walked out of the room, down the hallway, and into living room where Linda was walking around, bouncing a bit with Beth on her shoulder.

"She might need a diaper change," Quinn suggested. "It's been a couple hours so she's probably wet."

"I'll go do it," Linda offered.

"I think you should let Puck do it," Quinn countered. Puck gave her a look, but she just smiled at him.

"Be my guest," Linda said as she walked over and handed the crying baby to Puck.

It was his first time changing her diaper completely by himself, and Quinn just sat back and watched in amusement. It took a couple tries before he had the diaper turned the right way, and he was freaking out because Beth cried the whole time. It took seven minutes, but he finally finished, and it was a pretty damn good diaper in his opinion.

"It's getting pretty late, and she probably needs to sleep, so I better get back home," Quinn said once he joined her by the door.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Puck asked.

"Yes, my mom's totally against it, and I don't need anymore tension in that house than there already is," Quinn answered. "Now, let me say good-bye to her."

Puck handed Quinn the baby so she could say good-bye. "Good bye my little lady bug," she said as she kissed the infant on top of her head. "Mommy will miss you, but she will enjoy a night of sleeping without any interruptions."

They walked into the living room and Quinn went over Beth's nighttime routine about seven times before Puck convinced her everything would be okay, and if he had any problems his mom would be there.

"You have my cell phone number, too, so don't hesitate to use it," she said. Puck nodded, and she bent down for one more kiss from Beth. "Don't forget she has a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, so I'll be over around 10."

"Aye, aye, captain," Puck answered. Quinn rolled her eyes and leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips before opening the door and leaving.

When she got home she didn't really know what to do, considering it was the first time she had been home alone without Beth since the infant was born. She planned on catching up on her reading, or maybe watching a movie, but as soon as she went into her room to change and lied down on her bed, she was out cold, and it was only eight o'clock.

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Puck was sitting in a recliner chair in the living room, feeding Beth a bottle Quinn had pumped earlier that day. He couldn't help but laugh at himself because he knew if the "old Puck" from freshman year saw him now, he would kick his own ass. But there was something about being a father that changed him inside. Suddenly throwing people into dumpsters and sticking their head in the toilet didn't seem as fun. Sure, he was still going to be a badass, nothing would change that, but he was done with his childish antics.

He looked down at his daughter, who was happily sucking away on her bottle. He could already picture her as a teenager, big brown curls and wide hazel eyes, her moms slim body, and his attitude, and it made him cringe. There was no way this girl was going to date anyone until she was at least 30. He was going to protect her from any kind of harm or danger that might come her way because his dad never did. He was going to do everything to make sure she didn't end up as screwed as he was, and if that made him a fucking sap, then so be it.

Beth finished most of her bottle, before crying that she was done. He stuck her pacifier in her mouth, and she stopped crying and began to suck away. He rocked her back in forth in the recliner singing softly to help her fall asleep. He could tell she was exhausted because it only took one song before her eyes were closing and he could see the rising and falling of her tiny chest. He would never admit this to anyone, but the sight actually made him cry. He sat and watched his daughter sleep peacefully in his arms, wishing she could stay like that forever because it would be so much easier to keep her out of harm's way.