"Tell me again who are we picking up?" Sam asked after he parked the car and caught up with his family. He didn't have a chance to ask earlier as Livy kept on crying the whole time and Quinn was busy calming her down. Although Quinn said she could pick this person up by herself, there was no way Sam would let her and in the end the whole family went to the airport. Quinn also said that this person would stay with them for a few days and Sam absentmindedly said yes because he was focusing on the road. Anyway, Quinn wouldn't let just some random person to stay at their home, right?

"Ah, let me hold Livy," Sam said before Quinn could answer.

"There he is!" Quinn exclaimed and waved excitedly, hands free now that Livy was safely tucked in Sam's arms. "Finn!"

Sam followed Quinn's line of sight and true enough a man emerged from the crowd straight towards their direction. A man he recognized very, very well.

Finn. Finn. That Finn. Finn Hudson.

Quinn's ex-boyfriend. The one who actually attempted to steal Quinn from him many years ago before they got married, the one who insisted that they never broke up due to lack of love but rather due to unfortunate circumstances. The one who caused many fights between Sam and Quinn back then. That Finn who finally had to move back to Hawaii and gave Sam a peace of mind.

"You look gorgeous!" Finn exclaimed and spread his arms. Quinn laughed and hugged him, causing Sam to regret taking Livy from Quinn. "You look fine as well. Hawaii seems to do you good."

"Amazing view every day, yeah. But I prefer to see you any day." Finn winked and kissed Quinn's cheek while Sam felt blood rushed to his head. As if on cue, Finn finally turned his attention to the rest of the family. "Well, well, who do we have here? Cute boy and baby girl," Finn released Quinn and smiled at Sam. "And you."

"This is Nate," Quinn patted Nate's head, telling him to greet Finn. Then she gently took Livy from Sam's arms and showed her to Finn. "This is Livy."

"So cute... the little one looks a lot like you," Finn touched the tip of Livy's nose. Livy just squirmed in her sleep.

"Surely you still remember Sam, now my husband."

Sam stepped forward and stood as straight as possible. He put up his blank slash I-have-the-perfect-life-and-you-don't look and lazily raised his hand to shake with Finn's. Finn just smirked, "Of course. The possessive boy."

Oh, he was so looking for a fight.

After that, of course Sam had to drive with Nate sitting by his side while Quinn was chatting all the way with Finn in the back seats. Sam wished for Livy to wake up and interrupt them, but no, Livy for once was being quiet and only woke up when they arrived at home- which required all of Quinn's attention, so he told Sam to show Finn around the house... and into the guest bedroom.

"Why are you being so impolite to our guest?" Quinn hissed, still trying to coo Livy back into sleep in the baby's room. "You already said yes earlier!"

"Because I didn't know who the guest was! I don't see why should he stay with us! Why can't he just stay at a hotel or something? He's on a business trip, right?"

"Imagine this. Me, in an unfamiliar city. I only know Finn in that city. What would you do? You would let me stay with him, no?"

Sam gaped, as if offended, "I would get you a good hotel room and rent a car plus a driver for you! Besides, it's not like he's unfamiliar Lima, he lived here before!"

"Oh, you're impossible!" As if on cue, Livy blasted out crying and Quinn shot him one last glare before shutting him off completely. That was obviously the end of discussion.

Outside, Nate heard it all and he shuffled to his room when he heard his dad stomping towards the door.

"Why do you hate Uncle Finn?"

Sam's finger stopped moving on his son's textbook. He knew this question was bound to come. Nate was a smart boy and Sam was never one who could hide his feelings. But it wouldn't hurt to try avoiding the question. "We're not done with your homework, Nate."

"Answer me first," Nate put his pencil down and crossed his arms.

No use trying then. Sam knew his son would ask until his question got answered. After putting down his pencil as well, he muttered, "I don't?"

"Are you asking me?" The boy frowned in confusion.

"No, I mean, I don't hate him."

His son rolled his eyes, a habit he picked up from his mom. Sam sighed and gave up. "Fine. But hate is a strong word. I just... don't like him."

"Why? He seems nice. And he's Mommy's friend."

"Yeah, right." Sam had the urge to roll his eyes, but he wasn't about to pick up that habit, no.

"What do you mean? It's true."

Maybe Sam was being a bit childish, but he just wanted someone to be on his side. Didn't matter how old they were or how capable they were in judging others. "He's not exactly your Mommy's friend."

"No? Then who is he?"

"You know, before your Mommy and I met, we have other loved ones, ones we thought would be our beloved for life. Although of course we were wrong since your Mommy and I were meant to be. Anyway, that man used to be Mommy's... boyfriend."

Nate widened his eyes. "Really?"

Sam nodded and the little boy gasped, "So Mommy used to love him the way he love you now?"

"No, not like that at all!" Sam answered quickly with a pout. "Your Mommy loves me way, way more than he liked him then."

"So... why do you hate Uncle Finn?"

Sam had no choice, see. He had to put it as simple as he could. Nate wouldn't understand the complex explanation because he was too young to understand. So Sam explained in one, short sentence that summed it all up and was, honestly, completely unbiased, "I think he wants to steal Mommy from us."

"I don't like you," Nate exclaimed bluntly the very next morning when they had breakfast together. Sam silently cheered on his son, but Finn didn't seem appalled. Instead, he was chuckling, even more when Quinn lecturing Nate about manner. The boy didn't understand why his mom seemed to be on Uncle Finn's side- did she want to be stolen or something? But Daddy said Mommy loved him more, so...

Really, it was too confusing for Nate's small head. He just knew that he believed what his dad said and he would never, ever let that happen. Especially since Uncle Finn seemed to care less about his display of hate. Even when Daddy and him got ready to go and said their goodbyes to Mommy and Livy on the door, Uncle Finn wrapped his arm around Mommy's shoulder and waved like he was the owner of the house.

Yeah, Nate really didn't like him.

The little boy put the phone down. His dad just called and said that he had to stay back at the office. Expecting to order a delivery since his mom was busy with a project, the boy pouted when Uncle Finn said he would cook instead.

"I don't want to eat your food! I only eat Daddy's!" Nate said defiantly.

"Oh God, shut it!" Quinn snapped and turned to Finn. "It's okay, Finn. I don't want to bother you. We can just order a takeout-."

"No, no. It's the least I can do. I couldn't freeload my stay here, no?"

"Finn, don't say that..."

"I was just kidding," Finn chuckled and stroked Quinn's hair. "Don't be too serious."

Nate watched with growing dislike and he burst out. "I don't wanna eat your food!"

"Don't eat then," Quinn rolled her eyes.

In the end, Nate made himself a bowl of cereal and milk and ate in his room, avoiding the scene of his mom and that man eating happily on the dinner table ('like family,' a small, annoying thought popped up in his mind, but Nate ignored it).

His hate towards Finn only piled up the next day when even Kate, his very own best friend, seemed to like him.

"Really, I think your drawings are cute," Finn said as he ruffled the petite girl's hair, while on the side Nate pouted when he saw Kate blushing adorably.

"Thank you..." Kate said softly and drew something again quickly. She proudly showed it to Finn who smiled and said, "Oh, is that me?"

Which part of it? Nate wondered. To him, the drawing looked like scribbles, although he knew better than to say it out loud. Kate would've cried.

"Yes," Kate nodded shyly, "it's for you."

Nate bulged his eyes.

After he took Kate back home, he returned with a new set of determination and confronted Finn instantly. "You will never steal Mommy away from us!"

The subject of hatred just had to chuckle. How couldn't he? The son was as amusing as the dad. "Oh? Why not?"

"Because my Daddy is better than you! He's more handsome, he's smarter, he cooks better than you!"

"Well, you've never tasted my cooking, so you don't know that..."

"I don't care! I know already! Besides, my Mommy and Daddy are so so so much in love!"

"You mean like how I'm in love with my dog back home, and how I really love good food..."

"It's not like that!" Nate screamed in frustration and Finn had to stop himself from laughing out loud. "Mommy couldn't live without Daddy! Although she doesn't say it, she would miss him when he doesn't come home! So just give up because Mommy would never go with you!"

"What's with all the racket!?" Quinn appeared, displeased with Nate's shouting as it was getting hard to focus on her work. "Who is going with who?"

"Mommy!" Nate ran to his mom and hugged her legs. "You're not going with him, right?"

"Who said that?"

Nate kept his lips sealed, but Quinn didn't need him to say that it was Sam. This was getting out of control and she swore she would talk to her husband later. "Listen, go to your room and think about how impolite you have been to our guest!"

"But Mommy-!"

"No but!" Quinn said sternly. The little boy pouted but he knew better than going against his mom's words. He stuck his tongue out at Finn and ran upstairs to his room. After she was sure that Nate stayed in his room like she told him to, Quinn turned to Finn and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Don't worry."

"I don't know what has gotten into them- Nate and Sam. Mostly Sam because obviously he said some weird things to Nate..."

"Seems like he's still the jealous man, huh?" Finn just chuckled.

Later that day, Sam came home to similarly unpleasant scene in the baby room. Finn was holding his baby, his daughter, and was singing to her. "Give her to me," Sam said curtly and extended his hand like a kid asking for candies.

Finn merely hushed him and said softly, "She's sleeping."

"Then let her dad bring her to bed," Sam persisted, already taking his daughter into his arms, but the movements woke Livy up and she began to wail. "Sssh... sshh, Livy, it's Daddy... don't cry..." But she wouldn't stop crying, and soon enough Quinn walked in, tired and annoyed.

"What happened here? I thought Livy was sleeping already. Did you wake her up?"

"I didn't-," Sam began defensively. "I just wanted to hold her."

"Do you even know that she had been crying nonstop?" Quinn snapped. "I was finally about to get some rest but now she woke up again!"

"A dad has the right to hold his daughter, no?"

"Well, a dad should've helped me to stop her from crying, not causing her to cry again!"

"Hey, hey, don't fight in front of the baby," Finn tried to step in. Sam was about to lash out at him, but Livy wailed again, louder this time. "She's just sleepy, you need to hold her properly."

"What do you know!? I'm her dad, I-."

"Sam, please," Quinn rubbed her forehead. "I'm very tired, okay? "

Reluctantly, unwillingly, Sam returned Livy to Finn. True enough, moments later Livy was sound asleep and Finn lowered her to the baby crib gently.

"See?" Quinn scolded Sam again in a low voice. "You're not helping here. He knew what to do."

Sam couldn't help it. Those words sent jealousy surging through him like fire. Jealousy... and fear. "...Why don't you marry him then?"

Without waiting for Quinn's reaction, he dashed to his and Quinn's room and grabbed a bag. Quinn came after him, asking what he was doing, but Sam didn't answer. Head pulsing with anger, he stuffed one shirt after another inside the bag. "I'm not coming home for a while," he said almost robotically as he stormed out of the room. Nate was standing there on the hallway, confused, awoken by all the commotion. Finn was there too, and one look at his unreadable expression was enough for Sam to shut off all of Quinn's pleading.

Uh, oh. What's happening here? Sam's leaving? Well, I know you'll probably hate Finn for this, and hate me too, but things like this could happen in a marriage. Sorry for the cliffhanger-ish ending but I have to do this. You'll find out what's going to happen in the next chapter though a.k.a the second part of this story. And if I can get many reviews for this, I could update the second part faster ;) So, keep it coming. Tell me wether you like it, or hate it. Thank you :)