"So, you all thought it was best that you keep that from me?" Quinn shakes her head, "You're all idiots."

"We didn't want the stress to-" Tate begins, looking her over as he takes a seat on the side of the bed.

"To force me into labor? Tate, I'm fine. I'm at the end of this. You can tell me things that may or may not force me into labor because I, honestly, don't care that much. Besides, don't you think the issue may be why he bit his classmate and not just that he did so in the first place?" She adjusts her position on the bed, her eyes never leaving the man as she does so.

He looks away, nodding, "I wasn't thinking about that."

"No, you weren't. I know you're stressed with work and with the kids and with me being stuck in bed, but...honey, I'm not as fragile as I may appear."

Tate smiles a little, "There are a lot of words I could use to describe you and not one of them would be fragile." He looks over, moving closer to her, careful of the small boy still resting on the bed. His lips go to hers, his body hovering over Finn.

"Tate, go bed."

Quinn begins to giggle against the man's lips when she hears her son's voice. "You heard the boss." She continues to laugh, accidentally shaking the bed in the process.

"Mommy, 'top it." Finn wraps his arm around his mother, yawning as he snuggles up to her side.

"I'll go get you a pull-up." Tate moves away from them, "Can't have you peeing the bed."

"You get one too." The boy smiles, keeping his eyes closed.

"Me? Me get a pull-up?" The man bounds back onto the bed, tickling the toddler.

"Well, isn't that something?" Jack gently rested his hand on his daughter's belly, "Future football player in the making."

"There's a boy in there too, you know." Quinn grinned, teasing him mostly, "One of each. Most men get only one or the other to fawn over when they're first made into a grandfather and you get one of each."

"I know it." He gently kissed the young woman's temple, "You know, I only remember bits and pieces about when your mother was pregnant, but...there was never a time when I didn't want to be your father. Never a single time."

The young woman glanced over to him, watching him a little before speaking, "What makes you bring that up?"

"Their father...the guy who..." Jack cleared his throat, "He doesn't seem like he wants it. Not in the least bit."

Quinn's chin wrinkled, lip began to tremble. "I know."

"Oh, God. Don't...please don't cry, baby." He shook his head, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just don't want you spending your time worrying about him is all."

"I know...I know, Daddy." She nodded, a tear falling from her eye and trickling down her cheek.

"I'm never going to give them the chance to miss him. Got it?" Jack gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding the young woman closely, "I will always be here for you and those kids of yours."

Andy groans unexpectedly as he attempts to adjust his posture in bed. "Fuck." He hisses to himself.

"If you stopped moving so much, it wouldn't hurt." Sharon mumbles, opening an eye.

"Just go on to sleep, Sharon. You got work in the morning."

"I can't do much of anything with you moving as much as you are." She sighs, rolling onto her back to look at him, "There's more on your mind than this arm. Talk."

"I don't want it to..." Andy shakes his head, looking to nothing out in front of him as he talks, "Nah, nothing. It's fine. Want me to rub your back with the arm that isn't keeping me awake?"

"You're changing the subject." Sharon raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but..." He sighs softly, "Harper said something to me while she was painting my face up earlier. Well, asked me something, is more like it. She asked why I loved her more than her grandfather."

"She what?" Her eyes open more before she slowly sits up in bed.

"Well, she asked why Jackson didn't love her as much as I do. Why doesn't she call him an actual grandfather-like name instead of just Jackson?" Andy shakes his head, "I mean, it's a little weird."

Sharon sighs, rubbing the corners of her eyes then the bridge of her nose, "This is what I was fearing."

"That your grandkids would like me?"

"No, that Jack's absence would make them think they somehow weren't good enough for him."

Andy begins to shake his head, "Sharon, I don't think all-"

"Yes, it is. He was here. He was making an effort again. Then he up and moved back to Las Vegas. Why is that?" Sharon looks into the man's eyes, "He's afraid he's going to miss something."

"Or, maybe he has someone else just like you do."

She looks away slowly, "Oh."

"Look, Sharon, I don't know for sure or anything like that. He never said anything to me...and why would he, ya know?" Andy bites his lip, "I'm..."

"No, no, you're right." Sharon offers him a sad smile, "I always knew there were probably girls on the side when we were married. He was away far too often for there not to be." She clears her throat, shaking her head, "We are divorced. This is all so selfish of me." Sharon absently draws her knees up to her chest.

"No, it isn't." He reaches his hand over to cover her forearm, "It isn't fair. You abided by your vowels for twenty-some odd years and he didn't. He put you through raising children on your own while living it up in Las Vegas. Yeah, he was an addict, but he rarely even tried to better himself. He's comfortable in his addiction."

"I know." She moves toward him more, resting her head on his well shoulder. "Sammy asked me something similar when he was small...just starting school."

Andy strokes her hair gently, "Yeah?"

"Yes...and I didn't know what to say then either."

He smiles to her, "Don't worry about it. I let her put even more makeup on me to take her mind off of it."

"Rusty sent me a picture." Sharon grins, picking her head up to look to him, "Jack talks to Quinn on the video messenger thing, but he thinks that's the same with the grandkids too. They remember time spent with them...not by your face being on a computer monitor. I've tried to tell him so many times, Andy."

"Then don't worry about it." Andy shakes his head, "This is on him. He's the one missing out here."

She leans up, capturing his lips with her own, "You're right."

"Can I get more of that for being right?"

"Gladly," Sharon hums a soft giggle before kissing him deeply once more.

"Shar, it's just for one night. Come on. Just like old times." Jackson followed her about the condominium, a pleading tone seeping through his voice.

"You broke Rusty's heart last time you just stayed on the sofa." Sharon shook her head.

He furrowed his brow, "What? How? That's ridiculous."

"For that little amount of time, with the exception of Sam, you were a male figure that he could look up to just a little bit. He's used to men being terrible to him with the exception of the men I work with and you just couldn't be bothered with him. He isn't like Sam or Quinn. You need to give him a heads up."

"He's an adult."

"He's a teenager who has led a far less than perfect life. This is his safe spot. This is his home. I will not allow you to make it otherwise with him." She tucked her hair behind her ear, "Stay with Quinn."

"That shit hole? It's on the other-" Jack furrowed his brow, his voice raised ever so slightly in an attempt to prove a point.

"Then go back to where you were before." Sharon glared mildly, used to this man and his shenanigans.

"Sharon, I thought we were-"

"You were fiercely mistaken, Jackson."

"Quinn, you're supposed to be in bed." Andy grits his teeth as he rises from the sofa. "Just because your mother isn't-"

"Andy, I'm just putting the kettle on for tea. It's water, on a stove. Then, I'm going to put said water into a mug with a teabag." Quinn teases the man, "I mean, you can do it for me, but it never tastes the right way unless I do it."

"I'm the same way with my marinara." He smirks, moving to the kitchen to watch her.

"You like to cook?"

Andy nods, "Yeah, I love it. My mother was Italian. She made cooking an art form." He nods, "My first wife wasn't much of a...much of a cook or anything really. She complained a lot."

"So you did the cooking then?" Quinn raises an eyebrow, "Bet your kids loved that."

"No, I did the drinking." He offers a sad smile, "I wasn't there much when I wasn't at work. We got divorced and that's why my relationship is the way that it is with my kids."

"You've come a long way, Flynn." When she notices the man nod, "There will be plenty of water left over if you want some tea."

"I'm not much of a tea guy."

Quinn shrugs, "Your loss. We don't have any coffee here though. The smell was making me nauseous early on in my pregnancy so Tate rid the apartment of all the bags we had." The corners of her mouth turn up a little, "I didn't ask him to, he just did it."

Andy sighs dramatically, playfully, "Fine, make me tea. Guess I can give it a shot. It's supposed to be better for ya, right?"

"Depends on what type." She reaches over to gently squeeze his forearm, "No worries, I'll take care of it."