A new place

5 degrees. That was certainly not like what Quinn was used to waking up to. Luckily, the house was toasty warm especially where she was cuddled underneath the bedcovers. Her body was loosely being held between Sam's sleeping arms. She smiled and nuzzled her face gently into his chest, not quite ready to wake up yet. Her free arm wrapped around his waist as she placed loving kisses on his chest. She moved her lips to press one innocent kiss to his collar bone before moving to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning, baby." Quinn whispered through a grin as his eyes flickered open. "I like the cold because it gives me an excuse to not have to leave the bed and your arms." She admitted, hiding her face in his neck as he woke up a little more. "I love waking up to you." She shouted the love. Sam blinked and smiled back to his wife.

They'd spent all of yesterday just settling into their new house on the east side of New York, All they had managed to make themselves do yesterday was hanging out with his mom and dad, and Isla looking at his baby pictures and eating dinner. Whatever was in store for today she knew would be just as entertaining. Quinn moved from his neck to give him a slow 'good morning' kiss since he seemed a bit more awake.

"Do we have anything planned for today?" Quinn asked him.

"We can stay in bed all day if you like!" Sam responded to her, winking to her, she made a quick assumption that his reference was to sex. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to kiss her.

Quinn laughed. "Isla is in the other room! And I'm sure the twins won't want to be disturbed." She said to him. He loved hearing these words. Sam picked up a scrawny piece of lined paper from his bedside cabinet and leaned over to write a message to his wife. He scribbled with a crayon which was Isla's. He grabbed the piece of paper, folded it into a neat little triangle and passed it to her underneath the sheets as their hands were locked together. Quinn stole it from his hand and placed it in her other, unfolding it; it read:

Hey, Q, you look beautiful this morning. Well you always look like that, but today you look extra beautiful. I like when your hair is like that. You kind of look like an angel. Quinn's face lit up, glowing. She wrote back in her tiny writing which was absolute perfection. You tell me this every day, Sam. She passed it under again; they acted like school children being naughty in a lesson. Quinn atomically laughed and Sam looked down at her, smiled. Sam wrote back another message. This time, he put his hand over the piece of paper so that Quinn could not see what he was writing. He did this to make the situation look more and more childish. Because it's true, Q, you're the most beautiful girl in the ENTIRE world. I would be a bad husband if I didn't remind you every change I got I love you Q. Quinn felt a tear stream down from her left eye. She was filling up. She took her pencil and scribed, slowly. Then, she wiped the tear from her cheek with her pyjama sleeve and tossed it to him again. He received it from her and smiled. My wife is amazing. He thought. She had written a final message to him: You're the perfect husband Sammy. I love you too. Xx

Rolling out of bed that morning was hard. Too hard. She could have stayed curled up with Sam all day long and not have any qualms about it. Quinn wouldn't even care that it was absolutely gorgeous snow weather outside or that she could take her daughter out for some quality time, as long as she was in his arms, it didn't matter anymore. She always thought this though, it was perfectly normal. The blonde managed to pull herself up though. Pulling on one of Sam's old t-shirts then her own very short shorts, Quinn poked her boyfriend to make him get up. She looked in the mirror to sort out her behead and she could see her bump was inevitably growing bigger. It had been a month since her last check up with Doctor. Franks and they had moved house, they now lived on the upper east side of New York City in a much quieter zone; surrounded by trees and quaint little families similar to themselves. Quinn and Sam still had lots of unpacking to do, but Quinn figured she would do more unpacking and cleaning when she was off for maternity leave. She only had a couple of months to wait, but for now, all was good.

Quinn smoothed out her pink dress through the mirror as her bump shone. She tossed her curls, moving them so they were more spirally. She didn't even bother with shoes knowing she would be stuck in the grass. The weather sure had warmed up from the early morning. Quinn made sure to grab her phone and the picnic basket before making her way out to the kitchen for some more food before leaving. Sam and Isla were already at the park; they had gone a good few hours ago so they could spend some time chasing butterflies as this was what Isla absolutely adored. She spread the table cloth over the card table that she had set up earlier. The hot food sat in the isolated bag and she smoothed out the creases in the blanket before folding it neatly and placing it back in the picnic bag. She made her way out of the house, taking a look at the overgrowing flowers she would need Sam to trim for her as it was increasingly becoming harder for her to bend. She made her way through the park, her feet trailing along. She spotted Sam showing Isla a type of flower. She smiled. A perfect family moment she thought. She rummaged around for her camera and took a picture of them both by some trees.

"Good morning sleepy head! Guess you finally got out of bed!" Sam said to her to make Isla chuckle.

Quinn laughed too, then Isla had an outburst of speech. "Mommy! Can I take a picture of you and daddy?" Isla asked with a high tone in her voice. Sam and Quinn stood by the lake, Sam put his arm around her back and her smile grew bigger, he also did too. She covered her belly with her arm and he placed his hand in his jeans pocket.

"That's awesome guys." Isla said and her parents both giggled. She was such a comedian in her own rights. Isla handed Quinn's camera back to her. "Mommy! Can we have some food, I'm starrvinnggg" Quinn answered her.

"Of course we can darling." And they made their way to a tiny space between a park bench and some trees. Sam lied down on the grass, his hand propped up against his cheek and his chin holding himself up. Isla imitated him and did the exact same. Quinn said with her legs folded, neatly. She tousled her curls, and brought out the bottle of wine which was chilling in a bucket of ice in the picnic box.

"Can I have some mommy? Daddy?" Isla asked and Sam grinned as he pulled out a peanut butter sandwich. Quinn passed him a napkin so he wouldn't make a mess of his shirt, she was sometimes like his mother. She knew how easily he could become messed and make a fool of himself, but she loved that. She poured Isla a small glass of orange juice and handed it to her, releasing it from her hand, and then Isla took it from her.

"Thanks mommy." She said with a smile.

Quinn was sat looking at Sam. She thinks he's ridiculous. He's been taking pictures of people passing by or birds getting too close and she can tell by the way he's holding the camera that most of them are probably out of focus or weirdly composed. He almost broke her camera strap and he tries to help her fix it while she laughs because really, he has no clue what he's doing or how to make it better. Quinn was the expert on cameras. She had, roughly about 6 at home that she loved, and she changed every time she travelled somewhere new. Sam went over to the stall at the side of the park; he bought her a strawberry-kiwi smoothie and a balloon animal for her to share with Isla. She wouldn't go without a smoothie but she couldn't be bothered to travel around with it all day in her hand. But he bought her one and for some reason she doesn't mind taking it with her all day. Quinn took a sip of her smoothie, as Isla bit into a pretzel flavour M savouring every little bite, yet Sam leant over and tried to steal it from her for a nibble. He tickled her but gave her it back, and she finished the remains of it. She loved her parents so much. She looked up to her mum for fashion advice and everything a little girl looks up to her mother for, but she looked up to Sam equally; she looked up to her father for guidance, and he had a laugh with her.

After they had finished lunch, Quinn took the picnic box back to the house and departed it immediately; she met Sam and Isla at the huge lake which dominated the centre of the park which they lived very close to. Isla held her animal balloon, tugging at it every three seconds for fun. Quinn slowly walked to the edge of the water and pulled the hem of her dress up to stand in the water and wait for her husband. The sound of the waves in the lake soothed her mind, and Isla watched her parents. Suddenly, Sam scooped Quinn up and held her in his muscular arms. He stroked her leg, and ran across the shore. Isla stood, watching them and giggling away.

"Sam! You better put me down! Ah!" She said with a little scream and a giggle. He splashed water on her legs and he turned to find Isla moving her hand around in the cold water, she scooped some water in her hand and then threw it back down; she was easily amused. Sam leant into Quinn for a smooch and she appreciated it. She smiled straight after, delighted.

"Sam! Put me down!" She said whilst laughing to herself.

"But the twins told me; they love it!" Sam said to her and he laughed at his own joke. Sam put Quinn down and picked Isla up from paddling in the lake; she was dipping her toes in, being very neat about it. He picked her up and placed her on his back, as they walked through the park, he kept tight hold of her small legs all the way back... she was still clutching to the balloon he bought her.

Quinn and Sam returned to their new house; stacked with moving boxes and nothing in place just yet. They had dropped Isla off at Sam's moms earlier for her Sunday dinner. Quinn dropped the keys down on the coffee table which was piled high with newspapers and more moving boxes. She hung the animal balloon from the park beside the sofa and wiped her forehead with her dry hand. Sam grabbed her round the waist from the back and she smiled, whilst saying "So, where do we start?" She asked impatiently.

"Right over here." He said, scooping her again in his arms and leading her towards the bedroom.