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"Push Quinn, come on baby I know you can do this!"
Quinn squeezed Puck's hand as she dug her feet into the stirrups, every minute seeming to get worse and worse.
"I can't, I can't do this!" she cried as she fell back against the bed, her body aching as the room swirled around her.
"Yes you can Quinn, now come on!" Puck insisted, now squeezing her hand as he slid his arm around her and pushed her back up.
"I can't, I just can't," she said exhausted, having pushed for the past thirty minutes with no epidural or sign of their baby.
"Quinn you can, I know it," Puck encouraged, "Come on babe, the faster we push and get her out the more time we get to have with her!"
"I'm not a god damn oven Puck!" Quinn yelled, "I can't just pop her out, it isn't up to me!" He continued to support her, steadying her weight as she was told to push again.
"I…HATE…YOU!" she bit out between breaths, sweating and groaning as she clawed at Puck while pain seared through her body.
"Understandable, now push!" Quinn continued to push with all her might, noticing the doctors face change suddenly as a sharp pain hit her instantly.
"Quinn I see the head! I see the head!" Puck cheered as he peeked lower, making an odd face while trying to hold back his disgust.
"Alright Quinn, what's happening now is you're crowning," her doctor informed her calmly, "The pain you feel for the next few minutes is going to get a little more intense-"
"-how is that possible?-"
"-but I need you to stay focused and keep breathing, concentrate on the pressure you feel to help you push ok?" Quinn nodded as she breathed in deeply, pain piercing throughout her body as she pushed once more.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, expecting to faint at any moment from the intense pain, "GET HER OUT, GET HER OUT!"
"We have a head!"
"We have a head!"
"I HEARD PUCK!"
"One more big push Quinn!"
"Come on baby!"
Quinn screamed as she pushed harder than she thought possible, feeling a blinding pain as she gave one final push. She collapsed against the bed as she felt the pressure release, panting and crying as Puck kissed every part of her face. A sharp cry suddenly filled the room, the throbbing pain Quinn felt now diminishing as she opened her eyes to see her baby wiggling in the doctors arms.
"Congratulations Ms. Fabray," he said as he grinned, placing the tiny infant in the nurses hands as he began to stitch her up. Quinn couldn't take her eyes off of her as they cleaned and weighed her, wanting to make sure they were gentle and careful with their little girl. Finally they wrapped her up in a bright pink blanket, walking her over to Quinn and Puck and placing her in their arms.
"She's beautiful," the nurse whispered sweetly, both young parents speechless as they took her in. She was seven pounds, eight ounces, and just a little over nineteen inches. Quinn gently slipped her booties off as the baby moved around, wanting to count each and every finger and toe just in case. Her lips were pouty and she had soft dark hair, Quinn already in love with everything about her daughter. She heard a sniffle and looked to see Puck wiping his eyes, Quinn not the only one overwhelmed by it all.
"We did it," she said excitedly as she leaned over and pecked his cheek, Puck only able to nod as he wiped his face. She turned back to their baby girl, watching as she rested peacefully in her arms. Quinn had never been sure of anything when it came to her and Puck, but in that moment she just knew that no matter what their daughter would always be loved and taken care of.
"I love you so much Quinn," Puck said as he bent down to kiss the baby, "and you too little girl, I love you more than anything."
"Carmen."
"No, Melinda."
"Psh, Abigail."
"Whatever, Stephanie."
Puck and Quinn had been at it for almost an hour, trying to finalize the name of their daughter. They knew they wanted her middle name to be Marie, seeing as it was Puck's mom's middle name as well. So far they had vetoed pretty much everything, only leaving Charlotte and Danielle as slight maybes.
"I like Olivia."
"And I like Brooklyn."
"Nuh uh, Austin."
"Oh! Evelyn."
Puck sighed as he rocked the infant back and forth, determined to give her the best name ever. He smiled as she fluttered in his arms, getting settled so she could go back to sleep.
"She looks just like you," he said with a smile, "I mean down to her nose she is you."
"Yeah but she got your dark hair," Quinn said as she lightly stroked the baby's cheek, "your mom will be happy about that." They continued to stare in awe, Quinn wishing they could live in this moment forever.
"What about Leanne?"
"Nah, Fiona?"
"Not a Disney film, Charlotte?"
"Not a chick flick, Imogen?"
"N-wait, what'd you say?" Puck paused as he briefly took his eyes off their baby, looking up and repeating the name.
"Imogen. Like, "Emma" but with-"
"No I know," Quinn said as she smiled, "I just really like it."
"Yeah?" Puck said as he grinned, "Imogen Marie, rolls off the tongue pretty nicely." He looked back down and began cooing to the baby, asking if she approved while tickling her feet. Quinn laughed as she heard the door to their room open, Puck's mom entering as she brought in coffee and water.
"How we doing in here?" she smiled.
"Great, we finally picked a name," Quinn said excitedly.
"Oh yeah, what?"
"Imogen Marie," they said in unison, her eyes filling with tears when she heard it.
"Aw you two are so sweet, naming her after me like that!" She squeezed Quinn as she patted Puck's head, the whole day causing her to be a little emotional.
"Alright ma, alright," Puck laughed, turning his focus back to the baby.
"Oh Puck, sweetie, you uh, you have a visitor in the hall," she said cautiously, avoiding Quinn's eyes as Puck looked up confused.
"I do? Who-oh." He looked to Quinn who already knew who was waiting in the hall, sighing as he stood up and handed her the baby.
"I'll be right back ok?" he said as he kissed her cheek.
"Puck, its ok-"
"No, this is our time and I want you to be relaxed," he said as he smiled, "So I'll be right back." He exited the room as Quinn rested, glad that he was sticking to his word for her.
"Hey dad," Puck said as he walked into the hall, his father sitting in the waiting room anxiously.
"We got a girl?"
"We got a girl," Puck grinned as his dad hugged him tightly.
"Congrats Noah, that's great," he said gruffly, pushing past him and heading towards Quinn's room.
"Uh dad wait!" Puck called, hurrying in front of him and placing his hand on his chest.
"Something wrong?" Puck hesitated, trying to find the right words to say without throwing Quinn under a bus.
"Its just that right now, you know, the hospital likes to keep things simple. Not a lot of chaos in the room, only certain visitors and stuff and, well, just for know, I think it'd be best of you didn't go back yet." His dad flashed him a confused face.
"The hospital huh?"
"Yeah, you know, er-procedure." His dad stared at him oddly while he shook his head, stomping his foot as he chuckled.
"I guess you and Quinn worked everything out."
"Wha-yeah, I mean we did of course," Puck said confused, not sure what he meant but going along, "Look I promise you as soon as we get home I'll call you, alright?" His dad nodded as he patted his son's shoulder, walking past him towards the exit.
"Alright Noah, give me a holler."
"Oh dad?"
"Yeah," he asked before exiting the room.
"I uh, I need my phone back." His dad paused before shuffling in his pocket, pulling out the phone and stuffing it in Puck's hand.
"And my truck," he added softly, avoiding his eyes while staring at the floor.
"Boy I guess you guys really made up," his dad muttered, jingling the keys in his hand before placing them on top of the phone.
"I'm-I'm sorry-"
"Fine," he dad said tightly, plastering on a grin before leaving, "Take care and call me…or try to find me somehow." Puck felt guilty as he made his way back to the room, knowing he shouldn't but unable to shake the feelings.
"Everything alright?" Quinn asked sweetly, noticing his change in demeanor.
"Yeah, everything's great," he forced out, setting down the keys and phone beside her bed, "Just tired." Quinn scooted over and patted the spot beside her, making room so Puck could join her.
"Come on daddy, climb in," she said jokingly, pulling back the covers as he crawled up. The two laid in silence as Imogen rested against his chest, the small family falling asleep after their big day.
"Puck?" Quinn called out in the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
Quinn's eyes snapped open abruptly as someone snapped the light in her room on, loud voices and arguing filling the air.
"There's a mistake! A mistake I tell you, he didn't even have it tonight!" Quinn wiped her eyes as her vision became clear, Puck's mom pushing someone away at the door as nurses fought her back.
"Ma'am we have no choice," a gruff voice was saying back, the door finally opening to reveal two police officers.
"Mom? The hell-"
"Noah Puckerman?" Puck turned to see the officers, bolting up as he nestled the baby in his chest.
"Yeah?"
"Are you the owner a black 2001 Ford F-150?"
"Yeah," he answered sleepily.
"Is your license plate number KTV-1703?
"Wha-I think so, yeah, the hell does that matter-"
"Are you currently in possession of your vehicle?"
"Yeah, it's in the parking lot I just-what the hell is going on?" The two officers traded looks, one heading out the room while the other walked towards Puck.
"Son I'm gonna have to ask you to hand the baby back and come with me, you're under arrest."