SO SORRY for the horrible lack of update. I've been in school & joined a sorority & have basically lost my mind this past year. And to be honest I kinda lacked inspiration for like ever, but hopefully I can get back into things & its all fine. Let me know if you have any ideas please, as always, & enjoy! :)
Sam and Quinn watched as Mercedes fawned over their son. Everyone else watched with warm smiles on their faces. Sam and Quinn had been given permission to bring Noah home that day, but they both knew it would be better if he, too remained at the hospital. Sam had discussed this with Dr. Morrison, and was told Noah could be kept in the nursery until they wanted to bring him home, or until Stella was also in better health and able to go home. Mercedes gently placed Noah back in Quinn's arms, and looked up at them. "So what's the verdict on this little man?" Mercedes said, looking hopeful. "We've decided to keep him here, just incase anything else happens and because it would be weird having him home without Stella. Plus there's always that chance of something happening, since there hasn't been such great luck recently." Sam said with a distraught look. Mercedes sighed. "Oh psh, none of that negative nelly talk, Sam. They'll both be fabulous in just a week or so, you wait & see." She said with a smile. Sam managed a small smile, as he gently pulled on Quinn's shoulders and they headed back in the direction of the NICU.
"Ive never seen them so somber before." Finn said, his face beginning to look a little down. "Well can you blame them? I mean you saw how happy I was just then, but its hard to be happy all the time when you know little baby Stella is still in that horrible place, miserable." Mercedes said, sitting down next to Tina and Mike. "Is there anything we can do?" Tina said, looking around at everyone, but no one said a word. They all seemed to be fresh out of ideas, and didn't think much could be done at this point.
Sam sat in a rocker opposite his wife. He studied every feature on her beautiful but tired body. Main things he noticed were the dark circles under her eyes and her ratted blonde hair. Neither of them had showered in atleast a week, but how could showering be considered important when your daughter was fighting to stay alive?
Two and a half months had passed, and Stella was growing stronger by the day, but was still being kept in intensive care. Noah remained in the hospital nursery, but was fortunate enough to have such caring friends and family who would come to visit him and sometimes even take him from the hospital. Sam thought of all this while still watching Quinn. She refused to change out of her pink robe, for fear of something happening to Stella if she did. She sat in the same rocker, staring at Stella's fragile but growing body. "Quinny," Sam said, as Quinn slowly raised her head to look at him, her hand resting under her chin. Sam stood up, inching over and kneeling down in front of Quinn. He rested his hands on her knees and smiled up at her. "Stella looks more and more like you every day." Sam said with a smile. This surprisingly made Quinn smile. It was a small smile, but it counted for something. Quinn looked back over at Stella and smiled, reaching out and resting her finger tips on the glass of the incubator that enclosed their daughter. "She must have an angel watching over her." Quinn whispered, her eyes fixed on the glass. "She's so beautiful…"
Sam smiled up at Quinn, then averted his eyes to his daughter. "Quinn you have been so incredibly strong these last few months. I know our lives have been different, but the change has obviously been good. Seeing Stella progress like this has been absolutely amazing, and I cannot wait to bring both her and Noah home so we can finally start our lives all together, just like we always dreamt of doing." Sam said. Quinn looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Sam knelt down, taking her soft face into his masculine hands, as he kissed her passionately. "You're so beautiful, Quinn. Stella is going to be just like you." Sam whispered, holding her face against his and not taking his eyes off hers. A single tear fell from Quinn's eye, as she slowly smiled at Sam. They both looked back down at Stella, who was resting peacefully. The infection in her lungs had finally wore off, surgery not being needed. She was finally breathing on her own, but still having to wear an oxygen mask. Because Stella and her family had been in the hospital for so long now, she had her own team of nurses caring for her on a regular basis. Quinn and Sam looked at these people as family now, considering all they had done and continued to do for their daughter. Because their house wasn't as close to the hospital as they would've liked, Sam and Quinn had been staying in a hotel next door, on the nights they actually wanted to be out of the hospital. But in most cases Quinn stayed in the hospital over night, and Sam sometimes went back and forth.
The twins were almost 3 months old now, and were close to what would have been their real birthday, May 10th. They were both getting stronger every day. The summer was nearing, which meant Quinn's company would be preparing for a new season and new lines. She was lucky to have Kurt, Mercedes, and Rachel as a part of the team. Sam's company was in high demand with two new artists, but he too had a fantastic team working over time so that he could remain at the hospital with his family. Sam's mother chose to remain in town until the babies were able to go home, but stayed at Sam and Quinn's house so she wouldn't have to pay for a hotel.
Quinn was walking around the hotel with Noah in her arms one day, talking to him and bonding with him. She hated that he had to remain in the hospital when he was well enough to be in his new home, but she saw it only fit to keep her small family in the same place. "I love you so much, Noah. We're all going to have such a wonderful life together. Your sister is almost all better, so we get to go home soon!" Quinn cooed, tickling her son and watching him squirm and smile. He even let out a few grunts, which meant he was laughing and enjoying the bonding time with his mom. Sam was watching from a distance, outside the NICU. He leaned up against the door frame and smiled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He watched as Quinn would lean down in her son's face and giggle, smiling at him as her hair fell down around her face. He could barely hear it, but Noah was giggling right back. Sam loved the bond that was developing between his wife and son. But he too was eager to develop a relationship, with both Noah and Stella individually. He couldn't wait to teach Noah how to play sports, especially football and basketball and baseball. He could picture them in the driveway with a hoop and ball, bonding over a game of horse. He also couldn't wait to spoil Stella rotten with everything she could ever want. He imagined taking Stella shopping for the first time, just the two of them, and Stella picking out everything in the store.
Sam's thoughts were interrupted when he saw Quinn standing before him with Noah still in her arms. "Honey, do you want to hold Noah?" she asked, her arms held out slightly in front of her. Sam nodded, smiling and carefully allowing Quinn to lay Noah into her arms. Quinn smiled back, resting her hand on Sam's shoulder and kissing his cheek. "He looks great." Sam said, his eyes affixed on his son. "He has your lips." Quinn giggled, though she was right. "Ha, hopefully he doesn't get the same nick name as me once he goes thru school. I can only imagine going thru that again." Sam turned and kissed Quinn on the forehead. "How's our baby girl doing today?" "She's doing well. I really think we will only be here for another week, maybe two. She's been breathing on her own for at least a month, I think they just want to keep monitors on her because she had that infection for so long. But its been gone for a while. God's really been watching over us these last few months." Sam was so happy to hear all of this from Quinn. They were both eager and ready to start their lives with their children.
They walked down the hall back to the nursery where Noah had been staying the past 3 months to return him to his crib for a nap. Every so often Sam would take Noah back to the hotel with him for the night just so help him adjust to being out of the hospital, but for the most part he remained in the nursery under the watch of several loving women. Sam laid his son down in his crib, and he and Quinn quietly left to return to the NICU. At this point, Stella was only using an oxygen mask a few times a week, which meant she was fully capable of breathing on her own. Dr. Morrison though it would just be best to keep her for observation to make sure everything would run smoothly and that she was fully ready to start living her life. "I just cant wait to bring our sweet angels home." Quinn said, leaning against Sam as they both watched Stella sleep.
Okay, so I'm not sure how long this is in comparison to other chapters, considering how long you all have waited. But I very much appreciate the wait. I think I'm finally inspired again so hopefully this leads to better stuff :) Keep reviewing!