Isabel
Hey, guys (: I suppose i've wrote so much faster than any other chapter recently. Mainly b/c it's half term and school isnt a drag at the moment :) but the other reason is i'm so happy and excited that Chord Overstreet is coming back to Glee :) Hopefully we can see another Fabrevans! (: So, enjoy this chapter. I had to involve an argument b/c any relationship wouldnt work without one. Hope you guys like this one!
-Maryhadalittlelamb
Two words. Maternity leave. Quinn was possibly the most bored person on the planet right now, she was sick of not being at work; occupying herself, the only thing she could do right now was make a drink, watch television or twiddle with her thumbs helplessly. And what didn't help was that her so called 'faithful' husband was at work on a business trip with his football crew. She hated it when he was; she was struggling to move heavy things and she was still unpacking from the move a couple of months earlier. The last four days had been horrible for Quinn. Well, more like the last week. She hated fighting so much. She had fought with Sam via text and things weren't good with him yet. They had been texting the whole day! She was still trying to understand what was going on, but things weren't that easy, apparently. Originally, they had a tiny bust up over baby names, Quinn wanted to choose her grandmothers name; Isabel for the babies name, well one of the babies names. They had found of the sex of the children she was expecting; one was boy and one was the opposite; a girl. This meant so much to Quinn and Sam. Quinn atomically thought that seen as though Sam had chosen an Irish name for Isla after his side of the family; that this time at least a little part was remaining for her, or else this would stay on her conscious forever. Quinn pulled one of the cushions from the left side of the sofa; and pulled it gently towards her so she wouldn't strain a muscle as it was becoming increasingly harder for her now. Eventually she reached it, and pulled it towards her, bending down and huddling her feet together so she could keep warm.
He hadn't been at the house or seen his family since he left a week earlier. He was on his way home now landed at JFK, and was making his way home. His favourite song played on the radio, and he took in all the sights as he looked through the clear window. Sam had been buying food at a McDonald's, buying a salad for Quinn, just in case he suddenly made up with her and a Big Mac for him. He grabbed their food and took out a French fry from the brown packet and he nibbled at it as he waited at the traffic lights. He parked the car eventually in the driveway. Home sweet home, he thought to himself, his stomach flipping inside as he was excited yet so nervous to see his wife. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out the front door key from his gym bag. He was ridiculously nervous to see her. They hadn't seen each other in just over a week and it was killing him slowly. And there was the fact that he didn't know how she was doing or if things would be awkward. He really hoped it wouldn't be like that. And that instead they could make up, but the waiting was driving him crazy. He entered the house, surrounded by family portraits and coats hung up by his side. He smelt lavender; this reminded him so badly of Quinn. She would always spray this around the house and wash everyone's clothes with this familiar scent. Sam was so scared to see her, he barely even moved in the doorway. Shaking his head, to push those thoughts away, he shouted to her.
He dropped his gym bags and his suitcase and walked into the living room to find her making a drink over in the kitchen area.
"Hi." Sam said to his wife.
She imitated his speech. "Hi" Quinn said as she poured a cup of black coffee. The atmosphere was almost too awkward for each of them to handle.
Sam shifted closer to Quinn, staring at her. Suddenly, she turned her head up to look at him and saw him watching her under inspection. He looked away. Sam walked towards Quinn, but she shied away, moving her head and her whole body, taking her cup of coffee to the coach. She sipped at it, the room fell silent. Sam headed upstairs to unpack his night bag and his gym/sports bag. He wondered how the hell he had got himself into this mess. He needed to sort things, and quickly with Quinn. As he entered the room once again, he sat down beside her. He looked at her.
"Q, I-I-I love you."
"Don't say that Sam."
"But, Quinn, what the hell have I done?"
"Sam! You left me, our so called 'family' behind for a week. Then, you decide to play the dirty with me and text me all night, we argued for hours on Monday."
I knew it. Sam thought. I knew she would act like this. Sam took her mug and placed it on the coffee table. Stroking her hair, that always did the trick. Even then, she extended her arm from her lap and pulled it away.
"Who the hell do you think you are Sam? You believe you can just dump me and Isla like that, you never wanted me pregnant. You probably had a go at it with the chamber women in the hotel didn't you?" "You never wanted me, I look like a fat whale, and any women right now are hotter than me."
"You actually believe this Quinn, you know, I can't even believe after all this time, you wouldn't trust me."
"You're the most beautiful, gorgeous girl I've ever met Quinn, why would you doubt that for even one second?" He shouted angrily.
"Just leave me alone Sam, give me some freaking space would you?" Quinn said harshly.
Something wrong is with the babies; Sam thought to himself. No way would she ever act like this, say the things she had said if everything was fine and dandy.
Quinn stepped gingerly over to the washing up bowl and attempted to wash some dishes before tears started to roll down her face.
Sam eventually kept himself together, this was beyond a joke. He avoided tears, but at some points, he was very close to this.
"Q, we need to talk baby." He called to her, she was still washing the dishes, she bit her bottom lip and her hands shook. Another hot tear fell down from her pupil; she looked outside the kitchen window and took in the pretty sights. She turned round to face Sam.
"I just need some time, Sam, I promise. Just leave me be." Quinn said softly to Sam, her angry voice had suddenly disappeared. Sam hurried upstairs, choking back his tears; he didn't care if he seemed so much like a baby right now.
Quinn took out her iPhone from her pocket. She created a new SMS message.
To: San
Message:
San, text me back. xo
Quinn sat down on the armchair as she finished the dishes. A bleep from her phone sounded the room and she took it out to check her messages.
From: San
Message: Quinny, what's wrong? Spill! San x
Quinn smiled before quickly replying to her friend.
To: San
Message: Me and Sam, we've had an argument. Oh, San. What can I do? It's all blown out of proportion! :'( xo
From: San
Message: You poor thang. He doesn't deserve you Q, but you gotta talk to him, let me guess you argued about baby names? Or has he cheated on you? I swear to God if he has I will kick his ass to China and back. San x
To: San
Message: lol. No and I'm gonna go talk to him now. Wish me luck. I don't want to lose him. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me San Q. Xo
Message: Good luck Q. X
Quinn stepped up each step on the staircase, very slowly. She opened the hazelnut door to find Sam watching TV.
She darted to the bed, seeing Sam stand up and look innocently at her. She unanticipatedly embraced him. Her familiar scent of vanilla body spray lingering around the bedroom.
Sam kissed her on the forehead.
"I've missed you daddy." Quinn said to him, placing his hand on her belly. Sam's movements froze and his mouth grew wider.
He felt a couple of soft kicks. Quinn looked up at her husband and smiled and they embraced once more.
"They love their daddy." Sam said to her letting out a laugh.
Quinn giggled.
"I can't believe we fought over something so silly." Sam said.
"I blame these two." She claimed; pointing to her stomach. Sam grinned.
Sam pulled his guitar from beside the wardrobe, and he hauled Quinn's wrist and planted her on the bed sheets.
"I have something for you three." He said, referring to the babies as well as his wife.
He started to strum with his guitar pick, lightly, but as he carried on, increasingly becoming stronger movements.
The autumn leaves are falling
Like tears from her eyes
There's no see me crying
The pain you felt inside
And I know you're feeling like you should run away run away
And I know you're wandering oh how you should stay how you should stay
Sweet sweet Isabel
Just believe it won't be alright
Sweet sweet Isabel
No you don't have to be tonight
You feel the changes coming
But you were so afraid in time
I know your heart's been broken
Oh wait too many times
And I know you're feeling like you should run away run away
Sweet sweet Isabel
Just believe it won't be alright
Sweet sweet Isabel
No you don't have to be tonight (you don't have to be tonight)
You don't have to be tonight
Noo you don't
Sweet sweet Isabel
Just believe it won't be alright
Sweet sweet Isabel
No you don't have to be tonight
The autumn leaves are falling
Like tears from her eyes
There's no see me crying
The pain you felt inside..
As he finished the great melody, he noticed Quinn had numerous patterns on her face from the streamlines of tears she had formed.
"So, yeah, I wanna call our baby girl Isabel."
She smiled gracefully, he knew how important the name was to her; and over the past week he had become very attached to the name. He loved it so much. "How can two people create someone as special as you?" Quinn said.
"Oh, it's not me that's amazing; it's my wife you see." Quinn couldn't help but face a smile.