A/N: Have I mentioned I'm terribly sorry for the delay! I hope this chapter was worth the wait! Sadly, it's the last one. I'm going to be working on my other fanfics for a while, but that does NOT mean I'm not writing more Puckleberry fics. They're my favorite, I'll always write about them. Don't forget to R & R. I hope you liked the story!

"Hey guys." Puck walked into the restaurant early that afternoon to meet with Finn and Quinn.

"Hey," they said simultaneously. Finn shook Puck's hand and Quinn gave him a quick hug.

"Where's Rachel?" They asked, yet again in unison. Puck shrugged.

"She said she'd meet me here. I thought she'd be here by now." He looked around the restaurant and saw no sign of her. Just as he was about to sit down, his phone went off. He rummaged through his pocket and flipped the phone open and saw he received a text from Rachel's number.

Rachel's at the hospital, we're pretty sure she's giving birth. Get here as soon as you can.

But she's not due for another month or two, he though. It took him a few seconds to process what he actually read. He must have looked pretty shocked because Finn and Quinn noticed his expression.

"Are you okay man? Is it Rachel? What'd she say?" were some of the questions being thrown at him.

"Rachel, she's having the baby," he said, distracted. Quinn and Finn instantly shot up out of their seats, but it seemed that Puck was frozen in his. Quinn shook him gently.

"Puck, we've got to go to the hospital. Your girlfriend's in labor." Finn already sprinted to the door before the realization hit Puck and he sprang out of his chair. Once they all piled into the car, it took them less than 20 minutes to get over to the hospital.

"Hi, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked, keeping her eyes on the computer screen in front of her.

"We're looking for Rachel Berry," Puck huffed. He was out of breath from running into the hospital.

"She's in delivery room 615 right now," the fairly plump lady said calmly. Just as Puck, Finn, and Quinn were about to rush back, she put a hand out signaling them to come back.

"Sorry, only two people are allowed in the room," she said uncaringly.

"I'm the father of her baby," Puck announced.

"You can go in." She turned her attention back to the computer. Puck looked from Quinn to Finn, then back to Quinn. He didn't want to make the choice for Rachel; they were both her friends.

"You go, I'm sure Rachel would want her best friend in there with her." Finn smiled at Quinn and sat down in the lobby next to Rachel's dads. She gave him a quick kiss before running to Rachel's room with Puck. When they got in the room, both Puck and Quinn immediately rushed to Rachel's side. They each grabbed one of her hands and looked on with different expressions contorted on their faces. Quinn's was more of an encouraging expression while Puck had a mixture of emotions. He was happy that his kid was finally going to be born, but worried at the same time because Rachel wasn't supposed to be giving birth yet.

What if something's wrong with the baby? I can't handle losing another child. Crap, what if something happens to Rachel? I can't handle losing her either.

"Noah!" Rachel yelled. He snapped out of the daze he didn't even realize he was in when he felt his hand being gripped harder than it should have.

"Ow, ow!" He tried to pull his hand away from Rachel's for a minute, but she only gripped it tighter.

"You think that hurts? Try giving birth!" she grunted at him. He didn't even take offense to any of the things she was screaming at him because he knew she didn't mean them. He wanted this to be over with just as much as she did because he hated seeing her in any kind of pain. Finally, after being in labor for quite some time, their baby girl was finally here. While the nurses cleaned her off, Puck kissed Rachel's sweat-beaded forehead.

"I'm so proud of you." Quinn leaned down to whisper in her ear. She lightly squeezed both of their hands and smiled at them. Once Mia was all cleaned off, they wrapped her in a pink cotton blanket and gently laid her in Rachel's arms. Rachel looked up at Puck and noticed that, for the first time since they were dating, he was actually crying. She put her spare hand up to his cheek and stroked it softly. After a few minutes, the nurses and doctors cleared out of the room, taking Mia with them. As soon as they left, Rachel's eyelids slowly inched shut. Quinn and Puck took a walk to the nursery to see Mia.

"She's beautiful." Quinn smiled at Puck.

"Yeah, she looks just like her mother." Puck put his hand against the glass window. Puck looked over at Quinn and could tell that she was hurting.

"Did you want to hold her?" He asked.

"Me? No, it's okay, really. I don't know if Rachel would be okay with that." She shook her head.

"She's the one that suggested it." Quinn looked to Puck for an explanation. "Quinn, Rachel trusts you. You're her best friend and she knows how hard it was for you to lose your baby." Quinn smiled to herself. She never thought in a million years that she and Rachel would be best friends or that Rachel would want her to hold her firstborn child.

"I'd love to hold her." Quinn nodded. Before Quinn had her chance to hold Mia, the nurses brought her back into Rachel's hospital room. When Quinn and Puck got there, Finn was standing off to the side. Quinn rushed over to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. They all watched as Rachel held her baby girl.

"Rach, I have to tell you something," said Puck as he sat down next to the bed.

"What is it? Is Mia okay?" She held Mia tighter to her body.

"Her adoptive parents called this morning. They backed out." He watched her cautiously.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Rachel said with panic apparent in her voice.

"We could…keep her," Puck said with hope. Rachel immediately shook her head.

"No, we can't."

"Why not? We could do this Rach, we could raise her. I have a job and we have the support system." He looked up at Quinn and Finn who both nodded their heads in approval.

"Rachel, we've got your back," chimed Finn.

"Yeah if this is what you want, what you need to do, then you have our full support. We'll do anything to help you guys out," Quinn reiterated. Rachel looked at Finn and Quinn, then back to Puck.

"What if we're terrible parents?" Puck grabbed Rachel's spare hand.

"We're going to make mistakes, and there will be times when we feel like we could've done better, but we're always going to do what's best for our daughter. We're going to love her and give her everything she needs to be successful in life, and that's what's going to make us good parents." Rachel gave Puck's hand a gentle squeeze before thinking it over.

"Would you be the godparents?" Rachel turned her head towards Finn and Quinn.

"Us?" They both said in surprise.

"Who else would I ask?" Rachel said; like it was obvious.

"I-I don't know," Quinn said happily, "I'd love to be her godmother." Quinn smiled wide at that thought. She slowly walked over to Rachel's bedside. Quinn held out her hands and gently lifted Mia from Rachel's grip. She slowly rocked Mia back and forth in her arms.

"Hi baby, hello." It was safe to say that Quinn was off in her own world with Mia. Out of nowhere she let a few tears stream down her face.

"You okay Quinn?" Finn walked over to his girlfriend and held her waist.

"I'm fine, really I just… it reminds me of Jocelyn, that's all." Quinn shrugged. Suddenly the room became quiet at the mention of Quinn and Puck's daughter's name.

"I'm really sorry Quinn." Finn pulled her closer to him. Quinn shook her head.

"No, don't be sorry. This isn't about me; this is about Puck and Rachel's daughter. She's so beautiful isn't she?" Quinn looked down at Mia. Finn nodded.

"She really is." After a few minutes, Rachel's dads came in and spent some time with their daughter and newborn granddaughter. Just then a nurse walked into Rachel's room.

"Alright guys, let's let the new mother get herself some rest," the nurse said kindly. Quinn laid Mia in Puck's hands before her and Finn quietly slipped out of the room. Rachel's dads kissed her forehead before walking out themselves. Just as Puck was about to leave, he felt Rachel's hand tug at his arm.

"Stay here please?" Puck nodded and took a seat in the chair next to the bed. He looked over at Rachel and noticed that she fell asleep pretty quickly. He averted his attention back to his daughter.

"You're going to have such a good life. I'm going to make sure of it and so is your mommy." He kissed Mia's forehead and cradled her in his arms. He quietly hummed one of his favorite songs. He found her dozing off, so he started to sing to her.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high,

There's a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow,

Skies are blue,

And the dreams that you dare to dream

Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far

Behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly.

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why can't I?

"That was beautiful babe." Puck looked over and saw that Rachel was awake.

"Did I wake you?" He asked, reaching out to grab her hand.

"No," she smiled, taking his hand.

"It was really nice of you to ask Quinn and Finn to be the godparents."

"It was an obvious choice." She paused for a few minutes before asking him a question. "Do you think we're making the right decision keeping Mia?" She asked him nervously.

"Of course I do. She's going to be the most loved baby in the whole world." Rachel reached up to cup his cheek before softly kissing his lips. He eagerly returned the kiss.

"I love you Noah."

"I love you too, Rach." He looked down at his daughter again and grinned. "I have my two girls right here and I couldn't be happier." Rachel leaned her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his available arm around her shoulder. Maybe things will work out after all, he thought. I have my daughter and Rachel; I have my best friends back, my family's support, that's all I can ask for. This was one of, if not, the best summer of my life. It really was the summer of a lifetime.