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So, without further ado, I give you The Ultimate Cure for the Baby Blues…and warning, this chapter is rated M for a reason.


The Ultimate Cure for the Baby Blues

"Hey babe, how was your day?" Puck asked, strolling into the house before dumping his gear in the entryway.

"PUCK! Get that shit out of here! I just washed the floors and now you're tracking in mud everywhere!" Quinn screamed, immediately picking up some of his muddy gear and tossing it out into the garage.

"Q, careful!" Puck replied, trying to stop his wife from throwing any more things, "Here, I'll get it and help you clean up. Geesh, sorry!"

"Sometimes, I just don't think you get it," Quinn complained, rubbing her very pregnant belly as her eyes began to water.

"Get what?" he asked incredulously, looking around at his stuff, "Fuck Q, it's like I can't do anything right these days!"

He pulled his gear off of the floor before taking the last few pieces out into the garage, grabbing a wet towel on the way in and wiping up the floor. When he was finally done, he looked back up at his wife of a year and a half, fully prepared to unleash some sarcastic rant about her being too particular about things when he noticed her piercing green eyes filling with tears as she stood there and watched him clean up his mess. He immediately felt terrible and he knew he shouldn't have overreacted like that, but lately she'd been on his ass for everything.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, standing and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm sorry, honey."

Quinn brushed his arm off of her shoulder before turning to face him, wiping a few stray tears away before she spoke, "You know what, Puck? You're a real asshole sometimes, you know that?"

Before he could get another word in edgewise, she spun on her heel and waddled away, their bedroom door slamming behind her, leaving Puck standing there staring up at where she had disappeared to. This was like the tenth time in the last month that she had snapped at him like that, and whether or not he deserved it, it confused the hell out of him as to what he should do.

Out of options and ideas, Puck pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the one person who may know what to do. His mom. She always seemed to know what to do in situations like this, even though she tended to take Quinn's side a lot of the time.

However, after both his own mother and Judy Fabray had failed to answer the phone, he resorted to calling his best friend to see if he had any advice.

"What can I do for ya, Puckerman?" Finn answered, his voice sounding a bit far away.

"Hey buddy, how's Ft. Drum, New York treating ya?"

"Hell of a lot better than Ft. Benning, Georgia. The fucking humidity down there almost killed me! How's Quantico, Virginia these days?"

"Oh you know, same old Marine Corps bullshit, day in and day out. I definitely don't miss Iraq or Afghanistan, that's for sure."

"Ah, yeah so you're relaxing on the beach while us Army men are doing real work. I see how this goes."

"Whatever the fuck ever dude. We carry the big guns in and out of the water while you Nancies up there in the mountains go for hikes," Puck teased Finn, their Army/ Marine Corps rivalry still a source of humor and banter between the two of them regardless of the miles between them.

"Well, you boys enjoy your boats, Speedos and tans while we real men practice dominating the terrain where the terrorists hide."

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy ski season you bum."

"Good to see you're in your usual form, champ," Finn laughed, "So, what's up?"

"Well, I hoping you could help me out with something," Puck replied.

"If it's helping you with any other type of construction project, forget about it. Your deck was a bitch to build the last time Rach and I visited."

"Nah man, nothing to build this time. Unless this shit with Quinn gets any worse. Then you may have to come help build me my very own doghouse to live in when she gets pissed at me, which these days, is like every twenty minutes."

"Ouch, that doesn't sound good. What did you do this time?"

"Nothing, I think," Puck replied, making his way to the fridge and grabbing an ice cold beer and a bottle of water.

"You think?" Finn laughed before murmuring something Puck couldn't quite hear.

"Fuck dude, I don't know. All I did was come home and put some gear down in the hallway and she started flipping out, screaming that she had just cleaned and then started throwing shit out into the garage!"

"Well, it is Quinn. She tends to throw shit when she gets mad, if I remember correctly. Plus, you're the one who has more experience dealing with pregnant chicks. Isn't that normal?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but Quinn only really did that in college or when she gets a bit tipsy and angry. But she threw my frickin' utility belt, with my hand gun still attached, out into the garage. I wasn't sure if I should duck and cover to save myself or tackle her and save the baby in case that thing went off!"

"Oh damn, that's no good. She must have been really pissed at you," Finn replied before murmuring something to Rachel.

Before Puck could answer him back, he heard Rachel's voice coming through the phone loud and clear, "Noah! What the hell did you do to your wife?"

"What?" he asked incredulously, "I didn't do anything, I swear! And it's nice to hear from you too, Rachel."

"Yeah whatever," she replied, her voice very snippy as she ignored his comment, "All I know is I just got a text from your wife calling you an asshole. So what happened?"

"Finn, were you on speaker phone?" Puck asked, ignoring Rachel for the moment.

"Maybe," Finn replied, "But it was only because I was hungry and was making a sandwich in the process."

"Thanks a lot for throwing me under the bus, dude."

"No problem," Finn replied, his mouth full.

"You didn't answer my question, Noah. What happened?" Rachel chimed in again, her voice demanding.

"Rachel, calm down. I didn't do anything. I came home, put my shit down and she started yelling at me. What am I supposed to say? All she does is yell at me for stuff now. I don't know what to do!"

"Well, she is almost nine months pregnant. I'm sure her hormones are all over the place," Rachel replied, her voice calming a bit before she thought of something else, "Wait a second. You said you put your stuff down when you came home?"

"Yeah."

"Were you all dirty or something?"

"Um, I'm a Marine. We live in the dirt. We're never clean."

"Noah, she was probably upset that you came in and got the house all dirty."

"That's what she said, but that's what the mudroom in our house is for. You put your dirty shit there and its right next to the wash machine. That's why it's called a mudroom," Puck replied, "I always dump my crap there so it doesn't get the rest of the house dirty."

"Yeah, but she's nesting right now. She's probably very overwhelmed with needing to keep the place clean," Rachel explained, speaking slowly so he could get it through his thick skull.

"Rach, she's not a fucking bird."

"No she's not, but nesting is what it's called when an expectant mother feels this overwhelming need and desire to organize and clean their whole house to prepare for the arrival of their baby, you idiot. Did you ever notice when Quinn would start cleaning or picking up your house when she lived with you while she was pregnant with Beth? Hell, she reorganized Mercedes' entire house after she moved in with her."

Puck thought back on her behavior these past few months as compared to the last time she was pregnant with Beth. Granted, she only lived with him a few months and he was never the cleanest guy back in high school, but she was always picking things up and organizing his room. He was still a little hurt that she moved out of his house and in with the Jones' house when things got stressful toward the end, but he also realized he missed a lot of the last month or so of her pregnancy the last time because of that, so he had never lived with her for long enough to notice something like that while she was pregnant until now.

"Look, I know you're both still young, you haven't been married all that long and you both have been really busy lately," Rachel continued, "But did you ever read any of the parenting books she brought home for you."

"Of course I have! Give me a little credit for something here!"

"Oh, so if you truly read them, you would know to expect this type of behavior from her and would know the best ways to deal with it. If you haven't read them, as I suspect you have not, you should read the pertinent chapters in What to Expect When You're Expecting just to understand where she's coming from. And whatever you do, make nice with her as soon as possible. She's very close to her due date and she doesn't need any more stress in her life, so just let stuff roll of your back and cater to whatever she needs for a little while longer. Once your son or daughter graces this world, life will be so much better."

"Fuck Berry, I hope you're right, cuz I'm not sure I can take much more of these roller coaster emotions from her."

"Sure you can," Rachel replied, "Aren't you supposed to be the big badass Marine?"

"Ha ha, you and your husband are both fucking comedians," Puck answered sarcastically, "Tell Finn I still hate him."

"We love you too, Noah," she teased before the line went dead.

Great, now I've got to think of something to make it up to my wife, Puck thought as he grabbed the baby book next to the couch and plopped down, flipping through a few pages before he found the chapter he wanted.

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Over the next few days, Puck tried every trick in the book to make the perpetually grumpy Quinn happy again. He tried giving her foot and back rubs, making her dinner, and even cleaning the whole house for her again. However, it was never clean enough for her standards, she was never in the mood for the food he made (claiming the baby wasn't interested in it at the time), and even though he knew it made her feel better, the massages didn't work either. She was always uncomfortable.

What if there was a way to relieve a little of her discomfort and stress?

And then it hit him.

Sex.

And that would totally benefit both of them at the same time too! He knew it sounded crash and crude to even think about banging his wife when she was clearly uncomfortable and struggling near the end of this pregnancy but he honestly thought it would help.

Truth be told, even though he hated to see her so uncomfortable and crazy-hormonal, he absolutely loved her being pregnant. He thought she looked amazing carrying his child. Her skin was softer, she had this ethereal glow about her, her boobs were bigger and good Lord she was a hellcat in the sack. She had gone through this phase where she couldn't get enough of him, Puck simultaneously wanting to thank and curse her hormones as he was positive they had never had as much sex in their lives as they had for those five months, but it definitely wore him out…in a good way. Sure, some mornings he would be dragging through drills but it was always totally worth it.

He got ribbed enough for being married at twenty four years old and expecting a child, but after all of the rest of the men in his unit found out how much and how often he and his wife were going at it, it was very clear that most of them were pretty damn envious. Then again, he never really shared how often he got yelled or cursed at during one of her hormonal rages so maybe they shouldn't be as jealous of his current situation.

Either way, he figured sex may loosen her up a bit and help her relax some. At the least, it may help her sleep more soundly instead of tossing and turning all night long.

So he set his plan into motion, picking up some flowers and Quinn's favorite take out from the Chinese restaurant she had been craving for the majority of her pregnancy before heading home for the night. Quinn must have been out for the afternoon because he had the house to himself, Puck quickly pulling out some plates and setting up for dinner before she arrived, hoping he would surprise her.

After all of that was done, he ran upstairs and pulled out some candles, strategically placing them around the room for a little ambiance later knowing Quinn would like or at least appreciate the effort…he hoped.

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Dinner that night went exceptionally well. Quinn was very surprised and she was rather calm the entire night, thanking Puck for helping relieve some of the stress she had been feeling the closer she got to her due date. She was able to put the finishing touches on the nursery earlier in the week and had finally gotten to the point where their house was in the order she wanted it to be, so Puck making the effort to do something nice for her was definitely welcomed.

It was a sweet gesture and when he offered to give her a back rub before bed that night, she couldn't resist. After getting herself ready for bed, she stepped out of the bathroom to find the room bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Puck sat there on their bed in his boxers waiting for her to join him, a big smile on his face as she made her way toward where he sat.

"What is that grin for?" she asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Just because you're beautiful," he replied, moving around behind her and tracing his hands up and down her shoulders.

"Ha," she snorted before relaxing her head to the side as he began massaging her neck, "I look like a beached whale."

"No you don't," he insisted, leaning forward to kiss her neck, "You're beautiful."

"Whatever you say," she replied, moaning lightly as his relaxing touch spread down her sore back, "Just as long as you don't stop doing that."

Puck began to ease one of the shoulder straps of her nightgown down her arm, kissing his way along her skin as he went, before repeating the action on the other side. He continued to rub her shoulders with one hand, letting the other one trail down her arm before it snaked its way up her front side, caressing her swollen abdomen lovingly before continuing the journey upwards to cup her breast.

Quinn moaned at the contact and sagged back into him, Puck continuing his ministration until he thought she may be ready for a little something more.

"Speaking of doing whatever I say," he smirked against her skin, gently pulling her shoulders backwards, "I think we need to get rid of this nightgown."

Quinn tossed a playful smirk over her shoulder before complying, sitting forward slightly and helping Puck pull the nightgown up over her head, the garment quickly discarded on the floor next to their bed.

"Mmm, beautiful," Puck murmured against her skin as his hands trailed up from her thighs, over her belly and cupped her breasts, Quinn sagging back against him even further. "I want to make you feel good, babe. Something that I promise you will relieve a little of your stress and help to relax you."

Quinn made a slightly inaudible noise before replying, "That sounds good. What did you have in mind?"

"You'll have to wait and see," he answered, "Now lay back and close your eyes."

Quinn did as he asked and Puck took his place, hovering over her right side before leaning down and placing a gentle yet passionate kiss against her lips. Quinn responded immediately, kissing him back with fervor and allowing her tongue to duel with his for a few moments. But Puck wanted to change things up a little, breaking their kiss to trail pecks and gently swipes of his tongue down the column of her neck and chest, stopping to nip and lick at her swollen, sensitive peaks, his tongue teasing the hard buds as he enjoyed fondling his wife's chest for a little while longer until the baby would inevitably have free reign over them thereafter.

Quinn moaned when he suckled on her nipple, the overly sensitive bud reacting immediately to his touch, sending waves of heat and electricity throughout her whole body. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his short locks, her nails teasing the nape of his neck as he ventured lower. He made his way down her body, stopping momentarily to kiss his wife's swollen abdomen and tell his little boy or girl that he loved them, before continuing his journey south.

Once he reached his destination, he hooked his forefingers under the waistband of her panties, sending her one of his trademark grins before gently sliding them off. Then, starting at her knees, Puck kissed his way back up the insides of her thighs, nipping and suckling along the way.

Quinn gasped at the sensation as he neared the apex of her thighs, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. She watched his ascent, closing her eyes as she felt his mouth mere centimeters from her hot core and waiting for the bliss to come.

Puck watched his wife's reaction and judging from the throaty little moans she was making, she was enjoying herself just as much as he was. Finally, after kissing his way up and down her entire body, he made contact at last, swiping his tongue up the full length of her slit, Quinn releasing a deep moan as he flicked her clit with his tongue.

He continued his ministrations, slow and steady with his tongue, stopping every once in a while to suckle her clit and savor in her full body jerk every time he came into contact with that sensitive little bud of nerves. He heard her breathing hitch and knowing that she was probably extra sensitive at this point in the pregnancy, she was probably getting close to her climax. To help her out a little bit, Puck inserted first one, then two of his long, skillful fingers, stroking her in a "come hither" motion to hit her g-spot every time.

Quinn was on the verge of her orgasm, her whole body humming as Puck stroked her with his deft digits and laved her center with his talented tongue, his mouth working wonders to relieve her stress. She was so close, she could feel it. Now she wanted to see it, wanted to see her husband in action, giving her all of this pleasure.

She forced her eyes open, raising her head and looking down her body to watch him as he sent her over the edge…

…But as soon as she looked down, she couldn't see Puck. All she could see was her swollen stomach.

She was able to see one of Puck's hands resting on her hip, but that was it. She was so big that she couldn't even see the top of his head over her belly.

And almost immediately and without warning, the tears began to rise.

She was so fat that she couldn't even see her own husband making love to her! How could he possibly find her attractive right now when all he could see on his end was a huge, round bump?

All of a sudden her bliss from moments ago gave way to serious insecurities, her body jerking with every sob as she cried silently, trying to gently kick Puck away and close her legs.

Puck felt Quinn's body jerk a few times, but it didn't quite feel like her normal shudder when she climaxed. He figured it was the momentum from her build-up and her climax was still on the way, but as soon as he felt her move away and try to close her legs, he knew something was wrong.

He pulled away from her body and sat up, his confusion amplified at the sight of his wife in tears as she tried unsuccessfully to roll away from him. He immediately slid up next to her, looking down at her tear-streaked face as he pulled her hands away.

"Quinn, babe, what's wrong? Are you ok?" he asked, concern etched in his features, "Did I hurt you? Did I hurt the baby?"

Quinn sniffed back a few tears and sighed, shaking her head gently as she spoke, "No, you didn't hurt me or the baby. I just – I hate how fat I am…again! I couldn't even see you," she replied, gesturing to her stomach.

"Babe," he began before Quinn cut him off.

"I look like a beached whale, Puck. How can you, you know, do that when I look this gross? How can you still want me looking like this?"

Puck simply smiled and shook his head, finding it slightly humorous that his wife could possibly think all of that after all they had been through with Beth in the past and especially now, considering the multiple months the two of them went at it like rabbits when her hormones made her libido spike. That had to be what this was – a minor hormonal meltdown…and by now, Puck was well versed in dealing with it.

"Q, hon, you're not fat. You're pregnant. That's a big difference. You're literally growing a little person in there and that's pretty fucking badass if you ask me. I mean, I couldn't do it, so you're like a superhero."

"Men can't have babies, you idiot."

"True, but I'm trying to give you a compliment here, or more like give you the truth, so just listen and save the name calling and cursing for later," he grinned, teasing her, "Like I said, you're not fat, you're pregnant and frankly, you don't look like a beached whale and you don't look gross, despite what you may think. You're fucking hot and that's no lie. You've still got a banging body, your boobs are huge and I love playing with them since I probably won't get to much after our little girl comes, and I always want you. You know that."

Quinn cracked a slight smile, "You really mean that?"

"One hundred and ten percent," he replied, kissing her softly before grinning once again, "Plus, you know how much I've always loved MILFs. Can't resist them. Especially this one," he teased, leaning down and kissing her again.

Quinn giggled and kissed him back, pushing him away gently, "You better only like this MILF," she teased, "But I don't know why you keep referring to the baby as a little girl. It's going to be a little boy."

"Nah, it's a girl," Puck stated, lightly rubbing her belly, "And she'll be perfect, just like her mom."

Quinn smiled up at him, placing her own hand over his as the baby responded to their touch, kicking gently, "I'm telling you, it's going to be a boy. I've been way more hormonal this time around and he's been kicking like crazy. Beth was never this active and it seem like he enjoys using my bladder as a trampoline."

"Ha, you're way more hormonal now than you were with Beth? Were you even there when you went on your 3am rampages when you were preggers with her, cuz I know I was."

"Maybe I was just doing that to piss you off. Besides, you were the one who didn't want to find out and I'm telling you this pregnancy is different. I can just feel it," she explained before grinning back up at him, "Call it 'Mother's Intuition.'"

"I'm gonna call it 'Mother's Full-of-Shit' when our little girl arrives. Besides, Beth wanted a sister and she's got a little psychic mojo working, so I think it's a girl."

"You keep telling yourself that," she replied, rubbing her hand over her belly again.

Puck leaned down and kissed her shoulder, "Can I get you anything? Ice Cream? Doritos?"

"Ha, after my little tirade and waterworks display earlier, you are seriously asking if I want food?"

"Well yeah, I want my baby mama to be happy and if ice cream or Doritos makes mama happy, then baby will be happy and we'll all be happy!"

"You are so cliché sometimes, but I love it. And I'm actually fine right now. But maybe in a few hours…" she answered, looking over at the clock blinking 11pm.

"Well, you know where to find me then," Puck replied, rolling on to his back as Quinn settled onto her side.

Even though Quinn's waterworks somewhat put a damper on his initial plans for the evening, Puck's own body was still rearing to go. His wife was still very naked as she shifted to find a comfortable position, her smooth skin and body tempting him as she finally settled on her side facing away from him. He knew her body had to still be buzzing from her almost-climax and he knew his own raging hard-on wasn't going away any time soon, so he decided to give it one last shot.

Gently, he rolled over to spoon her, trailing his fingertips up and down her arm before continuing his journey south along her side to her hip, slowly caressing her skin. As he stroked her body, he inched forward until he was pressing his body against hers, kissing her softly on her shoulder and peppering kisses along her neck up to her sweet spot right behind her ear.

Quinn moaned lightly at his touch, flinching a little as she felt his hand slide off of her hip and move toward her still throbbing center. She could feel his hardness against her backside, but after her earlier freak-out, she wasn't sure if this was the best time to continue what Puck started earlier.

"Puck, what are you doing?" she asked as he stroked her gently.

"Shh, just let me," he murmured in her ear, slipping his fingers into her wet folds.

"Mmm, babe, I don't know if this is a good time," she replied, her body betraying her words as she leaned back into him and opened her legs a little wider, granting him better access.

"It's always a good time."

"Puck, I'm not sure…" she began, before Puck cut her off.

"Come on Q, just the tip? It's been almost a month since the last time we were together. I'm dying over here, babe!" he complained, "Plus, I know you want it too! I can feel it! And you know you'll sleep like a rock afterwards. You always do."

Quinn chuckled at his whining, "Just the tip? Come on Puck, it's never just the tip."

"Yeah well, the whole thing is so much better than just the tip. So whaddya say?" he asked, kissing her neck again and continuing to stroke her, "It'll relax you. Relieve some of the stress."

His touch felt too good and Quinn did have to admit it had been a while since she and her husband had been intimate, the two going at it like crazy for a few months during the middle of her pregnancy, but they had barely touched this last month or so. He stroked a particularly sensitive spot, causing her whole body to shudder before she finally gave in, acknowledging that resisting him was futile and that she did truly want this too.

She lulled her head back against his shoulder as he continued to spoon her from behind, lifting one of her legs over his as he found the best position for them. He lined himself up with her center before easily sliding into her from behind, Quinn leaning her head back and capturing his cheek with her hand as she kissed him hard.

The two built a steady yet leisurely pace, enjoying the way their bodies fit perfectly together and reveling in the full body contact their position provided. Puck's hands were everywhere too, caressing and fondling all of her most sensitive places as he continued to drive into her, pushing her closer and closer to her peak.

Their breathing became ragged and Puck's movements started to get more and more erratic as he thrust into her, his hands moving to gently cradle her swollen stomach as her body jerked back into his with every twist of her hips.

Puck felt himself getting closer and closer to his peak, but before he could really prepare for it, Quinn's climax hit her like a freight train, her inner muscles clamping down around him causing him to shatter as well, the two of them panting hard as their bodies shuddered together coming down off of their high. Once their heart rates began to slow, Puck detached himself from Quinn and let her lay back against the mattress before kissing her once again.

"So, feel any better?"

Quinn simply grinned, blushing lightly as she responded, "Much, much better. I may even be able to get some sleep tonight too. Hopefully your son gets the picture and decides to take a night off from his usual kickboxing routine at 4am."

Puck laughed back at her, easing himself down her body and planting a soft kiss on the top of her belly before speaking to his unborn child, "Mommy wants to think you're a boy, but daddy knows better, huh Princess? So I need you to do me a favor and chill out for a night so mommy can get some sleep, ok? Help daddy out a little."

Puck felt a tiny nudge against his hand and grinned up at his wife, "See, she knows what's up," he said before lying down next to Quinn.

"Whatever, at least he is somewhat ok with you calling him Princess, apparently."

"It's going to be a girl. You know I'm right, I'm never wrong."

"You're wrong about 80% of the time, and it's going to be a boy. You should just admit it now."

"For argument's sake, so you don't start yelling and cursing at me again, I'll let it go this time," Puck replied, finding a comfortable position before closing his eyes, "But you know I'm right."

Quinn snorted as she too rolled around to find a comfortable position, "Like always, you're wrong. I'm surprised you haven't figured out by now that I'm the one that's never wrong. And I'll bet you fifty bucks he's a boy."

"Oh, you're on," he chuckled, "And prepare to pay up, sweetcheeks."

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A little after 2am, Quinn awoke with a start. The baby was shifting around a bit and she felt that throbbing ache she'd had for a few days return in her lower back, making it almost impossible to fall back asleep. However, as she watched the minutes tick away on the clock, the pain seemed to get worse.

She was able to sort of fall back asleep until about 3:30am, when she woke up yet again. She shifted around to try and find some sort of comfortable position, but she was covered in sweat and there was no good place to lay anymore….except, her whole body wasn't covered in sweat. Just her lower half.

Oh no way, she thought to herself as she reached down in between her legs. Sure enough, it was just as she thought. She shook her head as the realization finally dawned on her.

She had completely forgotten about that one little thing they warn people of in all of the books you read:

Sex far enough into a pregnancy can sometimes induce labor.

Quinn laughed at the turn of events of the evening before she leaned over and shook Puck gently, "Puck, wake up."

"Hrmpf," he replied unintelligibly, smacking his lips as he shifted slightly.

"Puck," she shook a bit harder, "You need to wake up."

"Hmm, the baby hungry or something," he asked sleepily.

"Um, not quite. And you may want to prepare yourself for lots more yelling and profanities."

"Mmm, but why? I thought we worked everything out nicely earlier," he replied, eyes still closed as he smiled sleepily, rolling over and pulling her into his arms. His eyes shot open as he looked down at her and at the bed, wet underneath his legs as he glanced back up at his wife, "Did you pee the bed?"

"Yes, I peed the bed," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "No, you idiot."

"Still with the name calling, eh? I thought we worked that all out of your system."

"Well, you may want to get used to it cuz I think my water just broke."

"WHAT?" Puck exclaimed, practically jumping out of bed, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," she answered, trying to push herself up into a sitting position, the movement more difficult than she originally anticipated as she struggled to sit up straight. Puck rushed to her side, helping her out of bed and getting her changed, hustling her carefully and cautiously down the stairs and out to their car before he ran back in and grabbed her overnight bag, tossing it into the back of the car and peeling out of the driveway as he raced to the hospital.

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After an exhaustive eleven hours of labor and more profanities, mean names, and more threats to withhold sex or chop off his man parts than Puck cared to hear, the two parents finally welcomed their new addition into the world.

"I told you it was going to be a boy," Quinn joked, her body exhausted but her face radiating all of the joy in the world as she cradled her new son.

"You were right this time," Puck murmured, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead before softly touching his son's tiny balled up hand.

"You want to hold him?"

"I do," Puck replied, his eyes never leaving the tiny blue bundle as Quinn gently passed their little boy over to him. He cradled his son reverently, a wide smile on his face as he took in the little guy in front of him, "Hi buddy, I'm your daddy."

The little boy stretched his arms a bit in his sleep, Quinn smiling as she teared up at the precious exchange, "He loves you already."

Puck leaned down and kissed his son's cheek before looking back up at Quinn, his eyes misting over a bit, "You're amazing, you know that?"

Quinn ran her hand down his arm, "I had some help."

Puck simply smiled, glancing down at his son before looking back up at his wife, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For him," he murmured, glancing back down at his son, a few stray tears escaping down his cheeks, "For everything."

Seeing her usually strong and composed husband get emotional in that moment was enough to send Quinn over the edge too. She knew how badly he wanted to keep Beth and seeing how solemn and sad he was after the two of them left the hospital without her about killed her. But now, watching him dote over his son knowing that he would finally be able to be the father he always wanted to be, was almost more than Quinn could take.

Tears welling in her eyes, she reached down and stroked her son's cheek, "I couldn't have done it without you. I would never have wanted to do it without you."

That reassurance was all that Puck needed and sitting here now with his family, he wasn't sure if he could ask for anything more. He glanced over at his wife, leaning in and placing a tender kiss on her lips before looking back at his son.

"I never knew you could be so in love with someone you just met," Quinn murmured, snuggling against Puck's shoulder.

"Me neither," he agreed, readjusting the tiny blue stocking cap they placed on the little boy's head in the nursery.

"You know, we never really agreed on names."

"I know, probably because I was only focusing on girls names," Puck replied, giving her a cheeky grin, "What were you thinking of?"

"That's just it, I'm not sure."

Puck thought about it for a little bit before Quinn rubbed his arm again, her fingertips tracing over the long scar on his bicep, the memories of how he got that scar flooding back to him.

"How about Daniel?" he asked, looking down at the scar, "We could call him Danny."

Quinn looked back up at him, noting the swirling of emotions in his eyes and the way he looked down at his scar in remembrance.

"Daniel," she smiled, looking back down at her son, "I like that."

"Daniel Puckerman. That's a badass name," he replied.

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A few hours later, after a much needed nap and learning how to nurse her baby, Quinn heard a light rap on the door, signaling Puck and the rest of their visitors had arrived. Quinn gave a small wave and the group entered the room, Judy Fabray walking in first followed closely by Mrs. Puckerman and Puck's little sister. Finn and Rachel walked in, the duo hopping on the next early morning flight they could as soon as they found out Quinn had gone into labor. Steve, Judy's new husband and Quinn's new stepdad, brought up the rear as everyone quietly piled into the room.

"He's absolutely precious," Judy murmured, the whole group nodding in agreement.

"What a handsome little guy," Puck's mom replied, giving Quinn a half-hug.

"I think he's pretty damn perfect," Puck replied, before Finn clapped him on the shoulder, offering his congratulations as well.

"Ok now, you two get together on the bed," Rachel said, signaling to Puck to sit next to Quinn and the baby, pulling out her phone to snap a few pictures, "What a beautiful family!"

"Well, he does have my genes," Puck joked before Quinn passed him the little blue bundle, pausing to pose for a few more photos.

"Let's just hope he didn't inherit your troublemaking genes though," Puck's mom joked back. The whole room laughed while Puck rolled his eyes.

Rachel took a few more pictures with Quinn and Puck's phones, the latter texting everyone in his phone a picture of his new son.

It didn't take long before Puck's phone practically blew up with text messages of congratulations. However, it was Santana who called to offer her congratulations first, in her own special way of course.

"So, your kid doesn't look like much of a lizard baby. That's a plus," she said in greeting.

"Haha, you're hilarious."

"He's actually pretty cute. Nice work, Puckerman."

"Thanks San. I'm hoping he gets my good looks and his mama's brains."

"I hope he gets his mama's everything," she chided.

"Yeah well, that wouldn't be so bad either," Puck conceded.

"Now put your wife on the phone. I'm getting sick of talking to you already."

"Miss you too, San," he replied before handing the phone to Quinn, mouthing that it was Santana.

Quinn gently handed the baby off to Judy before taking the phone, keeping a close eye on her little boy as the rest of the people in the room took turns doting over him.

"Hey San," she murmured into the phone.

"Hey hot mama, how ya feeling?"

"Tired and I need a shower, but good. I'm so in love with him already and he's only been here for a few hours."

"That's really cool, Q-Tip. Congrats," Santana replied genuinely, "Oh and sorry we couldn't make it down with Rach and Finn, but we're planning on coming down this next weekend to see the little squirt if that's ok."

"That's totally fine. I'm really excited to see you both and for you to meet our new little guy!"

"Me too! Tell the little guy that Auntie Tanna and Auntie Britt are excited to meet him too! And spoil him more than Auntie Rachel, because let's face it, she may be able to sing better than me, but I'll be damned if she gets to be the favorite aunt."

Quinn chuckled and the two of them exchanged a few more pleasantries before they hung up, Quinn informing Puck that Santana and Britt were coming down for a visit before sitting back and watching the other people in the room take turns holding their son. Finn looked like a giant holding the little boy, his monstrous hands cradling the tiny bundle while his face contorted into one of extreme caution, like he was afraid he would drop him or something.

Rachel took that moment to break the comfortable silence that had settled over the group.

"So, have you guys picked a name yet?"

Quinn looked over at her husband. "Daniel James Puckerman," she replied proudly.

Both Finn and Mrs. Puckerman gave Puck knowing looks, the gesture confusing Rachel. "I like it. How did you come up with it?"

Quinn glanced back over at her husband, nodding her head to let him answer.

Puck took a deep breath as he looked down at the little boy now nestled in Rachel's arms.

"He's named after a buddy of mine that was in my company during my last tour of duty in Afghanistan," he explained, swallowing hard, "He, uh, he was killed in action. An insurgent threw a grenade near where we were taking cover and he spotted it first, yelling for people to take cover before he threw his own body on top of it to protect the rest of us."

The room stared at him with wide eyes, only a handful of people ever having heard Puck talk about his time overseas.

"I was standing only about five feet from him when he did that," Puck continued, swallowing hard again, "He saved my life, as well as the lives of several other men. I wouldn't be here today, sitting in a hospital room with my newborn son, my family and my best friends if it weren't for him. So we thought that it was rather fitting to name our little boy after him."

"Daniel James Puckerman," Judy cooed as she watched Rachel pass the little boy over to Mrs. Puckerman, the two new grandmothers cooing over the little boy, "I think that is a perfect name."

"I do too," Mrs. Puckerman agreed, "You two are going to be wonderful parents."

"I think so," Quinn replied, looking up at her husband.

"I just hope I don't screw anything up too bad," Puck added.

"You'll be fine, dude," Finn reassured him before grinning at his friend, "I mean you Marines can do anything, right? Or so you say."

"Or so we say? It's a fact!" Puck replied, before smiling back at his friend, "I think we'll be just fine."

"Me too," Quinn agreed before kissing her husband gently, "Me too."


Fact: Sex can induce labor if you're far enough along. You learn new things every day!

Also, I hope this isn't my last posting on here with this story. I do love writing these little one shots and I would be supremely bummed if the admin people decided to take it off due to its adult content. If they leave it up, I will be super happy and will continue to update the story with the chapters I had written about their engagement, wedding, etc. However, if they do decide to take it down, I just wanted to tell everyone that I thank you for all of your kindness, support and reviews. You have no idea how much it means to me that people continue to read this story and take the time to let me know what they thought. You all are the best! Thank you!