Sorry it's been so long! Hope you like!
*1 MONTH LATER*
Again. Really Jack? Again?
Quinn groaned rolling over and opening her eyes slightly to look at the clock. 3am. She moaned loadly and kicked Sam hard.
"Your turn..." she mumbled. He sighed.
"I'm pretty sure it's yours." he groaned.
"No it's yours." she muttered. That midwife had been a lying bitch, that's for sure.
"No it's yours." he tutted.
"Don't be such a kid." she growled.
"Don't be such a cranky bitch." he hissed. She sat up quickly and climbed out of bed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"What I've been told. Because obviously I can't make my own choices because I'm so damn cranky!" she squeaked, storming out into the landing and marching towards the door of the dreaded nursery. Then, pain shot up through her foot. Beth's cd player had been unplugged from the wall and the plug had been lying carelessly turned up for someone to step on it. While Quinn hopped about on one foot, Jack continued to scream from the nursery. The child was up at least 4 times every night, and Sam never seemed to be the one doing the dreaded walk up the landing to comfort his beloved son. She took the baby in her arms, rocked him and then laid him down again when he stopped crying. She slowly walked back up the landing and climbed back into bed again.
"I'm sorry." mumbled Sam.
"Shut up." she muttered, rolling further away from him.
"I don't appreciate you enough." he conceded, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
"You don't appreciate what you have enough." she muttered, keeping her eyes shut in case her tears wet her pillow.
"I know. And I promise to help you out more and pick Beth up from school and see to Jack in the middle of the night more." he whispered.
"You said that last week and nothing's changed." replied Quinn.
"You remember what I said last week?" he questioned.
"Well when your company is a seven year old and a newborn for most of the day you do tend to remember your conversations with fellow adults." spat Quinn.
"I've just been really tired." he moaned. She opened her eyes, turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. She looked at him in disbelief then grabbed her pillow and smacked him silly.
"QUINN!" he yelled, his voice muffled through the pillow.
"You're tired? I'm a STAY AT HOME MOTHER SAM! Every God damn day is hell! Beth's being a pain in the butthole, Jack screams if you TOUCH him and neither seem to give a damn if I beg them to stop or not! They obviously learned from the best I suppose!" she spat, lying back down again.
"I'm sorry okay? What else am I suppose to say?" he argued, sitting up.
"Sometimes I wish you'd never came back to New York! That it was still me and Beth in the apartment being perfect! But no, I'm the dumb Barbie doll that thought we could fix everything that happened. And I don't know if we can anymore." she sighed. He fell back into bed again as she wept.
"Shh... It's okay..." he whispered, holding her close. He leant over her and turned the lamp out.
2 hours later, Jack roared again. Before Quinn could wake, Sam made a mad dash down the landing to the nursery. He too stood on the satanic plug, but reached his son before he woke half the house.
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The next morning was Beth's first day back at school. While Jack screamed from Quinn's arms, Sam ran around frantically, searching for his runners. Beth, who as Quinn had said had been quite the selfish cow, flung her cereal bowl on the floor, milk splashing all over the kitchen tiles.
"BETH!" screamed Sam and Quinn in unison, which only made Jack wail more. Things only got worse when Beth slipped in her own mess and banged her head off the fridge. Now with both children bawling, Sam saw what Quinn had to put up with everyday. She sighed, then turned to him.
"Clean her up please. And clean this place up, I'm gonna calm this monster down and dress him." she yelled over the screaming, carting Jack out of the ruckus and storming upstairs. Sam sighed. He did NOT envy his wife in ANY way.
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September the 1st was Quinn's first public outing with Jack. All the congratulation cards were gone and Quinn and Sam were getting on with life. Just about anyway. As she drove, her daughter moaned in the back of the car about having to go back to school.
"Tough!" laughed Quinn, pulling into the carpark at Beths school. After dropping her off she decided that she'd go and surprise Rachel. She parked outside Rachels apartments, carrying Jack in a warm blue blanket. She knocked at the door of the 3rd floor apartment and waited for Rachel to answer. The scraggy, tired brunette opened the door wearily, smiling slightly when she saw her blonde best friend carrying the 'street angel house devil'.
"Come on in," she smiled, opening the door wider. "Finn's at work so I have the place to myself."
"You look upset. What's up?" asked Quinn, sitting on the white leather sofa and tracing her sleeping babies face a slender finger.
"Oh Quinn..." wept Rachel.
"Rach? Oh Rachie! What's the matter?" asked Quinn, getting up and sitting beside her.
"We've... wwwe've been trying for wwweeks!" bawled Rachel.
"Trying for what?" The it dawned on her. "Oh Rachel... I'm so so sorry!" she whispered, stroking the girls hair.
"Nothing! Nothing at all! We argue over it and, and, and..." stuttered the shorter girl.
"Shhh. Calm down okay? Don't get yourself worked up." soothed Quinn.
"How can I not? It only took you and Sam a month!" muttered Rachel.
"Yeah, I sorta didn't learn from my baby history of concieving everytime." smiled Quinn. Rachel giggled.
"But he's so perfect Q. Little pink hands and the little button nose and that baby smell." whispered Rachel, stroking Jacks forehead.
"He's the devils apprentice I swear!" chuckled Quinn, which only made Rachel laugh more.
"He's adorable even so." smiled Rachel. Quinn looked at her best friend and beamed.
"There's been something I wanted to ask you..." she began.
"Yes?" smiled a tear stained Rachel, looking up at her.
"Will you be his godmother? I mean you're sort of already his second mom anyway so..." grinned Quinn. Rachel squealed.
"Yes! I'd love to!" she beamed. Quinn smiled. Even if both their lives were crap at the minute, they still managed to cheer each other up.
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