So, there's not excuse for how long this update took except for the fact that I just wasn't in the mood to write it for a couple weeks. Luckily, the muse is back and I was able to finish this update. Sadly, there's only one chapter left, and I'm going to do it as fast as I can, but I can't promise it's going to be super fast.

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Chapter Twenty

Snow in Ohio during the winter is usually a given, and that's why Quinn wasn't surprised to hear on the news that there was a batch of snow headed there way overnight.

"Maybe we'll have a snow day," Puck said excitedly as he bounced Beth up and down on his knee.

"I wouldn't count on it, the news says it's only supposed to be half an inch," she said, bursting his dream bubble.

But the next morning, both teenagers were surprised to wake up to almost six inches of snow outside their apartment.

"Shit, we better have a snow day now!" Puck said, rushing into the living room to turn on the TV. Sure enough on the bottom of the screen it read that Lima County Public Schools were out.

Quinn went and looked out the large window in the living room and sighed. "I can't believe the weather people were so off. There's no way we're going to be able to leave here today and we're totally not prepared for this."

"Babe, you need to relax," Puck said as he calmly put one hand on Quinn's shoulder. "We're totally set."

"Yea, for the day maybe, but who knows how long it will be before they clear the snow and what if we run out of formula or diapers?" Quinn put her hands to her face and shook her head. "Oh God, I'm such a bad mom. I should have stocked up in case this happened."

Puck turned Quinn around so she was facing him and gently held onto her upper-arm. "Babe, it'll all be fine. We have plenty of diapers and formula. You're getting yourself worked up over nothing. You're not a terrible mother at all and there's no way you could've known this was going to happen."

"You're right," Quinn said shaking her head. "I guess I'm still a little insecure."

"Well you shouldn't be," he said placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll go and wake up the monster is you make some breakfast," he said, changing the subject.

"Deal," Quinn agreed.

She walked to their small kitchen and started the stove. At least it's not bad enough for the electricity to go out, she thought. Because then we'd really be screwed.

She got some bacon, sausage, and eggs out of the refrigerator and started to cook them. She was enjoying some alone time in the kitchen. Usually she was too busy with everything in her life to cook, so she enjoyed the times where she got to cook a nice meal for her family.

As she was cooking she thought about the future. She pictured herself in ten years, cooking in front of a stainless-steel stove in their large kitchen. She pictured Beth at the island counter stirring some concoction in a bowl because she loved helping her mom cook. Maybe there would even be another baby by then, sitting in a high chair and making the cute gurgling noises like Beth makes now. Then Puck would come walking into the room. He would say something cliché like, "Mmm, it smells good in here" and give Quinn a peck on the lips. Everyone would be smiling and everyone would be happy. Quinn sighed because she knew that not every fantasy becomes a reality.

Soon Quinn is broken from her daydream by the sound of Puck yelling her name from Beth's room. Thinking one of them had to be dying, Quinn ran the short distance from the kitchen to the room and found Puck holding Beth out in front of him, his arms extended as far as they would go and a nasty look on his face.

"What is the matter?" Quinn asked, with a hint of a giggle in her voice. The scene in front of her was a little ridiculous.

"Look at her! She pooped! Everywhere!" yelled Puck.

Quinn took a closer look at the baby and saw that she did, in fact, have poop all over the back of her onsie and down the side of her leg. She couldn't help but burst into hysterics, not because of Beth but because of the way Puck was handling the situation.

"Stop laughing this is gross," Puck complained.

"Oh my God, I wish I had my camera."

He gave her his best non-amused face, which made her laugh even more. She looked over at Beth who was just looking at her daddy with a large grin on her face.

"You know what you did," Puck said to her, half-joking and half-bitter. In response the baby reached out and grabbed her dad's nose before giggling to herself.

Quinn finally calmed down, but had to grab her abs because they hurt from laughing so hard.

"What do I do?" Puck asked anxiously.

"Put her in the bath, of course."

"You do it." He took a step closer to Quinn and held the baby out to her.

"No way, I'm fixing breakfast," Quinn countered as she took a step back.

"Are you sure about that because I smell something burning."

"Shit!" Quinn yelled as she ran back to the kitchen and saw everything she had made for breakfast was an ashy black. She quickly took the pan off the stove so it wouldn't catch fire and turned the heat down. She sighed and thought the fact that she had just burned all the food was a bad omen for the daydream she had just pictured minutes before.

She walked back to the bathroom where Puck was taking Beth's onesie off, working meticulously so he didn't touch any of the poop on her.

"Looks like you're having cereal for breakfast now," Quinn informed him with a smile.

"Fantastic," Puck said sarcastically.

"Want some help?" Quinn laughed as she bent down and took the rest of Beth's onesie off before Puck stuck the baby in the bathtub.

Beth splashed around merrily for a few minutes before the two parents worked together to clean her. Luckily, Beth loved water and she loved taking baths. Most babies cried when water was dumped on their heads, but not Beth, it always made her giggle.

"Maybe she'll be an Olympic swimmer," Puck suggested as he took a cup of water and poured it over Beth's wet curls.

"Or maybe she's a mermaid," Quinn countered. They both laughed at that, and Beth decided to join in because she liked to mimic her parents.

After the bath was over with, Quinn fed Beth her bottle before pouring Puck and herself some cereal.

Next Puck decided they should do a "baby aerobics" class because "you can never start the sports training too early". Quinn mostly just sat on the couch and watched in amusement as Puck extended and bent Beth's legs and arms while the little girl looked at her dad like he was crazy.

All the aerobicizing paid off, though, because it didn't take long for Beth to go down for her nap and for the two teenagers to collapse on the couch together.

"This is nice having a whole day to spend as a family," Quinn said. She had her head on Puck's chest and was using her finger to lightly rub circles on his palm.

He squeezed her closer to his chest and kissed the top of her blonde hair. "It sure is."

Before Quinn knew what was happening, tears were falling from her eyes and she was sniffling.

"What's wrong?" Puck asked, alarmed.

"It's just that…we made it or we're making it rather. Everyone told us that it couldn't be done, that we were too young, too naïve, too everything. But we're doing it. Beth is great and our relationship is great, and everything's just…great. I'm just really glad that you convinced me to keep Beth. I mean, imagine, we were going to give her up. I can't imagine my life without her, and I feel like I would have been so…miserable if we had chosen adoption."

"I think about that, too," Puck said. "It's just so weird to think that if your mom had never shown at Regionals and offered to help, that we wouldn't Beth with us right now, or even be together probably."

"Well, I guess you were right about something for once," Quinn admitted.

"Those words must have tasted like vomit," Puck teased.

Quinn playfully smacked his chest before sighing and laying her head back on it. It didn't take long before her breathing became steady and she was fast asleep. Puck couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing than holding the girl he loves as she sleeps peacefully in his arms.

X-X-X-X-X

"Okay, Bethy, do you see anything good?" Quinn wondered as she pushed the stroller through crowds of walking people at the mall. She was on a mission to buy Puck some Hanukkah presents since it fell early that year. It was hard enough to find her boyfriend one gift, let alone eight.

Puck and she had discussed it months prior and decided that Beth would celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah until she was old enough to choose which religion she preferred. Buying gifts for Beth wasn't the problem, though; it was buying gifts for Puck.

She had already been walking around the mall for thirty minutes to no avail. She had never thought about it before, but Puck was a very hard person to shop for. He didn't like having a lot of things. He was an essentials kind of guy.

Quinn knew he didn't want clothes because he already had enough. He already owned every video game that had Mario in it. He didn't watch TV or movies unless Quinn was watching them and he had nothing else to do.

She sighed as she passed store after store and still couldn't think of anything. It wasn't until an hour later, when she was extremely desperate, that she passed a music store and noticed a shiny, new acoustic guitar in the window. She thought back to a couple weeks ago when Puck was complaining that his guitar was old and always out of tune, but he didn't have enough money for a new one.

Even though Quinn knew it would be expensive, she decided to go in the store anyway and check it out. She picked up the guitar and inspected it. The wood was a deep mahogany, and the condition was pristine. Right away she knew that this was what she had to get for him. It was expensive, but Quinn still had some money left over from before her parents kicked her out. It was her "just in case" money. She deemed this a worthy cause and excitedly took it to the counter.

"Good choice," smiled the man at the check-out counter as Quinn handed him the guitar. "This guitar right here is a beauty."

"It's for my boyfriend," Quinn practically gushed. "He's in desperate need of a new one."

"Well, looks like he's got himself a keeper then," he said.

Quinn turned slightly pink as she paid for the guitar and seven other small, miscellaneous items like new pics and strings. She walked out of the store with a smile on her face and excitement pumping through her veins. This was going to be a wonderful holiday season.

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