Quinn's P.O.V.
"Cervical inflammation?" I ask the doctor in the emergency room. I've been here for a hour and a half, freaking out and they finally conclude, after an exam, that it's cervical inflammation.
"Yes. Pregnancy can do that because of the weight and pressure of the baby. It can sometimes cause a little bleeding. The baby is fine and you have nothing to worry about. I would schedule an appointment with your primary care provider for as soon as possible, just to be safe but you're good to go Mrs. Lopez." The 20 something medical student says to me.
"Thank god. Let's get the hell out of here. It reeks of influenza in here." Santana says as I step down from the table. She hates hospitals and is convinced they're all the reason people get sick in the first place. She's currently standing in front of me with gloves and a mask on that she asked for as soon as I was taken care of. Sick people gross her out. Santana and I quickly leave the hospital and go home and sleep.
~3 weeks later~
I'll be really happy when this baby gets out of my body. I'm over having to pee every 5 minutes. I leave the bathroom and hear my phone ringing from the living room.
"Santana! Get that for me!" I tell her as I leave my bedroom and walk towards the living room.
"That's...I won't say what I was thinking. Thanks for calling. Bye." I hear Santana say into the phone.
"Who was it?" I ask.
"Uh...I forgot her name but she called to tell us Lindsey killed herself last night." My eyes widen and Santana nods.
"Yeah...I didn't know what to say to that either." She says.
"Did they say how? Or why?" She shakes her head.
"I mean she was ready to take us all out, I'm not surprised." Santana says with a shrug. I sigh and shake my head.
"Aiden..." I say and Santana realizes that we have to tell him.
"So...how exactly do we tell him she killed herself in jail? He doesn't even know she was there." After the ordeal with Lindsey, we kept it from Aiden. We weren't going to add anything else to his plate right now...and maybe we still don't have to.
"Would it be bad if we just...blamed it on her past?" I ask and Santana shrugs.
"I don't want to lie to him but...let's not offer up information he doesn't ask for." Santana says.
"Sometimes the whole truth hurts more than helps." I say then sigh. Aiden is in his room now.
He has been doing a little better since going to therapy but I'm afraid, this might send him backwards. My baby boy has been through so much already. I sigh to myself and mentally prepare myself for this.
"Want to just bite the bullet now? We can't put it off because he might want to go to the funeral." Santana says and I nod.
"Aiden!" She yells.
"Yeah?!" He yells in response.
"Come here!" Honestly, we could have just gone to him. Soon, Aiden comes into the living room.
"Sit down." I tell him and he does so while looking at us with a confused expression.
"Did I do something?" He asks and I shake my head. I sit on the coffee table in front of him and Santana comes to stand near us.
"We have something to tell you." San says and he nods his head. So far, he doesn't look distressed.
"It's about Lindsey." I continue.
"Okay, you guys are beating around the bush. What's up?" He asks and I sigh.
"She...she died. Today." Aiden looks a little taken aback for a second then looks confused.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Someone found her...she...killed herself." I tell him, omitting some details. I watch him carefully but I don't see any signs of sadness...
"Are you okay?" I ask him and he shrugs.
"I...didn't see that coming but uh...I guess I'm okay. I mean it sucks that she's dead but, she was already dead to me if that makes any sense." He says and Santana and I nod.
"Do you want to go to the funeral, if there is one?" Santana asks and he shakes his head.
"Nah, I think I'm good. Is it weird that I don't feel anything about this?" I shrug my response.
"No one can tell you how to feel, but if you change your mind let us know." I tell him and he nods.
"Okay, I should get back. Sierra was showing me some origami she learned in art class today." He says then stands and goes back to his room. Santana looks at me as I stand then she walks towards the bedroom. I follow behind and lie in the bed while Santana goes to the dresser.
"So, he is either a psycho or really didn't give a fuck about Lindsey." She says and I shrug.
"We'll see how he's really feeling after it sets in." I tell her and she nods then comes to bed.
"So, how's my baby?" She asks as she lies next to me.
"Calm. I'm surprised my spleen isn't being pushed into my lung right now." I tell her.
"I meant the bigger one carrying a baby, but thanks for the update."
"I am...fine..and not in that, I'm not really fine but I'll say I'm fine anyway, kind of way." Santana nods then lies her head on my shoulder.
"At the risk of this being a stupid question...are you okay? With the whole Lindsey thing?" I ask her.
"Yeah, crazy bitch got what she deserved in my eyes. Are you okay? You two were actually kind of friends." She says.
"Yeah, I cared briefly but that boat has sailed. It is pretty sad she killed herself but...better her than me." I tell her.
"At least now, there's no more court and custody battle." Santana says and I nod.
"And...you can finally adopt Aiden." She continues. I didn't even think about that...but let's maybe put that on the back burner until Aiden is doing better.
Santana's P.O.V.
Almost being murdered by someone takes away the sympathy or empathy you could have felt for them. Why didn't she just kill herself before she came back into our lives? Would've made my life a hell of a lot easier. Oh well, I guess the Lindsey issue is still over...one way or another. Maybe now Quinn and I can get back to preparing for this baby. We haven't time to turn the spare room into the babies room and we're getting closer to her due date.
It's February now and she's due in April. Aiden is still in trouble so I think I'll have him help me out with it. This year is already looking better than the last. Sierra's birthday was last week so now I have an insane 8 year old. Great...Jordan's birthday is in June so that's some more shit to look forward to. Why the hell are all of my kids birthdays so close together? Whatever, maybe we'll get him another dog. That damn dog...ugh. He never came back after that psycho let him out and telling Jordan about it was one of the worst things I've had to tell him, yes it was worse than telling him about sex. The kid loved that dog and we just got him to stop crying over it. Sierra was sad about it for maybe 3 days and Aiden didn't care too much since he didn't really care about the dog anyway.
I'm glad that bitch is dead. Now, I'm going to enjoy my baby mama drama free life.
A/N: So this story is finally coming to an end. There are two more chapters then an epilogue. Thanks to the amazing people who stuck around for all this time. Side note, since this story is so long and was started so long ago, i did forget they had a dog even after I re-read it a million times so i tried to tie it up before this ended, sorry if it didn't flow with the rest of the story.