Quinn's P.O.V.
One more month...well more like 3 weeks then I get to meet this little angel. I'm so excited. I've been at the doctors office more than I would have ever liked but it's all worth it because my baby is healthy. Santana and Aiden have really transformed the baby's nursery and I love it. I've loved seeing them spending time together too. All they have to do now is paint it and it'll be finished. Aiden seems to be doing well after the Lindsey news. He didn't want to go to the funeral and even though Santana and I didn't want to go, we still tried to convince him to go, just to make sure he was sure of his decision. I still wonder what kind of long term effect that might have on him. I'll just enjoy the fact that right now, he seems happy.
Aiden is a few days from finally not being grounded anymore and I can tell he's excited. Today, I have to pick him up from school since he decided to stay later. Aiden has been able to pull his grades back up from C's to A's and he's been training everyday for off season so that his Coach doesn't lose faith in him. Once I get to the school, I text him to let him know I'm here. We gave him a flip phone while he was grounded so that we can still contact him but as soon as he's with us, he has to give it back. Aiden responds that he's on the field and asks me to meet him so I park the car and walk over there. I don't really feel like walking but I'm sure he has a good reason for why he wants me over here.
I walk down the bleachers and see him on the field, still running some drills. Once I step foot on the grass, he sprints over to me with a smile on his face. What's he up to?
"You should feel horrible for having me walk this far." I tell him and he chuckles then tucks the football in his hand, under his left arm.
"You could use the exercise." He says and I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Are you calling me fat?" I ask and he shrugs.
"You are smuggling a watermelon under your shirt." I glare at him and he chuckles again.
"I'd choose your next words very carefully." I tell him. I look up at him and squint to keep the sun out of my eyes.
"What did you want?" I ask him. Aiden looks around the field before speaking again.
"Do you remember when I begged you to bring me here?" He says and I chuckle and nod my head.
"Yeah, you were 11. Someone told you this school had the best field in the district and you wouldn't let it go. I've never seen anyone so excited to see grass." I tell him.
"I remember. You got embarrassed because I started making snow angels in the grass. Or maybe it should be called a grass angel?" He says and I shrug.
"Anyway, do you remember what we talked about?" He asks and I shake my head.
"Not really." I tell him.
"We talked about football, obviously." He says jokingly.
"Seriously though, I told you that day I wanted to go to the NFL." I nod my head. I remember now.
"You told us that a lot." I tell him.
"Yeah and mami always brushed it off because I was a kid. You brushed me off too but that day you didn't. That day, you told me if I wanted to get into the NFL I had to be the best I could be. That no matter what life threw at me, this always had to be my main focus." He says then looks into my eyes.
"I didn't know what you meant by any of that." He says then chuckles a little.
"Not until this past year, that is. So much has been thrown at me left and right and I let my game suffer because of it. The other day when I was in my room, I remembered when you told me that. So, now I'm taking your advice. I'm not letting anything stop me from reaching my goal." He says and I nod.
"Well, it's nice to see that you actually listen when I talk. Unlike your mother." Aiden chuckles and shakes his head.
"Ma...my career is going to start on this field and it's only going to go somewhere because you believed in me. So, when I'm drafted and doing interviews and they ask me who my inspiration was...I'm going to say it was my mother. The one who raised me as her own..." He trails off and reaches into his back pocket. He brings his hand back in front of him and holds out some papers towards me.
"And adopted me when I was 16." He finishes.
"Oh my god..." Tears are streaming down my face before I even realize it and I wrap Aiden into my arms and hold him close. His arms wrap around me and I feel him rest his chin on top of my head.
"This love fest is sickening." I hear from behind me. I turn to see Santana walking towards me with a smile. Sierra and Jordan are running ahead of her and don't stop until they crash into us. I run my hands through Jordan's hair and then rest my other hand on Sierra's back as she squeezes my leg.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as Santana finally reaches us.
"I couldn't miss your reaction." She says as she stands near us.
"All that crap about her being your inspiration had better been a fable. Don't act like you could ever forget me when you make it." She says and Aiden chuckles then lifts one of his arms from me so he can hug Santana.
"How could I ever forget my craziest and biggest fan." Santana chuckles as she hugs him back and I pull away from them to wipe my eyes.
"You don't make a pregnant woman cry. I do that enough on my own." I say jokingly.
"Can we get ice cream now? Mami said we could get ice cream." Jordan says and I nod.
"After someone finds me a pen." Santana pushes one towards me and Aiden hands me the adoption papers. I have him turn around so I can sign my name and we all leave the field.
Santana's P.O.V.
Well I've had enough excitement for the day. Aiden came to me, maybe a week after we found out about Lindsey and we planned this for Quinn. Quinn has been so worried about the adoption being too much for him but when he spoke about it, it was the most excited I'd seen him in months. It was his idea to surprise her because I just told him to give her the papers, she'd be happy either way. Gotta admit, I liked his idea better. Quinn has been in the best mood all day and I love seeing her so happy.
Quinn and I are sitting on the couch and it is now...3:14 am. Yep...this baby likes to torment us and isn't even here yet. These last few weeks, this baby has no idea what it means to sleep. Quinn hasn't been able to sleep and I think its only fair that I stay up with her. When did I become a nice person?
"Pass the Twizzlers." Quinn says from her spot next to me. I grab the bag from the table and continue watching TV.
"Is the baby quiet yet?" I ask before I let out a yawn.
"No. I told you, you don't have to stay awake with me." She says and I shrug.
"And I've told you, you're not the boss of me." Quinn rolls her eyes.
"We'll see about that." She takes a bite of her candy and I dismiss her comment. I look down at her belly and chuckle softly to myself. Quinn was small for 80% of this pregnancy but it seems like she just blew up over night. Pregnancy is weird.
"Will you get me something to drink?" Quinn asks.
"Why can't you do it?" I ask.
"Because I asked you." I roll my eyes and go to the kitchen. I grab Quinn a bottle of water and hand it to her before I sit back down.
"Thank you." She says.
"You're not welcome." I grab the remote and turn the channel.
" Find a movie or something for us to watch. I gotta pee." She says then gets up from the couch. Yeah, I'm going to find a movie that I have to pause every ten minutes so she can pee? I think the fuck not. We'll watch a Youtube video or something.
"Santana!" Quinn yells from the bathroom. What the hell? I run to the bathroom and find find Quinn standing there with a empty toilet paper roll in her hand.
"What the fuck Q?! You could've woke the kids up." I tell her.
"How many times do I have to ask you to change this?"
"I don't know. Maybe the next time you want me to change it, don't ask me and do it yourself. That way you can't be disappointed." Quinn glares at me and throws the roll at me.
"Asshole." She says then closes the door. I roll my eyes and go back into the living room. Quinn comes out of the bathroom a little while later then goes into the kitchen.
"Why is there never anything to eat in this house?" She says as she looks in a cabinet.
"Because you won't stop eating." I say quietly to myself.
"What was that?" She says and I clear my throat before answering.
"I said because Aiden won't stop eating. You know he's a human waste can." I lie. I look over to Quinn and she nods her head.
"Right..." She says suspiciously. I have to start thinking before I speak. Quinn grabs a bag of chips then looks down to the floor.
"Shit." She deadpans.
"What?" I ask.
"I really wanted those chips." She drops them on the counter. I'm...lost.
"Wake up Aiden and tell him he'll have to keep an eye on the kids. I'm going to change my pants." What? What the fuck is going on? Quinn pulls her pants off then walks around the island towards our bedroom.
"Don't just sit there. We have to go." She says as she's about to pass me. I stand and walk into the kitchen to where Quinn was previously standing. Yep...there's water on the floor. Ugh guess I have to clean this up. I quickly mop then put some clothes on, tell Aiden then wait for Quinn in the kitchen. Quinn comes back wearing more pajama pants and a light gray hoodie. Quinn's hospital bag has been sitting in the car for the last month so I don't think I'm missing anything.
"Okay, I'm ready." She says as she walks towards me.
"No contractions?"I ask and she shakes her head.
"Nope. Let's go." She says after she puts her shoes on. I walk towards the door and Quinn turns back to grab her chips from the counter again.
"Ready for real this time." She says with a smile as she pops a chip in her mouth. I shake my head and leave the house.