Two days later puck rang Maria up and told her he was coming round and he had a surprise for her. She put the phone down and began rushing around getting her makeup on and squealing. Will had gone out and she was alone. Think puck and Maria. Alone. In a house. She really liked puck but was protecting her heart by staying friends with him. Maybe he was going to ask her out. She let out one last scream of joy and answered the door to him. Her heart stopped and she stood stock-still. Puck was standing in the door way and he had someone with him. George Hurst. Her mouth dropped open as George shuffled his feet. 'Hey, Sophie.' He said, in a crisp Irish accent. Puck smiled then realised what he had called her. 'Sophie? George this is Maria.' He said anxious. Maybe he had the wrong George maybe Maria was freaking out cus he'd brought some stranger with him. 'Yeah. I changed my name when I moved to America. Puck, darlin can I speak to you? Alone?' she said smiling. He stepped in and she shut the door on George. She looked alarmed. Then she did an unexpected thing and gave him a massive hug. 'Puck you brought him from Ireland to see Noah. You are brilliant!' she said very happy. 'Actually he moved to Idaho, so it didn't take much but you are very well…' he didn't get to finish that sentence as Maria kissed him. She stopped after a second or two and brought her hands to her mouth in shock, at herself. 'Sorry I don't know what came over me.' She said behind her hand. He smiled and said 'Lets talk to George first then we'll… talk.' She smiled also and opened. The door, 'at last!' George cried and walked in the apartment. 'George, sit down. There's something I have to tell you.' Maria said and puck grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers, he squeezed her hand tight and she felt reassured. 'I never got to tell you before you left. But I had…' at that point Noah woke up and began to bawl and Maria finished her sentence with 'him' she looked down and then realized Noah needed her. She got up ad ran to the bedroom, she grabbed her son and began calming him down. Maria took a deep breath and walked into the living room. George sprung up from his chair and began stuttering. 'He's my… I mean you had… we had… I'm a … he's a…' he said baffled. Maria nodded at every stutter. George began pacing around the living room, knocking things over in an attempt to figure stuff out. He mustered up some kind of question 'when we… you know. You got pregnant?' he said still confused. 'Yes that what happens, George' Maria said stifling a laugh. 'Can I hold him?' he said finally regain some dignity. He smoothed down his hair and reached his arm out. Maria held Noah out and he began kicking and screaming, he was comfortable on his mothers shoulder. 'Hello...' George said looking at Maria for a name. Puck, who was feeling a bit like a third wheel at that point, jumped in 'Noah!' George smiled and hugged his son. He began to cry and Maria came and tapped his back. They were standing together like a proper family. Noah fell asleep on his father shoulder; Maria and George tucked him into his cot. Maria came out of the bedroom and hugged puck from the side as she spoke to George about Noah childhood so far. George kept looking at the door to his son's room as if he wanted to make sure he was ok. When it was time to go he hugged Maria goodbye and promised to spend the whole day with Noah tomorrow, he had to leave as it was late and he had been driving for a while. He had to face telling his mom about being a dad. Puck shut the door and looked at Maria with wide eyes and said 'that went well!' Then they kissed…