Thanks again for all the reviews! I try to respond back to you guys as much as I can I swear, sometimes I just forget there were questions!
Anyhow, as far as actors for who the characters look like I honestly have no clue! I really like for you all to imagine it yourselves and picture them how you all want so really I have absolutely no idea or any set person in mind.
As far as Quinn and Puck still trying for a baby, you'll get your answer in this chapter!
I also got a message from one of you about another Beth pregnant story and if I had created another one, something about there being similar situations and lines? Well I assure you I haven't, this is the only pregnant Beth story I'm writing, so I hope you aren't seeing too many similar situations or any exact lines for that matter, because that sounds kind of shady…
Anyways, thanks again for all the support and of course those adorable little Tumblr posts are too cute! Here's your next chapter and I hope you all continue to enjoy! Thanks again loves!
Beth groaned as she rolled over in bed, clutching her stomach as she felt a wave of nausea suddenly hit. Her eyes jerked open as she bolted up, covering her mouth with her hands while flinging the covers off and running into her bathroom. Her insides twisted into a hot, sharp knot as she collapsed beside the toilet, unloading the contents of her stomach while clinging to the ceramic commode. Warm tears brimmed as her abdomen contracted, Beth whimpering a little as she rested her sweaty forehead against the cold porcelain. Eight weeks, only eight weeks along and Beth was already fed up with the whole pregnancy gig crap. Her head throbbed, her stomach churned, her body ached, and she could already notice a slight tightness in her jeans. She knew this is what she had chosen and she was ready to deal with everything that came with it, but not being able to put down her favorite foods anymore because of the way they tasted coming up? Not cool.
Beth wiped her brow as she flushed the toilet and pulled herself up, turning on the sink and splashing the cold water against her face. She looked in the mirror as she wiped off her cheeks and noticed how drained she looked, whining a little as she poked and prodded the dark bags forming under her tired eyes. It had been a week since her and Balen's faithful decision to keep the baby, Puck and Quinn having slowly informed the rest of their troop who actually didn't know about the news. Everyone had been stunned but supportive none the less, with only Carole and Burt having been split between her offering Quinn help and Burt offering Puck his shotgun. The only two left in the dark still were Quinn and Puck's mothers, both Puckermans dreading their talks and having avoided their calls. Beth had been ecstatic over the love and advice she had received nonetheless, although Rachel really didn't need to share that story about breastfeeding, and she hoped she would get the same from her grandma's.
She finished drying her hands off and shuffled back into her room, the red numbers on her clock informing her that it three o'clock in the morning. Beth debated crawling back into bed but the aftertaste in her mouth pushed her towards her door and down into the kitchen, searching for something, anything to wash that God awful tinge out. She opened the refrigerator door grumpily as she pushed random jugs and bottles around, smiling when she finally grabbed the fruit punch carton and taking a large swig.
"Beth?"
The sound of a deep voice from the dark hall made Beth jump, the sweet contents in the carton now spilling onto the floor as Beth cursed loudly. The kitchen light flicked on to reveal her pajama clad father, squinting his eyes sleepily as he surveyed the scene.
"Dad, Jesus Christ you scared me!" Beth sighed as she leaned against the counter, her dad chuckling sleepily as he made his way towards her.
"Ya alright?" he asked while cocking one eye at her, looking from her shocked expression to the pink juice on the floor.
"Peachy," she grumbled, setting the container down and reaching for the paper towels.
"Let me get it," her dad intervened, grabbing the wad of napkins and pushing her aside lightly as he crouched down towards the floor.
"Thanks," Beth mumbled, stifling her laugh over her dad's blue and white striped pajama bottoms.
"No problem," he murmured as he stood back up, throwing her a wink before chunking the mess in the trash, "Couldn't sleep?"
"Stomach," she replied while rubbing her abdomen, her dad nodding understandingly as he walked back towards her, "Whoever named it morning sickness was a complete douche bag."
"Word," he smiled tiredly, pecking her forehead while opening the pantry.
"What about you? Why are you up?"
"Heard you," Puck answered while grabbing a box of cereal, "Thought there was a thief, had to prepare to have their ass." Puck tried to ignore the laugh that escaped Beth's mouth as he poured his late night snack, tossing a Cocoa Puff her way while shooting her a wounded look.
"Very cute daddy, you, a ninja."
"Your dad still has it," Puck fought back, handing Beth a spoon as he grabbed the milk, "I do, I still have some serious skills."
"Maybe on old people."
"That was one time, and I didn't see her cane." Beth snorted as she pushed herself up onto the counter, grabbing the bowl from her father and digging into the cereal.
"Either way, you terrify Balen so I guess that should ease your ego."
"Oh yeah?" Puck asked as he joined her, grinning ear to ear as he fished off a spoonful of cereal, "Punk bitch."
"Dad!"
"Beth!"
"Jerk!"
"Brat!"
The two continued eating while swinging their sock clad feet, Beth ravishing the bowl while Puck watched in amusement.
"So how's that going by the way?" he asked causally as he fought off Beth's spoon, "I mean you and Bale?"
"It's going ok," Beth answered while clanging her utensil against his, "I just don't think he's comfortable with the whole pregnant thing yet."
"What do you mean-and would you stop hogging all the big puffs Jesus?"
"Well I only like the soggy ones!" Beth whined, nudging her dad as she continued on, "And I just mean I don't think he knows how to act or what to say. Like-like at school, around our friends, I'm not ready to say anything yet because well, I'm gonna get enough stares when I'm bloated so I figure I'll save them till I'm huge."
"Sounds smart."
"But Balen-I don't know, I guess he feels like he's keeping this big secret from everyone so he acts all nervous and panicky. Like Maggie the other day was talking about her baby sister, and he wigged out and interrogated her for five minutes over why she brought it up. He's just being weird-"
"That's one word for it-"
"Dad-"
"Sorry."
Puck now took the empty bowl from Beth and turned to place it in the sink, Beth sighing a little as he turned back to face her.
"So where's your shirt?" she giggled as her dad blushed, turning his head and coughing awkwardly.
"That's none of your business."
"Gross!" Beth moaned as she covered her face, shaking her head and kicking her legs, "I'm gonna barf again!"
"Oh I was kidding, lighten up," he joked, flicking her ear as she scooted away, "I get really hot at night. Plus I like to show this off, you know, remind your mother what a catch I am." Beth laughed even louder as Puck flexed, noticing how alike her daddy and baby daddy were.
"So how's that going?' Beth now taking her turn to ask, "I mean the whole baby brother/sister thing? Are you guys still-"
"Nah, not right now," Puck dismissed, "Just figure-"
"Since you're teenage daughter screwed up you should probably take care of her brat before you have your own?" Puck looked over to see Beth staring down at her still flat stomach, puckering out her bottom lip and making his chest ache.
"Hey, listen to me," he said as he patted her hand, "You didn't screw up and you didn't make me and mom stop trying for a baby. We'll try again soon, don't you worry, but right now we would rather focus on your baby instead of ours." Beth nodded slowly but Puck could see the guilt etched on her face, pulling his teenager closer and wrapping his arm around her.
"Look the way I see it, someone above knew this was gonna happen," he said lowly, Beth turning to see her dad smile, "So they figured instead of giving us a baby and distracting us they would hold off and let us spend more time with yours. I'm actually ecstatic if we're being honest because now I don't have to discipline anybody and I get to add GILF to this fine resume." Beth finally laughed as her dad squeezed her tight, always finding some weird, quirky way to cheer her up.
"Dad you think we'll be alright?" she asked softly, "I mean you think we'll make it right?"
"I know you will," Puck answered as he rubbed his nose against hers, "And we'll be here to make sure." Beth smiled as she pecked his cheek, hopping off the counter and pulling her dad down.
"Now come on preggo, let's get you two back in bed."
"Jerk."
"Brat."
"Love you."
"Love you more."
"Whoa, do you have one of these?"
Beth groaned as Balen poked one of the models of the female reproductive system, a fallopian tube sliding out of place and causing the example to fall apart. They were at the doctors office once more to get Beth set up for her pregnancy, needing to start her on her vitamins and plan out future appointments. Her mom and her dad had both accompanied her to the appointment, her mom insisting he be supportive and her dad obliging to please his woman. Balen had showed up with his dads as well, Jacob and Kurt anxious for the first glimpse of their grandchild.
"Are we sure he's the father?" Puck asked while watching Balen build the model back together, "I mean if he doesn't even know what one looks like-"
"Puck-"
"Dad-"
"I know what they look like."
"They? How many have you seen?"
"Puck!"
"Dad!"
Silence filled the room as Balen plopped down in a chair beside Beth, her father smiling triumphantly while her mom swatted him needlessly.
"Well I can't wait to get a picture of that booger," Kurt squealed excitedly, "I'm the youngest grandpa at work."
"Well don't expect too much, it's still just a flicker," Beth told him as she rubbed her stomach, "I could barely see it last time."
"I read that at eight weeks it's the size of a raspberry-"
"Just like your brain-"
"And that it has like, webbed fingers and toes already-"
"Clearly your part of the DNA."
Quinn glared at her husband as he continued picking at Balen, Jacob glowering at Puck while Kurt fought off giggles at the awkward situation.
"Well that's interesting," Quinn said sweetly as she looked to Balen, Puck snorting as he received a kick in his shin, "I'm glad to see you're reading up and preparing."
"I'm glad to see you know how to read-"
"Well we have a full house today!" The room turned to see Beth's doctor walk in, "Hi, I'm Dr. Welch-"
"Like the juice?" The room turned to see Puck and Balen both scoffing, the two men sharing an odd look before turning back.
"Er-anyways," her doctor said as she pulled up her stool, "Now we need to start you on your prenatal vitamins, figure our your birthing plan, and I'd like to go ahead and give you a couple of brochures on different Lamaze classes-"
"Uh, sorry to interrupt," Kurt chimed in timidly, "But are we going to be able to see the baby today?"
"Yeah, can you put on the Doppler radar thing?"
"Sonogram asshat-"
"Because we would all love to see and experience this-"
"You guys aren't experiencing shit if they attack me with that rod again-"
"Beth don't curse-
"What rod-"
"They attacked my baby girl-"
"Silence!" The room hushed and looked to see Dr. Welch holding her hands up, an exasperated look on her face as she sighed, "Please, one at a time, I can't think with all the ruckus which isn't healthy by the way!" The clan remained silent as she sighed, placing her clipboard on the table and making her way towards Beth.
"Yes, I can perform another ultrasound and no, I won't be using the er-rod, as you like to call it. Now if you'll give me two minutes of silence so I can catch up with Beth…?" The room nodded and her doctor began asking her the same routine questions, making sure of her decision and following up her information. Finally, after what had felt like an eternity to Puck and Balen, she pulled up her machine and flicked off the lights.
"What's that?" Balen asked as he pointed to the gel on Beth's stomach, "Why'd you put that goo on her?"
"Why'd you put a baby in her?"
"Puck!"
"Dad!"
"It helps transmit the waves and give us a clearer picture," her doctor answered politely, Balen nodding as he watched in fascination, "Now if you'll turn to the screen you can see here-"
"Is that it-"
"Oh my God what-"
"That right there-"
"Honey-"
"Wait, what is that-"
"That doesn't look like a baby-"
"Dumb fuck of course it doesn't look like a baby-"
"Puck!"
"Dad!"
"Please," her doctor said as her voice grew louder, "That, what you're looking at, is a smudge. But this," she said as she smiled, "this is your baby." The group leaned in closely as they all stared in wonder, Beth, Quinn and Kurt all fighting back tears as they watched the small mass on the screen. Jacob patted his son sweetly as they cooed together, the tear in Puck's eye going unnoticed as he turned his head.
"Its already changed so much! Look how much bigger it already is!"
"Now this, this appears to be the bottom," her doctor said as she clicked around and brought an arrow on the screen, "And this is the head-"
"Funny looking head-"
"It's your offspring so obviously-"
"Don't talk about my grandbaby's head like that-"
"Oh my God, Puck we're grandparents-"
"Now what's that?" Beth asked as she ignored her spectators, raising up a little and pointing to the screen, "That's not some cysts or-"
"A twin?" Balen asked terrified.
"That's the yolk sac, don't worry," her doctor assured, hitting a few more buttons before turning off the machine, "Now are there any questions?"
"Exactly how much DNA do babies get?" Puck asked curiously, "'cause I don't know if you've noticed, but it's father doesn't have a lot going on up top-"
"Puck!"
"Dad!"
"So we need to make sure what we're looking at here." Dr. Welch stared before getting up, patting Beth on the shoulder before turning to leave, "I'll be back with you paperwork. You take care Beth…and family." The door clicked close silently as they all stared at one another, Kurt still wiping tears as Puck grimaced at Balen.
"Beth sweetie thank you so much for letting us be here," Kurt said as he stood and hugged her, "You don't even know how much this means to me."
"Well thanks for being supportive," Beth smiled, the two dads heading to leave so Beth could change.
"Hun we'll wait for you outside ok?" Quinn whispered as she pecked her daughters cheek, following behind her friends and tugging on Puck's hand.
"What? I'm fine right here," he said as he dismissed his wife.
"Puck she needs to change-"
"I'll close my eyes, I'm not leaving her alone with that-"
"Puck!"
"Dad!"
"Nothing I haven't seen before-"
"The fuck did you just say-"
"PUCK!"
"DAD!"
"You've got some nerve you little shit-"
"Puck," Quinn growled lowly as she dug her nails into his wrist, "Remember our agreement?"
"Screw the sex, I'm not about to-"
"The cooking, the cleaning, the TV watching-"
"I swear to God kid if we weren't in public-"
"The shower, the yard, the stairs-"
"You're insides are going to be the center piece of my mantle-"
"I'll let you put it anywhere?"
"I-wait, what? Seriously?" Quinn cocked an eyebrow as she tugged on his hand, Puck loosening up a bit as he grinned, "I knew it, I knew you'd come around-"
"Then let's go," she whispered, Puck nodding like a child but stopping to face Balen, "Don't think this is over you little punk, just when you think you're alone and safe in your bed, I'll be there! Waiting, I'm always waiting-"
"We'll see you guys outside," Quinn yelled behind her, pulling Puck through the door as he screamed.
"I'M ALWAYS WAITING!" Beth collapsed against the exam table as Balen flung himself in the chair beside her, the two kids sighing in unison as they held hands.
"He's never going to come around is he?"
"Well not when you make jackass statements like that!"
"So he can call me a punk but I can't defend myself?"
"Exactly." Balen groaned as he leaned back in his chair, dropping Beth's hand as he crossed his arms.
"I thought you said you wanted me to man up, take control, and then when I do you yell at me!"
"I want you to man up, not douche it up," Beth snapped, "Look, I know my dad treats you unfairly-"
"You noticed-"
"But that's because he doesn't know you like I do, he doesn't see the other side of you I do," Balen continued to pout as Beth sat up, scooting towards him and taking his hand, "I think you need to show him who you are, show him you're gonna be ready and able to take care of me and our baby."
"Well how am I supposed to do that?" Balen asked exhausted, "I mean what? Hang out with him?" Beth went to answer when an idea struck her, smiling ear to ear as she nodded.
"No."
"Puck-"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Hun-"
"No."
Puck and Quinn had been at it for two straight hours in bed, Quinn trying desperately to convince her husband to hire Balen at the shop and Puck refusing to listen as he played Nintendo.
"Sweetie please-"
"Don't sweetie me. And why aren't you naked?" Quinn groaned as she glared at her husband, sighing as she slid out of her pajama shorts.
"All I'm saying is that you need to get to know him, you two are going to have to get along and working together might help! Plus he needs a job anyway, he's gonna have to start making money so he can provide for Beth and the baby, so its just another reason you should hire him!"
"Quinn for the last time no," Puck said as he clicked on his controller angrily, "It's bad enough I have to share my daughter and family dinners with the kid, but my job? Baby its my escape! Tank top too broad."
"But see, I think by working with him you'll get to know him better and then you won't dred sharing all those things with him," Quinn pleaded optimistically, chunking her tank top on the floor as she scooted closer to Puck, "So please? What do ya say baby? Hire Balen."
"We don't even know if he knows shit about cars! Panties, drop 'em."
"So teach him! Show him the ropes! And I swear, after a month if he truly sucks and ruins your business and you don't feel any closer to him than you can fire him, promise." Puck cursed as his character died, turning to finally face his naked wife as she begged, "Please? Pretty, pretty please? For me? For Beth? For our grandbaby that you already love so much but won't admit?"
"Fine," Puck moaned as she threw her hands around him, "But one month-"
"One month." Puck pulled back slowly and surveyed his wife, "But I'm not gonna make this easy. I'm gonna make it hard, torturous even, Balen will be begging me to fire him."
"As long as you give him an honest shot than I'm happy." Puck nodded again as he took his wife in, wiggling his brow while chunking the controller.
"Now I believe this is the part where you thank me."
"Yeah, yeah," Quinn groaned, rolling her eyes as she pulled back the covers, "As if you haven't demeaned me enough."
"Baby I'm not demeaning you," Puck said offended, "I'm celebrating you, making you feel good about yourself!"
"You're full of shit, you know that right?" Quinn smiled as Puck crawled towards her, taking her lips in his and pushing her down.
"Yeah but you love every minute of it, you can't even pretend like you don't," he moaned into her mouth, Quinn knowing he was right but never letting on.
"So really, really," Quinn said as she shoved him off for a second, "You promise to work with Balen? Give him a chance, try to get to know him?
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll take him under my wing," Puck grumbled while smiling slyly, because he promised to help the kid, but he didn't promise not to hurt him.