A/N: Prompt from an anon; Faberry with Fababy. Thanks!
Gently stroking the blonde hair on her son's forehead, Quinn knew the long eyelashes against his cheeks hid eyes the exact shade as her wife's.
Her mind stuttering to a halt, Quinn pressed her face into her shoulder so she didn't pull him into her arms, waking him. It was better to let him sleep.
She ached to join him.
Instead, her back to where her wife should have occupied, an arm around Quinn's waist as they both gazed at their child, Quinn couldn't sleep for fear the ghost of Rachel in her dreams would give her terrible, suffocating hope.