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A/N: Can they survive the wait till they reach their goal...can they survice each other?
"For God's sake," Quinn whispered unhappily, her eyes on the wand in her hand. "It wasn't so freakin' hard the first time," she grumbled and tossed the white plastic instrument in the trash. "No, first time it was drop trou, quick fuck, and job done," she muttered and yanked the towel from the rail a touch more forcefully than was necessary after she'd washed her hands. "I didn't even come that time," she told her reflection spitefully. Quinn really looked at herself, studied the fine lines on her face, the slightly heavier eyelids. "Shit, I'm getting old," she whispered and then sighed heavily. At least Puck was away for a three-day training thing so she didn't have to tell him that she'd taken yet another useless pregnancy test. Quinn went back to bed and cried herself to sleep, to dream of the babies that would one day be hers…
"IVF?" Puck asked incredulously – he couldn't believe that his little swimmers were being called into question, he was rather hurt, actually. Puck shifted uncomfortably, both his pride and his manhood prickled at the implied inefficiency.
"Well it's not happening naturally," Quinn shot back scornfully. Quinn was feeling angry; angry and frustrated that yet another one of her colleagues had announced that she was pregnant – and this woman had three kids already! "Are you sure you lied about having that vasectomy back in high school?" she demanded angrily then knocked back her wine like it was water.
"Of course, I'm sure," Puck spluttered and almost spit his beer out. "I only said I'd had it done because I didn't think any girl would come near me after I'd knocked you up," he reminded her bluntly. It was a subject they'd discussed at length many years before. "I told you when I said it, it was bullshit," he added as he followed her up the stairs to their room. "So why do you think we need IVF?" he asked a little more calmly.
Quinn felt the fight leave her body, she knew she was being mean, cruel, and argumentative, but she just couldn't help herself. "I think we both should have our fertility checked," she mumbled and sat down heavily on the end of their bed. "We've been trying for over eight months, it should have happened by now," she wailed and then began to cry in earnest. Could all those ovulation predictor tests have been wrong? Were they all faulty? Was it possible that she just wasn't producing any eggs to even get fertilized?
"Hey," Puck murmured and sat down beside her to give comfort, to soothe her. "We'll go, we'll do it," he promised. "Shh," he soothed and held her close, let her cry it out against his chest. "But it's been fun trying, right?" he murmured into her hair with a smile on his face. Quinn didn't reply but she sniffed back a snort of laughter. It had, it had been a lot of fun trying to get pregnant – Puck hoped it would always be fun.
"So, the first step is you two coming here, the next step would be for you to have a sperm analysis," Dr Morgan announced after listening to the couple before her. "Before you ask, the sperm count can change at different times in a man's life, different things can affect it; life, stress, even such as diet can have an effect. I know that you've already had a child together, so I'm not concerned about incompatibility, but the easiest tests to conduct are the ones relating to sperm, so, you're up first," she told them and noted the slight scowl on Puck's face. "I know, it sucks being a man, right?" she asked slightly tongue-in-cheek.
"Not in this instance," Puck muttered and brushed away a tiny wrinkle in the leg of his pants.
"I see you've already read up on the procedure," Dr Morgan replied with a grin.
"I did," Quinn put in eagerly, she'd raised her hand ever so slightly, as if seeking permission to speak. "So, if his sperm is fine, what's the next step?" she asked. Quinn had a handful of pamphlets already, she'd poured over the internet for hours and hours researching every possible combination of fertility difficulties and was determined to eliminate them all in the drive to become pregnant.
"One step at a time, Quinn," Dr Morgan hurried to assure. "Let's get those little swimmers tested first, see what we're dealing with, then, if we have to, we'll turn to the more invasive tests," she explained and handed a wrapped, sterile plastic cup to Puck. "So, when this appointment was made, you were advised to refrain from ejaculation for at least two days, right?" she reminded them and nodded along with them as Puck and Quinn nodded too. "Time for you to do your stuff," she told Puck with a grin. "And remember, no lubricants, not even your own saliva, and if you spill any, just wipe it up, don't put it in the cup."
Puck looked at the cup in his hand, his eyes rose slowly to look at the doctor. "What, now?" he asked hoarsely. Usually, Puck felt no shame in taking matters into his own hand, it was something they did regularly together when they were apart…so to speak. When Puck was deployed or on extended duty and couldn't be home with Quinn, they frequently used the wonder of Skype - or any other video messaging service - to watch each other, toy with each other and, ultimately, 'self-satisfy' with each other. It was something they enjoyed together even when they actually were together, but in this setting, it seemed so clinical, so devoid of emotion – and more than slightly embarrassing!
"Yes, now," Dr Morgan agreed and gave a nod towards the door. "The cubicles are that way, you'll find DVDs, magazines, pictures, just don't spit on your hand, alright?" she said, her face wreathed in smiles – she would never admit it, but the discomfort that 99% of the men that walked through her office door felt at this point of the appointment, kind of made up for all the crap that she knew the women would have to go through to (hopefully) become mommies.
Puck didn't say anything as he rose from his seat. With a sigh, he left the room and headed towards the cubicles as indicated by the doctor. "In here?" he asked the nurse who was sitting at the desk at the end of the corridor. "Great," he muttered when she smiled and nodded. "If Quinn was in here too, there wouldn't be any problem," he murmured quietly. Puck took a seat and glanced around the sterile, clinical room. "Well, this doesn't inspire anything in my pants," he whispered and sighed loudly. "Ok, so, how are we going to do this?" he asked his dick out loud. "I have never felt less like jerking off than I do right now," he grumbled and tapped the still wrapped cup gently against his head. "Come on, Puck, man up, we gotta do this thing," he sighed and leaned back in the comfortable chair to unzip his pants. "Dude, wake up," he encouraged his flaccid penis. "Shit, this isn't going to be good for a decent sperm count, now is it?" he whispered and wrapped his hand around his soft member.
Puck picked up the remote and pressed the power button. Immediately the TV sprang to life, the screen listed a menu of different options. "Well, girls, definitely," Puck said as he noted the different choices and scrolled down to one that had the title 'Cheer Leaders'. "The cheer leaders always made me hard when I played football in high school," he reminded himself. "Especially when Quinn was at the top of the pyramid. Fuck, her legs and ass in that teeny, short skirt, especially when she didn't wear those regulation spanks, shit, yeah," he sighed as long forgotten memories stole over him. Puck's hand began to move, his flesh began to harden. Puck's mind filled with images of Quinn, it was like watching porn on the TV, only better. Puck thought back to the subtle flirting that had gone on between them before she'd ever allowed him to touch her boobs, to suckle her nipples – and that had happened long before she'd allowed him into her pants!
She knew he was behind her, she knew he was watching her, she could feel his eyes on her, feel them stroking over her skin as surely as if it were his hands. Quinn bent over at the waist to make sure her sneaker laces were firmly tied, she bent slowly, very slowly, moved with balletic poetry…and made sure that he could see right up her skirt. Quinn grinned as she heard his indrawn breath, she didn't have her regulation spanks on, she didn't even have sedate 'good girl' panties on, no, she had a stunning, red lace thong on, and now Puck knew it too. As she stood, Quinn slid both hands all the way up her leg, then up, dragging her skirt flaps up a little; her hands trailed past her waist, her boobs, up past her head and then she stretched tall, her back arched enticingly. She knew he was still watching her, she wondered if anyone else was too, that thought excited her, it excited her a lot…and she kind of liked it…
"Fuck," Puck groaned as that memory faded and morphed into another, his hand stroked his dick rapidly, he hoped it was going to take a while, he wanted to remember more.
"Shhh," Quinn hissed almost silently, she knew that Santana and Brittany were lurking around somewhere, she knew they would be trying to find a quiet nook in this rowdy party to be alone for a few moments…she knew she was looking for that too, but with Puck. Quinn beckoned and Puck followed. The tiny closet was exactly what was needed right at that moment. "Kiss me," Quinn whispered into Puck's ear.
Puck didn't reply with words, he didn't need to, his lips and tongue said so much without making a sound. Puck's eyes locked with Quinn's in the almost inky blackness of the closet, his left hand unerringly found her breast, his right found her ass cheek. As his lips touched hers, as his tongue stole into her mouth and robbed her of her breath, his fingers tweaked a pebbled nipple through her red, lacy, skater dress. Puck's other hand stroked down the back of her thigh and then back up, sliding the hem of her dress up too, giving himself access to her exposed ass – he loved that she always wore thongs, even with the shortest of dresses, and he was damn certain it was for his benefit, not Finn's.
Puck brought his hand to the front of her panties, he held his breath as Quinn sucked in hers, in response to the bold way he'd slid one long finger under the top edge and brought it to rest at the very top of her cleft, millimeters away from her clit. No one – besides herself – had ever touched her there before, no one had ever dared. Puck dared.
Puck's left hand abandoned its teasing of Quinn's delightful nipples and slid around her back, his strong arm gave her something to lean against as she whimpered and trembled, as she delighted in the sensations that were smothering her right at this second. "Like that?" he whispered. Quinn couldn't speak, she trembled, she nodded, she made a peculiar noise in the back of her throat that Puck took for assent. "You're going to love this," he told her and then felt the thrill of pressing the first two fingers of his right hand slowly into her, into her – until now – untouched vagina. It was delicious.
Puck's thumb kept up pressure on her clit as his fingers stoked and teased her on the inside. Quinn whimpered and trembled, she clung to him, her arms around his neck to hold herself upright, she couldn't stop her leg from lifting and hooking over his hip, it was like she was trying to silently tell him that she wanted more – although she didn't know what that more could be.
"I'm going to eat you," Puck growled against her lips. "We're going to leave here, now, together," he informed her, "we're going to get in my truck, we're going to drive to the park…"
"Yes, yes," Quinn breathed – she was so far gone she would have agreed to anything...and when they got to the park, she did!
"Jeez," Puck sighed and changed hands, his arm was aching slightly. He glanced at the TV, he hadn't even started the movie, he glanced at his dick and smirked. "Who needs fucking porn when I have my very own cheer leader?" he muttered and closed his eyes again.
"…but you can't tell anyone," Quinn sighed.
"Our secret, baby," Puck assured her and leaned in to kiss her again.
Quinn gulped. "Tell me one more time," she pleaded.
Puck looked at the beautiful girl in his arms, her blonde high pony spread over her pillows, her cheeks flushed with desire…his heart melted. "You're not fat," he insisted – and he meant it, she really wasn't fat, not in the slightest. Puck moved and landed very gently on top of Quinn, pressed her into the mattress. The first push of his dick inside her brought them both to a shuddering exhalation of held in breath.
"Oh," Quinn sighed, she had no words for the sensations she was feeling right at that very moment.
Puck pushed in to the hilt, till his hips met hers. "Are you ok?" he asked, his hushed words were strangled, he was holding on with a thread, he'd never experienced anything like this before, not ever – and he'd done this plenty of times, but this time it was different, sublimely different.
Quinn didn't speak, her teeth were gripped into her lower lip, she could only nod and hope for the best, she had no idea if it was supposed to feel like this, but for her, right at that moment, it felt like the whole world had fallen away and the only two people left were her and Puck. She didn't need anyone else…ever!
"Ok, so it probably wasn't that good," Puck muttered to himself and then thought for a second, he'd paused in his endeavor just for a moment. "Yes, it was," he decided and then closed his eyes again and resumed his stroking.
Puck leaned back against the door and watched as his white-clad wife stepped daintily towards the huge four-poster bed. "Are you just going to stand there?" Quinn asked over her shoulder, her eyes smoldered, Puck's insides shivered. No, he wasn't going to just stand there, he was trying to figure out how to get her out of the giant, white, creation she was wearing and then he was going to make up for the month-long sex veto she'd insisted on before their wedding. "I missed you," she admitted – her voice sounded like it had been dipped in syrup then dragged through gravel and it tingled all the way down his spine.
Puck pounced, he couldn't wait any longer, the whole day, the whole week, the whole month, had been geared up to this point, to them being alone, in a bedroom and boy, was he going to make that bed bounce! In a split second, Quinn found herself on her back, her legs over the end of the bed, Puck half on, half off her. Quinn giggled. "Is that a gun in your pocket?" she snickered. Even through the layers of her dress, her under garments, and his clothes, she could feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing in to her thigh.
"I missed you, too," Puck whispered just before his lips closed in on hers, before his tongue stroked hers, before he groaned with such overwhelming need. Puck slipped off the end of the bed and fought his way under layers and layers of fabric. "Red lace?" he asked when he reached his target. Quinn leaned up on her elbows, grinned and shrugged. "Nice," he sighed and headed in to taste his way to heaven.
Quinn fell back flat on the bed again at the first touch of his tongue. Puck shrugged out of his jacket, tie, and shirt – without missing a stroke! Quinn groaned, the pleasure was there in that sound, Puck felt it in his balls. Once he'd dispensed with enough clothes, Puck shifted slightly so that he could use his fingers to give her even more pleasure. "Like that?" he asked, Quinn groaned and nodded, she was breathless, she couldn't have spoken to save her life. Puck grinned and dove back in for more. He slurped against her flesh, stroked her with his tongue, poked his tongue into her, his fingers massaged her on the inside, he nipped her clit between his thumb and fore finger – it was almost her undoing.
"Not without you," Quinn growled and pushed up to become a more active part of their wedding night. Puck abandoned his exploration of her nether regions and leaned up to kiss her soundly. Quinn rather enjoyed taking the taste of herself from his lips. "Mmm, is that me?" she asked coyly.
"All you, baby," Puck replied in a husky, sexy voice. He pushed forwards as Quinn leaned back, he rose to his feet and pressed into her. "Ready for me?" he asked and reached down to unzip his pants.
The first time, there couldn't be any more waiting, any more foreplay, any more arousing, it had to be right now, he couldn't wait any longer. Puck grunted as he pushed into her, she was still fully dressed in her whole wedding regalia – she still had her veil on, for God's sake! Puck held her legs up in the air in a V shape, he kissed her ankle, his tongue felt weird through the silk of her stockings. The slap of skin against skin grew louder and louder as did the moans. "Come for me, baby," Puck begged, he was so ready to explode inside her, he wanted to fill her with everything he had held back for the past month.
"I'm…coming…" Quinn groaned tightly. She gasped as Puck nipped her clit again and sent her flailing over the edge. "Argh," she screamed out and clenched against the myriad of sensations that flooded her body.
"Fu-u-uck," Puck growled and pressed into her even tighter as he emptied his balls into her waiting channel. "Jeez," he whispered as he slowly came to lay down on top of her, "don't let's do that again, that whole month of waiting crap," he suggested through struggling breaths. "Not unless we have to," he added with a thought to future deployments and detachments. "And if I'm away, can we use Skype, you know, to watch each other?" he suggested.
"Ok," Quinn agreed breathlessly…
"Happy wedding night," Puck murmured as he finally spilled his semen inside the plastic cup. "Fuck porn, who needs it?" he muttered and clipped the top carefully into place. Puck took a couple more moments to clean up, make himself presentable and then left the room to hand the sample to the nurse at the end of the hall. "Make sure you label that up right," he instructed with a slightly embarrassed grin. Puck walked back to the doctor's office and took his seat back beside Quinn.
"That didn't take long," Quinn murmured and reached over to join hands with him. Puck grinned and winked at Quinn, he would tell her later how much of an inspiration she had been to him.
"Thank you," Dr Morgan said to Puck. "We'll get that sample tested, and then we'll take it from there. Now, do you have any questions?" she asked – she and Quinn had discussed many options in the time they'd waited for Puck to do his thing.
"Not really, not at the moment," Quinn replied for both of them. "We have all of the information here," she added and lifted the pamphlets again, "and I know that we can join the support group if we want to chat to other people going through the same thing," she said and gave Puck's hand a little jiggle – she hoped he'd want to join, she really wanted other people's views on the whole infertility thing.
"So, we'll be in touch tomorrow, once the sample has been analyzed, and then we'll discuss further plans, ok?" Dr Morgan said, clearly ending the consultation.
"Thank you, Dr Morgan," Quinn said and held her hand out to shake as she stood. Puck copied her and shook the doctor's hand too.
Quinn felt much lighter on the drive home than she had heading towards the doctor's office. She felt that something positive was being done and that it was all steps in the right direction – the direction of parenthood for the two of them. She was startled when her phone rang. "Hi, Beth," she said as she answered. "How did mid-terms go?" she asked.
"Ok, I think," Beth answered with a deep sigh. "Can I come visit at the weekend?" she asked slightly tearfully.
"Of course," Quinn replied immediately – she glanced at Puck with worried eyes. "Something's wrong," she mouthed, she was concerned, very concerned.
"She'll tell us when she gets here," Puck commented as he drove.
"Mr Puckerman?" a pleasant sounding voice asked when Puck answered his phone.
"Yes?" Puck replied sourly and waited for the inevitable, unwanted, sales call – she was bound to be selling insurance, wall-cladding, replacement windows, garden make-overs, or some other such crap, something that they neither wanted nor needed.
"Hi, it's Valerie from Dr Morgan's office," the woman stated, though it sounded like she wasn't so sure.
"Oh, hey," Puck responded a little more welcomingly.
"I'm calling to let you know that your sperm sample was absolutely fine," Valerie announced.
"Cool," Puck replied, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, a weight he hadn't realized he was carrying – his faith in his manhood was restored! Now he just had to convince Quinn.
"We'll send the results out in writing within the next day or two," Valerie explained, "but most men want to know straight away that all is well in that department," she added – slightly condescendingly, if truth be told.
"Thanks," Puck murmured. He was glad when the woman hung up, she'd taken him from a mega high that his swimmers were good to a mega low because even though she hadn't said it, she'd reminded him that he still hadn't managed to get Quinn pregnant. "So, it's not my fault," he muttered as he tucked his phone back in his pocket. "But that sounds like I'm blaming Quinn for us not getting pregnant, and I'm not, I'm really not," he thought and sighed loudly and wondered how he should broach the subject once he was home. "At least I've got a couple of days to think about it," he reminded himself with a sigh and then got back to work…
"Hey, sweetie," Quinn murmured and leaned in to kiss Beth's cheek. "You look exhausted," she added with a frown.
"I feel it," Beth sighed. "I haven't been sleeping too well just recently," she admitted and gently put her bag down at the bottom of the stairs. She followed Quinn into the kitchen. "Can I ask you something?" she asked nervously.
"Sure," Quinn agreed readily and continued to make coffee for herself and Beth – she didn't need to ask preferences, they'd spent so much time together since Beth's birthday that Quinn knew exactly how her daughter liked to take coffee and tea, on the rare occasions she drank that.
"I've been involved in a discussion group, as part of my psychology unit," Beth began and then paused to accept her cup and thank her birth mother. "And in it we've covered the child's thoughts and feelings on adoption, on being the adoptee and next topic is the birth mother's view, her thoughts on being the donor, so to speak, of the child, how she feels about another person usurping her role," she said and then lifted her troubled eyes to look at the woman sat opposite her.
"Wow, nothing minor, then," Quinn quipped and took a sip of her coffee. "How did I feel about Shelby usurping my role as your mother?" she muttered more to herself than Beth. "How did I feel?" she repeated and thought carefully. "Grateful, jealous, relieved, envious, hostile, angry, jealous, even more jealous, and yeah, mostly jealous," she listed the emotions that sprang to mind. "Did you think it might be something like that?" she asked.
"I was worried that you wouldn't have ever thought about it," Beth replied. "Obviously you did think about it," she corrected herself and rolled her eyes at her own lameness, "I mean, you always got Rachel to make sure I received your gifts for my birthday and Christmas, and I know that you called my mom a lot, even though she wouldn't answer or take your calls. She always listened to the messages, I did too, once I'd figured out who Quinn and Puck were," she added with a grin. "I mean, I looked at all the pictures my mom has of Rachel, especially the ones from your glee club days, and once I realized that I looked almost exactly like Rachel's blonde friend, Quinn, her pregnant friend, it wasn't too hard to deduce that you were my biological mother. It was harder to figure out who my father was because the clues were a little mixed."
"How old were you when you figured it out?" Quinn asked gently.
"See, I always knew I was adopted," Beth answered with a sigh, "my mom always told me I was and she said it made me so special because out of all the babies in the world, she'd chosen me, but she never told me anything about you guys," she explained. "Sometimes it made me feel special but sometimes it made me wonder what was wrong with me that my birth parents didn't want me, you know?"
"Oh, sweetie," Quinn cried and moved around the table to sit next to Beth rather than opposite her. "It was never that we didn't want you," she insisted as she hugged Beth close to her side, "it was more that we didn't have the resources to give you everything you deserved and your mom did. She came to see us, the day you were born, she asked what we'd decided to call you, I said that you didn't have a name because I was too scared to make you feel mine, but Puck told her he wanted to call you Beth, he'd picked that name out a few weeks before and we both really liked it, and your mom agreed that it was a really pretty name, so that's why you're called Beth."
"Was I always going to be adopted?" Beth asked nervously, it was a question she had wanted to ask for months but had been too afraid of the answer.
"Yes," Quinn answered honestly, "from the moment I knew I was expecting you, I knew I couldn't keep you, I knew I would ruin your life if I did. See, my parents were very strict catholic and sex before marriage wasn't only frowned upon, it was a mortal sin," she explained. "And when they found out I was pregnant, my dad threw me out, told me I was a disappointment and banished me from their lives."
"But you're ok with them now, right?" Beth asked, she knew that was the case because she'd met everyone together months ago.
"Yes, we're ok now," Quinn agreed, "but it took a long time for my dad and I to forgive each other."
"When will Puck be home?" Beth asked and settled in comfortably to Quinn's side, her head on Quinn's shoulder, and sipped her coffee.
Quinn checked her watch. "About an hour," she answered, she couldn't wait for him to get home, there was a letter waiting for him from the fertility clinic, they'd already told him over the phone but she wanted to see the information in writing, but she didn't just want to open the letter, she wanted them to be together when they opened it, and then she wanted them to go at it like rabbits for the next two weeks until their next appointment!
"Good, I want to ask Puck his views too," Beth murmured sleepily and then yawned loudly.
"Do you want to go have a nap?" Quinn asked with a big smile on her face. Beth nodded and headed up to her bedroom. Quinn quietly cleaned the kitchen and then got one of Puck's favorite meals prepared, ready to put in the oven once he arrived home.
"Hey," Puck murmured and slid over Quinn, she was on the sofa in the den and fast asleep. Quinn turned over but didn't wake up. "I know you won't mind me doing this," he whispered and unzipped his pants to release his aching boner – the closer he'd gotten to Lima, the harder his dick had become, like it knew it had to perform the instant he arrived home!
Puck pushed Quinn's skirt up and out of his way, revealing her pretty lace panties. "Mmm," he sighed and pressed his face to the front of her panties, "pretty, but got to go," he muttered and tugged them down and off her legs. "Even more pretty," he grunted and then kissed her neatly waxed lady lips before he surged up to thrust his dick between them. "Oh, yes," he groaned, he was balls-deep inside his wife and it felt absolutely awesome!
"Oh," Quinn sighed as she woke, her body aroused and tingling. "Puck," she moaned, and then dragged his face to hers, thrust her tongue in his mouth to match the thrust of his dick inside her. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried as he pounded her into the sofa.
Puck lifted back, pulled out of her and ripped his clothes off, Quinn watched, propped up on her elbows, she breathed heavily, her legs still open ready for him. Puck shifted Quinn's legs, sat down, and helped her to climb across his lap. "Hi," he grunted as she slid down his length to impale herself. Puck groaned and helped her to remove her clothes as best he could.
"Hi," Quinn replied and then crushed her lips to his between taking off her bra and tugging her skirt over her head. She began to slowly rise and fall, to ride his erection with practiced ease. "I missed you," she sighed into his mouth.
"Missed you too, babe," Puck replied and gripped her waist to speed her motions along. "Been thinking about this all the way home," he groaned as Quinn leaned back and changed pace as well as angle. "Oh, God, yeah," he cried as the tingle in his balls became more and more urgent.
Quinn bounced up and off his lap then threw herself face down over the arm of the sofa. "Now, do it now, come inside me," she begged, her voice muffled by the cushions. Puck didn't hesitate, he was behind her and inside her even before her request was complete.
Puck rocked his hips in deep, he pressed so far into her he had no idea where she stopped and he began. His pace was blistering, it was exactly what they both needed, deep, long, satisfying. "I'm coming," he groaned, his voice was dragged out of him.
"Me," Quinn squealed, "too!"
"That's it baby," Puck crooned, "rock for me," he encouraged. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," he cried and thrust deep, as deep as he'd ever been before, his grip on Quinn's hips was tight enough to be painful, but she didn't feel it, all she felt was the splash of his scalding hot semen deep inside her. Quinn's legs gave way, she slumped across the arm of the sofa, Puck collapsed onto her. "Fuck, that was good," he murmured into her hair, Quinn could hear the smile on his lips.
"It sure was," Quinn agreed silently but she nodded as Puck talked, she just didn't have enough breath to verbally agree with him.
"Did Beth get here alright?" Puck asked as he pushed upright, his dick was still in place though, he didn't want to withdraw just yet.
"Yes," Quinn replied, she could speak now she could take a full breath into her lungs.
"Probably better take this upstairs then," Puck murmured and pulled out of Quinn.
"Probably right," Quinn agreed and turned to press herself to Puck's chest. "Welcome home," she whispered and stretched to kiss him deeply.
"Beautiful welcome," Puck replied once they'd ended the long kiss, "but I was only gone for two days," he reminded her with a pat on her ass. "Let's get upstairs," he suggested again and hurried to pick up their abandoned clothing.
Quinn ran upstairs ahead of Puck, she had her clothes gripped to the front of her, but she had nothing covering her ass. Puck watched and marveled at the sight – it was one he'd never tire of. They made it to their room without getting caught by Beth – something that they were both thankful for, it would have been highly embarrassing to be caught naked by their teenage daughter.
"We have an appointment with Dr Morgan for the week after next," Quinn informed Puck as they both slid into bed.
"Cool," Puck answered and hauled Quinn close. "We're going to discuss the options, right?" he said, just to make sure he had the process correct in his mind.
"Yes," Quinn replied with a nod, "now that we know your sperm is in good health, I'll undergo some tests to make sure my ovulation cycle is working properly."
"But until two days before," Puck murmured and shifted so that he was laid on top of Quinn, "we can practice like rabbits, yes?"
"Yes," Quinn answered – it was a long time later before anything other than loving sounds came from their room…
Beth's weekend stay was quite cathartic for her. She asked questions that she'd never had the confidence to ask before, she found out the whole of the intricate Puck-Quinn-Finn triangle, and sympathized with her birth parents about falling in love at a confusing and dangerous time in their lives and also, sadly, discovered the reason that her mother had broken all ties with her birth parents.
"I can't believe you had a thing with my mom," Beth said yet again and looked at Puck with slightly distrustful, slightly angry eyes.
"To be fair," Puck muttered into his hand, his chin was resting on it, his elbow was propped on the table, "I had a thing with a lot of people at that time in my life," he admitted. "I was somewhat promiscuous in those days."
"Ha," Quinn laughed sarcastically. "Somewhat?" she asked and gave Puck her practiced you-will-tell-the-truth-the-whole-truth-and-nothing-but-the-truth look that always made him crumble, and had since the dawn of time.
"Ok, so I was a raging manwhore," Puck admitted, "and I didn't so much as have relationships as have an endless string of one-night stands," he said flatly – he knew he would never come out of it looking good and no amount of sugar coating could make it sound good. "But I've grown up since then, I've apologized for my behavior then and I've moved on," he reminded Quinn with a pout and a frown.
"Yes, but it's good to acknowledge your shortcomings," Quinn agreed.
"When did you realize you were in love with each other?" Beth asked, changing topic slightly. She sort of wanted to know that they had been desperately in love with each other when she was conceived and not the result of Puck picking Quinn to add her to his apparent harem, but was too afraid to ask directly.
"I knew the minute I met her," Puck replied quickly, his eyes were on Quinn, a half-smile on his lips. Puck's eyes took on a far-away look. "The moment I saw her I knew she was the girl for me, but I also knew I would never be good enough for her, so I went out of my way to get her to notice me by dating every one of her friends and cheer team mates," he explained.
"I noticed him, alright," Quinn put in, "he had the most ridiculous haircut, he was noticeable everywhere he went," she added and then scrubbed her hand across the top of Puck's, thankfully, full head of hair. "I wouldn't have dared to admit that he made my heart jump," she told Beth, "he was such a bad boy that my dad would have had a heart attack if I'd have just taken him home," she exclaimed.
"So instead, she dated my best friend when she should have been with me," Puck sighed, "and in the process, we ended up hurting so many people, Rachel included," he admitted, "and we still couldn't stay away from each other," he ended and reached for Quinn's hand. Puck brought the back of Quinn's hand to his lips. "Love will always find a way," he murmured and looked her in the eye.
Silence reigned for endless seconds, Beth could feel the love between them and she knew, she had no doubts, that she had been born of love. "So, when am I going to get a brother or a sister?" she asked in a husky voice – she had been slightly unprepared for the emotions she felt at that question.
"We're trying," Puck announced with a snort of laughter. They had been reluctant to let anyone know that they were going all out to produce their next perfect thing – and thankfully so, neither of them would appreciate the endless tips, advice, or sympathy because it hadn't happened yet!
"Cool," Beth responded firmly, "because I'm not getting any younger, you know?" she stated with humor. "Will it be weird if it knows I'm it's big sister?"
"I'd like to think you're going to be involved from day one," Quinn told Beth with deepest sincerity. Quinn had kind of dreaded the moment when they had to tell Beth that even though they didn't keep her, they were keeping the next model, this at least had made it easier on all of them.
"Me, too," Beth managed to say through the tears that had begun to fall. She knew she would have to admit to some feelings of jealousy, that her sibling or siblings were going to be welcomed and feted as the legitimate offspring of her birth parents while she had not. "But you've had an amazing life so far," she reminded herself even while hugging Quinn tightly and being hugged equally tightly in return, "and Quinn was right, if they'd have kept me all those years ago, they would neither of them be in the position they're in right now, all of our lives would have been so, so different…"
Quinn arrived home and pressed the clicker to raise the garage door. She breathed a sigh of relief as Puck's truck came into view, she was thankful he was home already, she felt so emotional, so vulnerable, and just so blah! Her journey from the garage to the kitchen was hampered by her briefcase, by her jacket – that she hadn't put on but was carrying – by her shoes - her heels felt too high, for some reason - and simply by the fact that she felt that every single brain cell that controlled her balance and co-ordination seemed to have taken the night off!
"Hey," Puck said over his shoulder when he heard the door opening – he was distracted slightly as he was coating the salmon with his mom's special marinade. "How was your day?" he asked and leaned slightly so that she could kiss his cheek while he worked on.
"Shitty," Quinn grumbled. "My client was found guilty, he'll get sentenced next month but I know he's a flight risk so I kind of messaged the prosecutor to get them to ask for him to be tagged and I feel like a traitor so, yeah, crappy," she pouted and popped her briefcase on the high stool at the breakfast bar.
"And was he guilty?" Puck asked, he was amused by her annoyance.
"God, yes," Quinn admitted, "as sin," she added and reached for the bottle of wine that Puck had opened to use in his marinade.
"Uh, uh, uh," Puck muttered and took it away from her. "No alcohol for the next two weeks, except in cooking," he reminded her. "We agreed after our last appointment, right?" Quinn frowned and sighed, yes, they did, they agreed that neither of them would drink any alcohol for at least a month to see if that made any difference to their chances of conception. None of the tests so far had flagged up any physical problems, which was slightly scary because if there was no physical reason why they weren't getting pregnant, it must be psychological and that freaked the life out of Quinn!
"Fine," Quinn muttered and picked up her briefcase with a huge, put upon sigh. "How long till dinner?" she asked.
"About thirty minutes," Puck replied and dipped to kiss her pouting lips. "Go take a shower, it'll be done by the time you come back down," he suggested and then watched her walk away, watched the gentle sway of her hips, watched her shapely calves, her hair, her back – and felt the flood of excitement strike his dick. "I don't know if it's pheromones, if it's a visual thing, but fuck, she just turns me on harder and harder each day," he murmured to himself once she had left the kitchen. Puck turned back to his cooking, he had plans for later and he couldn't wait to start on them.
Roger watched with barely an audible breath. This was his favorite part, his favorite position, he loved it when they did it that way. "Oh, God," he sighed as Quinn leaned back slightly, to kiss Puck's chin.
Quinn sat further upright, her hands behind her on Puck's abs helped her to keep in position, she had to rock, she couldn't not rock, his dick inside her was just amazing! Puck could barely breathe, he couldn't hold a coherent thought in his head, he was all about the sensation, about the moment, and the moment was almost nigh. "I'm coming," he squeezed out, his face contorted by a combination of pleasure and pain.
"Yes," Quinn cried and rocked faster. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she shouted as their orgasms synchronized. "Oh, God," she moaned as she slumped back, draped over the length of Puck, she felt boneless, there was no way she could move right at that second. "Fuck it," she murmured and kissed Puck's neck, they were both still breathing very rapidly. "Pervy McPervypants is in the bushes," she commented – but made no move to cover herself.
Puck squinted slightly to try to make out the figure through the camouflage of the leafy hydrangea, his hands still covered Quinn's boobs and he gave them another gentle squeeze. "I really think it's about time we started closing the blinds," he responded but there was no urgency in his voice.
"Maybe we should go with that instant frosted glass in the doors," Quinn suggested and moved ever so slightly, though she still didn't cover herself, she was far too comfortable laid back over Puck, his dick was still firmly embedded inside her, his sperm was exactly where it should be and she was reluctant to do anything to make it run away from there.
"You mean the doors where you flip a switch and it goes from clear to frosted?" Puck asked, he couldn't help but continue to massage her boobs as he spoke.
"Mhm," Quinn sighed and nodded, she had begun to rock again on his lap, just tiny movements, but enough for them both to feel the flames of arousal reignite and explode into an inferno…
"So, how are you both?" Dr Morgan asked as Puck and Quinn took the seats in front of her desk. The doctor smiled at them both.
"We're both good," Quinn replied with a hint of uncertainty but for the two of them. Puck nodded his agreement.
"Good," Dr Morgan declared firmly. "Now, your routine test has shown up a little something, Quinn," she added and turned a piece of paper around so that they could read it.
Puck and Quinn leaned in closer to the desk. For a moment or two, they just held position, hunched over, looking at the paper. Slowly, Quinn looked up at the doctor. "Really?" she asked tremulously. Dr Morgan nodded and smiled. "Seriously?" she asked, she had to be sure, again Dr Morgan nodded, her smile grew bigger. "We're pregnant?" she asked huskily.
"Congratulations," Dr Morgan replied and gave her patients the news that she loved to deliver. "And from the information gathered from your previous test, along with the results of this one, I can confirm that you are, right now, at six weeks and three days gestation," she announced.
Puck hauled Quinn into his arms. "See," he murmured into her hair, "I knew we could do it," he reminded her of his long-held belief. Quinn cried, she couldn't speak she was so full of emotion, but she was happy, so, so happy.
"We'll do a scan in the next couple of weeks," Dr Morgan informed the happy pair, "we have to make sure we know how many we're dealing with, it's possible that this may be a multiple conception due to the follicle stimulation, but no matter, we'll deal with it as it comes, right?"
"Right," Puck answered for them both, Quinn was still too overcome. "Any advice right now?" he asked.
"Nope," Dr Morgan replied, "just go about your lives as you would any time, Quinn, you'll have to take a little more care to reduce the stress, but you know that already, everything you've been doing to get to this stage, just keep doing it," she advised, "and I'll see you in two weeks for that scan."
"I think we should wait, tell them after the scan," Puck said on the drive home, he'd thought about it deeply since the news had hit them.
"I agree," Quinn replied and looked down at her stomach, her hands covered it protectively. "See what's in here in a couple of weeks and then tell the world," she murmured. Tears pricked Quinn's eyes again. "I can't believe how emotional I feel," she told Puck and looked over at him.
"Probably why you cried at that Mattressland commercial last night," Puck teased. "Jeez, do you remember when we did that?" he asked with a self-mocking snort of laughter.
"Yes," Quinn giggled. "I remember we were the last to leave," she added as memories poured in.
"Remember what we did on that stack of mattresses in the warehouse?" Puck asked and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Don't," Quinn groaned. She blushed as she remembered the sequence of events.
As the crew and the rest of the glee club made their way out to the parking lot, Puck tugged Quinn's hand and drew her into a darkened aisle in the huge, mattress-filled warehouse. "Shh," he instructed, his finger against his lips. Both Puck and Quinn stayed quiet until all footsteps and voices disappeared. "I had to tell you, you look beautiful," he whispered to Quinn and pressed a little closer to her, felt the hard, round lump of her stomach press into him.
"In pajamas?" Quinn asked incredulously.
"In anything," Puck insisted, "or in nothing," he added hopefully. "Can I see?" he asked and touched his hand to the little gap between the bottom of her top and the top of her bottoms. Quinn gulped and nodded. "Cool," Puck replied and swallowed hard, he hadn't realized he felt so nervous. With careful, slightly unsteady hands, Puck peeled her pants down until they rested under her baby bump. Quinn lifted her top so that Puck could see what their little girl was doing to her body. "Amazing," he sighed and stroked his hand across. A thought crossed Puck's mind and made him scowl. "Does he touch you like this?" he asked gruffly.
"He doesn't touch me at all," Quinn responded quickly. She leaned in to Puck's touch, she'd had no idea how much she needed to be touched until just that second. "Please," she whispered pleadingly.
Puck's eyes locked with Quinn's, his hand was her puppet, hers to move and place where she wanted. Puck gulped when Quinn pressed his hand lower. "Are you sure?" he asked huskily, Quinn nodded without hesitation. Puck needed no further encouragement, in super-quick time he had Quinn flat on her back on a pile of mattresses and he was right there with her…
After one mouthful, Quinn gulped and ran from the kitchen – her usual breakfast of oatmeal and cinnamon was obviously a no, no this morning. "I don't remember puking this much before," she grumbled huskily when she came back.
Puck patted Quinn's shoulder sympathetically but said nothing, in the last two weeks he had quickly come to realize that every time he tried to rationalize any of the symptoms for her, she pounced on his ass and yelled at him for being a stupid man who couldn't possibly have any idea of how it felt for her to feel like a stranger in her own body.
"Will you be able to make the appointment this afternoon before you have to head back to base?" Quinn asked and sipped at her very weak, lemon flavored tea.
"Yes," Puck confirmed, "I spoke to my CO, let him know I would be there as soon as possible but that this appointment was really important for both of us," he explained. "He gets it," he added, "his wife had triplets last year, remember?"
"I remember," Quinn sighed with a slight touch of envy, she thought for a second and felt a wonderful sense of peace descend on her. "Three babies all at the same time," she mused. "Our family would be complete in one fell swoop," she pointed out practically.
"And I would be grey within a year," Puck teased and pointed at his dark hair. "Are you going to the office this morning or are you going to work from home till it's time to go to Dr Morgan's?" he asked – Quinn hadn't made her mind up about that when he'd asked her the same question the day before.
"I think I'll just take the morning off," Quinn replied and settled herself more comfortably in the breakfast nook.
Puck rinsed his dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "Would you like anything else to eat?" he asked as he tossed Quinn's abandoned breakfast out and dealt with her dishes too.
"No, thanks," Quinn sighed and sipped her tea again. "I really don't think that eating is my favorite pastime right now," she added and then smiled tremulously. "But it's for a really good reason, so I don't mind at all," she admitted and then started to cry daintily.
"Aww, babe," Puck murmured and cuddled up to Quinn to give her comfort. "I wish I could make you feel better," he said quietly into her hair. Quinn didn't reply in words but she did make a noise that kind of sounded like she approved of his sentiment. The two of them relaxed for a while in companionable silence and just let life stroll by.
Quinn trembled as she lay back and waited for the greatest show on earth to begin. "How are you doing?" Puck whispered just before he lifted their clasped hands to his lips.
"I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate until I pass out," Quinn whispered back – she was so damn nervous! "What if the test was wrong and I'm not pregnant," she hissed. "Oh, thank God we didn't tell anyone," she muttered to herself, her agitation was obvious.
"I don't think they make those kind of mistakes," Puck reassured Quinn and brought her back to reality.
"But they might," Quinn countered – it was like she was trying to get her disappointment built up already, just in case.
"They won't," Puck assured. "They better freakin' not, anyway," he added silently.
"Ok, are we ready?" Dr Morgan asked as she breezed into the darkened room with the technician who would actually conduct the ultrasound scan.
"As we'll ever be," Puck answered – nerves and excitement had just kicked in, this was real, this was going to be happening!
"Alrighty, then," Gerald – the technician – muttered and began his work. "Sorry," he apologized as Quinn sucked in her breath when the cool gel hit her bare stomach. "I should have warned you it was cold," he added.
"It's fine," Quinn replied.
"Good, good," Dr Morgan muttered, engrossed in the images on the screen. "Nice full bladder," she praised and smiled over her shoulder at Quinn. "Ok, let's see what we're dealing with here," she murmured and leaned over Gerald to get a closer look at the screen.
Puck and Quinn were on pins, the waiting seemed endless as Dr Morgan and Gerald muttered together, clicked and pressed buttons, took measurements and everything else they had to do before the magic words were spoken.
"Are you ready for this?" Dr Morgan asked with a huge grin on her face. Puck and Quinn both nodded breathlessly. Puck brought Quinn's hand to his lips again. "Ok, Mr and Mrs Puckerman," she said formally as she began to turn the monitor to face them, "I'd like you to meet your babies," she finished triumphantly.
"Babies?" Quinn asked breathlessly – she had to be sure she wasn't imagining things.
"That's right, babies," Dr Morgan replied. "Two of them," she added and pointed out two peanut shaped smudges on the screen. "Twins," she explained though she noted that Puck didn't look capable of speech, he just looked shellshocked!
"Are they, are they, are they," Puck stuttered, he wasn't actually sure what he wanted to ask but he knew he had to ask something.
"They're fraternal," Dr Morgan answered what she suspected Puck's question – if he could ever actually get it out – would be, it was the most common question when twins or multiples were discovered. "You can see here," she explained and zoomed in on and area of the grey smudginess, "there," she said and touched the screen with her finger to indicate what she meant – it actually meant nothing to Puck and Quinn, they were just looking at smudges!
"I have no clue what I'm looking at," Quinn admitted quietly, "but they're my babies?" she asked weepily.
"Yes, they are," Dr Morgan answered with an indulgent smile – she loved this part almost as much as she loved the deliveries. "Congratulations," she added and gave them both another huge smile.
"Twins," Puck whispered and gulped back the nausea. Puck wondered if that was how Quinn spent most of the day feeling, she grumbled and grumbled about feeling sick and yacky almost all of the time.
"Twins," Quinn sighed happily and began to picture a future filled with dolls houses and skateboards.
"Can you tell what they are?" Puck asked.
"Not yet," Dr Morgan replied and turned back to the measurements on the screen. "Dates are exactly right, everything seems in good order, we'll be able to see more at your next visit," she assured. "Do you want pictures of this?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Quinn answered quickly. In her mind, Quinn began to plan the big reveal, plan how they were going to make their announcement to their families and to Beth. "I think we should throw a party," she mused to Puck as they waited for the prints to be done.
"Like a we're pregnant party?" Puck asked a touch skeptically – he wasn't so sure it was the best idea, especially for Beth to find out in that way.
"Yes, but I think I'd like Beth to be the one to make the announcement and hand out the prints," Quinn explained. That sounded a bit better to Puck, he kind of liked that idea too.
"Thank you all for coming this evening," Beth began formally once the whole of the Fabray/Puckerman clan were settled into Puck and Quinn's beautiful lounge. "It is my absolute honor to share with you all the reason for this gathering," she said and then began to walk around the group, handing out sealed envelopes to every person. "Please don't open them until everyone has one," she hurriedly instructed. Beth winked at Quinn when she handed one of the envelopes to her, and to Puck. "Now, does everyone have an envelope?" she asked.
"Yes," the combined group replied in unison – they were all slightly puzzled as to what the contents might be.
"So, now you can open them," Beth instructed and then held her breath in anticipation of the excitement that was sure to erupt.
"Oh my God," Ruth whispered and looked at Beth in just a touch of dismay. "You're pregnant?" she choked out.