Chapter Three:
Quinn got to her feet and followed the nurse to her room. "Hi Mrs Evans, take a seat. We have the results of your test back."
"And?" Quinn interrupted hopefully.
"I'm very sorry, but you're not pregnant." The nurse calmly told her.
"What? You're 100% certain? I feel the same way I did with Larry."
"I'm very sorry. We did however notice something about your test, so I've consulted Doctor Reid and she's recommended referring you to a specialist."
"Is it serious?" Quinn asked.
"We don't know until you've been to the specialist I'm afraid. It'd be best to make an appointment with the specialist at your earliest convenience."
"I will. Can I ask you an honest question?"
"Of course."
"Should my husband and I be worried?"
"I'm afraid at this stage, I honestly don't know. Can I give you some advice though?"
"Yeah of course."
"Stop trying to get pregnant for now. It'll affect any tests you may get when you visit the specialist. He'll be able to give you advice in conceiving when he's checked that everything is ok."
"You keep saying 'ok', I just want to know do I have anything to be worried about?"
"I understand your concern Mrs Evans, but I really don't know anything else. Make an appointment with Doctor Connelly as soon as possible and then once you get the all clear you can think about trying again."
"Thank you nurse." Quinn said rising from her seat.
"Goodbye." The nurse said as Quinn closed the door. She slowly walked to the car and got inside. Quinn felt her world crashing down; what if she and Sam couldn't have another baby? What would they do?
She picked up the groceries but really didn't pay much attention to what she was buying. She was too concerned with getting home and speaking to Sam. She drove home with questions just circling around her brain. She needed Sam to support her more than ever. He was the pillar of strength she needed to get through this. She pulled into her driveway and slowly walked to the front door. She looked at their house and the life they had built together. Photos of Larry adorned their hallway; further pieces of their family jigsaw. Quinn felt like they needed another child to complete their family. She walked upstairs to their bedroom enjoying the silence of their home, collating her thoughts before Sam and Larry got home from soccer practice.
Quinn went and sat outside on the balcony and the memories came flooding back. Their first 'I love you', the marriage proposal, nights spent watching the stars and mornings spent watching the sun rise. She heard a car pulling into the driveway, they were home. "Quinn! Are you home?" she heard Sam shout. She made her way downstairs. "There you are." Sam said smiling as he saw her.
"Hi" she replied, kissing him.
"Hi Larry, how was school?" She said hugging her son.
"It was ok, we've started studying dinosaurs in history!"
"Wow!" Quinn replied.
"Hey sport, why don't you go upstairs and play before dinner?" Sam said. Larry shot upstairs like a bullet. Too much energy Quinn thought. "So how did it go today? Are you in tip top shape?" He asked. "I think we need to call Kurt and see if Larry can go over because we've got a lot to talk about." She finally said.
"Is everything ok?" Quinn shook her head and simply said "I'll call Kurt."
"Hi Kurt."
"Quinn?"
"Yeah, look sorry to bother you, but I need a massive favour."
"Go on..."
"Can you pick Larry up and take him to yours? Sam and I need a night to discuss some things that happened today."
"Is everything alright, Quinn?"
"I don't know Kurt, I really don't."
"Well, I'll come over for Larry, he can stay and I'll take him to school in the morning if you want."
"Kurt, you're a star! Thank you so much! I'll pack his things now."
"I'll be over in ten minutes."
"Thank you! Bye." She said hanging up the phone.
She went upstairs and into Larry's room. "Hey champ, Uncle Kurt's coming over for you and you're gonna stay there tonight." Quinn told him.
"But it's a school night. I never stay out on a school night."
"Well Mum and Dad need some alone time tonight."
"Why?"
"We've just got things we need to talk about."
"Well, will Uncle Blaine be there?"
"I don't know honey. He's pretty busy in New York at the minute."
"Oh ok."
"Come on son, let's pack your bag."
The doorbell ran. "I'll get it!" Sam shouted upstairs.
"Uncle Kurt!" Larry shouted and ran downstairs. Quinn walked downstairs and hugged Kurt.
"Thank you so much for this Kurt." Quinn said.
"What sort of a godfather would I be if I didn't spring into action when needed?"
"We appreciate it." Sam said.
"Right Larry, let's go!"
"Bye Mum. Bye Dad." Larry said waving as he and Kurt made their way to the car.
"Bye Larry." They both replied as they waved at them. They stood and watched the car drive into the distance.
"Quinn, what happened today?" Sam asked as they made their way to the lounge.
"Well, I was at work and I felt this wave of sickness come over me, so I dashed to the bathroom and you know, vomited. I looked up in the mirror and I was sheet white. I hadn't taken a test in a couple of weeks, so I wasn't sure whether to think anything of it or not.
I decided to get a pregnancy test done whilst I was at the hospital. I just wanted to know. I felt exactly the way I did when I was pregnant with Larry. So I took the test and had my check up while we waited for the results. My health is fine, my check up was great. I had to go back to the waiting room and wait for the nurse to tell me the pregnancy results. I got your text and felt great. I honestly believed we'd be celebrating tonight, but..." She told him.
"But?" Sam uttered waiting for Quinn to continue. He put his arm around her and held her close. "Quinn?"
"The nurse came and took me into her room and told me that I wasn't pregnant. She told me that they'd found something interesting with my results. They're referring me to a specialist for more tests."
"What? Why?" Sam interrupted.
"They want to be thorough. I'm phoning tomorrow for an appointment. I asked her if we should be worried and she didn't know. She did advise us to stop trying for now, she said it might affect any tests that they want to run. Once we know we're ok, we can start trying again." She finished.
"Oh Quinn. I don't know what to say." Sam said. They lay in each others arms in total silence.
They ate dinner later that night in almost silence. "Sam, I'm so sorry." Quinn finally said, breaking down in tears. Sam quickly put down his knife and fork, pushed out his chair and went over to his wife. He took her in his arms and held her tightly. "This is not your fault baby. We're in this together. Until we find out the results let's not think about it. Let's focus on each other and on Larry. If he's our only child then we're lucky, if we get another child then we're extra lucky. We have each other to lean on through everything."
"Sam, you really are amazing. I want us to have another child. Larry deserves a brother or sister, and we deserve another child."
"I want us to have another one too, more than you'll ever know. We just need not to worry and then once everything's all clear we can try again. It'll happen for us, and regardless you know I'll always love you, whether we have one child or a hundred children."
"I love you, too." She told him.