Chapter Twelve:

"Morning" he mumbled as he turned to face her. "How'd you sleep?"

"Not well, I don't think I've had more than an hour. I just kept thinking about her. She's pregnant, Sam. She's only a couple of years older than I was when I had her."

"We have to tell Larry. He's going to wonder where Beth has come from and who she is."

"We'll tell him together, later. Right now let's just enjoy the silence." Quinn whispered.

What felt like hours was really only a matter of minutes. Their door creaked open and Larry dived on their bed. "Morning Larry" they both laughed. Quinn looked over at the alarm clock, it was seven am. She was quite impressed that Larry had slept for almost twelve hours. She thought that could even be some kind of record. "Shall we go out for breakfast, Larry?" Sam asked.

"Oooh! Yes!"

"We'll continue our celebrations all day if you want."

"Really?" Larry exclaimed.

"I don't see why not, what do you think Mum?" Sam said turning to Quinn.

"Hmmmm..." She said pretending to think.

"Please!" Larry begged.

"Please!" Sam said joining Larry in begging.

"Oh...go on then!" Quinn said laughing at the two of them.

An hour later they were in the car on the road to Breadstix for the breakfast special. Quinn looked around at Larry who was grinning from ear to ear. He loved treat days. The news that Quinn and Sam had for him, he deserved a treat day. "What else can we do today Mum?" Larry asked as he watched out of the car window. "Well what do you want to do?" Quinn replied, "It's your day." She put extra emphasis on the your so he knew it was his final decision. "Can we go swimming?" He asked.

"Sure we can."

"Cool!"

"If you're extra good, Dad and I might buy you a special gift." She told him. She knew he'd be well behaved but she made him have a reason to behave regardless. Sam had picked out the perfect present for Larry. They both knew he'd love it. "I'll be on my best behaviour." He said. He looked out of the window silently for the remainder of their short journey.

As they made their way into Breadstix, Sam pulled Quinn into his side and wrapped an arm around her. He lent in and whispered "I hope I get a present too..." She let out a small shriek. She playfully tapped his arm before she whispered back "Maybe you'll have to be on your best behaviour too." He lent in and kissed her gently. "That's a good start" she said laughing. Larry had run ahead eager to get inside, "Come on you two! We've got a busy day!" He shouted at his parents who both burst out laughing. They ran over to join him knowing that today would at least be a good day.

The conversation flowed pleasantly over breakfast. Larry was finally calming down from his post victory high. Quinn was unsure if he had enough energy to be hyper all through treat day. She wanted him to be happy and fully enjoy his day. She didn't know how he'd react to the news that he had an older sister who appeared from nowhere. She owed him an explanation. They'd kept it a secret from him his whole life and if Quinn was honest she didn't know if they'd have ever told him had the situation not arisen.

"Can I have a clue what my present could be?" Larry asked as he finished his pancakes. Sam smiled at Quinn who nodded. "Well it's something that I'll teach you to use." He told him.

"What else?" Larry asked desperate for more information.

"Nope, nothing else." Quinn laughed. Larry's head dropped as he prepared to give Quinn the puppy dog eyes he had so skilfully mastered. Quinn had expected him to do this so she too dropped her head. Sam nudged her when Larry had lifted his head with the eyes firmly in place. She threw her head up with her eyes tightly closed avoiding his gaze. She heard Larry laugh and she opened her eyes to see Larry laughing at her. "You're so silly Mum." He chuckled.

Quinn sat at the edge of the pool watching Sam and Larry soak up the happiness and laughter of an afternoon away from everything. She was envious of Larry's blissful ignorance. Quinn thought her life was as close to perfect as it could be. She'd married her high school sweetheart, had a gorgeous son and lived in her dream home. Her perfect little world lately seemed to be crashing around her. She couldn't conceive and now the baby she gave up eighteen years ago had turned up on her doorstep pregnant. Quinn so desperately tried to form the words that she wanted to say to Larry in her head. Everything sounded so complicated. She wanted to make it simple for him. It wasn't simple, that was the problem. Nothing was ever simple where Quinn Fabray was concerned.

"Quinn, are you actually coming in?" Sam said as he swam over to her, breaking her out of her trance. "You know I can't swim well."

"Well borrow Larry's armbands, I'll keep him afloat."

"I am not wearing a seven year old boy's armbands." She laughed, "Maybe you could keep me afloat though." She continued with a cheeky wink.

"That can be arranged" he said grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into the water.

The rest of treat day flew by. The Evans' went around to Kurt and Blaine's in the afternoon. "I'm really going to miss you, Uncle Blaine." Larry said as he sat on Blaine's lap.

"I know buddy. I'm going to miss you too." They hugged each other tightly and as they broke apart Sam entered the lounge with Larry's surprise behind his back. "You won't have time to miss him when you open this." Sam said, signalling to the present behind his back.

"Am I that easily replaced?" Blaine said, pretending to be upset. He stuck out his bottom lip for emphasis. "I'd never replace you Uncle Blaine." Larry said hugging his uncle even tighter. "Daddy, don't be mean!" He told Sam. Quinn crept up behind Sam and whispered in his ear, "Yeah don't be mean or you don't get your surprise." Sam immediately laughed and they moved to the couch.

"Right Larry, are you ready for your surprise?" Quinn asked.

"YES!" Larry exclaimed.

"Quinn Fabray! Wait until I get back in there before you give him that present!" Kurt shouted from the kitchen. "Get your butt in here then!" Quinn yelled back. She looked at her son whose eyes were lit up like the sun, excitement was practically written across his face. Quinn heard the patter of footsteps coming through the hall. "Kurt, hurry up!" Blaine called, clearly as eager as Quinn and Sam to see Larry's face when he opened the gift. They heard drawers being slammed shut. "Kurt, what on earth are you doing?" Blaine asked.

"I can't find the camera! Blaine! Where's the camera?" He shouted.

"How should I know?"

"You had it last night... remember? You needed it to err... never mind!" Kurt suddenly stopped talking, realising what he was about to shout through and remembering his seven year old godson was in the room, plus his best friend and her husband. Blaine looked over at Sam and Quinn with a shy look and slowly shrugged his shoulders. "Yes! Found it!" They heard from the kitchen, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen across the room.

Kurt burst into the lounge and sat on the couch next to Larry and Blaine. Larry's eyes were fixated on his mother and father, more importantly what was behind their back. "Glad you could join us, Kurt." Quinn mocked. "Come on Mum, Dad, what's the surprise?" Larry asked, clearly getting bored of waiting. "Dad and I thought you'd like this..." She said, moving out of the way so Larry could see the shape of his surprise.

Larry darted off the couch and over to the present. Quinn took Sam's hand and guided him down next to her. "Go on then Larry, open it!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Kurt, do you have the camera ready?" Quinn asked.

"It's not working, it's all dark."

"Lens cap, sweetie." Blaine muttered, taking the cover off the lens. Laughter erupted around the room but was quickly silenced when Larry ripped off the wrapping paper. "WOW!" He screamed and dived on his parents. "Thank you so, so much!" He hugged and kissed them in appreciation. Kurt snapped the camera so much that both Quinn and Sam had white orbs in their eyes when he finally stopped.

Larry carefully opened the box and pulled out the guitar. Sam had restrung it for him before they'd wrapped it, so it was in tune ready for him. Larry gently put the stray over his neck as Sam knelt down beside him and showed him how to strum. Sam played the chords while Larry strummed. Quinn looked over at her husband and her little boy with so much love and affection. "Sam that guitar looks oddly familiar..." Kurt muttered.

"It should look incredibly familiar..."

"Why Dad?"

"This is the guitar that I had in high school. Mum and I sang our first duet together for our glee club with this guitar."

"You've got a little bit of Fabrevans history in your hands right now, little guy." Kurt told him. Larry looked confused at the name his uncle had used to describe his parents. "Well done Kurt, you've confused him now!" Quinn laughed. "When Daddy and I dated when we were younger, we had different surnames. My surname was 'Fabray', Uncle Kurt uses that when he's mad at me, like earlier, and Daddy had the same surname as you 'Evans'. Our friends like Uncle Kurt, combined them to make 'Fabrevans'... that's what Uncle Kurt means." Quinn explained.

"Uncle Kurt said it was history too. How Mum?"

"Dad told you, we played this guitar in glee club and sang a song together. It was the first song we ever sang together."

"Why have I never heard you sing Mum? Dad sings all the time. You don't."

"I don't sing anymore baby." Quinn sighed.

"It was all Mum could do to stop you kicking during the night when you were in her tummy though. So you've heard her sing." Sam said. Quinn remembered vividly the sleepless nights she endured before realising the baby stopped kicking when she sang. "I don't remember that." Larry said quietly.

"It was before you were born." Sam whispered softly.

"Can you sing now?" He asked, desperate to hear his Mum sing.

"I don't think so Larry." She muttered, knowing she was breaking her little boy's heart.

"Please Mum, it is treat day!" Larry begged.

"Come on Quinn, I haven't heard you sing in so long." Kurt said joining in the conversation.

"Is Mum a good singer, Uncle Kurt?"

"She's brilliant"

"That is true..." Blaine chimed in. Quinn looked around the room. All eyes were on her, especially Larry's puppy eyes which she'd so skilfully avoided earlier in the day. She sighed and mumbled, "Go on then... Just one song though!"

"Yay!" Larry squealed. He handed the guitar to his Dad and scrambled onto the sofa between his uncles.

Quinn held the neck of the guitar while Sam strummed just like they had when they were teenagers. Sam began to sing and Larry's eyes lit up. When Quinn joined in his jaw dropped. Her voice was beautiful and soft. Quinn remembered the lyrics like they were engrained in her memory. The lyrics had so much meaning to her now then they did back then. If possible even more. Quinn was lucky. Her son was perfect. Her husband was her lover, soul mate and best friend. Etched into the back of her mind was Beth, she knew that Larry would soon know about her. She held onto the memory of her perfect family a little longer. When the song finally finished Larry ran over and as Sam took off the guitar, leapt into his father's arms. Sam pulled Quinn in tighter and they shared a family embrace. "That was beautiful. Thanks for treat day." Larry whispered to them.

"You're welcome. Thanks for being perfect." Quinn whispered back.

Kurt and Blaine watched the Evans family embrace from the couch before Quinn's hand beckoned them to join the group hug. "It's official; I have the best family ever!" Larry mumbled causing his family to hug him that little bit tighter.

Sorry for the long time delay between updates. I've just moved into my new house with my friends and we're without internet. I'm going up to the University library as often as possible to use the Internet. So please be patient with me!

I hope you're enjoying this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. :)