A/N: Woot woot! New chapter! =D So... thanks for all the awesome and nice reviews you guys have sent! And to the anon who said I write like a 12-year-old... I'm 13. T.T Now, guys, you can send prompts for what you want to read because, frankly, I'm not an idea machine; I can't always think of what readers want. Merp. 'K... enjoy! Thanks!
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Isn't she lovely?
Life and love are the same.
Life is Aisha,
The meaning of her name.
Londie, it could
Have not been done
Without you who conceived the one.
That's so very lovely
Made from love.
- Isn't She Lovely, Stevie Wonders
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"Quinn! Quinn, push! Push, Quinn! It's OK, Quinn! Just PUSH! PUSH IT! Like that song glee club did!" Sam screamed and his green eyes bulged out of his head as he experienced watching his wife almost shoot out another one of his spawn.
"Sam! If you don't fuckin' SHUT UP right now, when this baby is out of my BUTT, I WILL TAKE YOU HOME, SNATCH A KNIFE, AND FUCKING. SLIT. YOUR. THROAT!"
Sam didn't shout again.
Instead, he sat by her side, Quinn's mother opposite him, and held her hand tightly and dearly.
"Quinn... it's OK. You've done this 3 times already. It's OK."
He took a strand of blonde hair that had fallen onto her scrunched up face and tucked it securely behind her little ear, now red from all the pain.
Then, he leaned in, just close enough for him to peck her cheek for a couple seconds. He smiled when he leaned back to see her face relaxed again.
"That's better, Sam. Thanks." She smiled for the first time in, what, 4 hours?
"You're welcome, sweetie. It's the least I can do. You've carried 3 of my children, and now you're giving birth to my four-"
Sam was cut off.
"SAM! PLEASE FUCKING SHUT UP! A KISS IS A KISS! THERE IS NO FUCKING NEED TO MAKE SUCH A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Now, Sam was legitimately scared. He pulled away from her face to give her some room for more breathing.
The doctor came in, and Sam quickly gave space for him to check on Quinn, although keeping a close eye on him, since the man was quite handsome... though Sam didn't admit it.
"Hey there, Quinn. I'm Doctor Berg. Right now, you're just experiencing the first couple stages of childbirth, and I'll be in here helping you in the last few stages..."
The man droned on and on about dilation, and her cervix, and Sam even heard something along the lines of "... sticking my hand up your dress and into your lady parts …". Or maybe that was just him.
There is NO way that handsome devil is laying his hands on MY lady!Sam thought.
"I'll be back later to check on your blood pressure, see how every thing's going, then leave and come back. It'll basically be like that until the baby is actually ready to be pushed out and born."
Doctor Berg smiled.
"Thanks, and also, do you guys have any water here? I'm sort of dying of thirst." Quinn asked.
"Absolutely. We have a kitchen in Room 415B. You can ask your husband if he can fetch it for you."
"Thanks, doc."
The doctor left, and without needing any directions at all, Sam turned back to Quinn and took her hand.
"Hot or cold?"
"Umm... hot. But get saltines! Or if they have a vending machine there, get Cool Ranch Doritos! Or nachos! Or Pop-Tarts! Or a mango milkshake! Yesssssss... a mango milkshake sounds DE-LIC-IOUS right now. And gravy! Gravy on top of the mango milkshake! Yup! Go, Sam! Go!"
Sam left Quinn with her mom in the room with the most disgusted face he ever put on.
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Sam headed into the kitchen, and as Quinn expected, there was a vending machine. But he turned over to the counter, pouring his wife a nice warm cup of tea with a lemon sliced slightly in the middle on the side of the mug.
Remembering that wasn't all his wife wanted, Sam tapped the man in front of him's shoulder.
"Excuse me, Doctor... Leone? Umm... by any chance would the hospital have any mango milkshakes here? As well as gravy?"
The man stared at Sam, open mouthed.
"Son... I know that psychology is hard to understand, but coming out of your safety cell won't solve anything. I'll help you back. What cell number are you? You're in the sixth floor, right?"
Sam stopped the doctor's hand from grabbing his before he could take him back to his "cell".
"Uhh... sir? I'm not a psycho patient. My wife, she's about to give birth now, and she said specifically that she wanted a mango milkshake with gravy on top."
The doctor nodded.
"I'm not a nutcase. No offense."
"OK... I see... Well, if that's what your wife really wants, then perhaps you should go to the corner store on the intersection of Jefferson and Singers. You can make your own dinner there."
"Awesome! How far away is it? I need to get back to Quinn soon."
"Ehh... depends on how you look at it..."
"Huh... what?"
"Well... Lima Memorial to that corner store... it's not, to say, to the bestroute there..."
The cup of green tea in Sam's hand was slowly getting colder, and the lemon getting drier.
"Sir... how far away is this corner store you're talking about?"
"Umm... it's in Toledo."
Sam sucked in his breath.
"Yeah... I was just sorta joking at first until I realized you were actually going to go there and make your wife a banana milkshake with gravy on top."
"Excuse me... it's a mangomilkshake with gravy on top..."
Doctor Leone gave him the eyebrow.
"Sorry, sir."
"It's OK, son. Say, what's the new kid like?"
"Oh, she's beautiful. We've seen her so many times on the monitor. She's always breathing and kicking... it's exhilarating. Me and my wife love her so much already."
"That's terrific, boy."
"Yeah... which reminds me... I should probably be getting back to her now."
"OK, tell her I wish the best for you guy's family."
"Totally."
"See you around, son."
"Bye, Doctor Leone."
Before heading back to the Scream Chamber, Sam scooted over to the vending machine where he slipped in 4 quarters for one pack of Pop-Tarts, then another 4 quarters for the bag of Cool Ranch Doritos for him and his lovely, lovely wife to share.
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Sam knocked the door quietly before entering, carrying the food that the two, or rather three of them would share.
"Samuel... what is the point of you knocking before coming in if you don't even give me a chance to answer?"
Quinn sighed in exasperation.
"Sorry babe... I got the food..."
He put the Cool Ranch Doritos and Pop-Tarts on the table and handed Quinn the cup of now cold tea into her warm hands.
"Didn't I ask for...?"
Sam put his index finger on her lips before she could say anything else.
"Shush shush shush shush... you're lucky I didn't drive all the way to Toledo and miss the birth of our child."
"Wha...?"
"Shush shush shush shush..."
He pushed the cup to her mouth, some tea spilling onto her clothes.
"Just drink it, sweetie..."
She started to put her finger up before Sam stopped her yet again.
"Shush shush shush shush... just drink it, sweetie... just drink it..."
He didn't pull the cup away until every last drop of the tea was in Quinn's throat, on their way to her stomach.
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"So, Quinnybear... that's why I think we should have a bunny! I mean, dogs are cool- Rocky is so awesome- but I think a bunny would do justice in our household. Don't you think so?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she just started breathing heavily... very heavily.
"Sam... Sam... Sam... Sam..."
She grasped his hand hard.
"Uhh... what's wrong, Quinn?"
"Sam... call Doctor Berg..."
"Quinnybear... I'm married to you... I'm not gonna call the man and ask him out on a date to Breadstix. A: That's stupid and 2: I'm not gay. You should know that, honey." Sam winked.
"Sam, I didn't mean ask the fucking man to go out on a date! I meant get the man because I'm having a child!"
"Oh! OH! Getting right to it, sweetie!"
Sam walked over the chair where Judy, Quinn's mother, was peacefully resting.
"Judy, wake up! Quinn's ready!"
She immediately woke up and rubbed her eyes hurriedly.
"Oh my! It's time! Call Doctor Berg! Call him now! Or call a nurse! Yes! A nurse! Now, Samuel! Oh, my daughters having me another grandchild!"
Judy wiped away tears from her eyes, grabbing a tissue on the table and blowing some snot into it.
"Say, Quinny, could you look in this tissue? Tell me what color it is? Last time I went to a doctor's appointment, she told me to check every time I blew my nose; check what color it was. Doctor Shelley said that the color of it is extremely importan-"
"Mom!" Quinn's face scrunched again. "I don't want to hear about that; that's nasty! And could you please hurry Sam up! I'm having a baby!"
"Of course! Samuel, have you-"
Sam came in with a nurse, who looked like she was with a patient before, but yanked away by Sam.
"Here! Here! Nurse, my beautiful wife is giving birth to my next child. I've been through this 2 times already, but I forget every time! Do you know where Doctor Berg is?"
"I'm paging him right now," she answered.
"Quinn, sweetie... it's OK. I'm right here. So's your mom. Don't worry... we're here. Hell, I'm calling the boys right now. Don't worry one bit."
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"I'm here! I'm here! Ms. Evans, how are you feeling?" asked Doctor Berg.
Just then, Quinn and Sam's sons rushed through the door.
"Mom," Wes asked, "How are you? Where's the baby?"
"Dude, she hasn't had it yet. Even I know that," huffed Cole.
"Boys... stop fighting..." Quinn sighed.
"Sorry, Mom. How are you? Is it hurting?" Isaiah kneeled down to his mother's level on the bed and took her hand in his.
"I'm OK, sweetie... thank you for asking." She pecked his forehead and caressed his mop of dirty blonde hair.
"Love you, Mom..."
"Love you boys too... You know that it's a girl, this time... an oddball in the gumdrop machine now..."
"What...?"
Sam knew it was time. She always said strange things when she was about to give birth, although it was only with his babies... she stated that that never happened when she was giving birth to Beth.
"OK guys... time to go out with Uncle Finn..." Sam started to push all 3 of them to the door, opening it himself.
"Uncle Finn's here!" exclaimed Cole.
"Awesome!" added Wes.
Just then, Finn and Puck walked into the room, holding a bunch of girl magazines.
"Hey guys... umm... the nurse said we couldn't bring Puck's guitar and my drum set, so I just sorta stole that pile of magazines on our coffee table... I hope Rachel won't mind..." Finn awkwardly explained.
"Mmmhmm..." Wes shook his head in the process of thinking that through.
"Uhh, kids, time to go out. Don't wanna keep your momma from having your lil' sis, now would ya?" Puck smiled at Quinn.
"Yeah... listen to Uncle Puck... Go outside, boys... I'll see you later... so will your little sister."
"'K... bye guys!"
The door shut behind the boys and Doctor Berg stepped up.
"OK, Quinn... what you can basically do now to help you get through this is to just breathe."
At that exact moment... Quinn lost it.
"Doc, don't you think I know that? I'm not STUPID! God! Can you GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME! It's been in my body for 9 FUCKING MONTHS! GET. IT. OUT!"
Both Sam, Judy, and Doctor Berg were scared now. Especially Doctor Berg... he was gonna have to put him hands up this scary lady.
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Finn, Puck, Wes, Isaiah, and Cole were leaning up against the door, ears glued to the side. Heck, they even brought chairs with them, all in a nice row of 5. Finn was munching on a bag of Doritos, and Puck was gnawing on some beef jerky he found in his car. He didn't question it's age, however.
"Uncle Finn... is Mom alright?" asked Cole. He and Isaiah had never experienced seeing, or rather hearing live birth before, though Wes had when the twins were born.
"Uhh... yeah... your mom just has... a... temper... is that how you would put it, Puck?"
"Yeah, yeah... a temper..." Puck responded.
"Uncle Finn... how come Aunt Rachel's not here?" Isaiah asked.
"Oh, Rachel has a show tonight, and she couldn't come."
"How come you didn't go?"
"Well... I've known your mom since kindergarten, and I wanted to be here for her since your aunt couldn't."
Rachel and Quinn had finally made amends right before the graduation of their senior year. Then later on, since Quinn and Sam went to NYU and Rachel went to NYADA, they were both able to keep in touch, and later turned out to be the best of friends, more of a friend then either of them had ever had.
"Oh..."
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"Quinn! Breathe Quinn, OK? OK? Breathe!" Sam assured her.
"SAM! PLEASE FUCKING SHUT UP! I CAN HANDLE THIS!" Quinn screeched.
"Ms. Evans, please calm down. This would make the work so much easier to do!" whimpered Doctor Berg.
"DON'T TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN! HAVE YOU EVER HAD A BABY! NO! SO DON'T. TELL. ME. WHAT. TO. DO!"
"OK, sweetheart. Just breathe, and it will be alright." Judy stroked her daughter's hand and clenched it.
"Uhh... uhh... uhh..." Quinn's breathing began to grow rapidly.
"Sam and Judy... she's ready to push," said Doctor Berg. All of them except Quinn broke out into huge smiles.
"Quinny! It's time! Push! Push! Push it! Oh yeah!" Sam guffawed, due to his extremelyhigh state of happiness.
"Uhh... uhh... ! AHHHHHHHHH! OH. MY. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"
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There was a soft knock at the door. Finn's head slowly poked in.
"Can we come in now?"
Quinn smiled. She whispered softly, "Yeah..."
The boys tiptoed silently to the bed where Quinn was holding the new baby and sat down in the circle of chairs set up for them around Quinn.
"Mom... she's really cute..." Isaiah murmured.
"Yeah... she really is, isn't she...?"
"She doesn't have Dad's mouth like me and Cole."
The little crowd chuckled quietly.
Sam picked his tired arm up from Quinn's strong grip and softly stroked his newborn daughter's tiny and light blonde hairs.
"She's so adorable, Sam..."
"I know, sweetie... she looks just like you... perfect..." he responded.
The little girl who was asleep in Quinn's arms slowly started nodding, until her tiny hazel eyes popped open and saw her loving family around her in a circle.
"Quinn... she looks just like you..." Puck said.
"Yeah..."
To their surprise, the baby didn't even start crying; heck, she didn't even have tears in her eyes.
"Sam!" she softly exclaimed, "What should we name her?"
"Where's that list I had?" Sam dug his right hand into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a sheet of crumpled notebook paper filled entirely with girl names.
"How about... Leah?"
"Naw... it's too... unadventurous... I can tell this one's gonna be strong," Quinn replied, staring into her new baby's eyes.
"What about Natalie?"
Puck and Finn chimed in.
"Allyson?"
"Samantha?"
"Erica?"
"Bailey?"
"Alexandra?"
"Jessica?"
Judy started to speak, but was afraid to interrupt the boys' choices they spewing out to Sam and Quinn. Quinn saw her mother and asked her what she was going to say.
"How about... Cassidy? I mean, adventurous, unique... it's the perfect match..." Judy's eyes were full of happy tears, and couldn't stop letting her heart beat of excitement. She was gonna have to stop it from breaking when or if Quinn and Sam said no.
"Mom... that's actually a perfect name. And we've already got her middle name: Grace. Sammy... how about Cassidy?"
"Quinn... Judy... that's the most perfect name I've heard for her ever..." Sam smiled his lopsided grin.
Both Sam and Quinn now laid their cozy hands on their new child, new wonder, and softly whispered, "Welcome, Cassidy Grace Evans."
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OK, this is THE longest thing I've EVER written before for a fanfiction. This was a nice, long juicy chapter (it's 12 pages!) and I really hoped you enjoyed it! Please submit some prompts for me to write, anything you'd like to read. I'd highly appreciate that! In the meantime, please keep on reviewing, favoriting, and alerting, all that good stuff! It means so much to me! It really does! Thanks again so much, yummy-gumdrops! =D