A/N: Terrible author, I know, but I just couldn't get this chapter right, to the point where I just didn't even look at it for a good two weeks! It's short, but there's going to be a bit of a time-jump after this, so we'll get rolling again!
Chapter Fifteen: 13 Weeks
Quinn heard someone clearing their throat behind her as she stood daydreaming at the kitchen counter. It had been over an hour since Quinn had introduced Santana and Puck to her Grammy, and the older woman had taken an instant shine to the two teenagers.
"Deep in thought there, my girl," Clara commented as Quinn turned around to see who had entered the room.
"Just thinking how glad I am that you seem to like Puck and Santana," Quinn confided. "You do like them, right?"
"Quinn, sweetheart, I have obviously known you for your entire life and I can safely say I have never seen you look happier than I have seen you look today," Clara told her granddaughter honestly.
"I am happy, Grammy," Quinn answered passionately. "I know I should be feeling sad in the circumstances but I just look at Puck or Santana, or think about this little one growing inside of me and I can't help but smile at how lucky I am."
"The way that Noah looks at both you and Santana, that is the exact way I remember your Grandpa looking at me when we first met, and god knows that man was the love of my life," Clara smiled. "And Santana, my goodness, I think I love that girl myself, she has spunk."
"She does," Quinn laughed. "But she's so sweet and caring at the same time, the same with Puck, I think we all have a good balance that just makes us work."
"I never would have thought your situation could work," Clara confessed. "I was worried I would come here and see you unhappy or the relationship unfair but I can't deny that the three of you seem to be made for each other and these two babies are so incredibly lucky to be coming into such love."
Quinn's hand was resting on the tiny bump that housed her baby, and she looked down as she smiled at her Grammy's words.
"I would do anything to protect this little one," Quinn said softly. "And I saw how worried Puck and Santana were when we thought something might have gone wrong when Russell hit me yesterday, they love this little Ladybug just as much as I do."
"And you think you can raise Santana's baby as well?" Clara questioned seriously.
"I keep having this dream," Quinn smiled. "Myself and Santana are sitting on a porch swing overlooking this huge backyard and we're holding hands and watching these two beautiful little girls playing together wearing princess dresses. One of them has blonde curls and blue eyes and the other one has darker hair and dark eyes, but we are so happy watching them play together. And they call out to us, shouting "Mommy look at this!" and "Mama watch me!" I know I'm going to love both these babies exactly the same, I already do."
Clara had tears in her eyes from her granddaughter's explanation of her dream.
"I can picture that," Clara nodded. "Does Puck ever come into this dream?"
"Sometimes he is there, chasing the girls around and making them giggle before he comes over to kiss us both, his eyes are always sparkling as he grins at us and kisses us again before he goes back to his baby girls," Quinn's eyes were glistening with her own tears as she thought of the vivid dream that she had most nights. "It's just perfect, Grammy."
"You deserve perfect," Clara whispered as she swept her granddaughter up into a tight hug.
In the living room, Fran had gone to answer a phone call and Puck had quickly pulled Santana into his lap, knowing how nervous the brunette had been about meeting Quinn's Grammy.
"Do you think she likes us?" Santana asked quietly.
"Who wouldn't love you?" Puck teased gently. "She hasn't taken Quinn and run away screaming yet so we must be doing a good job."
"I just can't bear to see Quinn losing someone else in her life that doesn't approve of us, of our little family," Santana confessed.
"I think your little family is filled with so much love," Clara spoke from the doorway, having just entered the room to hear Santana's confession. "I think this is exactly what Quinn needs in her life, and I can see how much the two of you love her, and the love she has for both of you, and I approve with her choice completely."
Santana could feel the tears prickling her eyes and she cursed the pregnancy hormones for making her so emotional.
"I can't wait to meet both of my new grandchildren, and both your parents, to have raised such amazing young people they must be very special themselves."
Hours later Quinn let herself fall backwards onto the bed. They had just finished dinner with Quinn's Grandmother, Santana's parents, Puck's Mom and Hannah, and the guests had left not long after, leaving the teenagers to retreat to their bedroom after a long day.
"Your Aunt and Uncle are hard work," Santana complained as she let herself fall next to Quinn, stretching her arms up high, feeling her weary body protest at the movement that stretched her body out.
"I don't know how my Grammy managed to have two daughters who are nothing like her," Quinn replied. "And my Grandpa was the sweetest man in the world, so it didn't come from him!"
Quinn's maternal Aunty and paternal Uncle - Judy and Russell's only siblings - had arrived not long after Quinn and Clara's conversation that morning and Quinn's Uncle Richard had been just as bossy and controlling as his twin brother. Quinn and Fran had already decided they wanted nothing to do with either of their parent's funerals, leaving the decision making in the hands of their respective sibling. Clara had said she would attend Judy's funeral, but made it clear that she wouldn't be at Russell's under any circumstances.
Judy's sister Sarah was a neurotic control freak, the opposite to Judy who had always done what Russell asked of her. Sarah's husband Jamie was quick to jump at his wife's every whim and even looked downright scared of his wife at several points of the day.
The pair had stayed for longer than anyone had anticipated, it seemed they wanted to plan the funerals right there and despite nobody else offering suggestions, they stayed as they planned everything from pallbearers to songs.
"I can't believe they had the nerve to stay here and plan their funerals," Puck said angrily. "After you, Fran and your Grammy all said you didn't want to plan anything, they just stuck around and planned it all in your company anyways!"
"Aunty Sarah likes to make sure everyone knows she's in charge," Quinn sighed. "And Uncle Richard was just waiting for me or Frankie to disagree with something so that he could argue with us and win."
"I've asked this before, and I'll ask it again, how did you turn out so damn nice when your family are so... not nice?" Puck asked as he lay down next to Quinn.
"I wasn't always nice," Quinn reminded him. "Bitch head cheerleader, remember?"
"You were like an angel compared to San," Puck teased, crying out as Santana reached over Quinn to punch him in the arm. "Ouch!"
"I can't believe how much our lives have changed in such a short time," Quinn commented a few hours later as Puck still rubbed his arm and Santana smiled at him smugly.
"And they're about to change a whole lot more when these two kiddos arrive," Santana agreed. "Have you thought about baby names, Kitten?"
"I quite like Annalise," Quinn said. "I like nickname-y names, I think."
"Annalise is pretty," Santana smiled. "I like Alexis, a little Lexi."
"I can so see a little Lexi with your attitude," Quinn teased.
"If we're going by suiting their Mommy, then I could so see you with a little Ruby," Santana told Quinn.
"Or a Bethany," Puck nodded. "Or a Stephanie."
"What about boys names?" Quinn asked the other two. "Any that you like?"
"I like Zac," Puck answered. "Short, cool names like Jase or Rylan."
"I like Sebastian, or Theodore," Quinn replied. "Seb or Theo would be cute."
"I like Trace," Santana said thoughtfully. "And Hayden."
"Luckily we still have plenty of time to come up with names, huh?" Quinn asked with a yawn, rolling over so that she could snuggle up against Santana properly.
"Just over a month til we find out if we're getting sons or daughters or one of each," Santana smiled, linking her fingers with Quinn's as the blonde settled a hand over Santana's bump.
"By that time I don't think the two of you are gonna be able to sleep like that," Puck chuckled as he sat up to lean over to kiss Santana goodnight, looking down at the way that Quinn's small bump already was pushing her away from Santana's body.
"Watch out, buddy, you're going to be the one with two uncomfortable, irritable women to care for," Santana shot back, shifting her head to place a soft kiss on Quinn's forehead. "Everything will be easy up until the point you have two ready to burst girlfriends complaining and shouting at you."
"I'll enjoy every moment of it," Puck smiled. "Except that whole no sex after the babies are born part, that is going to suck so much."
"If you're a nice boy maybe there will be sucking," Santana shot back, making Quinn dissolve into a fit of giggles.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Lopez," Puck laughed, curling up behind Quinn who was still shaking with giggles. "We're trying to sleep here!"
A/N: The names mentioned in this chapter are the names of my amazing husband, Zac, my gorgeous girlfriend, Steph, her wonderful husband Hayden (complicated there, but it works for us), my beautiful daughters Alexis, Ruby, Annalise and Bethany, my handsome son, Jase, my darling nephews Sebastian and Theodore, my sweet little guy Rylan and my beloved angel baby Trace. Just a little shout-out to my crazy, complicated family who hold my heart 3