Ok, so these Samcedes scenes are making me want to cry and throw up at the same time. I hate RIB so much, Glee is going to crash and burn under their control. Thank God for Fanfiction. Anyways enjoy!
The next few days have been absolute hell for Quinn; Sam's parents have been supportive, his father a bit taken aback, but his mother was great. Quinn was not feeling good at all; she was constantly vomiting and the worry about Sam didn't help.
Quinn and Mrs. Evans were making dinner and the little ones were playing in the living room when Mr. Evans came in with 2 letters.
"Sam sent letters!" Mr. Evans exclaimed as soon as he came through the door. Quinn and Mrs. Evans stopped what they were doing immediately and Stevie and Stacey ran over from the living room, they sat down at the table.
"Sammy sent letters! Read them daddy! Read them!" the young ones squealed and Quinn laughed, she could already imagine her and Sam's child.
"Okay, okay," Mr. Evans laughed sitting down at the table with the rest of the family, "this one's for Quinn," he handed Quinn a white envelope. Quinn took the letter from Mr. Evans swiftly, wanting to read it as soon as possible.
"And this one's us," Mr. Evans said holding out the letter at the kids.
"Read it daddy!" they squealed again and Mr. Evans laughed, opening the letter and clearing his through before reading it.
Dear Mom, Dad, Stevie, Stacey and possibly Quinn if you're reading this,
How are you all? I'm alright. I little shaken up, but that's to be expected. I've been promoted to Sergeant Major! I assume that carrying a soldier who couldn't as we retreated was quite heroic. I presume that you've heard about the Battle at Bull Run in Manassas, Virginia; I didn't die in it, but we lost a lot of men and I've been told that I need to extend my stay. But I bring good news, I'm coming home! I'll be there by Monday if everything goes well. I'm quite grateful that you've let Quinn stay with you, I knew you would.
I miss you all terribly. Mom, the food here is atrocious; after eating your food for 18 years this tastes like hell.
Dad, I miss you're sarcasm and pep talks; they would help lighten the mood around here.
Stevie and Stacey, I miss you two scoundrels. I miss your childish laughter and your playful attitude. They're so glum here that seeing you two would brighten my whole spirit!
And Quinn, darling read the letter I sent you, that'll tell you enough.
I love and miss all of you. See you soon.
- Sam.
Mrs. Evans was in tears by the end of the letter, Stevie and Stacey were jumping in excitement at Sam's return and Mr. Evans was smiling wide. Quinn was staring at her unopened letter.
He was coming back. She would have to tell him that he was going to be a father. This was all that was going through, after the relief of Sam being alright of course. How was he going to react? Would he be happy? She had no idea if he wanted children or not? She had no doubt in her mind that Sam wouldn't support her but would he be happy? Quinn looked down at the engagement ring Sam had given her before she left. Kissing the ring, Quinn looked back down at the letter.
"Quinn," Mrs. Evans said interrupting Quinn from her thoughts.
"Yes?" Quinn said looking up at Mrs. Evans. She had been sitting in her spot for a while now making no move to do anything.
"Why don't you go to your room and rest, read that letter too," Mrs. Evans said gesturing at the letter Quinn was clutching to her chest, "I'll call you down when dinner is ready."
Quinn smiled; her own mother had never been that understanding. "Thank you," she said standing up and walking to her bedroom.
Once she was in the security of her bedroom, Quinn sat down on her bed and opened the letter.
My dearest Quinn,
It's been only a few weeks since I've seen your beautiful face; but it seems like an eternity. How much I miss you, cannot be described in words. I hope everything has gone smoothly for you. I hope to hear about it all when I come back. The thought of seeing you again is the only thing that had kept me going.
The war has gotten much more violent. Artie lost his leg and is now in a wheelchair and we've lost so many people. It's so sad walking through the hospital and seeing all those dead soldiers; both Union and Confederate. Most men here have wives back home and they carry pictures of them around. I need to get a picture of you when I get home.
You're constantly invading my mind. Your sweet face, your breathtaking smile, your captivating eyes. Everything about you. I can't help but blame myself for your demise; if it weren't for me, you'd still be with your family, happy, healthy. I know that it was hard for you to leave your family and Virginia, but you still did it for been me. I've never one who was good with words, especially in front of people, so I hope this letter is good enough.
I was in a hospital for 3 days it seems; just minor injuries though, bruises here and there. I didn't want to extend my stay, so please don't be mad at me. With everything going on, I just couldn't leave when the country is falling apart. Pres. Lincoln spoke to us directly yesterday; it was incredible to be in his presence. He told us it's going to get better, but Quinn, I just don't think it will. I think we're being too arrogant when it comes to this; the south is serious and they won't back down without a fight. They've already attacked at Fort Sumner and now have one the Battle at Bull Run. That's them 2, us nothing.
I hope I'm not worrying you with all this war talk. I just need someone to unload on and now that Artie's gone, I don't really have anyone else to talk to. I'm about to go board my train now, I hope to get to you as soon as possible.
I'm sorry I couldn't write to you sooner, but travel is harsh and I've been unconscious for a few days after the battle. I'll write again as soon as I can; but there's a better chance of me arriving before that letter, with the amount of letters being sent around the country.
I send you all my love.
- Sam
Quinn was in tears before she even finished the letter. Sam… her Sam was fighting in battles, killing soldiers, soldiers wanting to kiss him. She should've thought this would happen sooner than later, but she'd been too consumed in his love.
Quinn read and reread the letter over and over again. She could see him writing it to her, leaning against a tree or in his bed, writing to her.
"Quinny?" said a small voice from the other side of the door. Quinn sat up and wiped away tears.
"Yes," she said and Stacey came in the door, looking somewhat nervous.
"Momma, called you down to dinner," she said and Quinn nodded.
"I'll be right down," she said, but Stacey didn't leave, "something on your mind Stacey?"
Stacey nodded her little head and Quinn patted the spot beside her on her bed. Stacey walked over and sat down beside Quinn.
"What's going on Stacey?" Quinn asked the little girl.
"I heard Momma tell Daddy that you're going to have a baby," she said innocently. Quinn sucked in her breath, what was she supposed to tell a little girl? That she was pregnant with her brother's baby?
"Yes, I'm going to have a baby," Quinn said and Stacey's eyebrows furrowed.
"How? You're not married yet," Stacey said looking down at Quinn's hands, searching for a ring; when she saw the engagement ring her eyes went wide.
"Not yet, but I will be," Quinn said, smiling at the thought of getting married to Sam. She was eighteen; she didn't need her parents' permission to marry Sam.
"To Sammy?" Stacey asked looking down at the ring then back to Quinn.
"I hope so," Quinn said smiling.
"Is that's why you're wearing Nana's ring?" Stacey asked and Quinn nodded.
"Sam gave it to me," she said recalling the memory.
"So, that means we're going to be sisters?" Stacey said her face lighting up.
Quinn laughed, "that's right," she said ruffling Stacey's short blonde hair.
"Good, I like you a lot better than that other girl," Stacey said. If Quinn was surprised she didn't show it. Sam had never said anything about another girl.
"Oh really?" Quinn asked playing coy, "who is this other girl?"
"Rachel," Stacey said crinkling up her little nose in disgust.
"Rachel, huh?" Quinn asked and Stacey nodded, "why don't you like her?"
"Because she talks too much," Stacey said and Quinn laughed, "Sammy used to love her, but then she got married to another boy, I think his name was Flynn or Finn."
"So…what's this Rachel look like?" Quinn asked as casual as she can, but really she's dying inside to know.
Stacey crunched up her nose again, "she's pretty I guess, she has brown hair and she's really short," Stacey says, "but not as pretty as you, though, and not as nice either."
Quinn smiled at that last statement by the sister of the father of her child. "Thank you Stacey," she said smiling at the little girl, "I guess we should head down to dinner now." Stacey nodded and they walked down the stairs.
Dinner was a barrage of talk about Sam and him coming back. Quinn smiled through it, her Sam was coming back to her and she couldn't be more excited.
After dinner Quinn went to bed immediately; being pregnant sure made one tired.
The next day Quinn was Sunday so Quinn, Mrs. Evans, Stevie and Stacey all went to church; Mr. Evans had to do go to work, apparently there was a break in one of the railroads in town. Quinn always liked church, something about it made her feel at peace with herself.
Quinn listened to the priest intently as he talked about praying for our brothers during such a devastating time. After he finished talking Mrs. Evans went to talk to some of her friends as did Stevie who was playing around with some boys outside. Quinn and Stacey stayed behind, just hanging back.
"There she is," Stacey said, tugging on Quinn's sleeve and pointing to a short, brown-haired girl talking to some other girls by the front of the church.
"Rachel?" Quinn asked, this girl matched Stacey's description of Sam's former lover.
"Yep," Stacey said, Quinn appraised the girl, she was indeed beautiful, she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes met with Quinn's and she excused herself from the girls she was talking to and started walking towards Quinn and Stacey. "Oh, no she's coming here!" Stacey said and Quinn laughed nervously, what was she supposed to say to her fiancée's former girlfriend?
"Hello," Rachel said to Quinn holding out her hand, "I don't think we've met, I'm Rachel." Quinn could see that her eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying.
"Uh…hi, I'm Quinn," Quinn said shaking the shorter girl's hand. Rachel smiled and her eyes looked down at Stacey, who was clutching Quinn's skirt.
"Hi, Stacey," Rachel said smiling at the little girl, "how've you been?"
"Good," Stacey said in a small voice, Rachel gives a short nod and looked back at Quinn.
"So, are you new to town?" Rachel asked Quinn who nodded.
"Yes," Quinn said, a little uncomfortable. The Evans family has been introducing her as their friends', who passed away, daughter; when Quinn starts showing signs of pregnancy, that'll cause some rumors.
"So how do you know the Evans?" Rachel asked, trying not to pry, but just curious.
"She's Sammy's fiancée," Stacey said, stuttering on the word 'fiancée'.
Rachel was more than just taken aback; she was stunned. "Fiancée?" she asked looking at Quinn who was biting her lip nervously.
"Um… yes," Quinn said, somewhat nervously. Talking to your fiancée's former girlfriend was more than just awkward.
"Oh, well… how did you two meet?" Rachel asked looking a little uncomfortable; she glanced down and saw the delicate ring resting on Quinn's right hand ring finger. Sam's grandmother's ring.
"It…it's a long story," Quinn said, not wanting to talk about this with Rachel.
"Oh, okay," Rachel said shuffling her feet, looking down.
"Ah, Rachel, how are you?" asked Mrs. Evans who had come up after she's seem her son's ex-girlfriend and current betrothed talking to one another.
"Fine, thank you Abigail," Rachel said giving a small smile.
"Everything okay now? I hear about Finn, I'm so sorry," Mrs. Evans said, genuinely sorry for the young girl.
"Thank you," Rachel croaked out, trying not to cry anymore.
"Well, we have to get going now, but it was nice to see you again Rachel," Mrs. Evans said taking Stacey's hand and walking out of the church. Quinn smiled at Rachel and followed, helping Mrs. Evans get Stevie; they started walking the short way home.
"Mrs. Evans?" Quinn asked the older woman who was watching Stevie and Stacey run around the street.
"Yes," Mrs. Evans said turning her head to look at Quinn.
"What happened to Rachel?" Quinn asked the question she'd been dying to ask.
"Well, Rachel's husband Finn has been drafted into the war, they need more men after losing so many in Manassas," Mrs. Evans said looking back at the children who were now running to the house.
"She got married?" Quinn asked and Mrs. Evans nodded.
"Yes, shortly after Sam went off to war, they were together once you know," Mrs. Evans said as the neared the house.
"Stacey said they did," Quinn said and Mrs. Evans nodded.
"They didn't work out though, Sam went off to war, they broke up right before," Mrs. Evans said opening the gate to the house and letting Stevie and Stacey in, "I don't have any idea why though, Sam never says anything about it." Mrs. Evans unlocked the door and the four of them stepped inside. Quinn was confused, what had happened between Rachel and Sam that had left such an imprint? Deciding to not think about it now, and ask Sam about it when he got here; Quinn went into the kitchen and started helping Mrs. Evans make lunch.
1 week later
The train ride to Lima, Ohio was so long that Sam wanted to get off as soon as they stopped. After one week of non-stop train fare, Sam just wanted to get off the moving locomotive and to steady ground. Sam never did like trains; the ride was bumpy and uncoordinated, not to mention loud. They had just arrived to Lima and Sam as excited as ever; he would get to see Quinn again…and his family ofcourse. But Quinn always came first in his mind, his family could do without him; but Quinn was a helpless, needy, sweet, venerable girl who was wretched away from her family to be with him. Talk about sacrifice.
Sam had always thought women were just as superior as men; would there be any men if there weren't women to birth them? The answer was no. He had admired Elizabeth Cady Stanton and those two Grimke sisters fro their stand on feminine rights; and ofcourse his idol Fredrick Douglas was in on it too.
Most boys had heroes like George Washington, or even John Brown; who Sam thought was a nut job for going on his 'religious' raids and killing innocent people. Sam did appreciate what the great president had done, and admired him a lot; but Fredrick Douglas had persevered through so much.
Slavery, running away, addressing the public, writing a book; the man had done the impossible. He was one of the most respected people on the north, black or white. Sam's parents weren't that big of abolitionists, Uncle Tom's Cabin made them a little more devoted for the cause; but as long as Sam can remember he hated slavery, he remembered reading about them in an abolitionist newspaper called the Liberator; the way slavery was described made Sam furious with the south. And then he read Uncle Tom's Cabin, probably the most sad book ever printed; Sam was a full on abolitionist.
Sam just didn't know how the slave owners could live with them selves after whipping or raping a slave; it was all so wrong and Sam's heart cringed whenever he thought about it. Hopefully this war would go in their favor and everything would be settled.
Walking off the train, Sam was overjoyed to breathe in fresh air and step on solid ground. He was home; but he knew his heart wouldn't be whole until he saw Quinn. How did this happen? After Rachel Sam had sworn he was done with women; that they were not worth the agony, but then came along this soft, innocent, beautiful young girl that made him fall head over heels in love with her. It felt like it all happened in such a short period of time, but then again Sam had been stationed in Alexandria since April. Quinn was everything he had ever wished for in a girl, kind, smart, but not afraid to speak her mind, and definitely the most beautiful being on earth.
Everything was flashing through Sam's mind as he hailed a carriage and rode to his home: seeing Quinn in the woods, how terrified she looked, large tears oozing from those enchanting eyes. When she kissed him, how good it felt to have her soft, perfect lips against his. Falling in love with her didn't take long, as Sam recalled, he was smitten with her the moment he first laid eyes on her. Hearing her say she loved him and repeating those all mighty words back to her, his heart soaring inside. That night in her bedroom, when they made love for the first time; feeling her soft, subtle skin, against his, feeling them connected, of one flesh. How many times had Sam recalled that memory? Just spending time with her, he missed that so much. Then watching her go, after proposing and giving her his grandmothers ring; Sam would never admit it because his pride was too high, but he was more nervous than a killer in front of the Supreme Court when he asked her, he half expected her to tell him he was an idiot and decline. But when she said yes… it took all of Sam not to jump up and down like a little boy and Christmas day.
Sam was interrupting from his barrage of memories, mostly those of him and Quinn making love, by the carriage suddenly stopping. Sam looked to his left and there it was. His childhood home, where he had so many memories; standing still in the cool evening light. Stepping off the carriage and paying the driver, Sam slung his bag carrying his few belongings and just started at the house.
To say he was anxious would be an understatement. Straightening up his blue military uniform, Sam took a deep breath and walked up the steps of the tall townhouse. Tapping the door gently Sam composed himself for an answer.
Quinn stared at the sky from her bedroom window. That was one thing that hadn't changed; the sky. Sure she couldn't see the stars as she once could, but it was still the same sky that she would stare at from her bedroom back in Virginia. Quinn looked around her current bedroom; it was actually Sam's old bedroom, Quinn had asked to sleep here because she felt safe in this room. She could feel his presence, could see him sitting in the small desk, lying in the bed, staring out the window. She could smell him on the covers, even though they had been watched more than once; everything about this room reminded her of Sam and while most people wouldn't like that, it gave Quinn something to hold onto.
The sky was a pretty shade of indigo this evening, small stars beginning to form behind the dark clouds; the moon was full today, big and bright. Quinn wondered if Sam was watching the same moon as she was; he was most likely on the train, close to coming home, if everything had gone as planned; maybe even here already. Quinn tried not to get her hopes up; it would only leave her disappointed in the end when Sam didn't show up tonight.
Quinn was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost missed the sound of horse hooves marching on the road. Looking down at the road, Quinn saw a black carriage riding away after stopping in front of the house. Quinn couldn't make out the face of the man that was standing in front of the house in a blue military uniform; but she didn't need to, those locks of blonde hair were enough. Sam was home.
Quinn sat their frozen on her windowsill; making sure she wasn't seeing things. Those thoughts were confirmed after she heard a light knock on the door. That was enough to make her jump out of her seat and run out of her bedroom. She did however stop by the long, full-length mirror on the wall to appraise herself. She looked the same as ever, maybe somewhat paler, she was showing a bit. Her, about 2 month pregnant, belly was getting bigger, but Mrs. Evans said that it was barely noticeable, but Quinn thought otherwise. She felt huge. It had always been Quinn's dream to be a mother, to have a little boy or girl, calling her momma and being taken care of by her. She was getting her dream that's for sure.
Quinn straightened out her dress and smoothed out her hair, and was out of the room and making her way down stairs just in time to her Stacey shriek.
"Sammy!" Quinn heard the little girl say from the top of the stairs. Quinn rushed down stairs and towards the door to see Sam hugging Stacey, beside his crying mother, beaming father, and jumpy brother.
"Hey Stace," Sam said laughing at his little sisters reaction. He was so caught up in seeing his family that he almost didn't see the beautiful, blonde woman standing a mere few feet from him, frozen in her spot.
Quinn was frozen in her spot, as aforementioned. Her eyes were wide as she watched Sam. He looked the same, his hair a little longer than before; but he was still her Sam. Anxious isn't the right word to use in describing Quinn's feelings right now, it was too calm; apprehensive maybe.
When their eyes locked, Quinn felt weak at her knees. But she remained where she was; she was like a deer in headlights, as was Sam. They continued to stare at each other of while; the others had quietly descended from the hallway and into the living room, giving the young couple some privacy. Sam and Quinn didn't even notice their absence; their eyes were transfixed on each other.
Sam couldn't believe she was standing right there, as frozen as he was. After what seemed like an eternity of drinking up the sight of each other, Sam whispered, almost inaudibly, "Quinn."
That's all it took for Quinn to fly into his arms, tears falling from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam's arms encircled her waist as he picked her up and swung her around. Quinn laughed as he swung her around; but he didn't set her down on the ground, he held her up and they stared into each others eyes for a while, leaning their foreheads together.
"Sam," Quinn whispered almost as low as he had. Sam smiled and crashed his lips to hers; feeling the sweet sensation taking over his body as he set Quinn down but didn't break their embrace. Quinn kissed him back, pulling him closer to her, running her hand through his tousled locks.
Neither of them knew how long it was before they finally broke apart for air, knowing they would suffocate each other if they kissed any longer. After the pulled apart they were both panting and breathless.
"Hi," Sam said, once they'd finally caught their breath.
Quinn smiled, "hi," she repeated, kissing his nose lightly.
"I missed you so much," Sam said pulling her into a hug again, loving the way her body fit with his.
Quinn tucked her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar smell of him. It felt so good to have his arms around her after all this time. Sure it had only been a month, but it seemed like an eternity.
Sam just stood there holding Quinn; he could die a happy man now. He didn't care about anything else right now; all he cared about was her. They stood there for a while, their arms wrapped around each other tightly, as if their lives depended on it.
After a long while, Quinn was the one to break the silence, she had something important to tell him, and now seemed like the perfect time.
"Sam," she said, getting his attention as he closed his eyes against her hair.
"Hmm?" Sam asked, pulling away and looking at Quinn's face.
"I need to tell you something," Quinn said biting her lips, something she always did when she was nervous.
"Yeah?" Sam said looking into Quinn's eyes and Quinn sighed. It was now or never.
"Sam I'm-" Quinn started but was interrupted by Stacey.
"Sammy!" the little girl called, running down the hall and tugging on Sam's sleeve, "you've been gone forever and you don't even talk to me!"
Sam laughed and let go of Quinn and picked Stacey up. "Alright, what do you want to talk about Stace?" Sam asked and Quinn smiled, Sam would be a great dad.
"Let's go to the living room," Stacey said after Sam put her down. She grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him into the living room. Sam took Quinn's hand before Stacey whisked him off, and pulled her with them.
Stacey pulled Sam on the couch and Quinn sat beside him, smiling. Mr. and Mrs. Evans sat on the loveseat on the laughing. Stevie quickly joined Stacey in the barrage of questions they had for Sam; all ranging from how scary the war was and how it was like riding on a train.
Sam did his best to try to answer all of them. He really didn't care how tired he was right now, he was just happy to be in the presence of the people he loved, all of them in one room.
The rest of the evening was full of laughs and rekindling old memories. Dinner was by far the best Sam had had in a long time. It felt so good, to be eating his mother's home cooking after so long.
After dinner the family retired to the living room where there were more questions for Sam and more things to tell him about by Stevie and Stacey. Quinn was just waiting until she got Sam alone; she had to tell him she was pregnant before he found out from someone else.
"Hey, kids, its past your bedtime," Mrs. Evans said hearing the kids whine, "I'm sure Sammy's tired, he'll talk to you two tomorrow."
The kids weren't happy about it but left without any more hesitation; leaving Sam and Quinn alone in the living room.
"Come on," Quinn said standing up and offering Sam her hand, "let's go upstairs."
"You're not going to bombard me with questions are you?" Sam laughed looking up at Quinn and she smile. It felt so good to hear him laugh again.
"Maybe," Quinn said and Sam laughed again, taking her hand and picking up his bag, which they didn't get a chance to take upstairs, walking up stair; hands interlocked.
Quinn opened the door to Sam's bedroom, the one she was currently living in, and stepped inside. Sam followed her, looking around his old bedroom; it seemed like forever since he's last been inside it.
"You've been staying here huh?" Sam said touching the walls as he went sitting beside Quinn on the bed.
"Yes, it makes me feel like you're here with me," Quinn said looking down at Sam and her hands intertwined on her lap.
Sam took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, for no reason other than to feels her lips on his. Quinn smiled against his lips, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth; loving the feeling of his tongue against hers.
Sam pushed Quinn back so that she was lying on the bed, without breaking the kiss; Sam was on top of her, letting his hands run up and down her body. It had been too long since they had this kind of contact,
Sam let his hands travel down to her stomach where he felt a small bump forming. At first he thought nothing of it; he didn't care if Quinn put on some extra weight, but it felt perfectly round almost like a baby bump…
Sam ripped his lips away from Quinn as soon as realization hit him. He looked down at Quinn in horror and Quinn immediately understood why he was looking at her that way. Sam immediately sat up and looked at Quinn, waiting for her to say something.
"Sam…" Quinn said but he wouldn't look at her.
"Are you?" he said finally looking at her, his eyes darting to her stomach seeing the now obvious bump.
"Yes," Quinn said looking at his face for some emotion, but he showed none. She had never seen him like this and she didn't like it.
Sam just stared at her. He didn't know what to feel right now. He just looked at her stomach and then back to her. "Is this what you wanted to tell me earlier?" he asked and Quinn nodded, she now had tears in her eyes.
"And I thought you'd be happy about it," Quinn said getting up and walking out the door, "I'll let you have some privacy." She shut the door and walked downstairs crying as she did.
Sam just stared at the door that she had left from. He felt like the biggest jerk in the history of the world. The girl he loved was carrying his baby and he wasn't happy about it? Was he happy about it? He could imagine having a little kid walking around the yard, calling him daddy and Quinn momma. They all seemed like a happy, healthy family. There was no threat of a war separating them; Sam wanted to be happy, but he didn't even know if he was going to survive this war. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that he wasn't going to lose her over this.
Sam got up from the bed and walked downstairs to search for Quinn; his parents and siblings were already asleep. Sam looked around for Quinn, she was nowhere in sight. After looking around the house for a while, he heard quite sobs coming from outside. Sam opened the front door to find Quinn, curled up on the porch swing, crying.
Sam sighed and sat next to Quinn on the porch swing, looking out into the distance. They just sat there for a while until Sam couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't stand her being upset with him.
"Quinn…" he said looking at her, but she didn't move, she just sat there, avoiding his eyes. Sam reached out to touch her but Quinn shied away.
"Come on, Quinn, don't be mad at me," Sam said taking one of Quinn's hands only to have it snatched away. "Listen, Quinn," Sam said retaking Quinn's hand and not letting her move it, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to react the way I did, I was just shocked."
Quinn sighed and turned to look at Sam. Sam saw her tear stained face and immediately felt bad. He's made her cry; he'd made her unhappy, something he swore he'd never do.
"Are you happy about it?" Quinn said taking his hand that was in hers and putting it on her stomach, right on top of her baby bump.
Sam gulped as he felt the small bump on her stomach. He looked from her stomach to her face and caressed her stomach. His baby was growing inside there right now; Sam suddenly felt a jolt of pride. Without saying anything Sam leaned his hand down to Quinn's lap and kissed her clothed stomach.
"It makes me the happiest man in the world," Sam said against her stomach, before sitting up and looking into her eyes, filled with tears.
"I love you and our baby so much," Sam said leaning over and pressing his lips to Quinn's; hearing her let out a soft moan as she threaded her arms around his neck. The start of an unforgettable night…
Not too cheesy I hope. I'm thinking about doing this story in POV's like my other story. Tell me whether or not I should do that. Tell me what you thought about this chapter!
R&R