Chapter 31
If John hadn't insisted, Judy might have put off going to the doctor forever. She'd never much enjoyed being poked and prodded and she was fairly certain it was just a common stomach bug making her nauseous so much. She was likely just going to be prescribed bed rest and fluids, but he had looked so sweetly anxious that she couldn't help but agree to go in.
Now she found herself sitting almost anxiously herself in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come back with the results of the various basic tests he'd sent over to the hospital's lab after finding out she hadn't even had a standard physical in years. When she heard the knock on the door, she'd looked up, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw her boyfriend peeking his head in to check on her.
"Everything okay, beautiful?" he smiled, but couldn't really help but show the endearing worry he felt about her feeling sick for the last couple days.
"Just waiting for the results." She sighed, "Still queezy."
"That happens," he murmured, coming in to slide an arm around her shoulders and give her a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm glad you came in, babe. I was worried about you and now they can get you some meds to make you feel better."
"It's just a silly stomach virus." She smiled reassuringly. "Nothing important or serious."
"Still," he smiled at her, leaning in to kiss her softly, "I don't like to see you sick, so thank you for calming an old man's worries." He smiled lopsidedly at her, reaching up to brush a thumb over her chin, "I love you, sweetheart." It was still new to be able to actually say that out loud to her, but he wasn't sure he'd ever get tired of it.
"I love you too." She smiled as she fixed her shirt after getting dressed out of the gown. "I've gained three pounds." She remarked, "See what all your insisting did?" She teased, only to be interrupted by the doctor. "Is everything okay, doctor?"
"It's good for you," John teased, wrapping a protective arm around her waist befoer turning his attention to the smiling man. "Hi, Pete. Thanks for taking care of my girlfriend on short notice."
"Not at all, John. Don't worry about it." The doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he tucked his clipboard under his arm, "Now, Judy, I have some big news for you, so legally I'll have to ask John to leave unless you'd like him to be here?"
"It's okay." She said nervously. "Am I okay?"
"You're absolutely fine," Pete smiled at her. "But you might want to start thinking about names."
"Pete, what the hell are you talking about?" John looked confused as he stared at his old wrestling teammate.
"Well... Judy, according to these levels, you're a bit more than two months pregnant." He smiled, clapping his hand on his friend's back.
"No, I'm not. I can't get pregnant...it's been years and I can't."
John swallowed, "T-two months?" His jaw dropped, "Oh no... I didn't. Oh God, Judy, I'm so sorry," his jaw tightened as he bowed his head, "I should have used protection. I just... after I couldn't have any kids with my ex-wife I thought I just couldn't have kids. I never thought I'd," he shook his head, "I'm sorry, sweetheart..."
"I'm... I'm 36..." She looked at the doctor, "I... I shouldn't be able to have kids. My former husband tried for 18 years..." She looked pale and small. "I don't want to loose this baby," she whimpered, putting her hand on her stomach scared that she was going to have a miscarriage because of her age.
"Judy, women even older than you are having healthy children these days," Pete reassured her, reaching out to pat her knee. "We'll take a bit more care, just in case, but you are healthy and in excellent condition. I'm sure you'll be fine and have a lovely little baby in another six and a half months."
"You want the baby?" John sounded unsure but hesitantly hopeful as he took one of her hands in his. "You want this, Judy? What," he swallowed, hating the idea of the alternatives, but needing to support his girlfriend more than his own desires, "whatever you want to do, sweetheart, I'll support you, okay?"
"I get... I get a baby," she said shyly. "I always wanted another one... I didn't think I could..." She swallowed, "Do... You want to stay with me? We can be parents."
John laughed with relief, bringing her hands up to his lips and kissing them, completely unaware of Pete slipping out to give them a moment. "Do I? God, woman! Do you know how much I've dreamed of being able to be a dad? I thought I'd never get the chance after Carly and I never had any luck. Judy," he licked his lips, dropping to his knee beside the table and reaching up to hold her hands, "baby, if you'd let me, I'd marry you. I'd give you my name and I would protect you always."
"It's too soon." She whispered, "I... this is all too much to process right now." she looked at him, "Please don't leave me."
"I'm not going to leave you. Not unless you tell me to go," he stayed on his knees, kissing her hands. "And... I wouldn't want us to actually get married until I can meet your son." He looked up at her, letting her see the hope and love in his face, "I want him to give us his blessing. I want his approval first. I just... I would really like to consider it a possibility in the future. I'm not asking because of the baby, Judy. I'm asking because I love you. But if you don't want to," he licked his lips, sighing softly, "I'll understand and I'll still be here. I won't abandon you or the baby. I promise."
"I want to be with you," she whispered. "Our baby needs it's dad." She put his hand on her stomach. "I need you to stay with me. God gave us this baby."
"I'm not going anywhere," he smiled as he shook his head. "God... Judy, I'm," he took a deep breath, trying to center himself but so happy he couldn't help the ridiculous grin on his face, "I'm going to be a dad. I never thought I," he trailed off shaking his head again and rising to his feet to cup her cheeks in his hands and kiss her so tenderly and sweetly that she thought she'd cry. "I love you so much, Judy. Thank you for wanting me."
"I love you," She leaned into him and hugged him tightly, "You'll be a great dad."
"God, I hope so." He laughed nervously, wrapping his arms around her and pulling him close. "I'm not sure if I should be thrilled or terrified right now." He kissed her softly. "I don't want to disappoint you or our baby. God... our baby. You have no idea how it feels to be able to say that, Judy..."
She smiled into his arms. She was scared, she had let down her two children and couldn't help wonder if she would ruin this child's life too. She closed her eyes and breathed in her boyfriend's scent and prayed for everything to be okay.
"No one's gonna hurt our baby," he whispered, leaning down to rest his head on her shoulder. "I won't ever let them. Not me or anyone else. I swear to God I will do everything I can to protect them and you and your boy too if he'll let me."
"I hope Quinn doesn't get mad at me." She sighed, "But... I want to be a better mother then I was for Quinn and my daughter."
"Why would he get mad?" John asked curiously, "This will be his little brother or sister and I can already tell you that little boys and girls are born loving their big brothers and sisters. They'll need him in their life if he'll let them in his. And you," he stroked her shoulders, smiling at her for a moment before leaning in to kiss her forehead, "are going to be back in that boy of your's life as soon as we find your crazy-ass ex and deal with him so he's no longer a threat. Got it? Boys always need their mom, Judy."
"I don't want him to hate me or think I'm replacing him."
"Not a chance, Judy." He gently lifted her chin with a finger. "No more than you replaced your daughter with him. Just don't shut him out. I can promise you, from everything you've told me about him, he will always be welcome in our home. Always, Judy. He's your family. The only person who needs replacing is that bastard of an ex of yours. And," he smiled shyly, "I like to hope I'm making some strides towards taking care of that?"
"You already have." she smiled, "Can we go home? It's been a day and my head's spinning."
"Certainly, sweetheart," he smiled, placing his hands on her waist and lifting her off the table. "And for the rest of the day, no work for you." He looked at her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever seen, "I'm going to take care of you, Judy. You and our baby. You have no idea how happy I am that you came to the doctor's today. No idea."
She smiled. "Can we take a nap?" she asked as she took her purse.
"Anything you want," he grinned down at her, slipping an arm around her shoulders and holding her close. "I love you, pretty girl. Let's go home and have us a lie down for a bit then I'll make you dinner."
She nodded and headed to the car with him. Her mind was racing, a baby... She smiled to herself at the thought, but then suddenly got worried about her fitness as a mother.
John got into the car and just sat there for a moment looking out the windshield before he started the car and looked at her with an awed smile. "We're having a baby, Judy," he whispered, reaching for her hand. "I'm getting a chance to be a dad and you," he smiled softly, "you're getting to show everyone what you can do without that asshole destroying you and your kids' lives." He shook his head, "This is amazing, baby. Thank you so much for letting me be a part of it." He brought her hand up and kissed her knuckles.
"I love you." She smiled. "God blessed us," she said softly before looking down. "I want to be better for the baby. Can... Can I take my GED test? I had my first child at 16... My second at 20." she looked at him. "I want to be better for the baby and you."
"Isn't that what we've been working our asses off for all summer?" He smirked at her, putting the car into gear and heading home. "How about we plan for the next test date available? I know you'll pass with flying colors. Maybe after that we could look at college courses? Just something at the local community college. Get your feet wet."
"I don't know." She sighed, "I think... I think I should just keep working when school starts and work at the church part time. I want to be able to pay for the baby and set some money aside for Quinn, too."
"Then let me help." He smiled at her as he pulled into the driveway of their home. "I'm going to be your child's daddy, right? It's only right I should help their mom improve herself, don't you think?"
"I'll think about it." She smiled, getting out of the car and following him inside with the slight shudder that she had begun to feel. It happened whenever she felt like she was being watched. She waited for John to unlock the door as she looked around for a sign of another person lingering.
"Is something wrong?" he asked as he turned to let escort her in. "Here we are, home sweet home. Hey," he smiled, "maybe we can turn your room into a nursery? I mean... if you want."
"That would be nice." She smiled, "Take me to bed?" she whispered after turning the lock in the door.
"Anything you want, beautiful," he whispered, scooping her up into his arms with a gentle smile as he headed down the hall to the room they'd been sharing after deciding there wasn't much of a point to deny their attraction after their initial night together.
The party was a success. At least in Santana's mind it was. There was beer. There was dancing. Pretty girls to look at and Quinn by her side. Perfect.
That's why she didn't think anything of the girl chatting her up at the bar when she went to grab another beer. A pretty blonde with a bright smile and full red lips that Santana was fairly sure had already been on a few different people tonight. Santana smiled at her though, unopposed to casual flirting.
"So what's a sexy thing like you doing in a frat party?" she asked, looking the blonde over and letting her eyes linger at the prominently displayed cleavage the girl was showing off with a smirk before continuing her look to athletically muscular arms and legs. "I expected more blitzed girls hanging on jock biceps but you're something else."
"I'm here to hang off your biceps." She smiled, "I'm Michelle." The girl smiled and slid a bit closer to Santana, "And I think you are the sexiest girl here."
"I am," Santana smirked, no trace of modesty as she sipped at her beer, a glance showing her where Quinn was across the room, "but I'm not a big fan of women hanging off me. If you can't stand up on your own, I really don't have any time for you. Santana, by the way."
"Sexy Santana." Michelle smiled, "I like it." She ran her finger tips up the other girls arm. "I can stand on my own, but I'd rather be lying down with you."
Santana cocked a brow at her, smirking around the mouth of the bottle as she took another sip. "Seriously? Damn, you come on strong. No dancing? No drink? Just a proposition? What do you think I'm an easy lay or something?"
"Nope," she said with a shrug as she sipped her cranberry and vodka. "I'm just hopeful." She smiled and ran her fingers down to Santana's hip. "So, Santana... What are you doing here? Besides drinking, were you looking for a hook up tonight?"
Across the room, Quinn gripped his beer tightly. He was watching his girlfriend blatantly flirting and letting another girl touch her. She was looking like she enjoyed it. Quinn was livid, he slammed down his beer and grabbed another before heading outside.
"Nope," Santana smirked at her, not noticing Quinn storming out, "just looking for free beer and a good time with my boyfriend. I found one easily enough," she held up her bottle, "and the second will be happening later. Sorry."
"Boyfriend?" Michelle questioned. "Bullshit, you're a dyke and I think you should just come upstairs with me." She said, "You shouldn't flirt and not be willing to follow through."
Santana cocked a brow at her, smirk gone. "Fuck off. Flirting's a game and I haven't said anything to make you think I'd go anywhere with you. You might be sexy, but my man is more than enough for me. You want a quick fuck go find one of the damn Tri-Delts. They're so drunk they'd probably fuck anyone."
"Whatever," Michelle sighed, blowing her off. "See ya around." She slinked off and headed over to the next girl she could find.
Santana shook her head watching her walk off. "Freaking slut," she muttered, dropping her empty into a trash can and frowning when she realized she couldn't see Quinn anymore. "Where'd he go?" she mumbled, starting to look for her missing boyfriend.
Quinn sat on the front stoop nursing his beer. He did not think the night would turn out with his girlfriend ignoring him and flirting with someone else. He felt nauseous and pissed off about the whole situation.
After a few minutes of looking inside the house, Santana finally managed to make her way out onto the front porch. Spotting Quinn, she sighed in relief, coming over and dropping down beside him. "There you are," she smiled, "I was looking for you. How long have you been hiding out here?"
"Since I didn't want to watch you get all up on a sorority slut in the kitchen," he said coldly, keeping his gaze towards the road.
"What?" Stung, Santana straightened up from where she had been starting to lean into him. "What the hell, Quinn? I wasn't all up on anyone!"
"The blond who was touching you?" Quinn pointed out, "You were smiling and flirting with her. I'm allowed to be pissed."
"What? Michelle?" Santana shook her head, "She was coming on way too strong. Q, seriously, you know me, I like flirting, but it doesn't mean anything cause I'm going home with you. Fuck, I told her I had a boyfriend, what more do you want?"
"Not to flirt with people in front of me." He said strongly, "I don't want to watch you and some girl talking and her touching you and you not even stopping her. Fuck, San... What if I did that? What if some chick was rubbing up on me and I just looked over my shoulder and smirked at you? Would that make you feel good?"
She blinked at him. "Would you go off with her?" She sounded small and uncertain as she looked down at the steps under her feet instead of at him, "Would you leave without me?"
"Never..." He sighed, turning the bottle in his hands. "I don't like watching you flirt with people... I don't... I just don't like it."
"Then it doesn't mean anything," she reached for his hand, needing to have the physical contact. "Flirting... it's just what I do, Quinn. It's natural as breathing for me. But I can promise you that I'll never go off with anyone but you and you're who I'm going home with. Dancing is just dancing and flirting is just flirting. Hell, I've danced and flirted with Karofsky and he's queerer than a three dollar bill. It's just a game and when it stops being innocent, I shut it down."
"I still don't like it," he whispered. "I don't like how it makes me feel." He looked down, ashamed that it made him feel angry and possessive.
"How does it make you feel?" she asked, pulling his hand up so she could kiss his knuckles. "Does it make you want to come over and pull me away? Does it make you want to show the world that I'm yours? If it does, then do it, baby. I love you and you have my permission to be possessive and forceful if you need to. I won't ever let you hit me or do anything to hurt me, I promise."
"It makes me feel angry," he said. "You're my girlfriend and I'm the only one you should be allowed to be like that with... but then I realize that sounds crazy and I just walk away. I can't be like my dad, San."
"You're not like him, Quinn. The fact that you walk away makes you different," she smiled at him lopsidedly. "But you know me, baby. You know I like to casually flirt and I like to dance. But I will always turn them down if they want more than that because I'm yours. I'm yours and you satisfy me in ways they couldn't dream of. Emotionally, mentally," she waggled her brows, trying to cheer him up, "physically. You're the whole package and the only one I want or need."
He nodded. "San, can we just go...?" he asked as he looked over to her. "I just don't wanna be here anymore. I just want to go home. We can have drinks at home if you want... or you can stay."
"I'm not staying if you're not here," she stood, helping him up. "Let's just get our jackets and let Homoexplosion know we're bailing. Okay? I'm in serious need of cuddles and loving with my man." She smirked at him, brushing an invisible piece of lint off his shirt, "Think that can be arranged?"
"Yeah." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry I'm a jealous boyfriend sometimes." He said as she grabbed their jackets. He helped her on with hers, "I just really love you and..." He sighed and smiled bashfully before heading over to Blaine and whispering in his ear that they were heading out. The dapper boy nodded and waved before Quinn headed back to Santana. he offered her his hand, "Let's go.""And what?" Santana asked curiously, taking his arm and using it to pull him close enough so she could hug his arm as they walked. "I like you loving me enough to be jealous though. It's the good kind of jealous I think."
"I just really love you and it hurts my heart to think about you with anyone else," he sighed and led her towards their apartment building.
She thought about it quietly for most of the walk, just leaning into him. Just outside their building, she tugged his arm for attention. "It hurts me too," she whispered when he looked down. "I don't ever want to think about you with someone else either, Q. So I," she sighed, slumping slightly, "I'll try not to flirt. I... I'll try not to dance with anyone else."
"I mean... maybe we like figure out something... or you only dance with gay boys?" he joked half-heartedly. "But I don't want to hold you back, okay?"
She shook her head, "I don't want to hurt you more than I want to flirt or dance. I just... maybe we can skip parties for a while. They aren't that fun anyway."
"I want you to have friends, San..." He sighed, "You deserve to enjoy college."
"I'm pretty sure people like Michelle aren't interested in being my friends, Q." She unlocked the door, heading up to their apartment, "Not unless you mean friends and I sure as hell don't. I got called a dyke just cause I told her I have a boyfriend. Fuck that."
"She's dumb." Quinn sighed. "Babe, I'm gonna shower... get the scent of hormones and cheap beer off me," he remarked.
"Oh, okay," Santana murmured, unlocking their apartment door and tossing the keys on the hall table. "Want me to make some popcorn or something or just get things ready for tomorrow? Naked Saturday..."
"Popcorn sounds good, pick a movie we can watch if you want." he smiled and tugged off his shirt and threw it into the hamper.
He slid off his jeans and carefully removed his cock and stood in the open bathroom bare. He looked down, his hand running over his near sculpted chest and down to his hips. He smiled, happy the T had redistributed some of the fat in his hips and thighs, he was also more than excited about the protruding clit that was now peaking out from it's hood. It was his favorite part of the changes that had been happened to his body.
"Babe," San called from outside the bathroom, "stop ogling your hotness and just shower already. I's be wanting to get my cuddle on!"
He chuckled and slipped into the shower. He stood under the spray and let the water fall over his body.