Liam Noah Puckerman was born at 10:43am on October 31st weighing 8lbs and 6oz measuring 21 inches.
He was perfect and both of his parents knew everything that was going on between them didn't matter anymore.
Rachel had been as nice as a woman who was in immense pain could be. She had screamed and cried and begged for it to be over.
When she said she couldn't push anymore Noah was there holding her hand and giving her strength through words and kisses on her fore head.
Once his son entered the world he cried and if you asked him he would have told you the truth for once. He was a proud father and wasn't ashamed that watching his son be born had brought him to tears.
She cried too and smiled a watery smile at Noah before kissing him and telling him that she loved him.
They watched as their son was cleaned, weighed, and measured. The nurse handed him to Noah and everything melted away, the pain from his gunshot wound, his heartache over Rachel and the fact that he hadn't been allowed to keep Beth.
His son had a dark tuff of hair and he looked like Noah did when he was a baby. Noah looked over at Rachel who was a little pale but smiling.
"Go show him to his aunts and uncles and godmother Santana and godfather Finn."
Noah went to go show his perfect son off to the people in the waiting room who had double in the last couple of hours.
Shelby, Beth, Quinn, Finn, Mike, Artie, Tina, Kurt, Blaine, Sam, Mercedes, Brittany, and Santana jumped up once Puck entered the room.
They all surrounded him and cooed and awed at Liam.
Beth was the first to speak actual words, "What's his name?"
"Liam Noah Puckerman."
The girls awed and the men high-fived each other.
"Mr. Puckerman may I have a word?" It was Rachel's doctor. He handed his son to Santana and followed the doctor off to the side.
"Mr. Puckerman there was a slight problem."
He blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Sir afteryour son was born Rachel had a lot of bleeding we slowed it down but she lost consciousness."
Noah put his hands on top of his head and looked up, "What does this mean is she going to die?"
"We don't know we're going to watch her and hopeful she'll wake up in the next twenty-four hours," the doctor took a breath. "If she doesn't then we need to discuss a plan."
He couldn't do anything more than nodded. He had his son but at what cost. He sat in the nearest seat and placed his face in his hands.
The waiting room was eerily quiet. He felt someone sit beside him but he didn't care he was trying to focus, trying to stay in the here and now and not push everyone away. He was trying to hang on to his anger at the world instead of lasing out.
"What's wrong Puck?" It was Shelby.
He sighed and sat back in the chair looking at the floor, "Rachel loss a lot of blood and is now in a coma. The doctor isn't sure if she'll wake up."
He felt the tears slid down his cheeks but he didn't care. He held out his hands for his son which was placed in them quickly.
No one was saying anything and no body moved as Noah held his son close. Noah kissed his forehead, "We'll be okay right lil man. Mama will wake up and we'll go home." He whispered.
After a while Noah finally asked if he could see Rachel and took Liam with him. He walked in and saw how small the woman looked beside the machines.
There were IVs and tubes everywhere and Noah felt even more anger.
He held his son in one arm and grabbed Rachel's hand with the other. He felt so helpless sitting in that small room with the woman he loved hooked to machines and his newborn son resting in his arms.
He had just finished feeding Liam and was heading back to Rachel's room from the nursery when Santana came running down the hall.
"She's a wake Puck." She turned around and he followed passing her as they ran down the hall.