The line at the grocery store was too long. She could have gone to the speedy checkout if she had only gotten the one thing she came in for. But of course she managed to pick up over ten items. And now she was stuck in this line behind a man in a scooter waiting for the pimply faced new cashier to finish his giant order. Okay, maybe she was testy today. You would be too if you were in her position.

Finally that order was done. Quinn placed her items on the conveyor belt. Pretzels, ice cream, ponytail holders, oatmeal, Lysol, nail polish, a magazine, body wash for Sam, pencils, pickles, and last the offending objects. Well it really wasn't offending but she was worried what people would think. Maybe it stemmed back to her sophomore year but she couldn't help it. She was now twenty-two years old and had been dating Sam for two and a half years. It wasn't like she had a one night stand like her sophomore year. No, Quinn was in a very committed relationship with the man she was in love with. Still, the stigma of buying a pregnancy test when you weren't exactly ready to have a baby stayed with her.

Quinn paid the cashier and headed out of the store. Did she buy things she didn't need? Yes. She didn't need nail polish. Rachel had been over three days ago with tons of new colors. Quinn hardly ever wore her hair up except when she was working out so ponytail holders weren't necessary. Sam always smelled impeccable and they kept plenty of body wash for him so that wasn't a necessity. But she panicked and just grabbed and put it in her basket.

Once she was home, Quinn left all of her extra groceries, except the ice cream, out on the counter. She took the home pregnancy test to the bathroom and locked the door. She didn't know why she locked the door. It wasn't like she lived with anyone but Sam and he wasn't due back from work for a couple of hours. It was just her and the little stick. Plus or minus would tell her what the results were. And then she had about four others to take just in case. Hey, you never know, right?

She waited the ten minutes they box told her to and picked up the little stick. Her future could possibly change based on the results. During the ten minutes she thought about what if it was positive and what if it was negative. Positive meant baby. Quinn knew that. She also knew that this baby would not be given up. She couldn't do that again. Giving up Beth was the hardest thing she had ever done. And sometimes Sam had to hold her as she cried over the loss of her firstborn. And Quinn knew that Sam would refuse to give up their child. Negative meant no baby. They would continue on with their lives. Quinn would graduate in a month with a degree in drama from Yale. She would look for jobs, knowing that as soon as Sam graduated they would move to California so she could make it big.

Time to look. She picked the stick up and saw the little minus sign. Quinn sank to the floor. She should be relieved right? She should be happy that things weren't going to change. But a part of her, a big part, was actually disappointed.

A month later and Quinn was still feeling those pregnancy symptoms. But there was no way, right? The stick said no. And with Beth the test had been right the first time. So why was she puking? Why hadn't her monthly visit happened in forever? Quinn had just graduated from college four days ago and she had been trying to look for a job. No luck yet. So today she was just laying in bed because what else did she have to do? She had no interviews scheduled. And Sam had left for his Maymester class an hour ago. So she just laid in bed.

That's when Quinn remembered the unopened tests in the top of her closet. She hadn't thrown them out but she had hid them from Sam. She didn't want any questions. The girl jumped up and walked to her closet, standing on her tip-toes to grab the small box. A couple of other boxes fell down on her but in the end she had the one she wanted in her hand. Quinn sat down on her bed and opened the box up. She took one of the unopened tests out and quickly removed the packaging before reading the instructions. This one was a digital one which should be able to tell her easier, right?

After she followed the instructions to the letter, Quinn checked the digital stick. Well, more like she closed her eyes with it in front of her until she could get the nerve up to look at it. She was already use to the idea that she wasn't pregnant. But what if she was?

The girl opened her eyes to see the words 'PREGNANT.' Quinn let out a little squeal and jumped up two times before shaking her head and laughing at herself. So maybe she was kind of excited about it. She was having a baby with the man she loved. She was having a baby she could keep and feed and clothe and bathe and do everything with. She would watch the baby's first steps and hear the baby's first words. She needed to call a doctor and get an appointment soon. Preferably when Sam didn't have class or work. She wanted him there with her.

Sam. How was she going to tell him? She wasn't afraid that he would be mad or anything but how do you tell your boyfriend you are expecting a child? Well, she had an hour to figure it out.

The girl decided to show him with food. That was cool, right? She picked up some baby back ribs from a restaurant, bought baby carrots, baby corn, baby potatoes and decided to make him lunch. That would be okay, right? She hoped it would.

Sam walked in right on time and walked into the kitchen. Quinn turned and smiled at him. She kissed his lips and he could tell she was a bit nervous but let it go. She had been getting sick lately and Sam hoped she was okay.

"Lunch Is on the table. Go ahead and sit down. I'm going to make drinks and I'll be right there."

Quinn watched as Sam sat down at the table. She took her time making the tea. She wanted to see if he caught on to what she had done. But it didn't seem like it. The girl sighed to herself and walked over, putting his tea in front of him. She sat down and looked at him. He was so cute and clueless.

"Do you like lunch? Baby back ribs, baby carrots, baby corn, baby potatoes..."

"Yeah, looks good Quinn. Thanks!"

Quinn rolled her eyes to herself. He could be so dense sometimes. She licked her lips and took a bite of her carrot. But she wasn't in the mood to eat yet. She just wanted him to figure it out. It's not like she could actually tell him.

"Do you notice anything about the food?" she asked after a moment.

"Umm...little food...Q, I'm starving. Do we have more food than this?"

"No...I mean, do you see a pattern?"

"Um...no, colors and shapes are all different..."

Quinn put her fork down and looked at him. Sam looked back, confusion clear on his face. He was confused and though Quinn was upset, she did feel bad for him. The girl shook her head and laughed a little.

"Really you big doofus? That's all you are looking for? Baby, the keyword is baby...Sam...we are going to have a baby," she told him, taking his hand in hers.

She watched to see what his reaction would be. He looked almost like he didn't believe her, like she was joking with him. But it was no joke. Not in the least. But then he broke out in a grin. Quinn laughed as Sam stood up and picked her up from her chair, wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around. They were going to have a baby.