It's time for Jesse and Rachel to meet Beth! But first, it's time for us to take a journey into Quinn's mind.

Quinn's POV

Nothing should hurt as much as labor. It's just not right. I honestly cannot understand why God hates women so much. This is a sexist world that we live in.

~flashback~

"AAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHH MAKE IT STOP" I screamed while trying to push a friggen lead weight out of my insides.

"Come on Quinn, you can do this!" cheered Puck.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

"Quinn, push!" encouraged Tina.

"I'M TRYING! IT'S NOT EASY BITCHES!"

Pain crushed me to the point of incomprehension. I might as well have been out for a few minutes; I only could hear their voices but could not make out their words. Plus, if I were unconscious, I wouldn't be feeling the pain. Minutes of sheer pain passed by, and slowly the pain became worse, but words became clear.

"Alright, she's crowning," said the delivering doctor, excitedly.

"WELL WHY CAN'T SHE JUST CROWN THE HELL OUT?"

"Push Quinn, push!" said somebody, but I couldn't figure out who.

"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed as a desperately tried to get Beth the hell out of me.

"Quinn, push!" shouted a voice, which definitely belonged to Puck.

"SHUT UP! YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK! BITCH, YOU DID THIS TO ME!"

Somehow, Tina was able to refocus me on pushing and not plotting the murder of Noah Puckerman. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, but Beth still hadn't came out of me. I was about to give up, when Puck came through for me.

"Quinn, listen to me. I'm a bitch, yes, a stupid bitch who did this to. But you see, Beth isn't a bitch. She's beautiful, because she's your daughter. Anything from you is amazing. Please, just push. You can do this. When you get Beth out of you, the pain will stop and you'll have a beautiful daughter. Plus, you'll have something on Berry. You'll have gone through labor without pain medication, due to your own stubbornness."

Five minutes later, Beth was born,

~end of flashback~

"Puck, she's absolutely beautiful," I said as I held Beth tightly.

"She's amazing," he agreed.

"Do you want to keep her?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"Yes, but I don't know if we should, Puck. We're only 16, and look how beautiful she is! She deserves a good life, and I just don't know if we're going to be able to give that to her. I desperately want to keep her, but I can't help but think that keeping her would be selfish."

"Quinn, it's your decision, but just know that if you keep her, I will give my everything to you. And if you don't, I'll give my everything to you and her, for as long as you both are with me."

"I will always be with you, Puck."

"Quinn, I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm going to give us a chance, Puck. We're going to keep her. We're going to do our best to be good parents. As selfish as it may be, I just can't part ways with her, now that she's in my arms."

"She's ours?"

"Forever. I'm sorry for calling you a bitch during labor."

"It's more than OK, labor itself is a bitch."

"You don't know the half of it."

"Are you the parents of Baby Fabray-Puckerman?" asked a nurse who walked into the room unnoticed.

"Yes," said Puck.

"You have more visitors. Their names are Rachel and Jesse. Would you like them to come visit?"

"Definitely," I said.

A few minutes later, Rachel and Jesse walked into the room holding hands. Rachel seemed nervous and unsure.

"Hey guys," said Puck, "would you like to meet our daughter?"

"I-I… yes," stammered Rachel. I could have sworn I heard an "I'm fine, Jesse" under Rachel's breath.

"Well come over hear then," I murmured in a (hopefully) encouraging tone. Having been pregnant just a few hours ago, I could sympathize with why she was afraid to be near a baby. Before I gave birth, I would always cringe near a baby or a small child; it would bring forth all the fears my pregnancy had instilled in me.

Rachel timidly walked forward with Jesse by her side.

"Hello, Beth," she cooed, "That's her name, right?"

"Yes, her full name is Beth Mariel Fabray-Puckerman," I said, enjoying the softening of both Rachel and Jesse's faces as their natural parenting instincts overcame them.

"Mariel?" asked Puck.

"Mariel was my grandmother's middle name," I explained.

"It's a beautiful name for our beautiful girl," said Puck.

"I love it," whispered Rachel.

"Here," I smiled as I passed Beth into Rachel's arms.

"Hey there, Beth. You are very pretty. Your parents love you very much, and so does your Aunt Rachel."

I'm not sure if it was the tiredness, post-partum hormones, genuine emotion, or a combination of all three, but my eyes welled up with tears at the moment. After a couple minutes of holding and speaking to Beth, Rachel gave Beth back to me.

"Would you like to hold your niece, Jesse?"

"I'm her Uncle Jesse?"

"Yes. I-I don't personally like you very much, but you're good for Rachel. And I'm very grateful of that. Rachel and Tina are becoming my sisters, and I guess, I guess that you're just becoming part of our family."

"Quinn, I, thank you," said Jesse, who was for once, not sure of what to say.

"Don't push it, St. James."

"Don't be discouraged, Jesse, she means it. And I agree with her wholeheartedly, but if you tell anyone I said that, you're dead," threatened Puck.

Beth was tucked into Jesse's arms, and for a while, everything just felt right.

Aww… I really love writing in the Jesse/Rachel and Quinn/Puck romances, and the Jesse/Quinn and Puck/Rachel friendships. Please review.