Quinn hopped into the passenger seat as Brooke put the key into the ignition.

"You ready?" Brooke said to a worried looking Quinn. Her eyes were wide open, resting her head on her hand. She nodded slightly, sighing heavily.

"Brooke...I'm, doing the right thing...right?"

"Quinn, you've justified your decision, we're already on our way, I can't, nor will I try to convince you to change your mind. Having a child is not everyone's thing...I guess."

"...It's not the right time..." Quinn muttered quietly to herself, though Brooke heard.

"...Quinn. Do you ever think of...you and Clay...with a child...together...all happy?"

"...No..." Quinn lied...the tall girl, laid her head on the cool window...as she closed her eyes.

**Dreaaammmm**

"Momma! Momma!" Cried a little boy ran to Quinn, holding up his index finger. She picked up the small boy and placed him onto her lap, gently grabbing his finger. "

Sweetie, what happened?" Quinn said softly, the boy sniffled, burrowing his head into Quinn's neck. She hugged him gently, not knowing what to say, nor do. Clay walked into the beach house. Seeing the image of Quinn, with their son. Together. Like a family. He noticed Quinn's eyes shot to Clay, then their son, then back to Clay. He grabbed a beer and made his way towards his wife and their 3-year-old son.

"Sweetie, do you want to tell daddy what happened with your finger?" Quinn whispered into his ear, he shook his head, which was still leaning on her shoulder.

"Buddy, why don't you want to tell us? Are you keeping a secret identity, are you Batman?" Clay said, smiling as he picked up his son from Quinn's lap. He had tears in his eyes as he held up his sore finger.

"Hurt finga, daddy. Plane be mean."

"Aw, buddy. What did the plane do?" Quinn said, smiling softly. He motioned what the planes 'did' to his parents, who had grins on their faces.

"So...The plans...attacked your finger...buddy?" Clay said, the boy nodded. Quinn watched Clay. 'He's a good father.' She thought to herself.

"Well, how about, we go get sundaes? Would that help?" Clay said excitedly, the small boy immediately jumped up from his father's lap, running towards the door.

"Ice cream? Really, Evans." Quinn said softly to her husband, as he put his hand around her waist.

"Well, it worked didn't it? He's not upset and we get sundaes. It's great day for everybody! Quinn Evans."" Quinn rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Sure... Clay, you know I love you...right?" Clay smiled as he leaned in giving his wife a passionate kiss.

"Let's go, you goof." He said, smirking.

**Ennnd off dreaamm**

"Quinn! Get up!"Brooke said as Quinn sat up panicked in the car, which was parked on the sidewalk.

"Wha..what?" Quinn mumbled rubbing her eyes. "Are we there yet? Is it time?" Brooke put her hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"Quinn...you fell alsleep...you were mumbling, about being together? And, something about a plane? I pulled the car over when you started screaming about ice cream. Quinn..." Brooke sighed heavily. "Are you defiantly sure, you want to do this?"

The pregnant girl, hesitated before nodding fiercely. "Yes, yes. It's...erm...right."

Brooke knew she was lying, but didn't want to question her. She nodded, smiling as she began to drive again, looking at Quinn from time to time.

"...Quinn... We're here. Could you put the keys in your pocket?" Brooke said, holding her hand.

Through the whole journey, Quinn sat silently, leaning her head on the window, finding the coolness comforting. She nodded as smiling nervously at Brooke, but stayed firmly in the seat as if she was glued.

"...Quinn? Are you okay?"

Quinn nodded, slowly getting out of the car, tears began to form. She walked away from the car, before stopping suddenly.

"...Brooke." She whispered, holding out her hand. Brooke softly smiled, taking her hand. She noticed Quinn trembling as she put her hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"Come on, you're going to be fine. Quinn. Remember, I'm here. Okay?"

Quinn stood in one place...her eyes filled with tears...her hands shaking.

"I...want a family..the little boy...planes...I...I...can't do this..." She whispered, running towards the car, ignoring Brooke's shouts.

She put the keys into the ignition as the tears blurred her vision. She had to get out of here. She wanted to go home, tell Clay she's pregant...to have that unity and to have that family. Tears started pouring down on her face uncontrollable as Quinn began to drive away...leaving Brooke at the clinic. Quinn reached for the tissues, in the glove department...attempting to clear her vision...as a loud horn was heard...then a bang...then screams...Quinn could taste blood...her head was sore...

"QUINN! SHE'S PREGNANT...HELP HER." She heard Brooke yell. Then...Quinn's world...became a dark surrounding.

Wooo. Draama...

Okay, so... I think this is it for the story. I feel so...uninterested and I feel like you, the readers, are uninterested too, who knows, I may just randomly re-update this story later. Aha. So...goodbye all..for now... Much love. Also, thank you to those who read, reviewed, favourited or followed.