Beginning Our Life

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You're So Sweet

Sarah's Point of View

I blinked open my eyes and slowly sat up. I ran my hand over Baby Puck as I smiled down at his dad. Puck was still sleeping soundly next to me. His fist came up and rubbed his eyes before blinking them open.

"Hey," he croaked.

I ran a finger over his jaw, "You were kicking a lot last night, did you sleep alright?"

Puck groaned as he sat up, "No, I was miserable. I couldn't sleep at all."

"Sorry," I breathed.

Puck put his head in his hands, "No, it's fine. I know you haven't been sleeping all that well either. It was just one night."

"So for just one time I'll feel bad for you," I smirked.

Puck looked up and smirked back, "Thanks, I can feel the love."

I laughed and kissed the side of his lips, "Come on, I'm starving and I think Mom bought waffles."

Puck nodded and slipped out from under the covers. As his feet hit the ground and he stood up, his face paled white and he quickly sat back down, "Whoa."

I scooted to the edge of the mattress and put a hand on his forehead, feeling the slightly cool, sweaty skin, "Are you ok?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Lay down," I pushed back his shoulders, "I'll go get the thermometer even though you don't feel like you have a fever. Maybe Mom will know what's wrong."

I quickly left the room and went to the kitchen where Mom, Grace, and Finn were talking over their morning hot chocolate, something Grace insisted on.

"Mom, can you come in my room and check on Puck? He's not looking so great," I went into the cabinet and grabbed out some Motrin, it had to help with something.

"I don't think he ever looks great," Grace said softly.

Finn laughed and put his hand out, "High five to that."

I rolled my eyes and looked back at Mom, "Could you please help?"

"Of course," Mom set down her mug and followed me into my room.

Puck was leaning against the pillows, "I don't know what's wrong," he muttered, "I think I might throw up."

Mom put her hand on his forehead, "You don't have a fever. I think you should just eat and have a glass of orange juice, your sugar's probably low."

"I don't have diabetes," Puck slowly stood up.

I put my hands out so he wouldn't fall, "Still, just do it."

Puck rolled his eyes and followed Mom out the door. He quickly stopped in the hall and dove into the bathroom. Mom didn't notice, but I did and followed him.

Puck started throwing up into the toilet, "This sucks," he choked out.

"Hey, quiet down," I said softly while rubbing my hand up his back.

Puck gagged some more, "Is this how you feel?"

And that's when it clicked in my head. Not sleeping. Nausea. Morning sickness. He really was having sympathy pains. I read about it when I was looking up stuff about pregnancy. I never thought it'd actually happen though.

"Yes, exactly. You know why?" I asked in his ear.

Puck steadied himself on the toilet and shook his head.

"Because you're having sympathy pains," I whispered.

Puck glanced at me with wide eyes, "No I'm not."

I smiled softly, "Yeah, you are."

Puck opened his mouth to reply only to spin back around and vomit some more.

I stood up and walked over to the counter. I held back a laugh as I doused a wash cloth in cold water. Who knew there would be a day when Noah Puckerman would eat his words? Or rather, un-eat his words.

I went back over and placed the wash cloth on the back of his neck, "It'll end soon, don't worry."

Puck finally sat up and leaned against the wall, "I'm sorry I did this to you."

I smiled and wiped away his sweat with the wash cloth, "It's ok. It's better now that it's happening to you too."

Puck smirked, "So I really do have these pains or whatever?"

"I think so," I stood, "Come on, you need to brush your teeth and eat something."

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Mom agreed with me when I told her what I thought was happening to Puck. Finn thought it was hilarious while Grace was just worried that Puck was turning into a girl, egging on Finn's laughter.

While Puck took a shower, I couldn't resist and called Quinn.

"Hello?" she greeted.

"Hey, Quinn," I smiled.

"Hey! I haven't heard from you in a while! How are you?"

"Great! We found out we're having a boy!"

"Sarah, that's great! I bet Puck's ecstatic!"

I laughed at the mention of Puck, "Yes, he's pretty excited."

"Why the laugh? What's going on?" Quinn asked.

"You will never guess what's happening to the big and tough badass," I smirked.

"Did he cry when he saw the sonogram?" Quinn guessed.

"Nope," I shook my head, "He's having sympathy pains."

Quinn was silent before she burst into a hysterical laughter, "Really?"

I laughed as well, "Really. He couldn't sleep and had morning sickness. Before he got in the shower, he was complaining about his back hurting."

"Seriously? I bet you're in way more back pain," Quinn scoffed.

"It's not that bad yet, but it does hurt a little bit," I admitted.

"Know that I'm always here for you, Sars. You can tell me anything," Quinn told me, "I've been where you are, don't forget."

"I know," I smiled softly, "Thanks."

"So, tell me about the baby. Name ideas? Nursery? What's going on? Need help?" Quinn asked with a small laugh.

I laughed, "Ok, well Puck's stuck on Noah Jr., but I won't allow it. As a middle name, sure I'll consider Noah, but I don't want him to be a junior. Puck did mention Bentley though, and I like that idea, except Puck changed his mind when I said it was cute. We did paint the nursery, just no furniture yet. The colors and idea was Rachel's. She sent over this huge box filled with baby ideas."

"Sounds exactly like our little star," Quinn laughed.

"When I get off the phone, I'll make sure to send you a picture of what we've done," I said, "It's in my closet, or what was my closet, since that's big enough."

"That's good, he'll be close."

"Mhmm, Beth's slept there before."

"How many times has she slept over? If you don't mind me asking."

"Um, just twice, I think, maybe three times," I racked my brain, "Why? Do you want a turn?"

Quinn let out a breath, "Yes, sort of, but I guess I can wait four years."

The door opened and Puck walked in, "Hey. Who're you talking to?"

"Quinn," I answered.

"Yeah?" Quinn asked.

I laughed, "Nothing, just talking to Puck."

"Let me talk to him," Quinn said.

I bit my lip to hide the smile while passing over the phone to Puck, "She wants to talk to you."

Puck hesitantly took the phone, "What's up Fabray?...I'm sorry, I can't help it...Yes, I do feel like crap...Physically and mentally beca-...Quinn! Let me talk!...No, I'm not trying to steal Sarah's thunder...Oh, shut up Quinn, you don't understand."

I was enjoying the conversation until then. Puck's eyes went wide when he realized what he'd just said.

"No, no, I didn't mean that Q," he begged, "...I know, I know...Yes, I was there, I saw the whole thing...Yeah and it was gross...Please, Quinn, no more yelling...I'm sorry...I do mean it...Yeah, sure, here," Puck held the phone out, "The queen wants to speak to you."

I smirked while taking the phone, "Hey."

"I ripped him a new one for you," Quinn stated, "And I did hear him call me a queen, which I know was not a compliment."

"I really don't mind," I told her while watching Puck sit back on the bed, "It's sort of sweet."

Quinn scoffed, "Sarah, there is nothing sweet about your boyfriend getting jealous."

I bit my lip, "He's not jealous."

"Sars, he's jealous. You're getting all the attention, heck he's giving you all of his attention. I think that maybe he's just wanting something. No one's paid one bit of attention to him sense he graduated. It's jealousy," Quinn defended.

I sighed, "I don't know, maybe. I don't think he would fake sympathy pains though."

"He's not faking on purpose, I think it's his subconscious," Quinn said quietly.

"You should be a therapist," I laughed softly.

"Well, we'll see. I gotta go. We'll talk later?" Quinn asked.

I nodded, "Of course. Talk to you later."

The call ended and I put my phone in my pocket, "How're you feeling?" I walked over and sat next to Puck.

He shrugged, "Quinn thinks I'm jealous?"

I looked down at the floor, "I don't know."

"I'm not, don't worry," Puck continued, "I don't know why I've been feeling like crap, but I know I'm definitely not jealous of you. Throwing up whenever I stand up too fast or when I smell something weird, it sucks."

I laughed and leaned against him, "I don't think it lasts long. You're just having sympathy pains, not an actual baby."

Puck shrugged, "We'll see."

"Does your back still hurt?" I asked while moving to kneel behind him.

"A little," he spun around, "But your's is probably worse."

I quickly got off the bed and locked the door. I turned and leaned against it with a smirk, "Wanna make each other feel better?"

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Puck and I sat in the middle of the nursery looking at the magazine clippings Rachel sent to decide what we would need to buy.

There was a soft knock on the main door, "Noah? Sarah? Are you two kissing each other?"

Puck and I laughed, "No, you can come in," Puck answered.

The door opened and Grace walked in, "I didn't want to see anything bad."

"Understandable," I smiled and waved her over, "Come look at these cribs, which one do you think your nephew will like?"

Grace skipped over and sat on her brother's knee, "Is he gay like Kurt and Blaine?"

Puck choked on his water, "What?"

"The white crib looks like a girl crib," Grace pointed out, "I think if he likes girls like you, Noah, he should get the darker crib because it's more manly. Not that Kurt and Blaine aren't manly, but they're a good different. Kurt said they're special."

Puck ran a hand over his face, "You need to call Kurt again."

Grace just shrugged, "Can you get Baby Noah that blue dog in that picture?"

I glanced between her and Puck, "What did you just call him?"

Grace smiled, "Baby Noah. He's a baby version of Noah, so he's Baby Noah."

"Did you have anything to do with this?" I pointed at Puck.

Puck chuckled, "No, I actually did not."

"Hmm," I leaned back on my hands, "Alright, so what else do you think we need Grace?"

"That thing that you put the dirty diapers in," Grace grabbed a catalog and flipped through it, "Oh, and you can put his name on it!"

I laughed, "I don't know if we'll personalize it, but you're right, we do need one."

"Diapers, we need diapers," Puck announced.

Grace turned in Puck's lap, "Are you still turning into a girl?"

Puck groaned, "No, I am not turning into a girl."

"But Sarah said you're starting to feel like she does," Grace said.

Puck sighed, "No, I'm fine."

"Are you?" I asked.

Puck nodded, "My head just hurts, but I haven't thrown up in an hour, I think that's an accomplishment."

I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Yes it is, I'm glad you're ok."

"I don't get it," Grace stated and slipped onto the carpet where she went down on her stomach, "So is there a baby in you, Noah? I thought babies could only go in girls."

I burst into a fit of laughter, avoiding Puck's glare.

"No, there is not a baby in me," Puck gritted out through his teeth, "For some stupid reason my head is making me act like Sarah...or something."

"It's not stupid," I put my hand on his arm, "It's sweet."

Puck rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I hate it."

I laughed and kissed his cheek, "You'll be fine, I promise."

"What are we going to do for my birthday?" Grace suddenly asked, she looked up at us with expectant eyes.

Puck chuckled and ruffled her hair, "School hasn't started yet, we don't need to worry about your birthday now."

Grace stuck her bottom lip out, "You're so mean."

"We have-what?-a month till your birthday, don't push us," I smirked at Grace.

"Maybe I want a name for my birthday," she thought out loud.

"Nope," Puck stated, "Despite me hating Mom, she gave you that name and you have to keep it. I will not allow you to change your name, Grace Marie Puckerman."

Grace rolled her eyes, "I don't want to change my name, Noah, I want to name your baby."

My eyes widened, "Sorry, but what?"

"For my birthday, I want to name my nephew," Grace sat up with a smile on her face.

Puck exchanged a look with me out of the corner of our eyes. I could see the panic across his face that I knew was probably on mine.

"I don't know, Grace, maybe you could just give us ideas," I suggested.

"Fine," Grace grumbled, "What about Eric? Kyle? Christopher?"

"No to Kyle, definitely no," I shook my head and shuddered at the memory, "But Eric isn't bad."

"Wait," Puck put his hand out, "Why Eric?"

Grace smiled, "Like in the Little Mermaid."

Puck rolled his eyes, "I'm not naming my son after a Disney prince."

Grace crossed her arms, "This stinks, what about Christopher though? Like your dad?"

I thought about it. I sort of liked the idea of naming my son after Dad, it was kind of sentimental.

"I don't know," Puck said quietly.

Grace and I both looked at him, "Why?" we asked.

Puck shrugged, "It's just...Mr. Chris was a great guy and all, but Sarah," he looked at me pleadingly, "You know why that isn't a good idea."

I bit my lip, "Puck, he was my dad."

"I know, but," he sighed, "Sars, he was a drug addict," he whispered.

I quickly stood, "I loved him, Noah, he was my dad and I know that he didn't die exactly how we thought he would have, but still."

"Sarah, please," Puck stood and reached for my hand, which I pulled back, "I don't want to name my son Christopher."

"You loved him," I snapped, "And he loved you. I don't care if he was a drug addict, he was my father. I'm going to name my son Christopher and you can't do anything about it," I looked at Grace, "Thanks for the idea, looks like you will get your birthday gift after all," I spun on my heel and left my room.

I angrily walked into the kitchen where Burt was reading the paper while Mom was cooking dinner. I threw open the door and pulled out an apple which I bit into.

"Someone's not in a good mood," Mom observed.

"Puck doesn't want to name our baby Christopher because he said Dad was a drug addict," I stated while sitting down across from Burt.

"And what do you want?" Burt asked.

"I like the idea," I answered after taking another bite.

"Sarah, naming your baby is a big responsibility. They're stuck with it the rest of their life, at least until they turn 18," Mom started, "But until then, it would be best if both parents were in agreement over the name so there wasn't any fights."

I groaned, "But Mom-"

"No buts," Mom pointed the wooden spoon at me, "You both have to agree on the name. You're going to be parents and if you want to prove to me and Burt that you two can care for a baby, then you should be responsible and respectful to each other. Maybe you can try to make Noah see your side, but make sure you listen to his argument as well. Maybe you can compromise."

I sighed, "I'll think about it."

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

I managed to go the rest of the evening without talking or really looking at Puck. I don't understand why it bothered me so much, but I just couldn't really stand him at the moment.

That was until I passed the bathroom and heard loud gagging noises.

I tentatively pushed open the door, "Noah, is that you?"

"Sarah, go," he choked out, "You don't want to be around me for some reason, so just leave."

I closed the door and rushed over, "Puck, stop, let me take care of you."

Puck shook his head and started throwing up again.

I ran over to the sink and wet the towel, "Just breathe, it's not too bad after a minute," I hurriedly put the cool cloth against his neck. I stayed next to Puck for the next minute as he cooled down.

Puck finally sat back, "Thanks," he muttered and looked away.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you earlier," I whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Puck whispered back, "I can't do anything about it."

I winced and ran my hand over his sweaty forehead, "No, you can. I don't want to name our baby Christopher."

Puck looked up, "Sarah, if you really want to, we can."

"What if Christopher's his middle name?" I asked with a small smile.

Puck smiled back, "I'm fine with that."

"Really?" my smile grew.

Puck nodded, "Really."

I was about to kiss him when I remembered what he was just doing, so I kissed his cheek, "Thanks."

Puck chuckled, "No problem."

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up then I can thank you properly," I stood and tugged on his arm.

Puck laughed, but followed my lead, "Looking forward to it."

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

A/N: What'd you think? And just so you know, I did look up sympathy pains, which are real, so everything was good. PLEASE REVIEW with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! I'm open to any of your thoughts!

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FinchelFan728 - So am I, but I'm sure it'll be good.

Tyra - It's ok. And thanks! I'm glad you like it!

dance-sing-live - lol :) Thanks for the review!

smilin steph - Good thing she has enough people to cuddle! :)

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Sneak Peak: I stared down at my hand in amazement. It was like Baby Puck was trying to tell me something.

Baby Puck takes the next step in his life!