I finally managed to find an inspiration to keep on writing this fic, but forgive me if the chapter is not as good as the previous ones. The lack of my muse may affect the writing.

Let me know what you think about it and hope you are still interested in it

Warning: G!P Quinn

CHAPTER 9

Both women had lost count of how many minutes had passed, since Harmony had been back into her hospital room sleeping, profoundly. Quinn was still pacing back and forth, unable to sit still and feeling powerless about her daughter's situation; Rachel, instead, sat beside the sedated brunette, holding onto her little hand and stroking her hair away from her forehead. Hadn't it been for Quinn's quick response, Harmony would have been even in a more dangerous situation and she would have probably never forgiven herself, if something ever happened to their precious bundle of joy.

"She is strong...she will be back on her feet, in no time." Quinn rested her hands on her ex's shoulders and looked down at their daughters, needing to find strength in each other despite their current situation. "She looks so defenseless, in this bed."

"I know...she looks so small." Rachel laced their fingers together and kept on stroking the child's hair with her free hand. "Remember when she first started crawling? Once she started, she never seemed to want to stop." She chuckled and looked up at the blonde, who nodded with a smile and looked back down at the little brunette.

"Or when she started talking? She definitely inherited the Berry ramble." Quinn took a seat beside the brunette woman, who held onto her hand a little tighter and unconsciously rested her head against her shoulder. "If I hadn't been so engrossed with my work, I could have detected the symptoms earlier."

"You did all you could do, Quinn. The surgery went well, now she only needs to wake up." Rachel closed her eyes and pressed her throbbing temple against the blonde's forearm, trying to ignore the headache caused by sleep deprivation and worry.

"You look tired, Rachel. Get some shuteye and I'll watch over her" The photographer led the older brunette toward the couch into the room and, after some initial resistance, she managed to get her to lie down and close her eyes. "I'll wake you up, if something changes." She took her jacket off and draped it over the already dozing off brunette, who snuggled more under it and succumbed to sleep in a matter of few minutes.

Ten minutes had passed since Rachel had fallen asleep, when a knock on the door happened and Finn slipped inside the room with another cup of hot coffee for his best friend. Quinn thanked him silently and just let herself be wrapped into his strong grip, burying her head into his chest and sighing deeply against the fabric of his shirt. In moments like these, she was grateful for having strong friends that had her back and that she could count on.

"How's my little niece doing?" He whispered against her hair, casting a quick glance to the brunette child who hadn't moved since having been brought into the room.

"Still asleep, hopefully the pain won't be unbearable when she wakes up." Quinn muttered against his shoulder and rested her head there for a little longer, before pulling back and reaching for the cup he still held in his hand. "You should go home, Finn. Your shop won't open itself, you know?" She chuckled and kissed his cheek gently.

"The shop is the last thing on my mind, right now. I was thinking about running back to your places and get you a change of clothes or something. I am sure you won't want to leave Harmony's side."

"That'd be very generous of you, man." Quinn nodded and handed him the key to her apartment. "Rachel's key should be under the 3rd stone in the driveway." She sat back down on her chair by the little girl's bed and took a long sip from her mug. "Thank you for everything, Finn." She smiled tiredly at him as he left the room and closed the door behind himself.

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When Quinn woke up, that morning, she found herself unable to take her eyes off the sleeping brunette beside her. The way her hair curled around her face. The precise angle of her arm, covering her eyes, that left part of her chest exposed to her hungry eyes and bathed in the warm morning light. The steady way her chest rose and fell. Everything was perfect, in her eyes and she just couldn't help herself but wanting to marry that woman, right then and right there. She was ready.

The blonde reached for her camera on the nightstand and slipped out of bed in her naked glory, to take pictures of the sleeping singer who was unaware of the interest she had created in her lover. Quinn moved around the bed, taking pictures of every angle, every dip and every small detail that defined Rachel as her "perfect and only muse". When she felt she had taken enough pictures, she sat her camera down and crawled in bed with the other woman, brushing her lips along her left shoulder and caressing her side under the blanket draped over her.

"Had fun with your pictures?" Rachel stirred against her girlfriend, who just tightened her grip around her and tugged her back against her front. "I don't know whether to feel flattered or creeped out by your constant need to take pictures of me." She turned around to face the photographer, who scoffed and playfully slapped her butt. "Oh, you know I was joking baby." She circled Quinn's neck with her arms and kissed her lingeringly, making sure to nibble on her bottom lip as she pulled away.

"You are mean, first in the morning." The blonde rolled on her other side and put a pillow over her head, playing the "offended" card that always worked on the brunette.

"Oh don't be like that, I was joking…" Rachel tried to roll her girlfriend on her back, but to no avail. She tugged and pulled, but the girl was counteracting with as much strength to keep herself in that position with her back to the brunette. "Fine. No bacon, then." The singer sneaked her hand down her girlfriend's body and tugged at the base of her already hard cock, making the blonde moan. "I was meant to surprise you, knowing how much you like your meat." She whispered against the blonde's shoulder, still teasingly running her hand up and down her rigid length.

"You do not play fair, do you know that?" Quinn groaned and pinned the brunette against the bed, breathing hard for the excitement. "You are a mean and unfair player, Miss Rachel Berry." She looked down at the smaller woman, who had turned her smirk into a loving smile.

"But you love me…" Rachel chuckled and cupped the back of her head, tugging her down to press a soft kiss against her lips. "And I love you too." She whispered against the blonde's lips, rolling them back over to pick up right from where they had left things off, the previous night.

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When Finn opened the front door, he was surprised to find a woman's high heel sitting in the middle of the foyer along with a man jacket; the thought of Rachel leaving the house in a hazy mess crossed his mind, given how Harmony had been rushed to the hospital and tidying the place up was not a priority for her. He went to move upstairs, where he knew Harmony and Rachel's rooms were, when something caught his eyes in the living room. A flaming red dress was hanging from one of the lamps and other clothes were strewn all around, making a mess on the usually pristine living room floor. Curiosity took the best of him and as soon as he was able to get a glimpse of the couch, his puzzled face turned into an angry scowl.

"Fucking asshole." Finn grabbed the clothes from the floor and threw them at the sleeping forms on the couch, naked and still reeking of sex like the rest of the room. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of this house, jerk." He grabbed Brody from his hair and threw him onto the floor, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What the fuck man? Who do you think you are to come into my house and manhandle me? Do you know who you are messing up with?" Brody get back on his feet and got into Finn's face, not bothering to put any clothes on while his companion for the night got dressed.

"A spoiled asshole? Get dressed, pack your shit and get the hell out of Rachel and Harmony's lives or I'll turn your face into a blueberry with my fists." The ex-soldier pushed him back and watched him stumble back onto the coffee table, effectively crashing it. "You have 15 minutes, Brody."

"Are you that stupid? Rachel won't ever believe you over me. You are a fucking guest here." He had put his boxers back on and went to throw a punch to Finn, who easily dodged it and kicked him hard into the groin, watching him fall on his knees panting.

"I won't repeat myself, buddy. Grab your stuff and leave, or I'll trash them and I'll send you back to your daddy with an ambulance." Finn patted his cheek and walked upstairs to get Harmony and Rachel something to change into. Fifteen minutes later, Finn waited by the front door with a duffel bag at his feet, waiting for the other man to come down and give the keys back.

"What's in that for you, huh? Are you fucking Rachel now? That's why she sent you here?" Brody scoffed as he carried his two suitcases downstairs, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket.

"You are such a pig, you know that? If you weren't such a self conceited asshole, you'd notice there's a duffel bag with clothes at my feet and why would Rachel leave in the middle of the night, huh?" Finn snatched the keys off his hand and opened the door. "Don't show your face here, anymore. Don't contact her. Don't try and drop by at work. It's over." He kept the door open and waited for Brody to go out, before slamming it hard behind him. Hopefully that chapter in Rachel's life was gone and done.

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When Rachel dropped by Quinn's workplace, with every intention of surprising her girlfriend with a BLT sandwich and a vanilla latte, she didn't expect to find the blonde behind a camera exchanging flirty jokes with one of the models she was working with. She stood by the buffet table, with her arms crossed and fuming with jealousy, watching the red haired model effectively throwing herself at the blonde photographer, who did absolutely nothing to stop the flirting or at least to turn it down.

"Hey Berrylicious, coming to check on Q-ball?" Puck stood beside her, smirking at the look of pure jealousy and anger on the girl's face. "Do not go hard on her, she is only doing her job by keeping the clients happy." He grabbed a couple of chips and popped them into his mouth, chewing happily on them.

"And how is she doing that? By fucking them?" She ignored the knowingly smirk from the boy and put on her best fake smile, when Quinn and the model walked their way still chatting to each other in a way that sounded too "friendly" for her own liking. "Hey baby, surprise!" She draped her arms around the girl's neck and pulled her into a hard kiss, as soon as she was within arm's reach.

"Hey Rach." Quinn mumbled against the woman's lips, surprised to see the brunette hang there where she worked. "You finished your rehearsal earlier?" She went to nuzzle her nose against hers, but the singer's attention had already shifted to the model staring at them.

"Hi, I am Rachel Berry. You might know me for my successful Broadway shows and for being Quinn's girlfriend, of course."She extended her hand to the red haired woman, who stared back at her without saying anything. "Honey, I brought you lunch, why don't we go to your office to enjoy it?" She turned to the blonde, who smiled tightly and was effectively dragged there by the brunette.

"What's up with you, today?" Quinn released her hand from the brunette's grip, as soon as they were inside the office and crossed her arms over her chest. "You were rude to one of my clients and you do not treat me like your puppet. How would you feel if I pulled something like that in front of one of your castmates or a director?"

"Oh right, and how do you think I felt when you were too busy eyefucking that model huh? Do you do that with every model or did I happen to pass by on the "let's give it away" day?" Rachel snorted and took a seat on the edge of her desk, throwing the bag onto the desk carelessly. "Is that your way to make your clients happy? By fucking them behind a closed door?"

"Do you seriously think I'd cheat on you? I thought we were on the same page here. I used to fuck around before us, Rachel." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed in deeply. "I've been more than loyal to you. I opened up to you and this is what I get for letting my fucking walls down with you?"

"You are so frustrating, Quinn. Did you even notice the way that girl was throwing herself at you or is it just flattering? Does it streak your ego?" She pushed herself off the desk and grabbed her purse. "When you decide this relationship is more important than winning some "notches in the bedpost" competition with Puck, let me know." Rachel went for the door but a strong hand grabbed onto her wrist, effectively stopping her. "Let me go, jerk."

"I want to marry you, Rachel." Quinn cupped her face with both hands and stared deeply into her eyes. "I want to marry you and have a life with you, how does that sound huh? I've been carrying a freaking ring in my pocket since that morning I woke up and started taking pictures with you, three weeks ago." She pinned the brunette against the door and rested their foreheads together. "I love you and only you, Rachel."

"By the way, I am so not accepting this as proposal." Rachel dropped her bag onto the floor and gripped her girlfriend's hips, tugging her closer as their mouths clashed together. Teeth nipped on lips while fingers undid buttons and zippers, relieving their bodies of the constraints that clothes caused them.

The blonde found herself sprawled on her office couch, legs dangling off the arm because it was shorter than her own height but it would still be the most comfortable surface in the whole room. Her hands gripped the brunette's hips, helping her sit right on top of her and taking every inch of her already painfully erect member inside her core; she gasped at the abundant wetness that she found there and held herself from blowing it too soon.

"I'll never get used to how wet you are for me…" Quinn sat up and buried her face between Rachel's bare bouncing breasts, nuzzling and licking the skin around her dark nipples. Her hips thrusted up and down off the couch, slamming her hardness inside the brunette who could only moan out in pleasure and hold onto her blonde tresses for support.

"Oh fuck baby…" Rachel buried her face against her hair, gripping her shoulders as her own lower body moved up and down the girl's cock, choosing the path and the strength behind each thrust. Her walls clenched tightly around the girth, at the feeling of the mushroom head pressing hard against her cervix and of her clit pressing against the girl's pelvis.

"Holy hell, Rach…" Quinn's right hand slipped between their sweaty bodies, pressing against the throbbing nub and making the girl on top almost collapse in her arms, limpless. "You feel so good around me." She moaned into the singer's ear and took the leading of their horizontal dance, leveraging most of her weight on her feet to be able to slam hard into the girl above.

"Oh hell, don't stop…" Rachel buried her face into her girlfriend's neck, nipping hard at the skin below her pulse point as her legs circled her slender hips, trapping the girl's cock inside of her with no chances for her to even pull out completely.

"God yes." She gripped her asscheeks with both hands and stilled her moving hips, taking the thrusting up to a different and faster notch. Rolling them over, she pinned the brunette against the side of the couch and rammed her cock in and out of her core, fighting the resistance coming from the walls clenching harder around her with each thrust. She kept on sliding in and out of her and pressing down onto her hardened clit, until the girl's walls started fluttering around her member as a sign of her very strong orgasm.

"Fuck Quinn!" Rachel screamed into the girl's shoulder, feeling her core gush out and wrap the girl's still thrusting member in her own wetness. Her folds throbbed and her clit ached for the intensity of her pleasure, but the blonde had no intentions to stop bringing her pleasure. "Too sensitive baby.." She felt her walls flutter in a second and lighter orgasm, that still hadn't triggered the photographer's orgasm.

"Just a little bit more baby..:" Quinn panted in her ear, as she drew her member back from inside her and just rubbed the wet length up and down her folds, making sure to circle her nub with her leaking tip. "God I am so close.." She pumped her slick dick with one hand and kept on rubbing her tip against the other girl's clit, until her own pleasure took over and her tip started leaking her own thick cum all over the brunette's pussy.

"Oh my...oh god, Quinn." Rachel brought their lips together and just opened her legs wider, feeling the girl's warm release coate her already wet folds and trail down to her fluttering hole. She moaned into the girl's mouth and tugged her closer, letting her twitching dick press in between them as they collapsed back against the couch behind them.

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When Harmony stirred awake, she looked around the unfamiliar room and was surprised to find her mommies standing by the window, hugging like they used to before they had separated. She wanted to speak, but her throat was too dry and hurt too much. She just wanted a glass of water, but didn't want to interrupt their moment. What to do? She could have reached for the small glass on her bedside table, but her side hurt whenever she stretched, she decided to call out for help.

"Mommy? Mom?" Harmony rasped out, bring a hand to her throat that started aching as soon as she called them.

"Baby, you are finally awake" Rachel pulled back from her ex's embrace and walked toward their daughter's bed, cupping her rosy cheek and pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead. "How are you feeling baby? Does it ache anywhere?" She looked down into her eyes with worry and maternal concern.

"Maybe she wants some water, Rach." Quinn grabbed the glass from the table and put a straw inside of it before holding it at her mouth's level. "Take short and slow sips, baby." With her other hand she stroked her brunette locks and just looked down at her with a soft and warm smile. "You got us so worried, baby girl. Uncle Finn and your Aunts are waiting outside for you."

"Can they come in?" Harmony pulled back from the glass and looked up at the two women, with hope.

"I'll go call them, okay?" She dipped down to kiss her forehead softly and walked out of the door to go call the other adults still waiting outside, to deliver the good news that she was okay and fully awake.

"Mom?" Harmony turned toward Rachel, who had taken a set on the edge of her bed and was back to stroking her hair away from her slightly damp forehead. "Can Mommy come home with us when I am discharged?" She reached for her mom's hand and hold onto her fingers, while waiting for her answer but they were interrupted by Finn and Santana and Brittany walking into the room carrying gifts for the little patient. "Are those for me?" She squealed in a complete Berry style and welcomed every hug and stuffed toy placed in her hands, as the other three adults walked around the bed to check on her themselves.

"Is everything okay?" Quinn walked up to her suddenly silent ex and tried to look into her eyes, but Rachel was already off in her own thoughts and there was no way she could decipher what she was thinking, unless she was made aware of whatever was going on in her mind. For now, she stood there beside her and watched their daughter being showered with attention by her extended family.

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