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A/N: Hey baby, I'm your big sister...
Beth tossed and turned in her bed all night. By the time she woke up on Friday morning, she realised that almost everything she had wanted to know had been skimmed over, bypassed and actually she was quite impressed. Quinn had baffled her with so much information that Beth had been distracted from her original enquiry. But she wondered if Puck was right about Robyn, about her father. That would be quite cool, to be the holder of information for a change.
"Hey, sweetie," Shelby said as she opened Beth's bedroom door. "Quinn just called to remind you that you are staying at school with her until Puck picks you both up for the doctor appointment, alright?" she said pleasantly then headed downstairs to make breakfast.
"I remember," Beth replied with a forced smile. It was only yesterday that Quinn had told her about it, she hadn't forgotten already. Beth sighed and flopped over onto her back. "Yes, I'm getting up now," she shouted back in answer to her mom's reminder to get up and get in the shower. Beth growled and dragged herself into her bathroom.
"What's up with you?" Robyn asked as Beth sighed once again. Beth hadn't spoken at all, all she'd done all morning was sigh and flop around in the manner of teens and pre-teens the world over. "You can tell me, you know," she encouraged her friend to talk.
"Doesn't even matter," Beth replied, she didn't want to talk about stuff with anyone outside of Puck, Quinn and her mom. And apparently, this Rachel person was coming to visit next week, she'd been informed just before she left the house to get the bus to school. Beth frowned even harder and sighed again.
"Ok," Robyn whispered to herself and left Beth to it.
"There he is," Quinn said as Puck pulled into the parking lot, she and Beth watched as he maneuvered his way around the tight space to come to a stop beside them. "Hi," she said with a happy smile on her face as she opened the rear passenger door for Beth. "In you get, honey," she encouraged then climbed into the front seat herself.
"Hey," Puck murmured as he pressed a quick kiss to Quinn's shiny lips before he turned and winked at Beth. "Hey," he said to her too, "are you excited for this?" he asked. Beth nodded though she was a little unsure, she wasn't entirely sure that she was ready for this momentous event in her life.
It was a quick ride to Dr Wen's office, Puck sang along with the radio, Beth joined in too, although much quieter. Quinn couldn't manage a word. What if the test had been wrong? What if, when they got there, Dr Wen looked with his ultrasound equipment and there was nothing there? Quinn felt physically sick.
"Good afternoon," the pleasant looking doctor said as he rose to shake hands with all three of them. "It's really nice that you've made this a family event," he said with a glance towards Beth. "And what's your name, young lady?" he asked.
"Beth Corcoran," Beth answered and shrank back in her seat, she really didn't want to come to any attention just now, she just wanted to blend into the background and let Puck and Quinn take all the attention.
"We actually had Beth when we were just sixteen years old," Puck explained once again, "and she was adopted, hence the name, and just recently we have reconnected with Beth and her mother, so, here she is, to meet the newest member of our family," he added with a sort of voice that encouraged the doctor to get on with the appointment rather than ask any more questions.
"Fine, so, you know what to expect," Dr Wen said with a smile at Quinn. "First of all, I need these to be filled," he said and handed her a couple of thin, test tube like bottles. "Bathroom is that way," he indicated the direction. Quinn went out of the room, this had been the part that she had hated so much. As directed, Quinn left the bottles on the shelf in the bathroom and pressed the buzzer to alert the nurse that she had samples to test, then returned to Dr Wen's office. "Ok, good, so, next step, we'll take a look, see how far along we are," he muttered as he made notes on his computer.
"We?" Quinn thought mutinously. "I don't see any 'we' when I'm on my knees puking."
Puck took hold of Quinn's hand very, very carefully, he could almost see her hackles rise as the doctor continued talking. "Oh crap," he sighed to himself, "I think we need to find a new OB, I don't think this one is going to work out too well."
"Who is this fool?" Beth thought. "I hate it when people say we instead of you, like they are there with you. I don't think so."
"This way please," Dr Wen called as he stood and went to the door to another room. All three followed him with varying degrees of trepidation. Quinn was shivering with nerves, Puck was quite excited and Beth was apprehensive, she'd never actually seen an ultrasound scan before, she'd never had any reason to, and she wasn't entirely sure of what it would show, she didn't particularly want a close up view of Quinn's liver or kidneys.
"Now, let's get ourselves comfortable," Dr Wen encouraged and helped Quinn to get into the best position for a good viewing. "I'll take some measurements first and then we'll turn the screen round for mommy and daddy to see, ok?"
"Again with the 'we' business," Beth growled in her head.
Quinn held herself back from snapping at the doctor, Puck wondered if any of the teachers that Quinn worked with had any better OB's in their phone books, because this guy was seriously pissing him off. Beth rolled her eyes and pulled a face, Puck caught sight of it and gave her a wink and a half smile, they grinned at each other.
After what seemed like an age, when Quinn was about ready to climb off the couch and cover up her rounded stomach, she'd decided that the doctor hadn't been able to find a baby at all, she'd decided that she wasn't really pregnant, she'd just eaten way too much of Ruth's barbecue chicken. "Here we are," Dr Wen said with a touch of thrilled excitement. "Now, I must say, baby in this position, it is extremely clear what gender it is, do we want to know?" he asked with his eyebrows up and his eyes wide.
Puck glanced at Quinn and at Beth, they both nodded. "We sure do," he replied, with the emphasis on the 'we' part.
"Ok, mommy, daddy, big sister," Dr Wen said, prolonging the wait as he very slowly turned the screen their way, "meet the future Master Puckerman," he announced.
"Wow," Puck cried, Jeez, the doctor hadn't been kidding, it was blatantly obvious what the baby was. "Go, son," he whispered.
"Oh, no, no, that's the umbilical cord," Dr Wen corrected with a muffled chuckle. "You would be surprised how many people confuse that with...that," he reassured Puck as he pointed at a much smaller piece of male anatomy, "but it's still there," he told him.
Beth could barely contain the laughter, she knew exactly what Puck thought it was, secretly she had thought so too, but she would probably never admit that. "Wow," she sighed as she studied the baby's - her brother's - face. The 3D image made it seem as though they were looking at a photograph. "Oh, how cool," she exclaimed when the baby turned himself the whole way over. "He's mooning us," she giggled. "What are we going to call him?" she asked Puck, and glanced at the oblivious doctor.
Puck caught on straight away, he loved that Beth was mocking the guy, that she felt that she could share a secret like that with him. "I don't know, I think we may have to call a family conference, won't we?" he replied. Quinn wiped the tears away and looked again at the tiny human inside her. She wanted to speak, she wanted to say something but she didn't think she possibly could, not past the huge lump that was lodged in her throat. "So, how far along are we?" Puck asked and felt the nudge on his foot from Beth.
"Fourteen weeks and three days according to this, and believe me, the data is incredibly accurate," Dr Wen said with pride, "we have an expected due date of April 11th," he told Quinn, who was still struggling to contain her emotions. "And this is one happy, healthy little boy," he added.
"Wow," Puck sighed as he stared at the wiggling shape on the screen. "Can we get some pictures? DVDs?" he asked, after he'd kissed Quinn's knuckles over and over again. "My mom would spit if we didn't get them," he grinned. Dr Wen nodded and pressed buttons on the console. "Oh my God," he sighed quietly when the doctor handed him the pictures. "It's like a photograph," he said and showed Quinn. "They weren't this good when you were in there," he told Beth then hugged her close and studied the picture with her. "Look, look at that, he has the exact same nose as you, thank God, at least you both got Quinn's nose and not mine," he pointed out with a slight laugh.
"He's beautiful," Beth sighed as she saw even more detail in the close up picture of the baby's face.
"You're beautiful," Quinn told Beth softly as she sat up on the edge of the examining table. Beth leaned into Quinn's hug, as naturally as she had ever done with Shelby, Quinn held in the sob that bubbled up from her chest. For the first time in twelve years, Quinn felt totally at peace with her decision to give her daughter to another woman to raise, because despite how many times she had uttered the words, she had never truly felt that it was the right thing to do. Now, in the face of finally becoming a parent at the grand old age of twenty-nine, she knew that her sixteen-year-old self would have disintegrated under the pressure. She was just thankful that Beth seemed to have forgiven her.
"He truly is a beauty," Shelby agreed as she peered at the picture with Beth. "He looks like you," she told her and kissed her daughter's head. "Are you pleased that you went?" she asked.
"Yes, it was very interesting," Beth replied as she studied the picture over and over. She was actually trying to imagine herself in that place, in that context, and trying to imagine what Quinn had felt like. "I don't think I'd want to go to any other appointments," she admitted, "but I'd like to go to the ultrasound ones, just to keep seeing George grow," she told her mom with a grin.
"Is that what they're going to call the baby? George?" Shelby asked as she turned to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Nope, it's what I've decided to call him, he looks like a George," Beth grinned then spun away to head upstairs to do her homework so that she had the rest of her weekend clear to chill and do nothing.
"Ah, he is so sweet," Ruth crooned as she poured over the picture of her grandson. "Will you call him Noah?" she asked Puck excitedly.
"I think one Noah Puckerman is enough for any family," Quinn teased and rubbed her hand across her stomach. It was only slightly rounded, she just looked like she hadn't exercised for a while, or like she'd had a really big meal, she didn't actually look pregnant yet. Quinn couldn't wait to be able to wear maternity clothes. Unlike the last time, she wasn't doing a thing to hide this pregnancy, she had decided that she would just flaunt it, if anyone guessed, if they figured it out, she'd admit it happily, proudly. Actually, she wanted to yell it from the rooftops, now that she had actual physical, visible proof.
"Mom," Puck sighed and rubbed her shoulders from behind her, "you know how you always think that every single person on the planet should have a good Hebrew name?" he asked her, Ruth glanced over her shoulder to see her son's face. "Female line, mom, just bear in mind that technically, junior in there isn't of Hebrew descent," he reminded her.
"But if Quinn," Ruth began before Puck cut her off.
"We are not making any decisions just yet, not about a name for him, not about which faith he will follow," Puck insisted. "Please, mom, just be happy that we are finally giving you the grandchild that you crave and let's leave it at that, shall we?"
"Fine," Ruth muttered with an exaggerated scowl. "But there are a lot of fine Hebrew names that blend well with bible names," she muttered, she hoped that they would take that on board. Puck said nothing, he just gave his mom a look and a sigh. "Fine," Ruth repeated.
"Rachel, hi," Quinn cried when she opened the door on Saturday morning. "I am so pleased to see you," she said and hugged her friend close. "You're staying with us, right?" she asked hopefully.
"If you'll have me," Rachel answered, her voice a little broken, she felt quite emotional at coming back to Lima. The last time she'd been in Lima had been for Puck and Quinn's wedding and again, that had been so emotional. Puck had insisted on an empty chair at the table where all of their friends sat. Finn's chair, and all of them had raised a glass to Finn, absolutely certain that he would have been looking in on the occasion, certain that he would have been happy for his best friend, for Quinn. "You look wonderful," she sniffed as she pulled away from Quinn to give her the once over. "You're glowing, absolutely glowing, what's your secret?" she teased. Quinn blushed and bit her lip. "You're pregnant?" Rachel squealed with excitement, Quinn nodded and was almost bowled over by the strength of Rachel's hug.
"Can we actually get in the house?" Quinn muttered, her voice almost cut off by Rachel's grip on her.
"Sorry, sorry," Rachel apologised. "Oh I am so happy for you guys," she sighed as they walked into the kitchen together. "So tell me, what's going on? Why did Shelby ask me to come?" she asked.
"It's about Beth," Quinn sighed. "Beth has decided that she wanted to be involved with me and Puck," she explained. "There was some hesitation at first, more from Shelby than Beth, Beth was pissed with Shelby for not telling her before that she was adopted," she added and again, wondered why Shelby had done that, it still confused Quinn. "And there's something else too," she said quietly and concentrated on Rachel's face. "We believe that there is a possibility that Finn was the sperm donor for Su..." Quinn stopped abruptly when Rachel said the name.
"Sue Sylvester, I know," Rachel said, in a matter of fact way. "He told me about it, not actually at the time, but a few months before he died, we had a really intense heart to heart, we spoke about everything, all sorts," she explained. "And one of the things was about this, you know, he actually used pictures of me to hm, well, you know," she muttered with as much expression in her eyes as was in her voice.
"Yes, he told Puck while he was sleep talking," Quinn replied with a wince. "Does Carole know?" she asked.
"No, he never told her, I don't think," Rachel said and pondered for a moment. "I have something here," she announced and delved into her expensive, voluminous purse. "I always carry it around with me, I know its stupid, its ridiculous, actually, but it's a print out of Sue's, Finn's and the baby's DNA. I carry it so that I always have a little piece of Finn with me. Like my good luck charm, or something. Is that ridiculous?"
"No," Quinn answered quietly, her voice had almost disappeared into her tears. "I think we should let Carole know, we should tell her. I know that she's never recovered from it, and I also know that Sue is not herself right now and the one who is suffering is Robyn. I just wonder if Carole could do something to help out, Robyn is her granddaughter, after all," she explained once she had cleared her throat.
"I think you might be right," Rachel agreed. "I think we should go and see Sue first, find out if she has any objections," she decided. Quinn agreed.
Just before midday, Quinn and Rachel arrived at the address that Quinn had acquired via Sam Evans. "Everything looks ok," Quinn muttered nervously as she glanced around the yard and at the house.
"Looks can be deceiving," Rachel reminded her and then stepped carefully onto the porch, as if she was afraid of hidden booby traps or something. "So far, so good," she whispered over her shoulder to Quinn.
Suddenly the door opened and Sue Sylvester appeared. "What do you want?" she yelled at them both, her manner was pure aggression, she was dressed as usual in one of her many, many track suits, but she looked disheveled, unkempt.
"We wanted to talk to you," Quinn announced, she stepped in front of Rachel, sure that Sue would respond favourably to her at least. "We wanted to talk to you about Robyn," she explained further, gentler.
"Why?" Sue asked, mystified, why would these people want to talk to her about her daughter?
"We know that Finn was the donor," Rachel said softly as she stepped to Quinn's side. "I have the DNA report that you sent to him when he asked for it," she added and touched the side of her purse.
"So?" Sue asked, still clueless as to why they had come.
"Well, we have a few concerns right now," Quinn began. "Look, could we come in?" she asked. "It would be better if we could come in," she nodded. Rachel nodded too and glanced at Quinn.
"Fine, come in," Sue agreed and spun away from the door, allowing them both to enter. "What do you hope to find here?" she demanded once the door was closed.
"I er I don't know," Quinn admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Robyn mentioned some things and I just, I feel I have to check it out, for my own peace of mind," she told Sue.
"What did she say?" Sue asked and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Erm, something about always polishing trophies," Quinn replied, her tone was entirely uncertain now as she glanced around and saw the hundreds and hundreds of trophies that filled the house.
"Do you know how long it takes to polish all of these?" Sue asked as she indicated room after room, the walls of each were lined with trophies. "Months, it is a dedicated task and it takes months. As soon as you get to the end, you have to start at the beginning, it's like painting the Golden Gate Bridge, it's a never ending task. Of course I'm always polishing the trophies, if they gathered dust, Robyn's asthma would kick in and I wouldn't want that to happen, now would I?" she demanded, exasperated with the stupidity of these girls. "I was just in the attic, I managed to make some more space up there for the trophies that we won in Britain, they weren't like real competitions, they were more of a showcase than real competitions, I just don't feel like we genuinely won those," she sighed with a nod towards a dozen or more huge trophies.
"I'm sorry, I...I feel like we made some sort of mistake," Quinn whispered, embarrassed that she had succumbed to Robyn's suggestions.
"I still feel that Carole Hummel has a right to know about Robyn," Rachel told Sue, and she really, truly did.
"I agree," Sue said quietly and sat down. "I know I'm not getting any younger," she admitted for the first time ever. "What if something was to happen to me?" she asked. "I mean, Robyn is well provided for, there's no question of that, but you're right, she does deserve to have more than just me," she said and then gulped. Quinn reached out and patted Sue's shaking hand. "You know, Q, you have that look about you," she told her, she leaned back and narrowed her eyes, she gave Quinn the total once over. "Hmm, I've seen that look on you before," she smirked. "The Sperminator strikes again, huh?" she teased, Quinn blushed. "I'm pleased for you," she whispered as she hugged Quinn close.
"Thank you," Quinn managed to whisper, though her voice was so emotionally charged, even Sue Sylvester had tears in her eyes.
"Will you speak to Carole for me?" Sue asked Quinn and Rachel.
"Of course," Rachel agreed immediately, she would be so happy to do so, so happy to give Carole something to ease her pain, at least, Rachel hoped it would.
"So she just admitted it?" Puck asked, totally amazed at how simple the task had been.
"Yes," Rachel replied, all three of them were in the kitchen, Rachel and Quinn were watching Puck cooking their meal, Rachel and Puck had a large glass of wine each, Quinn had an equally large glass of water. Rachel took a sip of her wine. "Shocked the hell out of me, I can tell you," she murmured, and it really had. "Hey," she called to Puck, he looked up from his task. "Congratulations, daddy," she grinned and patted Quinn's tummy. "Are you excited that it's a boy?" she asked and looked at both to answer.
"I think I'm relieved," Quinn replied slowly. "I think it might have been harder on Beth if it had been a girl, you know?" she explained.
"Hm, I think you're right, I mean, I often wondered, at least in the early days, if Shelby had deliberately adopted a girl to replace me," Rachel told Quinn, it was a sort of weird thought, but Quinn could see the logic, see how Rachel's thought pattern had worked. "I suppose I have to go and see her tomorrow," she sighed. "I mean, I know we've spoken on the phone quite a bit over the last few years, but we haven't seen each other face to face since she left Lima the last time," she pouted. "And I know that you think that was your fault," she sighed and then felt a band of tension that she had carried with her for years, felt it melt away, "but it wasn't, it was mine," she announced. "Puck, I know that you slept with her, Quinn told me," she explained as Puck glanced at Quinn, "and yes, I stopped you from going to the authorities," she reminded Quinn, her eyes were pleading for understanding, "but I couldn't stop myself from going to Shelby and telling her what I thought about her, and I was awful, horrible, I was so cruel," she admitted. "I was nasty, I...I threatened her with CPS, I told her that I would swear in court that I had seen her being cruel to Beth, I just wanted to get her away from you," she said, looking at Puck with watery eyes. "I wanted, no, I needed for you two to carry on the way you had done for the previous few years, otherwise I just knew that I would lose Finn to you," she said to Quinn, her voice cracked as the tears flowed.
"What?" Puck asked, again, almost shell shocked at the revelations. "I would never have gone with Shelby," he told both sniffling women. "I know you don't really want to hear this," he muttered and looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to overcome his embarrassment, "but at the end there with her, right when I...er...you know," he mumbled and concentrated on chopping more tomatoes, "I couldn't stop myself from shouting out your name," he admitted. "After that happened a few times with different girls, women, I sort of stopped even trying with them, there didn't seem any point," he sighed. "I was always thinking of you even if I was with someone else," he shrugged.
"Thanks, I think," Quinn replied but looked a little hurt, a little disgusted.
"And what do you mean?" Puck suddenly asked Rachel. "What had we been like?" he demanded.
"Oh, God," Rachel cried. "You think you hid it from anyone?" she laughed. "Except for maybe your mom," she told Quinn. "We all knew, even Santana, even Lauren," she claimed, still laughing. "Poor Sam, he didn't realise until he had broken up with you and we were at that party at my house, remember?" she asked, both Puck and Quinn nodded. "You were yelling at him about your abs or something, Lauren was yelling at you for something else, but you only had eyes for Quinn and then you both disappeared for about an hour," she added with interest in her eyes.
"Oh, God, the closet," Quinn remembered and laughed with embarrassment. Puck burst out laughing and continued with the cooking. He remembered the closet too.
"I'm not even going to ask," Rachel declared and finished her glass of wine. It turned out to be a really good evening.
"So opening night was not so good?" Shelby asked a little uncomfortably as she and Rachel sat facing each other over the table in the kitchen on Sunday.
"No," Rachel sighed. "This last one was definitely a flop," she pouted. "Still, Blaine has something for me starting in December," she revealed although she didn't say what, but her eyes glowed so Shelby knew it had to be something good.
"I'm glad that we could have this time to talk alone," Shelby said quietly and then looked up into Rachel's eyes, it was like looking in a mirror. "I know I have a lot to apologise to you for," she told her.
"No, Shelby, no," Rachel said and reached out to cover her hand. "No, I'm the one who has to apologise," she insisted. "I acted out of spite and jealousy, out of fear and I don't know, I was like a spoiled little girl who wasn't getting my own way," she admitted. "And I am so sorry, for threatening you like that," she said firmly, she meant every word. "It was me it was to do with, my own insecurities," she revealed. "I thought that, if Puck was with you, then Finn would leave me for Quinn," she said simply, and it genuinely had been that simple, at least in Rachel's mind.
"Rachel, Finn would never have left you, not for anyone," Shelby insisted. "He loved you, he truly loved you, he would never have left you."
"But he did," Rachel whispered sadly. Shelby walked around the table and hugged her daughter, hugged her tight, tried to give her what comfort she could. And felt blessed to be allowed to do so.
"Beth, this is my daughter, my other daughter, Rachel Berry," Shelby announced when Puck and Quinn brought Beth back from the mall.
"Hi," Beth said shyly. She stayed close to Quinn, she was really nervous, here was a Broadway star, right here, in their kitchen. She couldn't believe how absolutely start struck she was.
"Hey Rach," Puck said and stepped closer to give her a hug, kiss her cheek, Quinn did the same.
"Beth, you are so like Quinn, you look just like her," Rachel cried and reached to hug her. Beth allowed it to happen but was a little reserved. "So, tell me, what did you buy for your little brother?" she asked, Quinn had said that they were going to the mall to distract Beth with a little retail therapy to give Rachel and Shelby a chance to talk, a chance to fix things.
"A few onsies, really cool ones with sayings on them and that's it," Beth replied, glancing into the bags that were still in her hands. "Quinn says it's too soon to be buying lots of stuff," she shrugged, she didn't get the whole superstition thing.
"May I see?" Rachel asked, she was really trying to get Beth to open up, but as yet, she was still reserved. Beth showed her the 'Lock Up Your Daughters' onsie, the 'I'm Cute, Mom's Cute, Dad's Lucky' onsie, the 'Mmm, dinner,' onsie with the lines on that suggested a plump pair of boobs and the 'Ladies, I Have Arrived' onsie, that was the one that made Beth giggle the most. "Cute," Rachel smiled and passed them back to Beth. "I'm taking us all out for dinner tonight," she announced and looked around ready to quell any objections.
"We can't, tonight," Puck sighed. They really did have a previous engagement with his mom and sister, it was something of a family anniversary, one that was never ignored and if they didn't show, Ruth would be after blood. Theirs.
"Oh," Rachel pouted theatrically. "But you guys can, right?" she asked Beth and Shelby. "You won't leave me hanging like these two losers, will you?" she pleaded teasingly with Beth. Beth grinned and shook her head, Puck was gasping at being called a loser. "Cool."
Breadstix, with her mom, her 'sister' and her sister's two gay dads, was quite a surreal experience for Beth. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom," she whispered to her mom after the starters. Shelby nodded then turned her attention back to Hiram who was spouting something that no one else in the world wanted to listen to. Beth hurried away to the ladies. "Robyn, you have no idea," she whispered into her phone when her friend answered her call. "I wish someone would come and rescue me," she added, she checked the time. "I'm going to have to go back, otherwise my mom is going to send search and rescue in here after me," she muttered almost seriously.
"Later," Robyn whispered back, she glanced over at her mom who was watching one of her endless Cheerio DVDs.
"Lady Madonna and Poisonberry came to see me yesterday," Sue announced as she slowly polished yet another trophy. "They were worried about you," she added, still without looking at her daughter. Robyn watched her mother warily, she wondered what she was going to say next. "I know that you know who they are, I also know that you read my journals, and that you gave them to Beth Corcoran," Sue said and then looked over at Robyn. Robyn could see that her mom didn't look angry or upset, she just looked like herself. "I know that you were looking in them to see if you could work out who your biological father is," Sue forced herself not to say 'was', she thought it might be too much of a give away if she used the past tense. "Quinn and Rachel," she said, giving both girls their proper names, "convinced me that you should know the other half of you, that you should be able to have that relationship. They're right, I'm sorry that I denied you that," she apologised. "Rachel is going to pave the way," she explained. "Once I know that things can go ahead, I will tell you who your father is," she promised. Robyn gulped and nodded, she couldn't ever remember a time when she had been so silent before, but she genuinely could not think of a single thing to say. She was astounded.
Puck pulled Quinn close to him as soon as they settled into bed. "Do you think Sue will really tell Robyn?" he mumbled tiredly.
"Mmm," Quinn sighed her reply, she hoped that Puck wasn't going to want to talk all night, Monday morning was always the most tiring one of the week and she needed her sleep.
Puck sighed and shifted behind her as he tried to get more comfortable. "I think Finn is a really good name," he said and stroked his fingers over the little bump where their son lay.
"I do too," Quinn whispered back and had to swallow down the tears that threatened to fall. "I think he would have liked that."