Santana pulled into the parking lot of the St. Lawrence hospital. She actually had no idea where she was going since Puck hadn't let them know yet if Quinn was in a room. Hopping out of the jeep, Santana waited on the sidewalk for Beth and Rachel to catch up to her. Why weren't they moving faster? You would think with a little brother about to make his grand entrance that Beth would pick up the pace.
"Why are you two so slow?" Santana asked as she started walking again.
"Why are you practically running?" Rachel asked exasperated.
"Aunt San, my legs are shorter than yours. Plus, I've been at soccer practice all day!" Beth exclaimed.
Santana chuckled as the three made their way through the emergency room doors. From their vantage point they couldn't really see any of the beds. The nurses station. Start at the nurses station.
"We're looking for a Quinn Fabray. In labor, came in about twenty minutes ago roughly." Santana was practically leaning over the desk trying to get the nurses attention who seemed to be more interested in the phone she was chatting on. "I hate hospitals so much." Santana mumbled to herself as she looked around.
"Over there! Daddy!" Beth yelled as she ran over to Puck who had just came through a set of double brown doors.
"Hey my soccer star." Puck grinned as he picked Beth up and hugged her to him tightly. Yes, his daughter was eleven but the fact that she was small for her age and actually still let him pick her up was the best thing ever. "Listen, they put Mom in the hospital so I need you to stay with Aunt San and Aunt Rachel tonight. I know you want to be here, but you have school on Monday and homework to finish tomorrow. Besides, I don't think Davis is coming tonight anyway." Puck hoped that Beth went along with this. Very seldom did she stay away from both of her parents, at least being with Santana and Rachel would make it easier. She could distract herself with the dogs.
"So they put her in? Has she dilated any?" Rachel asked as she and Santana walked up. Well, Rachel was practically dragging Santana since she was ready to go a few rounds with the prissy nurse.
"She's dilated three, but her contractions are coming at a snails pace. They're going to monitor her and Davis but it's already getting late, so there's no need to stay here all night." Puck explained as Beth wrapped herself around his arm since he sat her down onto her feet.
"Can we see her?" Santana finally focused on what was happening instead of making evil faces at the nurse.
"Yeah, come on. Visiting hours are almost over, they will probably run you out of the room soon." Puck chuckled as he led Santana, Rachel and Beth towards Quinn's room.
"Daddy, I know I have to stay with Aunt San and Aunt Rachel, but we have to finish Davis' room before he and Mom come home." Beth told her father, in a matter of fact tone.
"Shioot, that's right. Uh, you have your house keys in your duffle bag right?" Puck asked as she looked down at Beth who nodded. "Okay, well tomorrow you and San and Rach can go home and work on it. You have to get your homework and clean practice gear. I want a promise though that you will finish that homework first?" Once again Beth nodded. "Okay, go see your mom." Puck pushed open the door of Quinn's room.
Quinn was laying in her bed, already dressed in a hospital gown, smiling and munching on ice chips. Damn, they move fast around here. Santana mused to herself. "Hi guys." Quinn spoke before giving Beth a hug when she climbed up on the bed.
"Mom are you dilated anymore yet?" Beth asked with her big expressive blue eyes. Puck and Quinn whipped their heads around to stare at Rachel and Santana. What had they been telling their daughter?
"Hey, don't look at us. You, Puck, were talking about it downstairs too." Santana shook her finger in Pucks face. "She knows what it means anyway." Santana shrugged her shoulders before walking farther into the room and sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room.
"How does she know what it means exactly? We hadn't told her about that part yet." Quinn's face was getting redder and redder. Her daughter didn't need to know the majority of this stuff at least not until she was way into her twenties, maybe thirties.
"She's eleven! She knows more than she tells you. Besides, Rachel told her." Santana refused to look at her fiance', she didn't want to see the look on her face.
"Way to just throw me under the bus there Santana!" Rachel shouted before she pushed Santana in the shoulder sending her almost falling over the side of the chair she was sitting in. Santana couldn't do anything but laugh, especially with the looks on everyone's faces.
Santana groaned as her phone chimed alerting her to a new text message. It had been a short visit at the hospital last night because the nurses did in fact come and run them out of Quinn's room. Santana quickly grabbed her phone off her night stand, just in case it was Puck letting them know that Davis had finally made it into the world. Still dilated at seven. Will let you know more when I know more. Santana flopped her head back down onto her pillow, before laying her phone back on the night stand. She could hear Rachel and Beth downstairs giggling, there was no telling what those two were getting into. Santana sighed before deciding that she might as well get up so that they could go to Puck's and work on Davis' room. It was bound to be a long day.
As Santana trudged down the stairs in her joggers and long sleeve thermal, she took in the mess that was her kitchen as it came into view. She paused, not sure if she was seeing things or if that really was flour on her ceiling?!"What...what have you two done?" Santana asked with wide eyes. Beth and Rachel were covered head to toe in what she assumed was pancake batter.
"Making pancakes! Here Aunt San." Beth jumped down from where she was standing beside Rachel and ran over with a plate in her hand stacked with four pancakes. "Eat these, fast. We have to go to my house soon."
"We're not going anywhere until I can see my kitchen floor again." Santana grumbled as she sat down at the island and reached for the syrup. At least the pancakes that had made it on to a plate looked good.
"San...it's not our fault that the mixer...got away from us. Listen you eat, Beth once you finish, go hop in the shower and I will clean the kitchen while you two go paint. By the time you finish, Davis should be here and I will be done with the kitchen okay?"
Santana nodded her head as she lifted her fork to take a bite when she noticed the manila folder that Tina had given Rachel yesterday laying on the bill table next to the hallway entrance on the other side of the kitchen. When had that been put there? After leaving the hospital they had stopped to grab food before heading back to the cabin. Santana doesn't remember seeing Rachel lay the folder there last night.
"Rachel, what is that folder there? Tina gave that to you last night. I had completely forgot about it since Quinn went into labor." Santana pointed at the folder with her fork.
"That's our paper work that we need to fill out for the agency. Mercedes was going to bring it to us personally, but she had an out of town emergency so she sent it with Tina." Rachel smiled at Santana. They were one step closer to getting this adoption on the road.
"Why didn't you tell me any of this last night? We could have filled most of it out already!"
"When would we have had time to fill it out last night? Everything got crazy, it's okay. We have plenty of time because we can't do anything with it until Mercedes' comes back. Plus, we can't finish it until we have a copy of our marriage license in there. I was looking through it, I swear they want to know everything except our underwear sizes. We need birth certificates, social security cards, driver's license, there's a whole list of stuff. One thing at a time. Right now, we need to finish eating and get today started. We can work on all of that paper work tonight when we get home." Rachel walked around the island and gave Santana a kiss on the cheek. Beth giggled from her bar stool. Her aunt's were silly sometimes.
Santana and Beth stepped back and looked at their work. It looked really good in here. The main walls of Davis' nursery were a mint green color, the wall to the left of the doorway is where his mural was. The picture honestly hadn't been Santana's idea. It was actually all Beth's who had taken so much pride into picking the perfect picture for Davis. She had done good, deciding that he would enjoy the large lion that lingered in the back ground of the mural. Yes, Beth had chosen an African safari snap shot. Santana kind of wished that this was something she could have saved for Sierra since she loved giraffe's but she could always do something different, it wasn't that big of a deal.
"As soon as that's dry we can move Davis' crib and changing table back." Santana wiped her hands on her bandanna that she had hanging out of the front of her overalls. Santana furrowed her eye brows as she heard a frantic car horn beeping over and over. "Who in the world...?"
Rachel was sitting in the drive way pushing the horn with all her might. "It's time! Let's go. Puck said she was dilated nine and they expect her to be at ten and pushing in about an hour. Grab their hospital bag by the door on your way out." Santana's eyes widened as she ran back into the house to grab Beth and the bag. They were both dressed in overalls and covered in paint. It was obvious now that they should have showered earlier instead of pushing it to get the mural done today. Too late. They had to go. Santana locked the front door of Pucks cabin and waited to hear the beep of the security system before she bolted towards her jeep. She imagined that she was a long distance runner, laughing as she slipped in some gravel and almost dropped the hospital bag. She had said it this morning, today was going to be a long day.
The drive to the hospital seemed to last forever, when reality Rachel was really breaking the speed limit. It was exhilarating. Rachel wasn't sure she had ever really driven this fast before. Santana had got into her emergency things I might need bag and dug around until she found some wet wipes for her and Beth. If they couldn't change clothes the least they could do was try and get the paint off their faces and hands.
"Aunt San, will Davis be here by the time we make it to the room?" Beth wondered as they entered the hospital and headed towards the elevators so that they could get to the baby floor.
"Uhh, he might be. But that's okay if he is. That just means we get to see him after he's all clean." Santana scrunched up her nose. "You don't want to see him all gross looking?"
"No." Beth scrunched her nose in such a way that Rachel swears she picked up from Santana. She chuckled to herself. She could only imagine the mannerisms that Sierra and Samara would pick up from Santana. Rachel's smile slowly faded, she missed the twins. Hopefully everything would work out and she would get some free time in order to go see them in the next couple of days.
When they finally reached Quinn's door, it was propped open. Santana lead the three of them towards the door and peaked her head inside. She couldn't stop the noise that spilled from her mouth. Quinn was sitting up in bed, smiling tearfully as she studied the little bundle in her arms. Puck was sitting on the edge of the bed, just watching both of them in wonderment. He finally had a son to complete his family. To go from having nothing to now having everything, his life couldn't get any better.
"Come in." Quinn said quietly when she noticed Santana standing in the doorway. Puck turned around to look at who was there. He was beaming from ear to ear. "Everyone, meet Davis Noah Puckerman." Quinn turned the baby in her arms so that Santana and Rachel could get a good look at him. Beth was hesitant to get close, sticking right to her fathers side. She was excited to meet Davis, but she couldn't contain her nerves from finally seeing him. This was it, all the changes that her parents had talked about was finally about to happen.
"He's beautiful." Rachel whispered, she couldn't get over the little tuft of dark brown hair on his head. Was it possible to make a baby come out with a mo-hawk like that?
"Good job Puck. Rachel and I's god son slash nephew doesn't look like a lizard." Santana clapped Puck on the back, causing Quinn to scowl and open her mouth to retort, while everyone else laughed.