Author's Note: Drabble set after Forget the Wrong That I've Done.

I'll Pick a Star From the Sky

And you, you'll be blessed.
You'll have the best.
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky.
~Blessed, Elton John

It takes three weeks for Rachel to buy the book. Quinn doesn't rush her because she knows that her wife still finds it difficult to reconcile the relationship that she now has with Shelby to the one that she'd once wanted so desperately. The quilt that Shelby had given them has been sitting neatly folded in a bag—far away from curious paws—since the day they'd brought it home. The books that Rachel has purchased over the last six months have been steadily stacking up on shelves, coffee tables, night stands, and even—much to Quinn's amusement and mild horror—on the tank of the toilet in their bathroom. She's determined to read every word in order to help them (her) create the perfect pre and post natal experience for their baby.

Quinn mostly thinks it's adorable—except when she doesn't. Her hormones aren't being much kinder to her with this pregnancy than they had been when she was sixteen, and Rachel has a tendency to be more than a little anxious over every minor mood-swing, but Quinn hasn't managed to scare her away yet, and she knows that she won't. Rachel is completely, one-hundred percent in this with her, and Quinn loves her all the more for it—especially when her equally unpredictable libido kicks in. Rachel has been very, very good about that.

So when Rachel comes home with a bag from the local craft store and shows Quinn the Joy of Quilting book that she's purchased along with several potential patterns—two with kittens that look vaguely like Oliver, another with five music notes seamlessly formed into a star, one of Alice in her familiar blue dress, and yet another of a gardenia surrounded by green leaves—Quinn's damned emotions go haywire, and she finds herself sobbing as she clutches the book and the patterns to her chest. She can so clearly envision their baby daughter—the one that Quinn will get to keep and hold and raise together with Rachel—happily lying across the quilt that will forever be a part of their family now.

Rachel shifts closer, holding her gently. "Do you hate them?"

Quinn shakes her head and gazes tearfully at her wife. "I love them. They're perfect."

Rachel smiles a little shyly. "Well, we can't use them all. I'm not even sure that we'll be able to successfully complete one of them."

Quinn wipes at those blasted tears before she hazards another look at the patterns. Thankfully, her emotional rollercoaster seems to have come into the station for a little while. She loves the Alice In Wonderland pattern—it was one of her favorite childhood stories, and now it always makes her think of that perfect first kiss that she and Rachel had shared on a warm, summer day—and the musical star is just so very Rachel. But she keeps coming back to the gardenia, thinking of high school and secret love and their wedding day. She can already imagine it set just off center in a light green square and blending perfectly into the green and white quilt.

"This one," she murmurs with a soft smile, tracing her fingers over the pattern.

"Are you sure?" Rachel asks uncertainly.

"Yes," Quinn confirms with a confident nod. She's certain that she can get it just right. She feels their baby gently kick her from inside, and she grins, dragging Rachel's hand to her belly. "Our daughter agrees."

"Well, we certainly can't argue with that," Rachel concedes with sparkling eyes, pressing her palm flat and chasing the movement under Quinn's taut skin. The besotted smile on her lips never fails to make Quinn's heart feel like it's too big for her chest, and another wave of happy tears prickles behind her eyes.

Chuckling wetly, Quinn lets go of Rachel's hand, not surprised at all when it stays firmly pressed against her ever-expanding baby bump, and opens the book to begin paging through it. She has a little more than two months to figure out how to add a patch to that quilt, and she's damned well going to do it perfectly. Their little girl deserves nothing less.