Quinn sat surrounded by packaged up boxes in what would be the nursery in Puck’s apartment. Her rounded belly now protruding to the point it was amazing she could sit on the carpet like that with her legs crossed. She would sit here for hours trying to build up the courage to open one box of furniture and setup one piece of furniture, just start on one fucking piece, but she never would. Suddenly the queen of all punctuality was very late in her schedule of things to do leading up to the birth. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the time, she was on maternity leave indefinite, she would ride this cash cow out and never return to work at this rate. Thing had changed since that night, that night when Puck came over and all the walls evaporated between them and they could really see who the other person was now. Both staring at a matured adult who they couldn’t help but be seduced into loving. It meant that she was through running from love, she was throwing the white flag up and giving in to their future together whatever it turned out to be. Her future did not have to follow the pictures in one of her mother’s Southern Living catalogs. Of course like any good change it was slow, with Quinn dragging her feet all the way.
That night spent on her worn old couch with nothing much more than a thin afghan rather finding warmth more comforting in each others arms. Chests pressed to one another, his steady breathing falling on her earlobe as she played a good game of footsie, her cold feet to his warmed ones, till they fell asleep. In that night she would have gladly converted to Judaism and give up bacon for life if she could spend the rest of the nights of her life just like this. But what did she do? She did the only thing that gave her sured results, she ran. Ignored calls, avoided all local haunts associated with him, and even worse, attended doctor’s appointments without so much as a call to let him know the progress of his baby. It lasted two whole weeks because she simply kept telling herself for varying reasons everyone got what they wanted with the pair apart.
But all that logic seemed as stupid as it was now because that way was the farthest way of giving everyone what they wanted. Their son needed his daddy and she needed Puck more than anything. So she finally let their hearts have what they had been longing for. They did make a family because no matter how it came about they kind of always were. Quinn got up from her spot in the designated nursery room to search for Puck, who she had busied ten minutes ago with the task of making her a sandwich, the usual her pregnancy demanded a turkey with tomato, mayo, and bacon. Mrs. Puckerman had still in place the decade old rule that a pregnant Quinn could not have any bacon and harm the precious Judaism of her unborn grandson but Quinn had a plan to stop all that nonsense and continue on enjoying her daily dose of pig. “You think if I convert to Judaism your mother would let me eat bacon?” Quinn posed to Puck’s turned back resting to the frame of the door in observation of that same back, her eyes freely prowling up and down his backside. Quinn was actually open to the idea of converting especially if it meant the next generation of Puckermans could be legit Jews.
“I haven’t decided on a color for the nursery yet.” It was the news he probably most dreaded to hear because Quinn was holding progress on the nursery hostage till some painting could be done. “I mean there are so many shades of blue and green.” She could wind up choosing the enchanted forest light green almost mint color and in ten days she could grow sick just by looking at the color.”But I have decided on a few names” Quinn cleared her throat before shifting on her feet to be more square as she gave him the news. “Aaron, Jacob or Noah Jr. Those are my top three.” Quinn turned her head ever so to the side a Cheshire cat grin on her lips.This all seemed like settled behavior, like they were a happily domesticated couple that had been at this for years.