Epilogue

Quinn waddled into their kitchen, she was 9 months pregnant and ready to have baby number 2.

“Hey how you doing.” Puck asked, coming into the kitchen kissing her cheek.

“Oh you know, 9 months pregnant and ready to have my body back.”

“Well when did the doctor say the baby was due?”

“Next week.”

“So just one more week, you've got this babe. I'm going to take a shower.” he left and Quinn sighed.

Just a little while longer, she told herself, she'd forgotten how rough being pregnant was. Time for some breakfast. Beth was at daycare and Quinn and Puck had a moment of peace for once. She began to fix up some eggs. Then suddenly she heard a whooshing sound.

“SHIT!” she yelled, her water had broken “Puck! Puck!”

“Oh my God Quinn I'm trying to take a shower.” he said, in the shower.

“Puck my water broke! But it's ok because I haven't had my first contra-” she suddenly yelled in pain. Her first contraction.

Puck quickly hopped out of the shower and jammed on his clothes, trying to go as fast as he could. Quinn had another contraction. He proceeded to grab their hospital go bag and start the car. Quinn waddled out to the car and got in.

“Slam on it Puck.”

Ironically on the radio Bohemian Rhapsody (Jesse St James version) was playing on the radio. When they arrived at the hospital the music took over as Quinn was rushed into a birthing room.

The next day

Quinn was holding her new daughter as Puck stood by her.

“She looks like you.” he said to her “I'm so proud of you.”

She smiled up at him.

A doctor came in “Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman, you have some visitors here to see you.”

“Puck can you-”

“Already on it.” he said walking out.

Outside there was Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Sam, Rachel, Santana, Brittany, Tina, Artie, and Mike.

“What are you guys doing here!” Puck asked, surprised.

“We wouldn't miss the birth of another Puckerman!” Mercedes said “We were there for Beth.”

“How's Quinn doing?” Kurt asked.

“She's doing great; she's in there right now with Drizzle.”

“I'm sorry who?” Santana said, confused.

“Oh right, we named the baby Drizzle.”

“Wasn't that-” Rachel started.

“Finn's original name for Beth, yep.” Puck finished smiling slightly in remembrance of his best bud “We thought about some other names but Drizzle just stuck.”

“Well I'm still mad that you didn't name her Santana.”

“Well, do you guys want to meet her?” when they all started to push forward “Ooo maybe 2-3 people at a time.”

“We're all going in.” Artie said, and they all went into the room.

Quinn was shocked by the amount of people who came to see them “Hey guys? You all came?”

“Of course we did!” Rachel said walking forward.

“And Puck told us you named her Drizzle?” Santana said “How could you?! I thought we agreed on Santana.”

Quinn rolled her eyes “No sorry love you though.”

“Guys!” Baline said “Why don't we sing to Drizzle, it'll be our welcome into the world.”

Blaine got out of his phone and played Bob Marley's Three Little Birds and led the ND as they softly sang

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNBCVM4KbUM)

“Don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Singing, don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Rise up this morning

Smiled with the rising sun

Three little birds

Pitch by my doorstep

Singing sweet songs

Of melodies pure and true

Saying, "This is my message to you"

Singing, don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Saying, don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Rise up this morning

Smiled with the rising sun

Three little birds

Pitch by my doorstep

Singing sweet songs

Of melodies pure and true

Saying, "This is my message to you"

Meaning don't worry about a thing

Worry about a thing, oh

Every little thing gonna be all right

Don't worry

Singing, don't worry about a thing

I won't worry

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Meaning, don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

I won't worry

Don't worry about a thing

Every little thing gonna be all right

Don't worry about a thing (worry about a thing, no)

Every little thing gonna be all right

Don't worry about a thing (three little birds singing)

Every little thing gonna be all right.”

~The End~

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