The Story of Us - Quinn Fabray

You're my cute featherweight whale, remember?

"Baby, how are you feeling? Are you sleeping well? Do you have any morning sickness? Have you eaten?"

Quinn chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she observed Isaac's evident anxiety. "You're freaking out even more than I am, Sunshine, and I'm the one who is going to give birth." she teased gently, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But to answer your questions, yes, I have slept, I don't have morning sickness, and I am waiting for my parents, your parents, and your sister. We're going out to eat lunch together."

"Why haven't I been invited? You're being spoiled, and I'm stuck here with Jay and Ash. It's not fair," Isaac complained, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. "They keep bothering me, wanting to know who we're going to choose as godparents. They've bombarded me with so many questions. I wish I was there with you."

"They're your brother and your best friend. Plus, when's the last time you spent time together? Don't look at me like that; you know you miss spending time with them, and it'll help clear your head a little."

"I hate that when you're right." His frown softened at her reasoning, his gaze drifting down to her belly as a tender smile spread across his face. "Hi, baby girl," he cooed, his voice filled with tenderness as he addressed their unborn child. "Daddy misses you a lot. I hope you're not giving your mom too much trouble. Can't wait to have you in my arms."

Quinn's expression shifted slightly as she felt a kick from within, a mixture of discomfort and amusement flickering across her features. "Yeah, she's definitely your daughter," she remarked with a wry grin, her hand instinctively moving to soothe the spot where the baby had made her presence known.

"Why do you say that? And why is she suddenly my daughter?"

"I barely ever kicked my mom when she was pregnant with me. I feel sorry for what your mom went through with you, and then you had the audacity to be a carbon copy of your dad."

"Afraid our baby girl is going to come out looking exactly like me?" Isaac countered with a smirk, his tone teasing. "She'll have everyone wrapped around her cute little finger."

"Including boys?"

"Including boys. She'll have them all on their knees begging. After all, her mom was Head Cheerleader and had boys throwing themselves at her feet left and right, didn't she?"

"Thought you'd be the type of dad who wouldn't want his precious baby girl to date any boy until she was at least 30. Aren't you a cool dad, Hargrave?"

"She's going to end up dating anyway, so I'd rather have her tell us than sneak around behind our backs. It'll keep my sanity in check and there's alway going to be a hockey stick lying around the house if I need it. We're going to be the coolest parents in the world. Trust me."

Quinn's hand drifted to rest on her pregnant belly, her expression softening with a mixture of anticipation and affection. "Can't believe we're just a week away," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. "And as much as I'm going to love this baby, I can't wait to get back to a normal-ish size. You are coming to the gym with me, just so you know."

"Anything for my baby mama," Isaac replied with a playful wink, his words causing a faint blush to rise to her cheeks. "I'll be prepared to fight whoever tries to take you away from me," he added, flexing his arm proudly.

"You'll end up laughing. You always do. I'm telling you, if some girl tries to flirt with you like that one in that yoga class did, I'm dragging her by her hair."

"She was just teaching me how to correctly do that yoga pose. I was the only guy in the room, and I'm not as flexible as you are, baby."

Quinn's expression darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she recalled the incident. "She was literally grinding on your dick, Isaac, not giving two shits about me," she retorted, her frustration evident. "Was it because she was skinnier than me?"