No Strings Attached

40

The week was full of Noah working and doing interviews while Quinn sat home alone. She hung out with Mercedes the first few days, but then Mercedes was busy with work and other errands, which left Quinn on her own.

Quinn was watching TV in the den when she flinched in pain. She had read about Braxton-Hicks in one of the many baby books Noah had bought, and her doctor had warned her, but she was only really grasping it now that she was experiencing it.

Quinn debated calling Noah, but didn't want to interrupt his work so she called Mercedes instead.

"Hey, Quinn. What's up?" Mercedes answered the phone.

"Hey." Quinn said. "I don't mean to bother you, but I forgot what time Noah's coming home today and I remember him saying you knew his schedule."

"He should be home in, like, half an hour, but he has a late show appearance tonight at ten." Mercedes responded. "Is everything okay? I can stop by if you need something."

"No, I'm..." Quinn trailed off and took a deep breath.

"Quinn?" Mercedes asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I think I'm having real contractions." Quinn stated. "I thought it was Braxton-Hicks, but I don't know."

"I'll be there in less than five minutes to get you to the hospital."

-

"Quinn."

"I'm fine." Quinn told Noah as he entered the room and stood beside her.

"What happened?" Noah wondered, taking Quinn's hand. He looked at Mercedes. "Thanks for getting her here."

Mercedes nodded before excusing herself.

"What happened?" Noah repeated as he looked at Quinn and gently squeezed her hand. "Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"I'm fine." Quinn promised. "The doctors gave me medicine and are putting me on bedrest because the baby is being difficult."

"Bedrest?" Noah repeated. "That's not a big deal. You can sleep and watch movies all day."

"For two months?" Quinn's eyes widened. "I'm gonna be so bored, Noah."

"So I'll fly people out to see you." Noah decided. "And I'll lay around in bed with you."

"I can't lay around in bed all the time." Quinn shook her head. "There's so much to do with the nursery and packing a hospital bag, and-"

"What do you think you keep me around for?" Noah cut Quinn off with a smile. "It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine and the baby will be fine."

"I'm gonna hate this." Quinn stated.

"I know, but we'll make the most of it." Noah promised, smiling slightly. "And once that little girl is here, you can get up as many times as you want."

Quinn smiled. "Nice try, Puckerman. We're taking turns getting up for her."

"I know." Noah nodded. "And I was thinking."

"About?" Quinn wondered.

"I know you said you don't wanna get a nanny. And that's fine." Noah began. "But what about your mom? Do you want her here?"

"I don't know." Quinn said.

"Think about it." Noah advised Quinn as he kissed her forehead. "I'm just glad you're both okay."