Perfect Day

Oh Baby

A/N: Back by popular demand, baby QS has arrived. Prompt fill from multiple IG followers. Sorry not sorry for how fluffy this is, I wrote this at 4 am. Cheers!

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Quinn was an early riser, for the most part always had been and always will be.

She didn't believe in wasting the day away; the habit stemmed from her Cheerio days, carried over to her demanding Ivy League career, and now firmly stuck as an acclaimed writer. Her body clock thrived off of waking up early and following an organized routine. Her morning routine was crucial for her sanity, it was as serious as Rachel Berry's self-care rituals.

Therefore, on the rare occasion, Quinn's circadian rhythm was thrown off, Quinn was... a little less than pleasant to be around. This had been the case for the past six days. She was six days past her due date and she was getting impatient.

SJ, as Tina had so lovingly dubbed the baby (Santana/Satan Jr were the first options, but Quinn and Santana were less enthusiastic about those names), made Quinn feel drowsy all the time. With her full-sized bump, it was difficult to get comfortable and when she did settle into a tolerable position, SJ would dance up against her bladder like a ballerina. It was a cute analogy Rachel had made, but it was losing its charm very quickly to Quinn.

The ordeal had begun when they'd gone in for a clinic visit on the day of Quinn's due date; the doctor had informed them the baby was perfectly fine and that it was normal for them to be arriving a few days later than expected. The only issue was that as soon as they got back home, SJ made their presence very known even though they didn't want to come out into the world just yet. Up until that point, Quinn prided herself in having easy pregnancies. Hell, she even performed at Regionals the day Beth was born.

Unfortunately this time, SJ was a different case. They had a mind of their own and that included giving their mother the constant urge to pee and a very strong desire for sleep. The only upside was that Quinn was still mobile, though she was also debating whether that was even a good thing. Trips to the bathroom from getting up out of bed and then returning to lay back down proved to be too irritatingly repetitive.

So, more often than not recently, Quinn found herself on the recliner in the living room as it was closest to the bathroom in the hallway. And despite Santana trying her best to accommodate her needs during the last stretch of the pregnancy, Quinn couldn't stand being cuddled. Or even looked at for that matter. Her discomfort wasn't anyone's fault except for mother nature's call and maybe their lizard baby, but she was just tired, cranky, and fed up with being pregnant. Her mood swings were... not really mood swings so much as her feeling annoyed at all times.

For almost 11 months, Quinn went without wine, coffee, and most varieties of seafood. She loved her unborn child, she really did. But she was over it. She was ready to pop this baby out so she could celebrate with a fruity cocktail and sleep. God, an eight-hour uninterrupted rest sounded divine.

Santana can carry if she wants another one. Quinn glared at the morning news anchor when the urge to pee presented itself once again. Her irritation faded when her eyes trailed down to where her son laid on his tummy, propped up on his elbows, coloring away.

Like his mother, Joey was also generally an early riser and had awakened less than 10 minutes ago. He kept himself entertained with a hobby his Uncle Sam had introduced to him a while back; most days before breakfast, he'd be up and scribbling in his coloring books. Lately, he was the one keeping Quinn company because he loved showing her his creations.