Always Been You

Chapter Sixteen

Finn

I handed Quinn her clothes as she took off the gown she was to wear for the doctor's appointment. She softly thanked me and dressed up.

So far, the baby was about nine weeks. The baby was healthy and growing every day. My job was to look after Quinn, and make sure that she doesn't stress too much. Which was sometimes hard to do, because Quinn gets riled up at the wrong and unexpected things.

"I think the baby's a girl," Quinn commented as she pulled on her lilac purple shirt and jeans. I just nodded, silently agreeing with her. I didn't mean to be quiet throughout the whole appointment, but too many things were taking up my thoughts.

Kurt kept getting himself involved in my business, and I'm thankful that he's always trying to look out for me, but it seemed overbearing at this point. I just wanted to marry Quinn and move on from everything, but how could I do that when a certain person came walking back into my life?  I knew I screwed Rachel over, and didn't deserve any sort of compassion of forgiveness from her. But why was I so stuck on her? Why couldn't I move on? Was I feeling guilty? Oh you bet I was. But why couldn't I set myself free?

Quinn didn't deserve having me longing for someone else, if we can even call it that. We were going to have a baby, so I had to let everything go. I needed to leave everything in the past and move on, because my life was changing. I may not like the changes, but they had to be done in order for my life to be completed.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as we left the clinic. Quinn held on to my hand as we walked into the parking lot.

"A little, how about some burgers and fries? Oh no wait, how about pasta? I don't even know. What do you want to eat?" She said as I opened the car door for her. I shrugged and closed the door and walked to my side.

"I'm up for anything," I answered her and she finally decided on burgers and fries. I drove us to a nearby diner and we settled into a booth.

It was quiet for a little between us, both caught up in our own minds and thoughts. I don't know what she was thinking about, maybe about the baby. Excitement but terror rose in me as I thought of the baby. Would I be able to raise him/her well? Could I be able to steer them away from trouble? Would I be a good parent?

"How about we start coming up with names?" Quinn suggested as she started to eat when the waitress brought our food.

"Sure, what are you thinking of?" I asked.

"Ben for a boy and Lily for a girl? No, give me a minute I'll come up with something better," she chuckled as she kept eating.

She looked so happy about the pregnancy, that my thoughts could surely damper her mood. I loved the baby already, but it felt like I wasn't really into anything. I was irritated half the time and I felt like snapping at everyone. But either way, I would try my very best to be present in our child's life.

(Filler chapter)