Just Let Me Try

Chapter 7

Puck may have recovered quickly from the accident, but his truck wasn't so lucky. The verdict was that it was completely totalled and he would have to look for a new one. Luckily, since it was fairly new, in good condition and had low mileage, he would be getting about ten thousand dollars to put towards a new car.

"What do you think you'll get?" Quinn asked as she drove them to the used car dealership.

"Probably an SUV, maybe a Jeep."

"Not another truck? You loved your truck."

"Yeah, but there wasn't a backseat in it, no place to put a car seat."

"Oh," Quinn replied.

"Plus, the seats in the back of SUV's fold down flat," he said with a smirk and a wink.

"You're such a guy."

"Damn right."

They looked at a few different SUV's before Puck decided on a black 2003 Chevy Equinox. At least the color reminded him of his old truck. Once his mom came and helped sign off on all of the paper work he was able to drive it home. Quinn declined the opportunity to "get a close look at the back seat".

"Come on," Puck urged. "So we can check out what kind of car seat would work best."

"First of all, I know what that look means. Second of all, you're gross and third of all, I'm so not in the mood for that."

"Come on," he tried once more, caressing her cheek.

"No, and if you keep it up you can sleep on the couch tonight."

"Fine." Sometimes, Puck really hated it when she got so moody, especially because he thought the look she got in her eyes made her seem even hotter.

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Quinn and Puck waited in the exam room of the doctor's office. Quinn lay on the exam table, dressed in one of the "God awful" blue gowns, her legs covered by a scratchy blanket. Puck was intently looking at one of the posters about childbirth.

"This is gross," he said, turning towards her.

"Thanks," she muttered sarcastically, looking nervous.

"What's up with you? We've been to the doctor's office before."

"I know. I just still get nervous. What if something is wrong?"

"With our kid?" Puck asked in disbelief. "Quinn, we've got, like, perfect genes."

Before Quinn could answer, the doctor knocked on the door and came in.

"Good afternoon Quinn," she said warmly. "How are we feeling today?"

"We're good, but a little nervous," she replied, smoothing her hands over her belly.

"Have you noticed any changes or have you had any problems since your last check up?"

"She's been a lot more active lately, but no problems."

"Well, that sounds good. Let's take a look at your little girl."

Puck moved up near Quinn's head and took her hand as the doctor lifted the gown and began the ultrasound.

"The heartbeat sounds good. Look, there's her head and those are her feet. It looks like she's sucking her thumb."

"She can do that?" Puck asked.

"Yes."

"She's getting so big," Quinn mused.

"Yeah, well so are you," Puck joked, earning himself a harsh glare from Quinn.