The Way We Were

The Way We Race

Marcy sipped her orange drink with a wrinkle to her nose. The drink was funky tasting but needed to determine if the babies (or her) had gestational diabetes.

She drank it straight down and tried not to throw it back up. After, she went to go to wash her hands before finding Mal.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah. I don't know why I took so long to drink it." She let him help her into her coat. "I'm so hungry."

"I know, baby but you'll get to eat after your appointment."

"I want Checkers." She looked up at him with her big green eyes and he couldn't refuse her.

"Alright. Let's go to therapy and then we'll get Checkers on the way to the doctor. But you have to promise not to eat any on the way."

"I promise."

W.W.W.

Marcy waited for Dr. Reynolds to say she was done.

He turned from her. "You can eat now."

Marcy kicked her feet. "Roadhouse."

Mal smirked and gave her the thick burger. "Shake?"

She'd already unwrapped a portion of the burger and taken a bite. She wiggled happily, joy all over her face. "Mm hmm!"

Both he and the doctor found her super adorable. Mal handed her, her chocolate shake and she began sipping it with her mouth still full. "Good?"

She nodded happily.

W.W.W.

Marcy answered her phone as she and Mal were on their way to school from the doctor's. "Hey, Tana. Happy birthday."

"Patti! Britt called me saying how her stomach hurts and she peed on herself! What do we do?!"

"Calm down."

It took a minute for Santana's irate voice to say something. "And?!"

"Calm down, chick. She just went into labor and unless you want to join her, you need to keep calm."

Santana took a few breaths. "I'm calm."

"Where is Britt?"

"Home alone."

"Have RT pick you both up and go to your preferred hospital. We'll be there soon."

"Thanks, Patti."

"No problem." Marcy hung up.

Mal looked at her briefly. "So Britt went into labor?"

"Yep..."

W.W.W.

"Baby, stop yelling at Artie." Ken Pierce soothed his only child. "He loves you."

"This hurts!" Brittany kicked her legs.

"You should definitely get the needle." Marcy told her.

Santana frowned. "How soon after you start labor can you get one?"

"It depends on how dilated you are. Britt is near that time. Why?"

"It's not for Britt. It's for me."

W.W.W.

Artie held his daughter, not even caring that her mother crushed his hand (he knew Laura had broken Marc's middle finger). She was so cute.

Anastasia Melanie Abrams had dark chocolate hair and light brown eyes. Her skin was the lightest caramel and she was fat.

Artie was in love.

Brittany cooed to her daughter as the baby yawned. She was going to say something about her being precious when her insides felt like they were being stabbed with a hot poker. "Ow!"

Ana began crying.

The doctor checked Brittany out as Artie rocked his daughter. "Oh! You're fully dilated, Brittany!"

"But I haven't gotten the drugs!" Brittany began blubbering.

"Want me to get Quinn?" Mercedes asked.

Brittany nodded, fearfully.

W.W.W.

Arthur Enerilson Abrams Jr. was pale as a ghost with bright blue eyes and sandy hair. He was as fat as his sister but much more mellow.

Brittany fell in love the first moment she held him. Santana, the first time he cooed. Artie, the first cry he took.

All three parents were ecstatic with their new family.