The Way We Were

The Way We Meet Di

Quinn didn't want to say anything. For once in her life, she was thinking of someone else. Marcy just had her birthday, Karou just had her birthday, Jude just had his birthday. Artie's and Arnold's birthdays were coming up. Plus all of them were graduating after Maddie's birthday, including the twins.

Now was not the time to be in labor.

She winced from a contraction. So far they were far apart but man, did they hurt when they came on.

Mercedes pushed her hair back. "Are you okay? You look pained-"

Quinn grimaced. She never could keep anything from her twin. "You can't tell."

"Are you serious?! You're in labor!"

Quinn shushed her. "Not so loud!"

Mercedes got her phone out and texted their husband.

He ran in, breathing heavily. "What's wrong?!"

"Quinn's in labor."

Quinn scoffed in hurt.

"What?!" Mike freaked out.

Quinn gave her wife an ugly look. "So what?"

"Why are you like this?"

She threw him a frazzled look.

"Just let me take care of you."

She melted. "Okay."

W.W.W.

Quinn was in labor was 44 hours and also refused the epidural. She also also broke Mike's right hand.

Diana LaShelle looked like Riley; black hair, brown eyes. So that meant she looked like her daddy but when you saw her and Quinn together, you knew they were mother and daughter.

"She's so cute!" Marcy cooed to the baby. "Yes, you are, squishy face!"

"Way cuter than her momma." Mal taunted.

"She is, isn't she?" Quinn didn't even care.

Mal was in deep shock.

W.W.W.

"This is so gross!" Quinn eeped.

"It's just poop." Marcy shook her head.

"It's black!"

"It's all the stuff she had inside her for nine months. You did yours. It was called afterbirth."

Quinn paled. "Did Mikey look?"

"Probably."

"We're never having sex again!" The blonde wailed.

"You want to?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

Marcy rubbed her flatish stomach. "Triplets."

Quinn nodded. That was understandable.

"I think our next children are going to be adopted."

Mercedes perked up. "You want to adopt?"

"Yes."

"That's really noble, Moppet." Laura kissed Quad's cheek.

Marcy beamed. She was, wasn't she?