No Strings Attached

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"Noah." Quinn muttered as she walked into the music room.

"What are you doing out of bed, babe?" Noah asked.

"I've been good about it these past few weeks, but I'm bored." Quinn told him. "Play something for me."

"Let's go to bed." Noah said. "I'll play something for you tomorrow."

"But then I have to get up again." Quinn pointed out.

Noah sighed. "You're a lot, you know that?"

"Yup." Quinn smiled.

"Alright." Noah said. "Come sit."

"Are you taking requests? Because I wanna hear one of the many original songs you're writing about me." Quinn teased.

"What makes you think I'm writing about you?" Noah wondered, smirking at Quinn.

"Not even one song?" Quinn asked.

"Nope." Noah said, shaking his head.

"What about the baby?" Quinn wondered.

"What about her?" Noah questioned Quinn.

Quinn looked at Noah. "Are you writing a song for her?"

"Yeah." Noah nodded, knowing he was getting on Quinn's nerves.

"Oh sure, write a song for someone you haven't even met yet." Quinn muttered. "And not the one who has to carry her and give birth because of you."

"Alright." Noah said, finally giving up. "No more teasing. I'm writing a song for you and I'll write one for the baby when I know her and have something to say."

Quinn looked at Noah. "Really?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise, but you're so damn stubborn." Noah noted. "You don't get to hear it until it's done."

"But I'm bored and in pain." Quinn whined dramatically.

"You're not gonna guilt-trip me." Noah shook his head. "Now come here and let me play something for you."

Quinn smiled as she stood beside the piano and leaned on her arms on top of it.

"The nursery's almost done and she'll be here before we know it so I was thinking of names and I just couldn't get this one out of my head." Noah said as he started playing the piano. He stopped abruptly and looked at Quinn. "If you hate it, we can use something else. It doesn't have to be her name. I just got it in my head and-"

"Noah." Quinn said softly. "Just play."