“Oh well that excuses it. That makes everything okay! Tell me, would you even have told me if I hadn’t have forced it from you Quinn? Were we just going to go a few months and then tell me when there obviously isn’t a baby? Just leave it for me to discover for myself?” Puck snarled at her, shaking his head angrily. “You think that’ll just solve it? Our baby is gone but we’ll replace it with the next?” He jaw was clenched furiously, his fingers curled into tight fists. “I should have been there! It’s not about wanting to be Quinn. I should have been there! That was our baby! Our baby! Our fucking baby!” He kicked over a table, it falling on it side, the lamp on it smashing before he slumped down onto the floor, hiding his face in his knees. “No one should have…you’re right. But it happened, and I should have been there. It wasn’t your right to dictate otherwise…”
“I was going to tell you while I was home, I swear I was. I just didn’t know how to. Every time I tried nothing came out and there was this ache in my heart and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t accept it to be real. I don’t want this to be real.” She bit her lips knowing that having another baby right now probably wouldn’t solve anything, but she ached to feel that baby move inside her. She jumped back when the table flipped over and the lamp crashed to the floor. ”I didn’t want you there, I thought you’d hate me, blame me, I was blaming myself enough. I know you should’ve been there, I just thought it would be easier this way. Do you know what happens when you have a miscarriage during your second trimester? The baby’s essentially stillborn. I was lucky he wasn’t far enough along that I had to actually give birth. If he was just another week or two along I might have had to go through labor to give birth to a dead baby. This was hard enough. There was so much blood…so much pain…and there was nothing they could do. I cried and pleaded, but it was too late…I couldn’t…they couldn’t. I killed our baby…” She said looking down sitting on the couch wanting to go to him to wrap her arms around him, but pretty sure he’d push her away.
“That’s not good enough, Quinn. It’s just not good enough. You should have told me the second something even felt wrong and I would have been up there in a heartbeat,” Part of him was angry at himself, not just her, because he should have been there for her as well. He should have been holding her hand, stroking her hair, telling her everything would be okay, even when it wasn’t. But he hadn’t even been able to be with her when she needed him most. “Do you really think I’m that much of a monster, Quinn? I wouldn’t blame you! I’d have never blamed you! Just because something is hard doesn’t give you the right to make those decisions for me, to that away from me!” Lifting his head, he looked over at her, a lump in his throat he couldn’t swallow. “H-He? It…it was a boy?” It was hard to even comprehend it. A boy. A son. Their son. A little boy and he was gone. The few tears he’d been choking back, dripped down his cheeks and he buried his face back against his knees.
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