Quinn always wanted to be a mother, though her spirit for that was crushed after her sophomore year. That was until you. Her (now) dear wife, who gave her that hope back. Quinn knew that pregnancy wasn't for her, she couldn't do it again, but a perk about being married to another woman is that both of you can carry. And now? Thanks to doctors, you're carrying a baby that's biologically both of yours. And it feels like everything Quinn's ever wanted.

One thing about the blonde is that she won't let you lift a finger, though. Seriously. You used to be the cook of the house, and now, you're lucky if you get to make your own breakfast. She just worries too much and loves you and believes that since you're busy creating a life, you shouldn't have to do anything else! It's her duty as a wife, in her mind. She's a sucker, too. Anything you want, she shows up with within 24 hours, with a proud smile. Quinn never imagined herself being so whipped.

She went out into the city for a bit to get some groceries for dinner (again, a craving of yours was burgers), and you took it upon yourself to continue decorating the nursery. It's probably nesting, but you're also dead bored and have rewatched the same sitcom twice in the past month. You needed something to do! Quinn's not here to tell you to sit down. Or at least, she wasn't.

You hear the door open and Quinn's voice comes ringing throughout the large apartment, calling your name.

"In here!" You respond, and she must've ran into the room with how fast she shows up. She smiles, then it turns into a mix between a pout and frown.

"Are you decorating? You should be resting."