“Honey, we have something to tell you.” I rolled my eyes. This shouldn’t be as diplomatic as it looks right now, with Quinn to my right and Sam to my left, both either with hands folded together on their lap or legs crossed over. “This…um, well, it’s very great news!” Quinn continued.

God I seriously want some Pancakes right now. Or maybe Waffles. But which to choose?

“Um, well, you see…” Quinn fidgeted in her seat and whispered to me and Sam. “Well, do something! I can’t be the only one talking!”

Oh screw it, I’m Rachel Barbra Berry for goodness sakes! I can get both!

Sam nodded and loosened his tie— No vests, thank God. He won’t be turning into Mr. Schue anytime soon— and spoke to our daughter. “So, uh, Lucy. Well, y-you know, how, uh, Natalie has a little brother, Cody, right?”

Lucy nodded, still with her eyebrows scrunched and head tilted slightly to the side. Seriously. Most adorable daughter in the world.

But back to the subject- Maybe we can still get to IHOP. What time is it?

“Well, see, um…Look, Lucy, when Mommy and Dad— wait, no that won’t work for this. Uh…”

Quinn rolled her eyes. (Hot.) “Okay, as painful as this is, we’re going to have to face the music.” (Assertive, get-to-the-point Quinn. Super hot.) “Rachel, well, you go ahead. You’re the one carrying.” (Considerate. Supernova hot!)

Ignoring my thoughts as I sat there consumed with lust— “Baby, you’re gonna be a big sister!”

In no time, the three of us were attacked by a small blur of brown, and immediately a group hug was administered.

“I’m really excited and happy, but I didn’t see any storks at all near us…actually I’m not sure they live in New York!”

Reason number one why I should show Lucy my powerpoint on the talk. (But Quinn said no. ‘No’ Quinn. HOT. …fuck I really want Waffles and Pancakes right now.)

Quinn’s wide eyes and Sam’s gaping mouth wasn’t helping. At all. Fortunately for them, Rachel Berry is on the case. “Let’s all go to IHOP, right now!”

“Yes, yes! Of course, IHOP, let’s go right now!”

“Yeah, International house of pancakes, yeah!”

“But the storks—”

“PANCAKES, Lucy! Pancakes!” Lucy didn’t even finish the sentence before her father picked her up and took her outside the door.

Slender arms snaked around my hips and a soft voice filled my ear. “IHOP was a nice distraction, baby.”

“We wouldn’t need a distraction if you let me show her my powerpoint.”

“Not a chance.”

…

…

“Hey baby?”

“Yeah?”

“The IHOP thing was pregnancy hormones, huh?”

“How’d you know?”

“Ask your hand where it is.”

“Oh. Sorry.”