Hey Little Readers,

Hope you liked the ending!

I have actually spent the last two years writing my own novels. I just released my first novel Chasing Paper Cranes on Amazon. If you liked this story on FF, I hope you will read my novel :) It's available via ebook or paperback, just search the book title!

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As always happy reading, and I really do hope you find your South Side of Anywhere one day :)

With love,

Courtney

Chapter 46

Five years later

"Quinn?"

"Hi beautiful," Quinn grinned, walking into her apartment and setting the giant arrangement of flowers on the table.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop buying my flowers on the way home from work!" Rachel whined.

"Excuse you," she replied, "I am technically having a baby too!"

Rachel huffed, "Only you aren't carrying it and don't have to look like an ugly whale,"

Quinn knelt down to where Rachel was sitting, reading on their living room couch.

"You do not look like a whale," she smiled.

"Yes, I do,"

"Well, I must have married an incredibly sexy whale,"

Rachel's eyes watered, "Babe! you are not meant to agree with me!"

Shoot these damn hormones, Quinn thought.

"Smalls," she whispered, crawling onto the couch so she could wrap her tiny wife in her arms.

"I love you," she said, kissing Rachel's cheek, and moving down her neck and back to her lips.

"Don't turn me on, it will set a bad example for our baby,"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "That's not what you said last night,"

Rachel's eyes ignited, "God I married the most amazing woman in the world,"

Quinn grinned, "Me too,"

"Santana and Brittany are arriving in a few hours and Kurt and Blaine will be here soon too,"

"and Puck?" Quinn asked.

"He's already here," Rachel grinned, "Our baby's god father is sleeping off his jet lag,"

"You know, I had no idea his pool cleaning business would be so successful to see him flying all over the country to clean pools," she said.

Rachel laughed, "That's our Puck,"

Quinn moved her hand over Rachel's stomach, rubbing in circles before kissing where her shirt had risen and the large baby bump was showing. She was so in love with their baby and he wasn't even born yet.

"It will be a good day," Rachel said softly.

"I am sure it will," Quinn responded, still mesmerised by Rachel's stomach and how her skin still felt so soft and delicate. Today was the sixth anniversary of her grandfather's death, but most days she always felt he was with her. All their friends had booked tickets to come celebrate his life, and celebrate the life growing inside Rachel.

"Snips would be so proud of you,"

Quinn smiled slightly, before locking her eyes with Rachel, "Do you think?"

"Why wouldn't he be, you're an editor for the New York Times, you married a Broadway star," Rachel flicked her hair and Quinn laughed, "And we're having a baby,"

"I love you," Quinn said, kissing her again, "I loved you in High School, I loved you in College, I love you now, always and forever,"

"You are my Fives," Rachel murmured, becoming lost in Quinn's lips again. "Quinn," she said suddenly.

"What?" Quinn asked, alarmed and reaching for her stomach.

"I know what I want to call him,"

"Who?"

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Your son!"

"Oh," and Quinn grinned, "It's not going to be Fredrik is it?"

Rachel sighed, "You know you could just love my favourite musical you know,"

"I love anything you love," Quinn smiled trying to kiss her.

"Arthur," Rachel said and Quinn felt her heart melt.

"Arthur," she repeated.

Rachel grinned, "Our baby boy will be wise like his great, great grandfather,"

"Do you know what you are?" Quinn said, running her hands through Rachel's hair.

"The best Broadway singer to have lived?" Rachel asked, "I mean, I do have Tony's to prove it,"

Quinn laughed, "Yes, but also something else,"

"What," she replied, and she pressed her forehead to Quinn's.

"You are, and always will be my South Side of Anywhere,"

THE END