EpilogueI think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.
JJ counted again, ten little fingers and ten little toes, each one as perfect as the last as Will hovered anxiously over both of them.
A soft knock on the doorframe drew their attention and there was Quinn, solemn and lovely despite the ghastly bruising at her temple.
“Hey,” JJ said softly. “Will, meet my favorite cousin, Quinn Fabray. And Quinn, this is Henry’s father, Will.”
“Hello, young lady,” Will said with that drawl as thick as syrup and Quinn flushed even as he nodded congenially to her. He looked down into JJ’s face and he had been a wonderful cop because he read her perfectly. “I’m just gonna go find a vending machine, get some coffee. Let you ladies have some girl talk.” He stopped beside Quinn just before he left and held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Quinn Fabray. JJ says you stayed with her and helped her. I wanted to thank you for that. Know she had someone with her is a comfort.”
Quinn blushed and stammered, “I-Well-You’re welcome. Anything for JJ.”
Will nodded and left, Quinn watching him as he went.
“Hey,” JJ said again, drawing Quinn’s attention. “How are you?”
“Good,” she said, a small, solemn smile flitting around her mouth. “Mom and Dad have decided they still want nothing to do with me but Dad did give me his insurance card. Seems a stacked, blonde FBI watchdog came to their house and told them throwing a minor out of the house was child abandonment and, if they didn’t want to do jail time, they at least had to fork over my belongings and an insurance card.”
“Garcia,” JJ mumbled with a laugh, shaking her head.
“Ms. Hudson says I can stay,” Quinn said, a little hopeful. “For as long as I need, she says I have a place. She said she understood being alone, terrified, and having someone else depend on you.”
“Good,” JJ nodded. “Although you’re still welcome to come stay with me and Will in D.C.”
“Lima is my home,” Quinn said after a moment. “And I won’t run from it with my tail tucked between my legs. I’m going to find my pride again. But I do have a favor to ask.” She twisted her fingers in the flounce of her shirt as JJ raised her eyebrows and nodded. “When I have her, I want you to take her. I’m not ready to be a mother and there are just too many crazy people in the world for me to hand my baby over to a stranger. Please, JJ?”
“Quinn,” JJ said, taken aback. Henry gurgled and JJ looked down at him and softened. She couldn’t imagine being sixteen and having to make the kind of choices Quinn was making. “I’ll have to talk to Will. He’ll be doing the stay at home dad thing and two babies are a lot more to handle than just one. But he’s a sucker for pretty blondes, so he’ll probably say yes.”
Relief flooded Quinn’s face and she leaned in carefully to hug her. “Thank you, JJ.”
“Anything for you,” she murmured. “Just take care of yourself. And no more crazy plots.”
Quinn laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and hesitantly letting Henry’s fingers curl around one of hers. “How was I supposed to know Ms. Schuester’s sister is crazier than she is and would kidnap us?” She didn’t really wait for the answer, mirth falling away as she murmured, “Will Will love her? Even when she makes mistakes?”
JJ settled her hand on the curve of Quinn’s belly. “Absolutely. Because we know better than anyone that mistakes happen. That’s just part of life.”
Quinn teared up but held them back, smiling. “Good. That’s good.” She looked down at Henry and laughed at the face he was making, a tear slipping free.
JJ looked over Quinn’s shoulder and Will studied them for a moment before nodding. She felt a flood of relief and happiness because he was hers and she had always wanted a big family.
“Don’t worry,” JJ said quietly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”