Rachel pushes open Quinn’s bedroom door quietly, in case either she or Abby are asleep. But she’s met with the sight of Quinn feeding the little one. Quinn looks up and smiles.
“Hey,” she whispers. “Come in.”
“I...I can come back, if you’d prefer,” Rachel says, keeping her eyes very firmly focussed on Quinn’s face.
Quinn rolls her eyes.
“It’s not like you’ve never seen them before, Rachel,” she says. “Anyway, we’re almost done. Then you can hold her.”
Rachel moves fully into the room and closes the door, approaching the bed, unable to help the soft smile that appears on her face at the sight of the tiny baby.
“Yes, I’ve seen them before. But they’ve never been quite so...full,” she says, somewhat tactfully, for Rachel. “And usually there isn’t someone attached to one of them.”
She sits down on the bed, kicking her shoes off and edging over to sit by Quinn, slipping an arm behind her back to allow her to get close enough to see Abby’s little face.
“Hey there little alien,” Rachel whispers. “How’re you doing today?”
Quinn scowls .
“You need to find a better nickname than that for her,” she warns. “Or else I might accidentally punch you in one of my more hormonally charged moments.”
Rachel tilts her head, appraising Abby.
“She is certainly less alien-like since she came out,” she decides.
“Try not alien-like at all,” Quinn corrects her, as Abby decides she’s had enough to eat and starts fussing. “Here, you want to burp her?”
Rachel’s eyes light up.
“Yes! I’ve been reading up on several techniques and I’ve been dying to try them out,” she enthuses, gently taking Abby from Quinn’s arms.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t make my daughter sound like a science project,” she murmurs, but she’s smiling at the Rachelness of it all.
Rachel has Abby on her knee, gently holding her face and rubbing her back in tiny circles. She starts to sing, softly. Quinn rests her head on Rachel’s shoulder, content. Then Abby spits up on Rachel’s hand. Rachel turns to Quinn.
Rachel/Quinn + Abby ~ Family moment
“Hey,” she whispers. “Come in.”
“I...I can come back, if you’d prefer,” Rachel says, keeping her eyes very firmly focussed on Quinn’s face.
Quinn rolls her eyes.
“It’s not like you’ve never seen them before, Rachel,” she says. “Anyway, we’re almost done. Then you can hold her.”
Rachel moves fully into the room and closes the door, approaching the bed, unable to help the soft smile that appears on her face at the sight of the tiny baby.
“Yes, I’ve seen them before. But they’ve never been quite so...full,” she says, somewhat tactfully, for Rachel. “And usually there isn’t someone attached to one of them.”
She sits down on the bed, kicking her shoes off and edging over to sit by Quinn, slipping an arm behind her back to allow her to get close enough to see Abby’s little face.
“Hey there little alien,” Rachel whispers. “How’re you doing today?”
Quinn scowls .
“You need to find a better nickname than that for her,” she warns. “Or else I might accidentally punch you in one of my more hormonally charged moments.”
Rachel tilts her head, appraising Abby.
“She is certainly less alien-like since she came out,” she decides.
“Try not alien-like at all,” Quinn corrects her, as Abby decides she’s had enough to eat and starts fussing. “Here, you want to burp her?”
Rachel’s eyes light up.
“Yes! I’ve been reading up on several techniques and I’ve been dying to try them out,” she enthuses, gently taking Abby from Quinn’s arms.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t make my daughter sound like a science project,” she murmurs, but she’s smiling at the Rachelness of it all.
Rachel has Abby on her knee, gently holding her face and rubbing her back in tiny circles. She starts to sing, softly. Quinn rests her head on Rachel’s shoulder, content. Then Abby spits up on Rachel’s hand. Rachel turns to Quinn.
“Everyone’s a critic.”