Quinn looked down at her plate, pushing the food around some. “There has to be a reason that I’ve been pregnant twice, yet I’m not technically a mother, Puck.” she told him in a voice just above a whisper. “It’s not meant to be.”
“Not yet.” Puck reminded her, waving his fork at her pointedly before turning it back down to his plate. “If you want to be a mother some day, you will be. Just not right now and that’s all there is to it.” He remained firm in his answer, not willing to accept any other sort of argument.