"Noah."
Puck opened his eyes and looked at Quinn, who was standing beside the bed.
"I had a bad dream." Quinn said as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Can I come back here?"
Puck nodded and pulled the blankets back for Quinn. "Come here."
Quinn crawled into bed and curled up beside Puck.
"You're safe now. I got you." Puck said as he kissed Quinn's cheek and held her. "You wanna talk about it?"
Quinn shook her head.
"Okay." Puck said softly. "Well, either way, I'm here."
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch before." Quinn told Puck. "About the dog."
"You weren't." Puck replied.
"Yes I was." Quinn said. "I'm just exhausted and hormonal, and I know that's not an excuse, and I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Puck told Quinn. "I can take a little bit of hell from my wife. Especially when she's carrying my baby."
Quinn smiled slightly. "I love you, Noah."
"I love you, too." Puck smiled. "No more fighting."
"No more fighting." Quinn agreed.
"Now get some sleep." Puck advised Quinn. "We have a lot to do before the baby comes."
"Night, Noah." Quinn said.
"Night, Q."