The Blue-Hassan Family

🎄 Quinn's POV 🎄

Four months until December

I tapped my fingers against the bathroom sink countertop as I waited. And waited and waited.

"Mommy!" My three-year-old daughter called from outside the bathroom door. "I waiting." She said.

"I know baby, but I'm gonna be a little longer," I said to her. "Come on," I tapped my fingers more.

"Hey, button," I called for my daughter.

"Mommy?"

"Can you get mama for me?"

"Okay!" She said and I heard her little footsteps run down our hallway.

I stared at the stick once more. Still pending. I was very excited at the possibility of my wife and I having another baby. We've been talking about it for almost a year and now it could be a reality.

If only the damn stick would hurry up.

"Hi baby," Zoë came in slightly.

"It won't hurry up," I said and sighed.

"Did you wait the full five minutes?" She asked me.

I looked down at my phone, I still had two and a half minutes to go. "No, two and a half minutes left," I said.

Zoë just laughed at me lightly before placing a kiss on my forehead. "We have to be patient baby," she said softly.

"I wish I didn't have to be patient."

"I know but it'll show up in a minute." She held me close.

"Where's Freya?" I asked about our three-year-old.

"She should be playing with her toys right out here," Zoë said and cracked the door.

The little blonde sat contently on the carpeted floor outside the bathroom playing with her teddies.

Freya is my exact copy since the first time we'd used my egg. She has my blue eyes and blonde hair, little dimpled cheeks, and upturned nose. She's our entire world.

Zoë was just in the last semester of her freshman year of college when we decided to have a baby. It started a joke, something we'd talk about when we couldn't sleep and what we wanted life to be like. The grand wedding, a baby, and a golden retriever.

It was all fun and games to start with. But the more we talked the more I noticed Zoë was serious about this. And I was too. I wanted a baby and she did too. We talked about it seriously and it wasn't an easy talk.

Zoë still had three years left of college and I was barely starting in the culinary business and that brought many fights because we both thought it was the wrong time.

That was until we had a mediated conversation with Lottie and Stella. They offered us actual insight.

The general consensus of their talk was for us to have a baby when we were ready and knew we could take care of one.

So we talked and a baby is something we both wanted. The only hard part was getting it through to her dad. Surprisingly he was all for the idea. He helped us save us for a sperm donor and everything we'd ever need.

A few months after that, I was pregnant. Zoë's dad was over the moon. We found out we were having a boy and that only made him even more excited. He couldn't stop talking about all the things he was going to teach him and all the things they could do.

But we had major issues along the way. I reached out to my parents to tell them I was happy, engaged, and had a baby on the way. I thought they'd taken it well because they got clean for a little while, they met Zoë and loved her, my mom even helped us decorate the nursery for a bit.

But she started using again and my dad was stealing from me. It broke me and I ended up having a miscarriage. It hurt so much.

But I should've known better. Addict parents don't get clean easily. They were lying to us and stealing, it hurt but it's life. After a while, Zoë and I tried again. By this point, she's started her second year of college.

Amir, Zoë's dad, moved me out of my house because he was worried they'd come back and just end up hurting me more. I never asked him to but he did because he said he couldn't live with himself if he put the life of the girl his daughter loves most in harm's way.

I moved into a different house closer to his house and he moved Zoë's stuff in too so we could live together while we tried again. And this time, I was lucky, we got pregnant again.

No one knew, just the three of us for a long time. I was six months pregnant before I told my best friends and that felt like a relief.

We didn't want to know the gender either. We didn't want to get our hopes up for anything so when our baby was born, we couldn't have been happier she was a girl.

Amir adored her right away, he called her his little princess and everything. When Zoë asked him if he was sad she wasn't a boy he looked at her like she was crazy.

He said he was still going to teach her all those things while he played dress up and tea party on the side. He's become my family too.

Our friends adore her. She's a little ray of sunshine alongside Noah, Stella and Lottie's son. Their birthdays are only a few weeks apart. Noah is older though.

Now Zoe and I are trying for baby number two. We're happily married and my gorgeous wife is in her first year on the forensics science team at the police force. I'm incredibly proud of her.

"There," Zoë said and I grabbed the stick.

"You won't be angry if it says no right?" I asked her.

"Why would I be angry at you? I love you more than anything, if it didn't work this time, we'll try again another time." She kissed my cheek softly.

I nodded and turned it over. Two lines and cross on the stick. I'm pregnant.

"I'm not dreaming right?" I asked Zoë

"No baby, we're gonna have another baby." She smiled brightly and I kissed her.

"Our last summer as a family of three," I said. Zoë smiled at me and kissed me once more.

"Last summer like this," she said. "I wouldn't have it any other way, a family of four."

"We have to tell your dad," I said.

"Another day, " she kissed my cheek. "Let's just enjoy what we have right now, give us a week or two to enjoy this." She said and I nodded.

"I love you Zoë," I said softly.

"I love you too Quinn." She kissed me gently.