That was what babies were supposed to do. Sleep all the time, eat all the time, and cry all the time. Beth seemed pretty nice right now, however. Puck couldn't help but admire her tiny features, feeling a sharp twinge of pride running through him as he did so. He and Quinn were young. Way too young to be parents, most people would have said. But, looking at them both now, Puck knew he'd have to disagree. They were doing pretty well for two teens who had just had a baby born. And in a different country! Maybe that was because they were slowly getting used to crazy stuff happening to them all the time, Puck didn't know. What he did know was that he was going to be a proud father, too young or not. He was going to take real good care of his daughter. At the thought, Puck reached out and gently smoothed his fingers over what little hair she had on her head. She looked a lot like Quinn. Maybe there was a little bit of him in there too. It was kinda awesome. Like someone had taken both their bodies and cloned them into this tiny kid. Except Quinn was right. Their baby was going to be raised a lot better than they ever were. Maybe he and Quinn weren't perfect, but they both seemed to want good things. That was important and it'd make all the different for their baby. He had money saved up from all that work that he had put in over the past couple months. They'd be okay.
"Okay," Puck agreed, looking to Quinn carefully. "They can be her Godmothers. We'll ask them and stuff." Puck paused, reaching up to run a hand over his mohawk. "But, uh..." He quietly leaned back in his chair, not really sure on how to be all serious about what he wanted to say. He wasn't really good at explaining himself. "You're not...y'know. A bad person or anything. I think if she turned out like you she'd be more than okay."
Except for the whole wine coolers thing. Because that had been pretty stupid.