On Tumrblr, a lot of my followers like to send me little prompts to base mini stories (aka Ficlets) off of. I decided to put them on here to make things easier to find.
Request: Finntana, Santana is pregnant. -Anon.
Santana sat on the couch, crying at the stupid movie playing on the television. Then he walked into the room. The stupid jackass that did this to her. She immediately stopped crying and threw the remote at him, hitting him right on the side of his head.
"What the hell, San?" Finn shouted at her. "What did I do to you?"
She jumped up from the couch and walked over to him, shoving at his chest. "You're stupid ass knocked me up. And now I'm hungry all the time, I want to cry a lot, and throw up, and I'm horny every damn second but the smell of your body wash makes me sick so I don't want to touch you. And I just know that this kid if going to be fucking huge!" She pushes him again. "God, I just hope the baby gets my genes because if she gets yours she'll be some tall, dumb, awkward thing."
Finn lets out a loud sigh and grabs her hands. "Are we really back to this again?"
She knows what he's talking about. At least once a week since she found out she was carrying Finn's child six months ago she goes on a rampage; attacking Finn for knocking her up. She can't help it though. Her breasts hurt like hell; Finn likes them because they got even bigger, her feet are killing her and she can only wear flip-flops. None of her clothes fit and everyone looks at her like she is scum because she got pregnant at nineteen. It's not like she just had a one night stand gone wrong. She and Finn have been together for over a year now. And yea, neither one of them was ready for this but here they were, sticking together.
"I'm just so tired of being pregnant." She's crying again. Damn these hormones.
Finn wrapped his arms around her, shushing her, rocking her in place gently and kissing the top of her head. "In a few months our baby girl will be here and it'll be worth it."
"That's easy for you to say. You don't have to feel like this." She's back to being mad at him.
He pulled away and frowned. "I might not be going through the body changes and the mood swings but I am feeling it. I'm scared, Santana. I have a shit job, I'm not smart enough to get into a college and I just want to make you and our baby happy."
She's happy now. Not because he feels like shit too, though it's kind of a plus, but because he wants to be good for her and the baby. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down to her. "We'll be ok, Finn." She kisses him lightly. "She's kicking." Santana grabs his hand and puts it on her stomach, watching his face. He feels the kick and his face lights up. Ok, so maybe being pregnant isn't so bad. Not if she gets to see that expression on his face every time the baby kicks. "I love you." She whispers, her eyes still on his face.
"I love you too." He looks up at her and kisses her lightly.
They end up lying together in the little bed. The crib he built sitting a few feet away. His head is resting on her belly and he's tracing little hearts on her. Her hands are in his hair, running through it slowly.
"We should name her Sarah." He says out of nowhere.
She smiles a little, "Why Sarah?"
"Because it means Princess and that's what she'll be to us."
He's adorable and she can't say no to that kind of reasoning. "I like it." He lifts his head and smiles at her. "You're going to be an amazing dad, Finn."
He blushes and damn, if he's not the cutest thing in the world. She hopes their baby is like him.