A one-shot/future Brittana situation. I've decided to post this because... well cause it's summer and I know I needs me some Brittana and I assume the rest of the world does as well:):)
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Brittany knew Santana, probably as well as she knew herself. But if there was one thing, one part about her wife she'd never quite wrapped her head around, it was her reaction.
No matter the situation whether big or small Brittany was never too certain how her lady would react. Sometimes when the blonde thought her wife would get mad, it would turn out that she was happy or at least not mad at Brittany.
There were times that Brittany was positive that Santana was going to be happy and, well, she wasn't. This woman confused her to no end but in reality that is all part of her charm.
So, with Brittany having some rather pressing news to share with her best friend, soul mate and wife she hoped that by creating a relaxing environment it would make Santana's reaction positive. There was really no way to think that it wouldn't be good. But after Brittany had everything sorted out, the house cleaned, dinner prepared and wine glasses filled to the brim Santana came home to complain about a 'million' new cases she had gotten two months ago. Brittany didn't really understand why she was irritated about this because she had been practically salivating at the chance to get some of these cases in hopes of being offered a promotion. She had been with the firm for almost four years now but the work she put in was so much more than most of the senior reps there, according to her anyway.
But this was good news, Brittany was sure of it great even. So, she continued out her plan the next day cleaning the house and creating the romantic affect in hopes to squeeze the love from her wife. She thought long and hard about what and how she was going to say it. Rachel had even suggested writing everything out on index cards and reading them over. She'd considered it and actually attempted but it did not feel natural.
Brittany was a firm believer in speaking from the heart and, its words change every second. What she says on those index cards are going to be completely different words when she stands in front of Santana. But it wouldn't hurt to run a few lines while she's waiting.
'Santana I have something important…' No that just didn't sound right or even special Brittany thought. It sounds like something an anchor on a news show would say before detailing a horrible story. She rolls her eyes at herself and clears her throat. 'Santana guess what…' Well that didn't seem any better either.
The front door opens taking her out of her thoughts momentarily and she smiles as she makes her way through the hallway to greet her wife. Santana forces a smile as she carries a box of files in her arms, kicking the door closed with her foot and tossing the box onto the side table by the closet. Getting rid of her briefcase Santana steps towards her wife, placing a soft kiss on her lips in letting a natural, real smile come to her face.
"Hey baby how was your day?" The Latina asks, taking her jacket off and hanging it on the banister which is quickly removed by the blonde and brought over to the coat rack where it belongs.
"It was great." Brittany beams turning back to face Santana. "You?" She hesitates for a moment to ask this question, nervous that it's going to just be the start of a long tirade of how atrocious the day had been. But today Santana shrugs and offers a simple, 'it was alright' before looking back at her blonde wife and grinning.
"Much better now." She whispers stepping closer to her and pulling her closer. But before she can show her exactly how much better her day has gotten her phone starts going off in her jacket pocket and she groans. "Ugh what now?"
Brittany twists her lips, watching her wife stomp over to retrieve the phone and decides to go check on dinner while Santana deals with the work related call. She can still hear Santana's voice as she talks to whoever it is on the other end obviously from the firm but she has learned to tune out those types of calls knowing that her wife will only recite word for word what it was about for her anyway.
"Oh my God!" Santana says loudly as she hangs up the phone. "Oh my God!" She yells this time jumping up and down. "Brittany!" She calls out walking quickly to the kitchen, which was empty but then turns to head to the bathroom when she hears the water running in there. "Baby I got it!" She announces throwing her arms up in the air and Brittany tilts her head whipping her mouth with the back of her hand. "The job. I got the job!" Santana tells her in excitement and moves towards the blonde wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her up for a moment. "Do you know how awesome this is?" She asks finally putting Brittany down who has a bewildered smile on. "I mean, ugh, seriously this is the best news I've gotten in a while." Santana grins but then takes notice of her wife's expression. "B, what's wrong? You look like you're… like you're gonna be sick." Santana points out and Brittany's eyes flicker around her form and she shifts from side to side. "Say something." Santana says after a few moments.
"I'm pregnant."
"I'm sorry?" Santana asks completely caught off guard thinking maybe she heard wrong and Brittany's lower lip trembles at the question.
"I… I'm, we…" She stutters and then smiles cautiously. "We're pregnant." She watches realization fall over Santana's features and then confusion.
"But I thought…" Santana trails off at the end, her eyebrows knitting together.
"It was a false negative." Brittany explains the unfinished question.
"Oh my God." Santana breathes out, her eyebrows to her hair line, her jaw hanging open and her eyes looking to the side of her wife.
"I'm sorry." Brittany mutters, her eyes averting to the ground.
"What?" The Latina questions, her focus turning fully onto the blonde before her. "Why?"
"You were so happy about the promotion and…"
"Brittany, seriously, the announcement of my wife being pregnant with our child takes precedent over everything." Santana informs her, grin perfectly in place and her arms open wide just waiting for Brittany to fall into them.
"Really?" Brittany's voice cracks and her head tilts to the side again, her eyes watering up.
"Babe, I can't believe you right now. First of all, you are always number one no matter what." She points at the blonde and winks before stepping forward to pull Brittany against her.
The rest of the night Brittany watches as Santana dotes on her. Setting the rest of dinner up, clearing everything afterwards and carrying the blonde into the living room to watch television. She smiles to herself as Santana sits on the floor, her back to the television so she is facing Brittany's stomach and talks to the growing child inside of her wife.
When they go to bed they kiss and cuddle like they normally do and when it's time for actual sleep she grins when her wife lowers herself on the bed and lifts up her shirt. She giggles when Santana presses her lips onto her stomach and says 'I love you' to her still flat belly and her heart swells when Santana slides back up to meet her eyes to kiss her on the lips and says 'I love you'.
Santana leans over to shut the lamp off on Brittany's side and the couple gets comfortable in bed and the blonde sighs in content when her wife's hand covers her stomach and brushes her thumb softly over the skin. She closes her eyes and breathes out a sigh of relief when she feels Santana's steady breathing against her neck and when she whispers 'this is the happiest day of my life' into her ear.
Brittany knew Santana, probably as well as she knew herself. But if there was one thing, one part about her wife she'd never quite wrapped her head around, it was her reaction. But then again, that was all part of her charm.
