"You look."
"No. You should."
"Why? You're the one who should know!"
"So should you!"
"Yeah but whatever that says is going to affect us both, but you more than anything."
"Why don't we look together?"
"Okay… ready?"
"No."
"1…"
"2…"
"3!"
"You didn't look!" Santana whined, looking at her wife in annoyance holding the stick tightly in her left hand.
"Nor did you!" Brittany retorted.
"Well… no but-"
"But nothing. Maybe this was a bad idea, what if it's not worked again, what if we're not ready, what if I do something wrong and it fucks everything up, what if-" Brittany started panicking, but Santana placed the stick by the sink and grabbed her face, forcing the blonde to look into her eyes.
"Calm down. Breathe, come on, we can do this, do you love me?" She asked.
"Yes, more than anythi-"
"And I love you yes?" She interrupted, still making eye-contact.
"Well, yeah but-"
"Then everything will be fine. No matter what that stick says okay?"
"Okay." Brittany nodded.
"Good ready?"
"Yes."
"Together?"
"Together." Santana picked up the stick in one hand and held onto Brittanys hand with the other.
"1…"
"2…"
"3." They said in unison, both finally looking down at the test.
"Oh my god…" Brittany breathed.
"Oh my god…" Santana mumbled.
"Does that-?" Brittany began.
"Uh huh."
"So that means-?"
"Uh huh!"
"Oh my god! We're gonna be Mommies!" She shouted wrapping her arms around Santanas waist and hoisting her off the ground, spinning them both around in circles in their tiny bathroom.
"YES!" The latina squealed, hugging her wifes neck, a small tear of happiness escaping her eye as Brittany put her back down on the floor. She fused their lips together in a passionate kiss, the overwhelming emotions of joy and love filling their hearts in this one moment. "I love you so much." She uttered against her lips.
"I love you too San, I'm so happy."
"We're gonna have a baby." Santana giggled.
"Yes." Brittany chuckled. "Yes, we are."