Hey guys, I decided to do a sequel for this story. If you haven't read the first one, you may want to because I don't think it will really make sense. I'm not sure if I'll have enough ideas, but we'll see where it goes :) Hope you like it!
Puck's POV
"I missed that," Santana said, rolling over to her side of the bed, catching her breath.
I laughed, "still can't believe it's been six years for you."
"Very funny," she said, as I started to lead a trail of kisses up her neck again.
"Again?" I whispered into her ear.
"We can't," she said, struggling to push me away. "We need to get ready for work… Noah" she giggled, as I ran my hands through her hair and placed more kisses up her jaw line.
"Come on…" I said as our lips met.
"…Mhhm" she gave in, taking a breath before we kissed again.
That was a month ago now. I had asked Santana to move in with me not long after we started dating. She was quick to say yes and I am so glad to have her in arms every night.
She is recovering well from what happened when she told me about the baby, and is almost back to the Santana I knew and loved in high school. Well… the nice Santana, that is.
Santana's POV
I love living with Noah, I didn't realise how much I missed him. The first time we were together again made me feel like I was back in high school.
Although this time we were actually in love, and there was a passion between us that had never been there before.
Except maybe that night after graduation… and now I'm thinking history may repeat itself…
I had been feeling sick all morning. I told Noah it was probably something I picked up at work, but I wasn't so sure.
A little after lunch Noah was called in for work. He didn't want to leave me but I told him that if he wanted to stay in New York he would have to go. He reluctantly gave in.
Not long after he left I threw up… that's when I knew something wasn't right. I had felt like this before… six years ago.
After a quick trip to the store to buy a test, I stood in the bathroom waiting.
Puck's POV
It was about five in the evening when I left work. I was glad I could leave early; I wanted to get back to Santana.
"Babe, I'm home!" I called, as I walked through the door.
There was no response. "Santana?" I called again.
I walked into our room when I heard crying coming from the bathroom. "No…" I thought, extremely worried. I figured something had triggered her memory and she went back to hurting her stomach again.
I quickly ran to the bathroom and found her on the floor, leaning up against the bath sobbing. I was right, she was putting a lot of pressure on her lower stomach, I could see her arms and hands turning white.
"Santana!" I said frantically, kneeling down next to her and embracing her small figure. "Not again… San, let go, please, let go." I said pulling at her arm.
She only held on tighter. "Santana! There's no baby there remember!" I shouted, releasing her grip and holding her arms tightly to stop her from starting again.
"YES THERE IS!" She shouted, trying to pull her arms out of my grip.
I let go in shock. "What do you mean there is?" I said, confused and scared.
"I'm pregnant Noah," she said as she started wrapping her arms around her stomach.
I had to get out of shock fairly quickly, "Santana, listen to me… you don't want to do this again. You just think you do. Please stop, YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL THIS BABY!"
She dropped her arms by her sides and burst into tears. I picked her up and carried her to our bed, lying down next to her.
"I can't do it Noah… something's wrong with me. It's like a reflex… I saw the positive test and I just felt like I had to do it again… kill it. I don't want to, you have to believe me. She pleaded, resting her head on my shoulder.
"Shhh, it's okay," I said, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. "I believe you…. everything's going to be okay."
We stayed like that until she stopped crying. "Thank you…" she whispered.
"We can do this San… I know we can."
At least, I hoped we could…
Hope you liked it, I know it moved kinda fast but I wanted to get to the point.
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