PB&J (Constant Craving)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nine months, nine cravings. Brittany's pregnant with their first child and Santana would move heaven and earth to make sure her wife gets whatever she wants. WIP.
A/N: Written for Day 1 of Brittana Week on Tumblr. Also, this is my first real try writing Brittana fic (since usually I'm glued to my seat, reading the amazing fic already out there in this fandom). I wrote this really quickly b/c I wanted to make the deadline last night – so this is only Part 1.
1.
When the doctor had walked into the waiting room (clipboard in hand and smiling all the while) and confirmed the news that, yes, the process had taken and Brittany was indeed pregnant, Santana could have sworn her heart skipped a beat—maybe two.
It had worked. They were having a baby. Hers and Brittany's. Theirs.
It was a miracle.
The feeling that this knowledge brought was unlike anything she'd ever known. Santana's head suddenly felt light while her chest felt immensely full, bursting with happiness and pride and unbelievable love for Brittany, Brittany, always and only Brittany—and this new life that was growing inside of her.
She turned to look at her wife, eyes already stinging, only to see that Brittany was also on the verge of crying. "Babe…" Brittany began, before a choked laugh escaped her and the tears began to flow.
Santana had taken Brittany in her arms then. She could feel Brittany's hand curling around the back of her neck, pulling her closer as they kissed once, twice, three times, deeper and deeper. Brittany's lips, soft and wet from their mingled tears, met Santana's with a mixture of tenderness and urgency.
"San," she breathed out in between kisses, "we're going to have a baby. Our baby… he or she is coming. Can you believe it?"
Santana had felt like whispering, No, no babe, I almost can't. The only reason I do believe it—the reason I believe anything at all, really—is because this is happening with you. Without saying anything, she pulled away slightly, planting a quick kiss on Brittany's knuckles before gently placing both hands on Brittany's still-perfectly-flat stomach.
"We're starting our family now," she murmured, still in a daze. As she looked into her wife's smiling face, somehow already radiant with that expectant-mother-glow—God, she's beautiful. Was this really, finally happening? How the hell did I get this lucky?—Santana was positive her heart had just skipped another beat. "And I'll do anything to take care of us, Britt. Whatever you need, whenever you need it—I'm here, okay? Always."
In response, Brittany leaned in closer. Their lips were almost grazing again; Santana could still see the tear tracks drying on her cheeks. "I love you so, so, so much," Brittany whispered quietly. Her hands now covered Santana's, still pressed against her belly. Slowly, gently, their fingers intertwined. "You really have no idea."
They stayed like that for a few seconds, neither wanting to let go of the moment too soon.
Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, Brittany giggled. She tugged at Santana's hand and gave her a teasing smile. "But, since you're being so sweet and considerate… maybe we can start with some waffles for dinner?"