"Britt it tickles! Britt! You're tickling!"
The humming continued. Brittany's smiling eyes rose above the hill Santana's belly had become, but her lips remained locked onto the skin.
"What are— what are you doing?"
Brittany drew out the hum even longer this time. Something about it was familiar. She sounded like a tuba.
"I'm not kidding, Brittany, I'm gonna squirt her out if you don't stop—"
Brittany had to push it a little, just to make sure, but then she backed off with little kisses, little pats to the belly.
"You are my sunshine," she sang to the belly.