More than you know.
They were sitting in front of Quinn, waiting for the results of Santana's check-up when she let out an amused chuckle while she read on and both Brittany and Santana looked at her curiously. Their hands were lovingly entwined, resting on Santana's lap.
"Is something wrong?" Brittany half smiled at her, clearly confused.
Quinn kept the smile on her lips "No, in fact, everything is more than fine. I don't know what you guys do but-" Her define eyebrows raised in amusement.
"What, Q? You're freaking me out here." Santana anxiously looked at Brittany and then directed at Quinn.
"You're already pregnant, Mrs Pierce. Your concerns about the side effects of the contraceptive are out the window now." She joked and they were just frozen on their seats.
Both jaws were slacked and they just looked at Quinn for a while before the happy news registered on their brains with a pair of smiles growing and their hand hold tightening. 4 weeks and counting, Santana was expecting again.
"What are you laughing at?" Santana playfully asked Brittany after they left the practice and were walking on the parking lot towards their SUV.
"I don't know. I'm just so happy." Brittany answered but laughed even harder, almost doubling over.
Santana started to laugh with her, delivering a couple of playful slaps to her shoulders "Stop it! This is your entire fault!" She teased but hugged Brittany as they both calmed down.
Brittany recovered her breath and sighed deeply, kissing Santana's forehead "I guess all that making up we did, unknowingly, had the desired effect. We're pregnant, San." She whispered, forehead to forehead and noses touching.
"I know babe and I'm so pleased it wasn't as complicated as we thought it could be." Santana beamed relieved and soundly pecked her on the lips a few times. She was already walking when Brittany gently turned her around again, pulled Santana against her and kissed her, hard and deeply until them both needed air.
"Although the making-up part was awesome and I'm over the moon we're having another little one, I really hate it when we fight and I'm so sorry I was silly." Brittany murmured looking at dark eyes while her arms circled her waist, holding her tightly.
Santana kissed her and smiled against her lips before whispering back "I hated it too Britt and I accepted your apology. I know you won't lie to me and I won't be such a bitch to you again… Aaand since you've been a good wifey, I'll maybe give you a little show once the boys go to bed."
Brittany shook her head, chuckling and claimed full lips again, deep and languid for as long as was physically possible "So, can we still practice for our third baby even though she's already on the way?"
Her blue eyes were full of mirth "What makes you think it's a girl?" Santana asked amused.
She burrowed her face into the crook of Santana's neck, inhaling the familiar scent that drove her crazy "I just have a feeling." She admitted in a low murmur not knowing she was, in fact, right.
And it all started on a warm Thursday…
With your name on my lips
the ages fall to bits…
"Christian, give 1 to your brother and don't run so fast! Hi, baby!"
"Hi, momma!" Both children echoed on their hasty exit to the garden.
Brittany chuckled at the answer she first received "What are you guys doing?"
"Just chilling while your boys try to trick me into giving them extra cookies…" Santana said while walking towards the glass door to watch their barefoot kids "Do you want us to pick you up sooner?"
Her smile grew when the laughter of Dominic and Christian could be heard in the distance "Oh, that's why I was calling. Puckerman and Sam want me to accompany them to dinner or something with a client."
"I think Puck mentioned it to me…"
"He did?" Her fair brows furrowed "Anyways, I don't think I'll be that late."
"Don't worry about it babe, you never want to go out with them so I think it's a good idea."
"Well that's because I rather spend my time with my family." Brittany settled across her office couch, hearing the smile in Santana's soft voice through the phone.
"I know but your family is going to be here when you come back. Always."
"Including the super hot, super sexy wife?"
Santana chuckled and sexily drawled "Especially her."
"I love you."
"I love you too, so much." A sigh "Text me when you can?"
Brittany hummed her positive response "Kiss the boys for me? Bye, baby."
After the phone call, Brittany's mind drifted off thinking about what her boys and Santana were doing. They had a pretty functional and established routine with them, and though it wasn't seamless, it worked to give the happy cuties the attention they needed and it helped a lot that they were both on school now. She was the one to spend less time at the office and only working on important projects when requested and by that time she was thinking in accepting an old professor's invitation to teach at her Alma Mater.
Brittany sometimes couldn't believe her life, almost 6 years after meeting Santana that Sunday afternoon. It was incredible for her how all played out in their favour and here she was now, married to the woman that stole her heart with a painful hit to the groin and with whom she had two beautiful boys and just decided to have a third.
You see, raising two kids was no easy task. But to her, to them, it was worth the effort and neither mind that sometimes their dates or just quality time alone would be spend in the mornings on their bedroom, a hotel room, or simply in each other's company having a quiet breakfast.
She was so deep in her thoughts that missed the way Puckerman was examining her dreamy expression until he had to cough out loud and clap a couple of times.
"What the fuck are you grinning about, little Pierce?"
"Shut up, Puck." She said with a hint of a blush "Are we going now or…?" The man smirked and gave her a hand, helping her to stand.
Had she known his plan and how all would turn out, she'd probably stayed on that sofa.
She felt good, the flow of drinks probably helped to but she still was a little confused as to why their supposed client was so late "This is fun and all but where the hell is Mr. Chow?" Brittany asked, recovering her breath from laughter.
"Probably doing another movie." Puck snorted on his drink.
"What?" Brittany asked as she didn't hear the answer and Sam just shrugged and avoided eye contact. Good ole' Samuel was having a rough time with being 40 and apparently he was going through a middle age crisis so he happened to be stupid enough to listen to Puckerman. Not his best idea.
A few minutes later, there was another person at their table "Mike?" Well, this was confusing her now. She sent Santana a text telling her he was there as well, and she received the expected encouraging response from the woman, telling her to go with it and enjoy.
As to this day, Brittany honestly doesn't know how it all happened, because really, they were all having a good time at the initial place that she didn't mind the client allegedly ditched them. One moment they were there, the next they were walking on a parking lot to a different location but the alcohol already flowing on her veins didn't help to stand her ground as she would have liked to.
The giggles slowly faded "Where are we? Is this a-" She squinted to focus her slightly blurry vision "I don't wanna go there, I wanna go to Santana."
"And I wanna go with Cedes," Sam slurred "I'm not feeling any young with- what're we doing again?"
Mike nodded like the loser he was at that moment as well and Puck rolled his eyes, throwing the half smoked cigarette to the ground of the high-end strip club he knew so well.
"Come on, we're just gonna have a good time, have a few drinks, listen to music-"
Sam said, forgetting his initial plan with Puckerman "We are we were, we were doing just that at that- where we come from…"
"Come oooon… Listen. You don't have to look at the ladies, but come on, keep me a little company. I don't want to look like a creeper all by myself in there." He said feigning embarrassment.
And yes, that was all the convincement it took. They didn't even notice the way the bouncer greeted him so familiarly as they were entering.
Brittany was uncomfortable to say the least and not because she was at a strip club. After all, the women there were working and whether by choice or the pure pleasure of it, it was their job. She felt the heavy atmosphere amongst the smell of alcohol and smoke combined with other scents creating a mixture she didn't like. But when Santana texted her a good night picture of her with the boys, she felt a nagging guilt for not telling where she was when she sneaked a call. The story could wait.
"Don't tell her now; she'll probably get mad at me." Puck had said "Besides no play, no harm." as he served her another drink.
She blinked a minute and then "Rachel?" What the hell was she doing there? When had she arrived? She didn't know.
And everything sped up from there. She remembers a little talk she had with one of the dancers and even showing her pictures of her family, she remembers Rachel talking animatedly with another one and then they were at another place when Sam started crying, which was a good thing because finally, she was aware of Santana's presence, helping her to the bed with the utmost care and she could swear Santana was giggling the whole time.
Brittany woke up alone in bed, thankful for the faint light permeating the room and in nothing more than some shorts and a tank top. She saw the hour and understood the quietness of her home. Santana was out dropping the boys at school and Emma wasn't there yet so she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth.
She was back in bed and already grabbing the phone to call her wife when she felt the mattress dip behind her and felt a moist kiss to her cheek. Brittany turned around and snuggled with Santana, hiding her face on her neck.
"Hey, you're awake. I thought you'd be sleeping the morning away. I already called Becca." Santana whispered.
Brittany groaned and mumbled a thank you, pressing her lips to warm skin.
Santana chuckled quietly and pulled her body even closer "I figured. You were quite wasted, sweetheart."
"I'm sorry." Brittany said, debating with herself if it was the right moment to tell Santana about her adventures.
"Shh, nothing to be sorry for." She pecked her lips when Brittany looked up "I'm happy you had fun with your brother, though you'll have to tell me later what on earth Rachel was doing with you."
Brittany hummed and groaned in disapproval when Santana stood up and walked away. But she quickly returned from their bathroom "Here, take this," She offered the pills and a bottle of water, which Brittany downed in record time "Are you up for some food?" Santana asked as Brittany pulled her down with her again.
"Not right now, later... I feel like shit." Brittany whispered, stretching a little with Santana practically on top of her, power suit and all.
She moved her hips for good measure "Maybe I can help you with that..." Santana said very lowly, biting Brittany's bottom lip before kissing her while pressing harder by the second. It was amazing how Santana's kisses could melt her.
Brittany sighed weakly when she saw and felt her wife's intentions "San, you don't have to…" Sh whispered, reaching for perfectly flowing dark curls.
But Santana was already getting rid of the cotton pants "I want to... I missed you last night." Were the last words she spoke before her mouth had other business to enjoy on that Friday morning.
So after Santana left for work, Brittany felt a lot better and slept like a baby until the kids returned from school in the afternoon with her wife. And still not a word was uttered about the not big deal and since she got busy with lunch and the children, she pushed it into the back of her mind.
Somehow, Brittany wasn't quite sure why she was stalling so much if it wasn't a big deal as she was thinking. She didn't want to upset Santana but she was assuming things when she shouldn't have. She failed to realize Santana noticed she was acting slightly weird and was distracted the whole time.
Sunday was the day shit got real, so to speak. Cleverly, everyone had told by then; everyone but Brittany, who was planning to do so that very night. Brunch at Sam's every two weeks was tradition, so when Madison said something about her daddy being naughty and having to make it up to her mommy, Santana got answers she didn't ask for.
"Oh yes, his middle age mini crisis is over. At least something good came out of those stripers." The woman laughed "Is Brittany making it up to you too?" Mercedes asked casually, taking the conversation when Maddie ran to the pool and judging by Santana's expression, it was not something she had a clue about.
Santana, being who she was, remained calm and let the day fade out reigning in the urge to demand an explanation right there and then. But seeing the fun of her children, her wife could wait so she played nice until they were alone on their bedroom. Confused was an understatement because she couldn't think of a reason as to why Brittany didn't feel confident enough to tell her. Had something happened?
Brittany re-entered the room and closed the door behind her, already dressed in her usual sleep wear "They're out like a light. Minion and Panda on board."
She was sitting on the edge of their bed "Is there something you want to tell me?" Santana asked her flatly.
"Uhm, what about?" was her dumb reply as she stood in front of the clearly upset woman and with one simple look Brittany realized "Santana..." She started, reaching for her hands.
Santana stood up, taking her distance but keeping her eyes on the blue ones "Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out? How stupid do you think I am?"
"Baby, let me explain-"
"God Brittany, I literally sucked the hangover off of you after that night… Did you have that much fun?" She was passing now, her voice hard.
"San, it wasn't like that- It wasn't a big deal…" She saw her fuming "The strip club I mean. One moment we were at the restaurant then we were all there-"
"Oh, so I'm supposed to believe they forced you?" Brittany tried to get close to her but only to be repelled "You know what, that's not even the point... Why didn't you tell me? Are you new to this marriage?"
She frowned for a split second "Am I new- I didn't tell you right away because it wasn't a big deal. I didn't even see the women dancing…" Santana looked pointedly at her "Maybe just a couple because they were walking around-"
"Are you listening to yourself? You all acted like a bunch of teenagers,"
Brittany let out a deep breath "I knew you were going to freak out. Puck said-"
"Puck said? What are you? 10?" Santana laughed sarcastically, causing Brittany to huff loudly.
"You're not listening-" She tried again.
Dark eyes narrowed and she rose both hands in mocked surrender "You know what? I don't want to talk about it now. We're both getting upset…"
"You're the one upset! I'm trying to tell you what happened but you won't let me talk." She was growing impatient, her blue eyes trailing after Santana as she returned from the walk in closet with a blanket and threw it at Brittany. Why was this escalating so quickly? Weren't they supposed to trust each other?
"I'm not sleeping on the couch," Brittany stubbornly countered and let the blanket fall to the floor "This is my bed, you are my wife and I'm not sleeping anywhere else but here." She spoke with her cheeks tinted in pink.
Dark eyes were watering along with blue ones "Just go, Brittany."
"Nothing happened! You're making a big deal out of this!" Brittany practically yelled, taking a couple of steps towards her side of the bed.
"Then why didn't you tell me!" She matched Brittany's tone, feeling more angered with her wife's attitude.
"See?" Brittany pointed out, angry at the situation "I was right because you're freaking out over nothing!"
"You don't get it, do you?" A bitter chuckle escaped her pouty lips while Brittany was forcefully removing the duvet.
"This is Camille all over again."
Santana's voice was harsh and challenging from the other side of the bed "What the fuck does that mean?!"
Brittany threw a pillow to the floor, losing it completely "It fucking means that if it were for you I would have ended up with her because you're so damn insecure!" and of course, as soon as the words left her lips and registered on her brain, she regretted them, really regretted them.
"Baby... I didn't mean- I wasn't thinking... I'm sorry."
Santana remained frozen and the pained look dark eyes gave her? Made it all the worst when she quietly held her blue eyes for a few seconds and then walked away, grabbed the discarded blanket and left the bedroom with tears down her cheeks. Brittany knew better than to follow her.
Some kind of violent bliss led me to love like this.
One thousand deaths my dear
I'm dying without you here…
