A/N
It's been awhile since I've written anything but I enjoy the feeling so I'll try again. This is sort of a sequel to Forgive Me but can stand on it's own.
I'll be honest I can never see past the current chapter until I have some sort of epiphany. So I in no way know where this story is going.
Well I hope you enjoy. Leave a comment or suggestion if you like.
Happy reading!
I don't own the characters, just the story.
Santana's POV
I felt like I was in an alternate universe when I felt the covers being ripped from me, violently waking me from my peaceful slumber.
"Get up. Let's get going." I pretended not to hear and pulled the covers back over my face. "Santana. Get up." The voice was more forceful now and the covers were pushed farther away from my reach.
"You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled sleepily as I threw my pillow over my face.
"You've got to be kidding me. I told you last night I wanted to go this morning and you said okay. Now you refuse to get up." I did not have to look up to know her hands were on her hips giving me the evil eye.
"I probably said that so you would shut up and I could get some sleep. What can I do now to get you to do the same thing?" She snatched the pillow from my face and leaned down close to my ear.
"Get your ass up and come with me to the home store." I winced because her voice level was way too loud for being that close to my eardrum. I know it was no accident.
I cracked one eye open. "Why the hell would I want to do that?" I ask reaching for my pillow as she threw it on a chair in the corner of the room.
"Because you're helping me pick the rug and the color scheme for the nursery." Her face was growing more and more impatient by the second. I still hadn't even opened both of my eyes.
"I don't want anything to do with that." I said calmly as a closed my eye again and began imagining that my head was resting comfortably on my pillow and I was snuggled underneath the covers again.
"This is your baby right?" She said. I opened my eyes just in time to see her point to her stomach.
"Yes, it's my baby. Wake me when he's ready to come out. Not for paint and rug swatches." I turned over casually in a last ditch attempt to resume sleep.
"Dammit San! You want nothing to do with this baby. You don't want to help with furniture or clothes or paint or toys. Why are we having a baby in the first place?! I feel like I'm all alone in this. Who is going to comfort this child when he screams in the middle of the night? Who is going to feed him? And bathe him? And dress him? Am I doing this alone or are you helping me?!" She started off really loud then towards the end of her rant I heard frustrated sniffles. Clear signs of holding back tears.
I quickly sat up and swung my legs off the bed to face her. I had to resist the urge to tell her that she decided to carry this baby all on her own after I had expressed that I was willing to carry. Our therapist said it was important for me not to keep bringing it up. She chose this to show me how serious she was about our family. If I was really trying to move past it and build a life with Brittany and our future child, then I had to let go of the resentment and forgive her for everything that happened in the past. It's been a wild ride to get here so the best I can say about my attitude is that it's a work in progress.
So I mustered up all the pleasantness I had. "I'm sorry babe. I just hate all this prep stuff. You know that. We talked about this. I really don't care what kind of clothes or toys we buy him. I don't care much about furniture either but I did go through all the trouble of checking safety guidelines and making a list of recalled items to avoid."
She sniffled once more. "Yea, you did. I remember you handing me that extremely long list." She smiled.
"Which I immediately took back and sorted into-"
"Brand, style, and type." We both finished together.
"If it will make you happy, I will go to the home store with you. I just thought you might prefer doing these things with your friends because you know how much of a pain in the ass I can be sometimes." I grabbed her hands and swung them back and forth between us.
"Yes, you are a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass and I want to do this with you. Now get dressed." I sighed, but stood up and stretched. "I'll pick. You just hold my hand okay?"
"I can do that babe." I smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"San?" She called to me when I reached the bathroom door.
"Yes?"
"I'm almost afraid to have your baby." She looked down quickly before looking back at me again.
"What, why?" I turned around fully to face her.
"It was so hard to get you out of bed just now. Imagine getting your son up in ten years."
I laughed before walking back and pulling her into my arms. "Brittany I promise you that if our son is as big of a pain in the ass as I am, that I will be on morning duty. And we all know how much I hate mornings." I smiled as I kissed her on the neck a few times and rocked us back and forth.
An hour later we were walking up and down the paint aisles looking for someone to help us.
"I'm getting impatient." I said while tapping my foot.
"Getting?" she smirked at me. "Getting implies that you were at some point patient. Which we both know you were not." She kissed me on the cheek.
"Yea yea, I know. But I'm trying to be patient. Come on babe, we've been walking around for like ten minutes and no one has come to help us. There's like a thousand cameras in this store. I know they can see us." I say as I start waving frantically to no one in particular.
Brittany grabbed my hand and pulled it down to my side. "Stop it. Someone will be here in a few minutes."
My face drops into a frown. "You said that a few minutes ago."
She sighed loudly. "Remind me to never take you and your son to the store at the same time. I don't think I can handle two children at once."
"Whatever. You stay here. I'm going to see if I can flag someone down." She grabbed my hand as I was walking away and pulled me in close. The baby bump was pressed into my stomach which was becoming one of my favorite things as of late.
"Why don't you stay here and wait with me?" She purred in my ear. Even though it sent chills down my spine, I kept my resolve.
"Babe, I'm tired of waiting. I want-"
"Just wait here with me." She slid her hands from my shoulders and down my arms. At the joining of our hands she wrapped them around her back and pushed my fingers in her back pockets. "Here, now you have something to do with your hands while you wait."
Just as I was starting to melt into her embrace, my fingers doing their best to grip her backside, someone approached us. "You ladies need any help?" My eyes snapped angrily at him for interrupting my near grope of Brittany's ass until I remembered the real reason we were here. I slid my hands out of her pocket and settled on the lacing our fingers together.
"Took you long enough. How long do you normally keep a pregnant woman waiting? I mean even a monkey could provide-" She pulled roughly on my hand. "Ow, Britt."
"Hush." She snarled at me through gritted teeth. "Yes, actually we were wondering if we could match some paint and rug swatches for the nursery." She smiled warmly at him which annoyed me to no end. Why be extra nice to the guy that kept us waiting for so long?
"Sure. Why don't you ladies take a seat over here and flip through these paint samples. I'll go get the rug book. That's the easiest way to see the colors close together."
"Thank you. Oh while you're here we also want to get a quote for closet shelving and installment."
"We do?" She never said anything about changing the closet. I liked our small walk-in closet. One side for me, one for her, the back wall for shoes and accessories. Britt never complained about it before.
"Yes, the closet in the nursery is not well suited for a baby or a young child. I want it to be able to fit his needs for as long as we live in this house." I opened my mouth to object, but she kissed me before I could. "What happened to just holding my hand?" I couldn't contain the heavy sigh I released before ushering the man to obey her wishes.
"Okay. I apologize we're a little short staffed today, but I'll be right back with the rug book and see if I can flag down someone in the organization department on my way."
"Thank you so much." She smiled at him once more before he retreated in the direction he once came.
"Ugh why must you be so nice to that home improvement puppet? After all the time he made us wait!" Brittany ignored my attitude and began to flip through the book of paint colors.
"How about a peaceful green?" I only shrugged in response. She kept flipping. It looked more like pea green to me anyway. "Babe I realize that even if you do eat breakfast you're usually a grumpy puss in the morning, but berating that man will not get us out of here any faster. Just be patient, I already know what I want. We'll get the quote then you can take me out for breakfast." I felt her slender fingers squeeze my thigh which she knows releases the tension in my chest.
"You're cute but why should I be the one to pay?" I smirked, waiting for her to concede defeat and literally pay for waking me up so early on a Saturday.
"Because you love me." She kissed my cheek before turning back to the book. "And you said it yourself, I'm cute." I suppressed a laugh. She knew she'd won by that adorable little smile on her face, but I didn't want to give her that satisfaction of knowing it.
"Yea well you better put out later. Breakfast isn't free."
"I think that can be arranged." With a wink of one of her beautiful blue eyes, my anger dissipated and my sexual frustration increased. It had been a over a week since Britt has been in the mood to do anything remotely resembling sex and there's only so much I can do by myself. If she was in the mood I was definitely going to take full advantage.
Forty-five minutes later we are seated across from each other at our favorite little diner, waiting for our order to arrive.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She inquired while staring at the stupid grin on my face.
"You're just so beautiful."
"Yea right. That's somewhere between your just got laid smile and your goofy pancake grin. Since you didn't get any this morning I'm gonna lean towards goofy pancake." Those blue eyes sparkled when she laughed. My hands slid across the table to hers.
"Two problems with you theory love. Number one: I'm too hot to be called goofy in any way, shape, or form." I seductively brushed my hair over my shoulder, which immediately made her breath hitch. Yep, I still got it. "And number two, I plan on getting some later, so this is the before mind blowing sex grin."
"Say it a little louder San. I don't think the hostess can hear you." Her cheeks turned pink at my comment.
"I SAID, THIS IS MY BEFORE MIND BLOWING SEX GRIN." Britt knocked her half empty water glass over sending water off the side of the table and even more people staring in our direction.
She furiously grabbed napkins from the dispenser to soak up the water. "Santana!" Now those beautiful pink cheeks were a deep red.
"Hey don't blame me! You know how much I love to follow a command." My voice was deep and sultry. At that moment it's almost as if I can see the sparkle in her eye change to a slow burning fire. The bright blue seemingly darker, more mysterious, and definitely sexy.
Any hint of embarrassment vanished from her face and her voice turned deep and cold, obviously ready to call my bluff. "You love commands huh?" I tried to answer but my throat was so dry all I could do was swallow hard and nod. I love when Brittany takes control. And since it had been a long time since she had, I was getting worked up a lot faster than usual. "Well come here." She beckoned to me with one of those long, slender fingers I missed so much. I leaned across the table and she met me halfway. "You know what I want you to do?" Her deep and sultry voice wafted into my ear sending shivers down my spine and out through my toes. It took all I had to keep it from reaching other places on my body.
I tried to speak but my throat was still so dry. I cleared my throat. "What do you want?" My voice came out scratchier than I had hoped it would.
"Take these napkins..."
"Mmm-hmm..."
"And clean up this mess." She slid the napkins to me and pointed to the water on the floor. Then she got up, stepped over the puddle and headed for the door. "I'll be in the car. Don't make me wait."
My jaw dropped as I watched her walk away. The door closed and snapped me out of my trance. I could see multiple tables still looking at me, wondering what all the commotion was about. "What are you all looking at? Show's over." I grumbled while throwing some napkins on the water. Not only had she worked me up in front of a crowd of people but she left me here with this mess. The waitress came over with our food as I was unsuccessfully soaking up the water.
"Here you ar- Oh, what happened here?"
"Oh nothing just a little water spill sorry."
"That's no problem. Here let me take care of that for you." She set our plates down on the table and tried to take over.
"No thank you, I got it. I'd much rather you box up our food and bring me the check."
"Is something wrong?" Judging by the worried look on her face, she thought maybe she'd done something to lose her tip.
"Nothing at all. My girlfriend just- she and I are-" I sighed. There's no right way to tell your waitress that your girlfriend is finally in the mood and you needed to get home and fuck her brains out before this window of opportunity closed. "We just need to get going. Extra five bucks in your tip if you could do that quickly. She's already in the car." She nodded and scurried off with our plates.
Less than four minutes later I was behind the wheel of the car handing Brittany our take out bag. "Good job on not keeping me waiting."
"How am I supposed to drive all worked up like this? That's not fair Britt." I'm normally not this easy to control but Santana Lopez is a sexual being. This whole pregnancy thing has put our sex life on hold and while I completely understand, the first thing I plan on teaching our son is when his mommies need alone time.
"You'll figure something out. Now, drive." Low, authoritative, and unbelievably sexy. If I was a guy I would definitely have to unbutton my pants to relieve some pressure.
"Yes ma'am." I turned the key in the ignition and shifted in to drive, determined to make it home in the safest and also fastest way as humanly possible.