AN: As mentioned in my other fic, this is merely a preview for what's to come. The moment Sucker For Pain finishes this will begin. If you want to read at least 40 chapters of this (There's 78 chapters or maybe 75), then well I do have a and a tumblr.

Song: I Know What You Did Last Summer: Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

Summary: But Santana's eyes are fixed on her husband. His slumped shoulders, and slowed step make her stomach sink. He hadn't noticed her yet, but the moment he looks up and sees her she can feel her heart breaking even before he says the next two words.

"I'm sorry."

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Santana stirred as she felt warm calloused hands travelling down her back gently. She bit her lip, and let out a small pleased groan when they rested on the small of her back, feeling the fingers slowly began to massage one of her secret erogenous zones. She loved it, getting her back rubbed like this and she stretches hearing her bones pop and crack back into place. "Stats?" She questioned sleepily.

"You didn't watch the game?"

"You were playing Minnesota, of course I didn't watch the game. You won didn't you?"

"Obviously, the streak has been extended."

"Good. Now, stats?"

"Twenty-seven points, seven assists, three rebounds, four steals, one block, two turnovers."

"Field-goal percentage? And how many threes?" Santana asked letting out another low pleased purr. "Mmm, right there, keep going," she orders.

"Forty-six percent, and seventy-five percent from the three-point line. Got all of my free throws."

She nodded in approval, groaning when he hits a sore spot. "Still. I would have thought you were going for a triple double."

He smirks and leans down, whispering low in her ear. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you talk basketball?"

"I have an idea." Santana murmurs, a pleased smile on her lips even though her eyes were still closed. She had fallen in love with the dorky gangly high school basketball player as a teenager, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined they would have all of this. He was the best shooting guard in the league but all of the money in the world couldn't buy the picture perfect family they had managed to forge through their own blood, sweat and tears. Still, she had her own booming interior design business and fashion label that was taking off thanks to her two-year stint on 'Basketball Wives'. She had the life that everyone dreamed of and she didn't want to take it for granted.

"Just an idea." Charlie's grin turns lecherous at his naked wife beneath him. "Maybe I need to clarify something, then."

"Please do." Santana challenges. He's been on an extended road trip for the last week and a half and maybe she had caught a few minutes of the game but she's going to take any chance she can to be with him. Especially since she has news that will make their time together even more sparse.

But before Charlie can make do on any promise, the door to their bedroom suite opens and the sound of feet against their hardwood floors signal the impending attack. "Daddy! You're back!" Bela cries as she jumps on her parents bed, practically tackling her father in the effort.

Charlie laughs and hugs his almost ten-year-old daughter before scooping up four-year-old Max. "Oh no it's the piranha!"

"Rawr!" Max yells and then giggles, wrapping his arms around Charlie's neck. "I missed you daddy."

Santana rolls her eyes, she's pretty sure that's not the sound a piranha makes but decides to let it go. Instead she watches Charlie rub Max's back and holds him tightly. He was good with them; he may not be the most present father at times but he tried. He made it to as many of Bela's recitals as possible, he had even managed to come to Max's play, to Max's delight. He had forgotten his lines and babbled happily, but Charlie had been there.

It's still dark outside, but a glance at the clock tells her that it's pointless to try to put the kids back to bed. "Bela, why don't you take Daddy and let him help you make scrambled eggs for breakfast." She fights the grimace as her stomach flips at the thought and glares teasingly up at her husband. "You do think you can manage that, right?"

"I'll have you know I'm a professional scrambled egg maker." Charlie puffs out his chest proudly.

"Nuh-uh. You play basketball." Max frowns.

"Max, you should know that your daddy is multi-talented. I can cook, I can play basketball and I can be the best dad in the world right?"

Max nods and clings as his dad picks him up and swings him a bit, "Right! Can we—can we has pancakes too?"

"And bacon!" Bela adds grabbing her dad's free hand and pulling him along.

"But of course!" Charlie laughs and lets his kids pull him away from his wife. "Then we'll watch some cartoons and let your mom sleep in." He had the day off, or at least he was taking the day off to spend with his family.

"Then can we play some basketball?" Bela asked grinning, her dad was awesome at it and she loved watching Max attempt to chase the ball around. He usually ended up falling flat on his face or butt and it was funny.

"Yeah!" Max agreed nodding his head still clinging tightly to Charlie, as if making sure that this wasn't a dream. Bela had woken him up to tell him that daddy was back home and he had come running.

"Maybe." His kids pout at this and Charlie shakes his head, "After my workout okay?" Charlie offers glancing back to check on Santana for a moment, she seemed content to simply sleep in and that was fine. Maybe he'd bring her breakfast in bed and they could continue what they had started before the piranhas hit. He could at least keep them busy till the nanny clocked in, then he would definitely give his wife his full attention.

"Come on," Bela insists tugging her dad along.

"BACON! BACON!" Max yells cheerfully.

Santana snorts and curls back in bed running her hand over her stomach, this was the dream. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that this would be her life. Sure Charlie wasn't perfect, and his job meant that he was busy for huge portions of the year, but their relationship was solid. She had promised herself that she was never going to turn into some of her cast mates. Most of them were ex-basketball wives or ex-girlfriends of NBA stars. That was never going to happen to her, she trusted her husband.

Charlie might have been a basketball star back in high school, but he had also been a tremendous dork who really was clueless when it came to women. It was funny to think that she had taken a chance on a comic book reading mathlete in middle school only to have him turn into what he was today. The growth spurt had definitely helped and her husband towered over her at 6'5", he had been immediately drafted into the high school basketball team by Coach Bieste who had seen the potential. Four years of high school had nearly every college recruiter banging on his door, but finding out that she was expecting Bela spurred him to declare during his freshman year at Syracuse.

Even with her pregnancy she hadn't expected the ring that came the night of his number ten draft pick to the Lakers. Her parents hadn't exactly been thrilled that she had gotten pregnant and that Charlie was dropping out of university. Charlie's parents hadn't approved, according to Russell who was now Charlie's manager she was a gold digger, Judy was just pleased to have grandkids and Charlie's newfound fame and fortune had a positive effect on the entire Fabray clan. Quinn had married a Broadway 'legend' and was currently the main news anchor for CBS 2 in Manhattan, Brittany was currently on tour with some famous celebrity or another. It was probably another tour with Beyoncé.

All that didn't matter, she wanted to be the best role model for her daughter as possible, Charlie might have dropped out of university to support his family, but she had gone back to school. With a bit of help from Judy and a few nannies, she had completed her business degree. She didn't want her daughter to simply think that she had married Charlie because of all the money he had made, she wanted her to be independent, which was why she made her own money. If anything happened to Charlie, he blew out his knee or hurt himself and had to retire she'd be able to support this family.

She burrowed further into the covers, content. This was the life people dreamed of, and after a little more sleep she'd join her family for another perfect day.

~O~

Santana rolled her eyes and picked up Charlie's shirt from the entranceway to their home gym and watched as he ran on the treadmill shirtless covered with a light sheen of sweat. The kids were busy with the nanny for a bit and she leaned against the door watching him work. He was focused and dedicated, and he had the drive to win. With his free agency coming up next year, everyone was wondering what his decision would be.

They hadn't talked about it, Charlie hadn't made a decision on what to do just yet, he was far too focused on this season. But she knew they would, Charlie didn't make huge decisions like this without consulting her first much to Russell's general chagrin. He was looking at a max-contract with whoever he signed with which meant that they would be comfortable for the rest of their lives.

She smirks and can't resist the urge to be a bit of a bitch and moves to the front of the room without a word. She can feel his eyes on her immediately and she loves the attention he's giving her even though he hasn't said a word. Grabbing one of the mats that are in neat rolls she immediately bends over to place it on the ground and begins to stretch slowly. She can hear the beeping on the treadmill, meaning that he's slowing down. There had been an unfortunate incident once where he had stopped running and had fallen off the treadmill. But she knew she had his full attention now. He was so predictable sometimes and she loved it.

She lays down flat before raising herself in a plank and slowly moving into a downward facing dog position with her heels on the floor. She grins when he lets out a low groan, clearly still enamored with the sight of her ass in her tight yoga pants. She raises one leg slowly toward the ceiling and once she's sure she has her balance she lifts the opposite arm. The heavy sounds of his footsteps as he runs starts to slow, and she knows it won't take long till he's properly distracted. He had been away from them for a week and a half and he had definitely had his fun with the children. Now it was time for him to give her the attention that she wanted.

She relaxes and lets her knees fall to the floor. She moves to a squatted position, planting her palms on the mat and moves her body forward until the weight of her body rests on her hands with her feet completely off the floor. Sitting in the crow position, she smirks and holds it for a while before shifting her hips higher. The treadmill stops completely. "Okay, stop it." Charlie growls from behind her.

"What?" She feigns ignorance. "I'm just exercising."

"That's not—" Charlie hops off the treadmill and immediately makes a beeline towards his wife. "That's not exercise! You're trying to seduce me!"

"Did it work?" Santana asked in a teasing tone, turning to look at him. Well he was definitely standing at attention for her.

"What do you think?" Charlie responds as he begins to shimmy out of his shorts. "Kids?"

"Nanny has them going through their daily routine, we've got the house to ourselves. I gave the staff the day off." Santana smirks watching as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his shorts. "Actually since I have you here—" she laughs as Charlie picks her up.

"Yes, I know, I need to give you my attention to," Charlie interrupts running his fingers along her sports bra.

"Well, yes. If Bela's your little princess and Max is your prince, then I am most definitely the queen of this house."

"If you're the queen does that makes me king right?"

"No, it makes you the jester," Santana teases clinging to him and laughing when he growls and spins her around. "Seriously Charlie, put me down I have something important to tell you."

Charlie frowns, it sounded ominous but he does as she asks and gently places her back down. "Does it have something to do with the kids? Cause they seem happy and healthy. Or is this about my free agency?"

"We do need to talk about that Charlie, but no. It's not about Bela or Max, they're fine. I mean we're going to have to work on Max's reading but they're fine. I had a doctor's appointment a few days after your last road trip—"

"Oh god. You're not like sick are you?" Charlie's brow furrows. "Is it you know the C-word. I've felt your boobs they don't have lumps in them."

Santana swats his arm hard, "Stop it. I don't have cancer. Let me finish." When her husband mouth finally closes she runs a hand along his jaw, he really needed to shave. She hated when he got all scruffy. "I took one of those home pregnancy tests Charlie, and I needed to make sure before I told you—but the doctor confirmed it—"

A grin slowly formed on Charlie's face, "We're having another one? Another baby piranha?"

Santana laughs, she really had no idea where that nickname had come from but she didn't care. "Yes, you got me pregnant again and we're having another baby. I haven't told anyone yet not even the kids, they probably would have told you over the—" Charlie's lips crash against hers and she smiles into the kiss resting her hands against his chest.

"We're having another baby," Charlie mumbles under his breath after breaking away. "We're having another baby!" He repeats louder excitedly, running his hand over Santana's stomach. "How far along?"

"Eight weeks—"

"Oh," Charlie grins a lecherous grin crossing his face. "I remember that one." He immediately gets swatted again gently as Santana shifts so she's straddling him. "We can recreate that time again if you—" This time it's Santana kissing him and he shuts up a smile threatening to burst out. They were having a baby.

~O~

He kept an arm wrapped around Santana as they lay on the couch together, his wife on top of them. The kids would be home soon and they'd have dinner as a family maybe watch a movie or two and then it would be back to business. He had an early morning practice tomorrow and a few meetings before lacing up for his next game the next night. "So—when are you going to tell the show and when can I tell the world that I'm going to be a daddy again."

Santana laughs and listens to his steady heartbeat. "We should probably tell them soon, maybe after the first trimester you know? It's my last season on the show anyway, HGTV wants me to do an interior design show and I want to start focusing on my fashion line."

"Well, you're still going to be my go to when it comes to designing my first shoe. Nike, Adidas, Under Armor—you know all the shoe companies are ready for me to pull that bullet. I know you're under the opinion that I should do it now. but I think Dad's right and I should wait until I have my first NBA championship and my first finals MVP award, he thinks I can get more money from them if I do it that way." Charlie rubs her back. "I haven't won best dress at the NBA All-Star game for three years running because I know how to dress myself."

Santana snorts, "What would you do without me?"

"I don't know. I know I wouldn't have all this if it wasn't for you." Santana was his rock, she was his everything and she kept him grounded. He knew, that he didn't deserve her, and he had most definitely made some mistakes but he was better now. He had rededicated himself to being the best father and more importantly the best husband he could be. There would be no more screw ups, and nothing rocking the boat. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman and—he glances as the doorbell to the mansion rings and he sighs. "It's a bit early for the kids to be back isn't it?"

Santana sighs and shifts rolling off Charlie and patting his chest, "Put on a shirt before you answer the door, I'm going to get started on dinner. Are you still on your diet?"

Charlie smiles and kisses Santana's cheek. "Let's just call this a cheat day," he says as he sits up and fixes his shorts. He probably should have put his boxers back on but he really couldn't be bothered. When Santana fixes him with an unamused look he holds his hands up. "I'll go back to my diet tomorrow, I promise!" The doorbell is rung again and he looks up and crinkles his nose.

"We'll have this discussion later, go get the door," Santana responds pressing her lips against his forehead before heading towards the kitchen. Her husband was terrible when it came to dieting, which was why he wasn't allowed to do the shopping.

Charlie grumbled a bit, that probably meant he was going to get dessert. He sighs and shakes his head before heading to the main door and opening it without bothering to look to see who it was. They lived in a gated community, but it still catches him off guard to see two men standing there in suits in this heat. "Uh—hello?"

"Charles Reagan Fabray." One of the men holds up a badge that identifies him as some sort of police officer while his partner grabbed Charlie's arm and shoves him against the doorframe. Years of basketball training have kept him agile and he slips out of the officer's arm.

"What the fuck—?" Charlie steps back.

"You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law—"

"This has to be some mistake." He assures as Santana comes up behind him.

The officer takes Charlie's distraction and uses it to cuff Charlie behind his back while the other continues with the Miranda rights.

"Santana call the lawyers." He calls. He's seen enough cop TV shows to know that he needs a lawyer, even if this is absolute garbage.

"What are you even arresting him for?" Santana frowns, already dialing the lawyer they use for his contract negotiations. Hopefully he'll know some criminal lawyer that can clear this up.

"Rape."