Addison stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Quinn and Santana looked over at her from the table they're currently eating brunch on.

"Lookin good there Addy!". Laughed Santana as she stood. Addison just threw her an evil look and dropped ungracefully into a spare chair at the table. Moments later a strong black coffee was placed in front of her by the latina. She smiled gratefully and took a sip.

"Sooooo, it's Friday. We're all off work and college, what crazy stuff shall we do!?". Questioned Quinn before taking a sip of her tea.

Addison smiled as Santana sat back down next to her wife and lay her head on the blondes shoulder. "Strip club?". She deadpanned.

Quinn's eyebrows rose comically high and Santana snorted. "No. Nuh uh. No strip clubs, I'm pregnant...plus Britt would kill you!".

The blonde notices Addison's eyes darken a little at the mention of Brittany and makes a note to speak to the younger girl about it later.

"Well, anyway...I was actually wondering if I could treat you guys...like, take you out for food and maybe, I uh could buy baby some stuff...". The younger girl trails off and takes a sip of her coffee.

"Free food and baby stuff?". Santana says as she lifts her head from her wife's shoulder. The newlyweds lock eyes then smile and nod, both looking over to the tattooed girl. "Sounds awesome. We're in.".

Several hours later.

The trio have just dropped several bags of baby related items into the trunk of their car and are now seated in a small hidden resteraunt looking over the menu. Quinn absentmindedly rubs her hand over her small baby bump as Santana looks on adoringly.

Addison's phone buzzes and she pulls it from her skinny jeans to see a txt from Brittany. Her face lights up, which doesn't go without notice from the two women opposite.

BB - Hey baby, I can't wait to get to LA. I've missed you so much, touring officially sucks!. Only 4 days to go till I get to kiss and hold you...along with other things ;) ! How is my sexy girlfriend today? Say hi to Q and S for me. Xxxx

The athletic girl smiles to herself as she types out a reply.

Hey hotstuff! I'm missing you too, and I'm totally down with touring being sucky! The girls are ok, Quinn looks beautiful. Pregnancy really suits her B. But don't tell her I said that! I just wish you were here. Xxxx

Santana looks on at the younger girl as she smiles, frowns and types. After a moment she feels Quinn reach into her bag, the blonde pulls out her phone and instantly laughs. Turning her head slightly she sees her wife hold her phone up and reads the txt she just got from Brittany. "Aww, Addy you're just a big softie aren't you!?". She teases.

The green eyed girl looks up perplexed. "I think Quinn looks beautiful pregnant too!". The soon to be mothers laugh as Addison turns a light shade of pink.

Thankfully, for the embarrassed girl, a waiter appears and requests their orders.

Quinn orders grilled chicken and baby potatoes with a glass of water whilst Santana goes for a light salad and some orange juice. Addison orders a 16oz steak and a glass of red wine, before typing out a quick message to Brittany, letting her know she'll call her later.

Setting her phone down, the tattooed girl looks up to see two very worried sets of eyes staring back. "What?". She questions, her forehead scrunching as she randomly touches her face, checking for anything bizarre.

Santana sighs and shakes her head. "Wine with lunch Addy? Really!".

Addison sits up straighter. "Not this again San...I'm not drinking too much. I'm not using alcohol as a coping mechanism. I don't need help and I certainly don't need to stop!". Her voice ended in a frustrated tone as she reeled off the things Santana had suggested these past few months.

Quinn soothingly rubs her wife's back as she feels her tense. They were both worried about the younger girl. Addison seemed to be struggling recently. The space left by Brittany and themselves seemingly being filled by alcohol. "We're just a little worried Addy. Maybe you could cut down, just a little?.". The blonde emplored softly.

Addison sighs loudly just as their drinks are placed in front of them. "Guys...just back off ok? I'll cut down, just...just back off.". The two girls nod appreciatively and she pushes her glass away, ordering a pineapple juice as the waiter leaves.

Maybe I have been drinking too much. She thinks to herself. It helps stop the nightmares though...helps stop the pain. A large medium rare steak being placed in front of her pulls her out of her thoughts.

With the thought of no alcohol to help her sleep, she shook her head. The taller girl did not want to worry anyone with her nightmares. Ugh, this is gonna be a long two weeks.

04:32 am.

An urgent cry broke Santana from her peaceful slumber. Ice ran down her spine as she checked her wife beside her, relief washing over the latina as she noticed the blonde sleeping soundly. The startled girl shook her head and lay back down.

After about 15 frustrating minutes of trying to get back to sleep Santana realised it wasn't going to happen. Kissing her wife gently on the cheek she slowly crawled out of bed and pulled a tank top and some shorts on,. Deciding to go and do some writing for her album she made her way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, she was shocked to see a very pale Addison dressed in running gear and filling up a sports bottle.

"Addy...what are you doing...it's". She checks the silver clock on the wall. "Not even 5am...and you're going running!?".

The taller girl dropped her bottle in the sink, startled by her best friends voice. Sighing, she turned around. "I always run at this time. 5am. Every day.". She nodded and turned her back to Santana and began shooting glucose powder into her now empty bottle.

Santana was again shocked. "You go running at 5am in New York!?". The latina stepped up to her friend and noticed the tattooed girls' hands were shaking, most of the powder missing the bottle. Wordlessly the shorter girl reached out and took the sports bottle and measuring spoon. Addison relented easily and moved to the side a little.

After successfully adding two scoops and filling the bottle, Santana twisted the lid on tight and shook it, placing it gently onto the marble work surface. "What's going on Ad's...I'm worried about you.". She implored turning to face the still pale girl.

After a moment of silence, Addison's stoic face crumpled and she stepped backwards away from Santana, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "Noth...nothing.". She hiccupped. "I ...I'm fine.". The tattooed girl opened her eyes and wiped away the few tears that had escaped.

Santana felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She didn't want to admit it, but these past few months, it felt as though Addison was drifting away from her. And watching the younger girl step away and put up a façade only proved her worries. "Don't do this to me Addy. Don't push me away, we've been through too much for you to block me out!". A sigh of relief escaped the latinas mouth as the taller girl stepped towards her, only for it to turn into a groan as Addison reached passed her and grabbed the sports bottle. As the athletic girl turned to leave Santana reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Don't do this!". She growled.

For a moment Addison froze before snatching her hand away and spinning round. "Just leave me the fuck alone San.". She spat, fire burning in her eyes.

"What the Hell is going on with you!? What is this?". Snapped the latina, her voice may have been harsh, but her eyes were soft and searching.

Again Addison shook her head. "This is nothing to do with you, that's what this is.". The younger girls voice was now calm. "This is me dealing with stuff ok? Stuff that isn't yours to worry about anymore. You have a wife now, and a baby on the way. You shouldn't be worrying about me. I won't let you.".

It clicked then, for Santana. "I wasn't imagining you pushing me away...was I?". She asked softly as she sank into a dining chair. Addison lowered her head and shook it, no. "Why are you doing this babe? I...I don't understand.".

"Because I want you to be happy. Both of you...I'm bad news S. You've known this for years. I've got so many problems, a stupid temper I can't control..I, I shouldn't even be here. But I missed you...and Quinn too...I ugh...". She flailed her arms frustratedly at a loss for words. In her head it sounded legitimate, but from the look on Santana's face, it was the lamest excuse ever.

"Sit down.". Commanded the smaller girl. Addison remained frozen by the doorway. "I said. Sit. Down.". This time Santana permeated her words by slapping the table. It worked. Addison sloped over and dropped into the chair opposite with a huff.

"Just exactly, how stupid are you!?". Hissed the latina and the younger girls eyes widened. "I cannot believe you!". A pause. "You know you're basically my little sister...you know I love you, Q too...I...just why do you always do this?". She asked, exasperation ringing through her voice.

"Do what?". Whispered the taller girl.

Santana scoffed. "Put yourself down...push people away, hide your problems!". The tan girl reached over the table and took her best friends pale hand in her own. "I need you around Addy. You're my safety net. I'm petrified of screwing up as a mother, of my album failing...of messing up with Quinn. And I need you there to tell me I'm being stupid, just like you've always done. I'm gonna need you there when Q gives birth, I'm gonna need you there when the radio plays my first song, I'm gonna need you there throughout my life...because you're my sister. I..I just need you!". Squeezing the taller girls hand for a moment she then let go and sat back, wiping a stray tear as she did.

Addison swallowed the lump in her throat. The hurt and emotion in Santana's voice had affected her greatly. "The...the nightmares are getting worse...and I think Britt is getting tired of them, like, she won't say anything..but I can just tell..and I started drinking more to stop them, y'know?..I don't wake up if I drink...I don't move about...I...I'm messing shit up San. I'm fucking up...and I don't want you getting caught up in my shit.". Her hands clenched into fists as she shook her head. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I never meant to hurt you, please know that!".

Santana nodded and reached over the table again, wrapping her hands around Addison's clenched fists. "Babe, you shouldn't be self medicating with alcohol...that never works...I mean, look at me!". A wry smile crossed the latinas face as she shrugged with one shoulder. "Have you spoken to Britt about how you feel?". Addison shook her head no. "Honey, relationships are about communication. You need to open up a little, let her in. That girl is Grade A crazy for you! She's probably just worried sick!". Standing up, Santana pulled the taller girl with her and wrapped her in a loving embrace. "I'm always gonna be here Addy, whether you want me or not. So don't try this again...ok!?". She felt her tattooed friend nod against the side of her head. "Good.". She said pulling back and placing tan hands on muscular shoulders. "Now wait for me and we'll go run together...there's too many crazies out there for you to tackle alone!".

13:27

Quinn, Santana and Addison were currently putting together the furniture set for the babies nursery. Well, Quinn was sat rocking contentedly on her soon to be nursing chair as Addison and Santana squabbled over instructions.

In this moment the blonde was more than happy as she watched her wife and one of closest friends bicker and playfight as she ran her hands softly over her baby bump in the early afternoon sun.

Suddenly a gasp escaped her mouth. The two girls stopping their horse play and scurrying to the blonde.

Another gasp escaped her mouth and hazel eyes widened.

"Q...baby. What's wrong?". Santana's voice was frantic.

"I'll go get the car...I'll drive us to the hospital.". Rushed Addison in a similar tone.

"Ok...ok...it's gonna be ok!". Repeated the latina, as if it were some sort of mantra.

As Addison scrambled to her feet Quinn broke out of her reverie. "Guys..I..I'm fine..our baby...she just moved. I, I felt her move.". The blonde quickly grabbed her wife's hand and placed it on her stomach.

Several minutes passed and Santana began to lose hope. "Maybe it's too early for m-". She felt a slight pressure against her palm and let out a shriek. "Oh my God..Q...I felt her...I felt her move!".

Quinn laughed through happy tears. "We're gonna be mommy's S!..it's really happening.".

Santana looked up through equally happy tears, a giggle escaping her lips as she felt the small flutter again. "I'm so proud of you baby.". She cooed, leaning up and capturing her wife's lips.

After several sloppy kisses the two pulled apart, Quinn instantly noticing Addison stood awkwardly near the door. She quickly looked to Santana who nodded, understanding her silent question. "Addy, come here.". Gently ordered the blonde. The taller girl tentatively walked over to the two happy women, pausing at Quinn's side. With her spare hand, the lawyer reached up and took Addison's, pulling the girl to her knees as she placed her hand next to Santana's on her belly.

Instantly the tattooed girl felt a flutter of pressure against her fingertips. "She...she's really in there!". She marveled, causing Quinn and Santana to giggle. "I..I'm gonna be an auntie...a frickin auntie!". A megawatt smile overtook the youngest girls face as the two older women exchanged knowing smiles.

"Addy...uh, Q and I wanna ask you something...". Stuttered Santana looking at her friend shyly.

Addison's eyes flicked between both of her friend's, settling on Quinn as she took over.

"We would be honored if you would be our daughters godmother.". The blondes smile was bright as she placed a hand on top of the younger girls.

"We've thought about it a lot Addy.". Added Santana, placing her hand on top of her wife's and her best friends hands. "We know no one as strong, brave and loyal as you. No one we would trust more to protect and love our daughter if we couldn't.". The latinas voice cracked a little at the end, prompting Quinn to continue.

"We can see your love for our little girl already Ad's. And we want you to be as involved in her life as possible...so what do you say?".

Addison was shocked. She wasn't expecting that. Especially after her talk with Santana this morning. It only proved how true her best friends words were. After taking a calming breath, she nodded. "I would love to...it would be my honor.". She croaked. A split second passed before she was tackled to the floor by Santana. Quinn joining moments later.

In this moment, Addison made a decision.

She would cut down her drinking and re start therapy. She wanted to be the best damn godmother and auntie there ever was. She was determined.

Heyyyyyyy! Sorry for the wait guys, yesterday was hectic!

I had six hours of tattoing to sit through then another two hours of training my friend at the gym..ugh, I was knackered! :D

Really hope ya like this chapter, we'll have some Brittany in the next one and possibly a time jump...not sure yet! Lol.

Thank you so much for your reviews on the first installment, they really made me smile. And my I say...HOLY MOLEY! So many Faves and follows! Thankyou! :)))

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Daisy x