Can I just take a second to say how much I love Naya, because I do. That girl is adorable. Seriously adorable.
Anyway, thanks for the reviews.
Also, thanks to mschariceluv for nagging me to get this done so you don't wait weeks for updates. :)
If the end is a bit rushed, it's because my nephew is coming over for the night. I say that as though he's old enough to actually do stuff. He's only like 2 ½ months old. Love him though.
I have no idea if Santana's middle name is 'Marie' but I've read on another fic (sorry, I can't remember which one it was, if it's yours, I hope you don't mind!), so I'm using that.
I still own nothing. It all belongs to Fox and Ryan and Co. All mistakes are my own.
"It's your fucking fault I'm pregnant anyway! If you didn't go and cheat on your girlfriend and have me as your bit on the side with your super sperm, I wouldn't fucking be the size of a balloon."
"Baby, you're the size of a tiny balloon. Like those tiny ones you use as water bombs." He desperately wanted to make a joke about her water breaking like water bombs, but he did value his life.
"Don't 'baby' me, alright? And if I'm the size of a tiny balloon now, what the fuck am I gonna be when I'm nine months pregnant? I'm seven months now, I have another two months to balloon up to the size of a beach whale and it's all your fault!"
"It takes two to tango, baby. If I remember right, best tango ever."
"Shut it, Puck! Just shut up!"
"Fine. I'm going out."
"Tell your boyfriend I said Hi!"
"Fuck you, San."
"Been there, done that."
With that said Puck grabbed his keys and cell phone and walked out, slamming the door behing him. Her moods were getting worse than usual, he was pretty sure they weren't meant to be this bad this far along. Then again, Santana was different. She was in a league of her own.
Starting up his engine he heard his cell phone go off, picking it up he saw a text from the girl he'd just left behind. Cheetos please, baby.
Fuck her. Fuck her thinking she can yell at him for 30 minutes then everything would be alright. She might have his kid growing inside her and she might be hormonal, but he's done fuck all wrong. He's done nothing but look after her. Gone out at 1am when she's had cravings. Held her hair back when the morning sickness kicked in. Got her just about anything she wants. He works his ass off every weekend to get money for when their kid arrived. He let her have his bed all to herself almost all the time when she wanted it. He was a decent guy.
He wanted to say boyfriend, but he wasn't. They were still friends and neither had approached the subject of being more than that. He didn't dare bring it up incase she yelled. He was tired of the yelling which was why Sam's house had become his hideout. Although it wasn't much of a hideout when Santana knew where he was.
Puck chose to ignore the text and made his way to Sam's, when he got there his Mom let him in and told him Rachel was in his room with him. It was more of a 'If you walk in there and see something you don't want to, it's not my fault.' Puck just shrugged his shoulders and made his way up, walking into his friends room without knocking.
"What the hell, dude?" Sam yelled at his best friend, when Puck walked in and sat down on the desk chair. He was practically mounting Rachel, but he knew that Puck wouldn't move until he said whatever he had to say.
"Berry, go fucking talk to Satan or some shit. She likes you, she won't yell at you."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! I swear, I done nothing wrong."
"Fine. You owe me, Puckerman. You owe both of us." When Puck handed her money, Rachel rolled her eyes and went to hand it back. "I don't want your money."
"Chill. Get San some Cheetos, will ya? She'll only be pissed that she has to wait too long if I get them on my way back." Puck smiled weakly up at her, hoping she'd agree. "Please?
"Fine." Walking back over to where Sam was, she leant down and kissed him softly. "I'll see you later, when this moron decides to go home. I love you."
"I love you too, baby. I'll let you know when he's done." Sam said with a grin as he looked over at Puck. "Text me when you get there so I know you're alright."
"You two make me sick."
"You'd be this way too if you got your act together and told Santana how you felt." Rachel pointed out as she put her jacket on and looked over at Puck.
"Nah, Sam is seriously pussy-whipped."
"Dude, at least I'm getting some." Sam responded with a smirk, only to have Rachel slap him. "Sorry, baby. Go have fun, I love you."
"You're lucky I love you, Samuel Evans."
Once Rachel had left, Sam looked expectantly over at Puck for a minute or two before getting up and throwing an x-Box remote at him. He knew that Puck was gonna start ranting soon, he always did. So, it was just a matter of time before it happened. Sam glanced over at Puck as he moved around the room on the chair, picking up things, looking at them and putting them back down while Sam set up the x-Box.
After ten minutes of nothing being said, Puck spoke. "You know, I do all I can for her and that damn baby. I mean, everything. They're both my whole world and I'd be lost without them both. You know that, Rachel sure as hell does. Why can't she figure it out? She's not stupid! She yells at me all the time, I don't even know why she started yelling at me this time. One minute we were laughing and joking, the next she's yelling."
"You tried talking to her?"
"It just starts more arguments. I know she's pregnant and her hormones are fucking crazy, but can't she give me a break? I'm fucking exhausted, man."
"She loves you, you know?"
"So you always say." Puck fell silent and paused the game, picking up his cell that had just gone off. Thanks for sending Rachel over with the cheetos. Don't be too long, she's desperate for her man. Puck ignored the message and dropped his cell down on the desk beside him and looked over at Sam. "Your girlfriend is desperate for you dude. What's it been? An hour since you last got some?"
"Fuck you, Puckerman. Just because you haven't had done it in months."
"Dude, it's been 7 months since I last had sex. Seven fucking months. My balls are blue."
"Tell San to do something about it then. Isn't she all 'fuck me, I'm horny' pregnant?"
"No. It's not fair! It's gotta be because she's like it the rest of the time, she doesn't want it now. She's the only chick I'm interested in and she doesn't want anything." His cell phone went off again and he looked at the text, once again from Santana. Come back. I wanna talk :)
Rolling his eyes, Puck put his cell in his pocket. "Tell you girlfriend to come back, I'm outta here."
"You sure? Can carry on with this for a bit if you wanted?" Sam offered, nodding his head towards the television.
"Maybe tomorrow, dude. I gotta get back, Satan want to talk."
"Have fun, man."
"You too. And keep it wrapped up, don't wanna deal with hormonal Rachel Berry. She'll be crazier than usual."
Puck left Sam's and when he got down to his truck, he took out his cell phone. Leaving now, you want anything getting?
As he started his engine and pulled out of Sam's driveway, he got a text back from Santana. A hug? A small smile crept on his lips as he read it and he dropped his cell down beside him and made his way back home. He was actually grateful that his Mom and sister had gone to visit his Nana Connie for the weekend.
Ten minutes later he pulled up outside his house and before he'd even got out the truck, the front door opened and Santana was standing there in a pair of sweats, his hoodie and a blanket wrapped around her. He got out and walked over to the front door and as he saw the look on Santana's face with her arms out towards him. He stepped up towards her and wrapped his arms tightly around her and felt her bury her head into his chest. "Inside, Bee. You'll complain it's too cold."
Reluctantly, she pulled away from him and moved back in the house, the moment the door was closed and his shoes were off, she had her arms wrapped around him again. "I'm sorry." She whispered against his shirt, taking a deep breath and breathing him in. He smelt so good, as always. "But you gotta stop sending Rachel over here."
"Chick calms you down. Plus, I totally cock blocked Sam for a while."
Santana laughed and rolled her eyes as she pulled away and took his hand in her own. "Bed?"
"Thought you wanted to talk?"
"I do, in bed. It's really nice and warm in your room."
Puck laughed and noded his head slightly. "You just wanna crash out, don't you?"
"A little, but I want to talk to you even more."
"Alright, bee. I'll be up in a couple of minutes. Just gonna lock up and get something to drink quickly."
"Don't be too long. I might end up falling asleep if you are."
"Promise I won't be."
Santana nodded her head and left him alone before going upstairs to his room. The moment she was there, she got into bed and put the television on. It might actually help her stay awake until he got upstairs, although it was doubtful. Ten minutes later when he did, she was curled up, half asleep.
"Bee? Just go to sleep if your tired." Puck said softly as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Your baby wants you. She hasn't stopped kicking since you left." Santana whispered and looked up at Puck.
"Let me get ready for bed and we can cuddle in bed, deal?"
"Deal."
Puck went into the bathroom and began to get ready for bed. It wasn't until he was brushing his teeth that he realised what Santana said. Toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, dressed in only a pair of boxers he went back into his room. "You said she."
"Huh?" Santana muttered, eyes not leaving the television.
"You said that my baby wants me and she hasn't stopped kicking since I left. You said she."
"No, I didn't. You're tired, Puck. All that time with your boyfriend must make you go crazy."
"Bee, don't lie to me." Puck muttered, his eyes not leaving her. "Girl or boy?"
"Dunno." She shrugged and turned to look back to the television and ignore him. "Hurry up, we gotta talk."
Puck groaned and rolled his eyes before going back into the bathroom. She'd definitely said 'she', he wasn't fucking stupid. He was having a baby girl. Fuck. As if it wasn't bad enough with his mom, sister and Santana, he had another girl to contend with. Fuck. Baby's gonna have him wrapped around her little finger.
When he was done, he went back into the bedroom and looked over at Santana before going to the bed and getting in beside her. "We're having a girl." He whispered when Santana snuggled against him. "She's gonna be beautiful like her mom."
"No point in lying to you, huh?"
"Nope. How long have you known?"
"Since the day after our last appointment. She said she could tell, but you were all like 'I don't wanna know' so we didn't find out. But I wanted to know, so I rang up the next day and she told me. I didn't meant to let it out that I knew."
"Don't worry about it, at least now we only have to think of girls names."
"You sure you're not annoyed I knew?"
"Positive. It's gonna be hell with all you girls though."
"Don't worry, I'll stick up for you."
"You best do. After all I'm doing for you." Moving his hand, he gently placed it over her belly, brushing this thumb over it as he spoke. "You want me to properly start decorating soon? I can get Sam to help and you and Rach can have a girlie day. Even with Mom and Natalie too. I'll treat you, but the rest have to sort themselves out."
"You don't have to. But that would be nice to spend the day with them all, and I'm sure Natalie would love it. When though? You're working every weekend."
"I can do it next weekend, tell them I've got other stuff I need to do for our little girl."
"We need to think of names too. And not anything stupid."
"Bumblebee?"
"You're just saying that because of Transformers and no."
"Nope, Bee after her mommy. You come up with something then."
"I will. But it'll be something we both agree on." As she spoke, she winced slightly as she felt their little girl kick against Pucks hand. "She's glad you're back, she really was kicking like crazy when you were gone."
"Does it hurt? When she does that?" Puck asked, grinning as his daughter kicked again.
"A little. Depends on how hard she kicks. She's kicking hard now."
"I hate that I'm busy all the damn time. I just want a day of us."
"Well if you take next weekend off, maybe Sunday can be a day just the two of us. Maybe go to the lake or something."
"Sounds good. Hide out for a day, yeah?"
"Yeah. With our baby girl." Santana said as she placed her hand over his on her belly. "I wish you didn't storm out all the time." Her words were barely a whisper and she looked down at her belly as she spoke, avoiding looking at the man beside her.
Puck sighed and rolled over so he was completely facing Santana, moving his hand from her belly and taking hold of her hand. "You just fucking yell so much, San. I do all I fucking can for you two and it feels like all I get is you yelling at me for no reason. I hate it, bee. I just need a break from it." Puck paused and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "You yelled for like 30 minutes earlier and I don't even know what I done wrong. I get that the hormones are driving you crazy, I do. But it really pisses me off that you always yell at me for no reason."
"I don't know why I do it. I feel bad the moment you walk out though, I just want to run after you. Then I get scared that you'll say something I don't want to hear and you won't forgive me. Or that I'll just end up yelling at you again."
"If you're worried I'm gonna leave you, I promise that it's not gonna happen." Leaning in, he lightly brushed his lips against hers. He could see how scared she was, he knew how scared she was. He was scared as hell too, but this girl in his bed beside him was his everything, as was the little girl growing inside her. "I love you, bee." Pulling away, he smiled softly down at her and watched as a smile grew on her face. "I mean it. You might be fucking crazy, which I'm gonna blame on spending too much time with Rachel, but you're still you. You're still the girl I've grown up with, who I've lived with for the past five months."
The smile on her face grew slightly and she lifted her head up to kiss him again, this time pressing her lips more firmly against his for a few seconds before pulling away. "I hate you, you know?" Santana muttered, pouting a little as her head dropped down on the pillow, her eyes not leaving him. When she saw the confused look on his face, she rolled her eyes before speaking again. "I wanted to be the one to say it first."
"Say what, huh?" Puck asked as he leant down towards her slowly. "You've gotta say it, otherwise I won't believe it and then you'd just hurt my feelings. Not to mention Bumblebee won't be happy with her Mommy."
"You can't turn our little girl against me, it's not fair. She's not called Bumblebee anyway!" Lifting her head up again, her lips met his once more. "I love you." As she pulled away, a grin spread across her face and once more her head fell down against the pillow, this time she leant it against him as he relaxed a little more. "Rachel's gonna be fucking ecstatic. She's been going on about us double dating for ages."
"So, we're dating now, huh? When did you decide that?"
"You mean, you don't wanna date me? Is it because I'm fat?"
It was Puck's turn to roll his eyes and he let his hand rest on her belly once again. "You're not fat, you're beautiful. So, Santana Marie Lopez, my little Bee, you wanna go on a date with me?"
"Maybe. You gonna pick me up like a gentleman?" She teased, a small yawn escaping her lips as she snuggled against him a little more.
"Maybe. Will I get a goodnight kiss?"
"If you're good, yeah." She whispered against his shirt, breathing in his scent. "I'm gonna go to sleep, baby's making me tired."
"Alright. Love you, bee and you too little bumblebee."
"Love you too. Goodnight."
"Night, beautiful."
"Can I feel her?" Natalie asked as she sat on the edge of the couch next to Santana who was laying down.
"Sure. Just here." Santana took the youngest Puckerman's hand and placed it over her belly where her daughter was kicking and held it over it. "Feel that?"
Natalie giggled and nodded her head and looked up at Santana. "Has my brother decided to stop being an idiot?"
"He has. He even beat me to it and said it first."
"What? Natalie knew before I knew." He exclaimed as he walked back into the living room, leaning against the doorframe. "How's that fair?"
"Because you're a moron who doesn't notice things. Santana's been in love with you for years!"
"Thanks, Nat. Way to boost his ego." Santana mumbled, pulling the girl down next to her and wrapped her arm around her. Looking up at her boyfriend, she grinned up at him. "If you stopped being such an idiot, you would've known sooner too."
"And this is all my fault, huh?" He asked as he looked at two of his girls cuddled up together, Natalie smiling in amazement as the baby kicked.
"Yep!"
"Shut it, Nat."
"If you had been man enough to admit your feelings for San sooner, then she could've told you how much she loves you sooner." She looked up at her brother then at Santana's belly then at Santana as she spoke again. "I'm glad you're having a girl, because boys are clueless."
Santana laughed and looked up at Puck who had a grin on his face. "Especially because it's your brothers kid, it would be even worse."
"I know! Baby would have no hope, but because she's a girl, she's got me and you. And if she takes after you, she's gonna be an awesome baby." Natalie said honestly, as she kept her eyes on Santana, leaning up and kissing her on the cheek. "You'll make a great Mommy too." She continued before laying back down, her hand resting on Santana's belly.
Santana couldn't help but smile at Natalies words, they meant a lot to her. She doubted what she'd be like as a Mom more often than not, but there was something about the sincerity of Natalie's statement which made her feel better. Running her fingers through the small brunettes hair, she looked up at her boyfriend who was still looking at her, but the grin was no longer there, instead he looked a little more serious, worried even. Just as she was about to ask if he was alright, he walked back into the kitchen.
"Nat?" She said softly and when the girl looked up at her, she smiled. "Go tell your brother how much of an amazing dad he's gonna be, but don't tell him I told you to."
Natalie nodded her head before getting up off the couch and running into the kitchen and over to her brother, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. "Noah?" Looking up at him, she smiled when he looked down at her and she held her hands up towards him for him to pick her up.
"What's up, squirt?" He asked, picking her up and chuckled when she squirmed in his arms, something she always done when she was younger.
When she looked at him, she kissed his cheek softly. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"You're going to be the best dad, ever. I mean it. Better than he was. I know I never knew him and you did, but you've been like my Dad and my brother which is awesome. Because you tell me off when I do stuff wrong, but you teach me all sorts of pranks too. When Bumblebee is born, you're gonna spend more time with her than me, but that's alright. Because you wanna be a good dad and even though I don't think you need to try to be, you just will be." Wrapping her arms around his neck she held onto him tightly as she felt him tighten his grip around her. "You're not him, Noah. You're better than him. You, San and Bumblebee are gonna be an awesome family and I'm gonna be her cool Auntie Natalie. Can you stop worrying, please?"
A smile spread across his face at his sisters words, he knew that Santana had sent her in, but he knew the words coming from his little sister were completely her own. "Thanks, Nat. You're the best little sister I could ever want. Can you keep calling her Bumblebee around San, so she gets the hint and agrees to call our baby that?"
Natalie giggled against her brothers shoulder and shook her head. "It's a silly name, Noah! It can be her nickname, but you can't name a baby Bumblebee."
"Your sister has a point." Santana said from the doorway. "You alright?"
"Good, come here. Family hug."
"But Mom isn't here!"
"We'll have another when she gets back, squirt."
"Don't crush Bumblebee, Noah!"
I'm leaving it there, because I could write about nothing for hours. I wanted something with Natalie in, and I had a couple of ideas, this one just kind of came out first though. Plus, my brother decided to show up like 45 minutes early. I should go and be sociable.