AN: Here's the next chapter quicker as promised!
Chapter 4:
I blink in quick succession as I try to get a grasp of where I am. I look around bleary eyed I realise I must have fell asleep as I let my eyes focus on the TV that's muted. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness I notice Britt stood at the end of the sofa eyes bright and wet, a clear sign she is about to cry.
"Hey, Britt what's up?" I croak out.
Britt doesn't respond she moves so quick, I don't even get the chance to assess the situation before Britt's face is buried face first in to my neck. She clings to me desperately. Shocked by the sudden intrusion, I wrap her tight in my arms to offer her as much comfort as possible. This seems to snap something inside of her though as I feel a heart wrenched sob break free from her, and travel all the way through to my heart. Unsure of what I should do I just pull her into me closer and try to physically hold her together. But I am so terrified it's too little too late.
She is already broken.
"It's Ok. B I've got you just let it out." I whisper as I place a kiss to the top of her head, in the hope it will provide some form of assurance.
God I'm gonna kill whatever bastard did this to her!
I get pulled from my anger, as I feel her cry rate increase and her body start to shake as she struggles to catch her breath. I try and loosen my grip on her to help her breathe easier but she just clamps down even tighter.
"Don't let me go please." She begs.
I just pull her as close as possible in response and start to hum the all too familiar song that has always calmed her down, since I first sang it to her back in high school, Songbird. As I softly start to hum the tune to her I hear her breath catch and she starts to cry even harder.
"Oh shit, sorry I didn't mean to make you feel worse sorry Britt, please just, breathe." I whisper as I force myself try and keep my voice even so I don't alert her to the tears gathered in my eyes.
"D-don't s-stop, please, sing it to me San." She managed to gasp out.
Short of ideas to offer her the comfort she so desperately seems to crave, I start to sing our all too familiar song.
For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right
To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.
And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.
As I come to the end of the song, Britt's body still shakes but her tears seem to have calmed.
"Again." She begs.
So I do. I sing, over and over again till my voice is hoarse. I'm not sure when she managed to get to sleep. It could have been between the forth or fifth time. I just snuggle close to her wrap her up in the blanket, and try not to let my thoughts and emotions assault my mind. I realise I am not about to experience any sleep for myself and I take comfort in the fact that whilst Britt is here in my arms she is safe and I will do everything in my power to put her back together again. I can feel myself start to get lost in my emotions again so I gently start to stroke my fingers through her hair and allow the closeness calm me. I can't believe I am here lay with a damaged Britt on my sofa, on my birthday. After everything we have been through I always pictured our reunion to be different. There was never any doubt in my mind that we would meet again but, I just never pictured her to arrive 4 years later on my doorstep broken and a baby in tow. But the strangeness of the situation is that, it doesn't feel strange, it feels like…
This is how it was always meant to be.
I allow that knowledge to possess my body and in still a sense of temporary peace that allows me to drift off to sleep, with Britt safely in my arms, where she belongs.
I can feel myself begin to be pulled from my sleep again, only this time there is no Britt to be found in my arms and I again feel the incredible loss of warmth that has been a permanent fixture in my life since we broke up. The disappointment I feel doesn't last long, due to the soft hum of Britt's voice I can hear, accompanied by the smell of coffee and pancakes. I approach my kitchen with a little nervous apprehension, uncertain of what state I will find her in today. From the doorway of my kitchen the sight before me returns any warmth I missed instantly and reaches the very darkest parts of my heart. Britt is stood over my stove as she hums, and every few seconds she completes half a spin to her little girl who is sat in her baby chair, and bops her on the nose with a bright smile, before she spins back round to finish the pancakes. I approach the table and sit myself to face the baby and gently trace my finger from her hair down her nose to her delicate mouth.
"Well good morning beautiful." I whisper out, scared if I speak too loud I will break the tranquil atmosphere.
"Oh San you're awake! Great breakfast is almost ready I made your favourite." Britt states proudly.
"Thanks Britt it smells great, I'm starved we hardly ate yesterday."
After another minute or two of quiet tranquillity I find a stack of pancakes placed in front of me with whipped cream and strawberries on the side just how I like it and a cup of black coffee to finish it off. I let out a moan of appreciation and wait for Britt to join me.
"Thanks Britt, are you not eating anything?" I ask her, because she only seems to have a cup of coffee.
"No, I 'm fine thanks San you enjoy it." She insists.
"Britt you need to keep your strength up you only just had a baby." I argue.
"No excuse to indulge myself and get even fatter." She retorts.
Wait what?
"Fat what are you talking about Britt? You aren't fat, nor have you ever been fat and you have just had a baby!" I reply in shock.
"Just because I had a baby Santana doesn't give me the right to let myself get fat! Nobody wants a fat, stupid blonde!" She yells in anger.
"Britt, where is this coming from?" I ask in a calm undertone to try and not make her even angrier.
"I am fat Santana look at me! I can't fix my stupid but I can sure as hell fix my obvious weight problem and at least try to be pretty!" She growls out and throws the chair to the floor before she makes a quick escape.
What the hell just happened?
I sit at the table and finish my breakfast, and try to entertain Britt's baby. I slowly realise Britt isn't about to come and join us again anytime soon. I Sigh in confusion get up and carry my favourite little girl in to the living room to play.
"Aaaaand this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home." I hum out whilst I tickle her soft belly.
"We really need a name for you huh baby girl?" I ask her.
All too soon I am disturbed from my play time by a distinct smell.
Oh crap, literally.
With no Britt to hide behind I hold my breath and go to undo her sleep suit, when I reach her diaper I realise my rookie mistake, definitely held my breath to soon as I gasp out for air and inhale far more of the smell than I would have liked. After another deep breath I dive back in to complete the quickest diaper change in the history of diaper changes and try not to gag. I fasten her sleep suit back up and seal the deal with a quick kiss to her nose.
"Be right back beautiful." I call out as I head to the kitchen to dispose of the dirty diaper.
I'm stopped from my activities by my phone, I find it on the coffee table in the living room and see Thing 1 flash across the screen, I groan out in frustration before I answer.
"What do you want hobbit?" I bitch out.
"Good morning Santana, did you have a nice birthday?" She pleasantly responds immune to my rude behaviour.
"You could say that. Any reason as to why you are on the phone to me this early in the morning?"
"I was just calling to confirm our lunch reservations for this afternoon?"
"Shit! I forgot about that sorry Hob-I mean Rach, rain check?" I request.
"I can come to your apartment if you prefer Sa-"
"No!" I cut her off "I mean I don't feel too good I just need to rest up I'll talk to you later thanks bye." I rush out and cut her off as I hear baby girl start to fuss. I walk over, pick her up and cradle her to my chest.
"Are you hungry baby girl?" I coo out.
I sit back on the coach and try and settle her back down but to no avail. I don't have time to worry though as I see Britt come out of my room, eyes blood shot and posture so defeated I have to look away. She does however seem a lot calmer and makes a move to join us on the sofa.
"Hey, this baby girl is hungry I think." I gently tell her.
Britt just smiles in response with her arms held out ready for her baby. I smile and hand her over careful not to jostle her head. Once Britt starts to feed I look her in the eyes and give her a soft smile.
"So Britt as cute as baby girl is, for this little one I don't think it's a very permanent name, I think its time you name her, what do you say" I ask with such excitement I surprise myself.
Britt looks at me and I can see the relief in her face accompanied with the silent thanks, as she realises I am not about to force her to talk about what happened in the kitchen.
"Yeah I think you are right San, we definitely need to name her something other than baby girl!" She responds with just as much as enthusiasm as me.
I am quick to pull out my phone and type out unique girl names. I grimace as I read through some of the ridiculous names.
"What kind of a name is Irene really? She isn't 80! Mona? Nope not even an option she will be bullied for life." I list and at the same time provide Britt with my vital honest opinion.
"Beatrix she who brings happiness?" I query.
"That's nice San but whenever you hear Beatrix you think potter. We need to at least give her a chance." Britt giggles out.
I nod my head to confirm my agreement and carry on the search.
"Wait, I think I have the perfect name!" I shout and make both Britt and baby jump.
"Sorry," I am quick to apologise.
"Well…" Britt drags out impatiently.
"Daniella? It means miracle." I whisper and test it out on my tongue.
"And you could call her Ella for short which also means beautiful fairy." I smile out to Britt and check her face some kind of response.
"Daniella" She repeats, "Daniella, Danni or Ella for short. Yes! It's perfect. A perfect little fairy" She exclaims with a huge smile on her face.
"Daniella Pierce." I whisper out with reverence.
"Daniella Marie Pierce." Britt finishes, with a soft smile.
"Marie?" I breathe out in question.
"Of course she needs to have a part of my best friend." Britt responds like it is the most obvious thing in the world.
Best friend? I really don't like the sound of that.
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