"Come on Sebastian." I groan before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom, I drop to my knees and flip the toilet seat up just in time to vomit violently. I start to breathe heavily and wince in pain as my stomach muscles start contracting before another surge of stomach bile, since that's all that's left in my stomach, comes up slowly this time. I start to struggle and panic while coughing when I feel a hand start to rub circles on my back.
"Relax and let it come, baby." Brittany whispers. I hear her shuffle behind me and feel her press her chest close on my back, she slides one of her arms around to my stomach and rubs there, while the other hand is now dabbing a cold, wet towel on the back of my neck. It feels so damn good...Brit is the best wife ever, she's always right there when I need her. Wait, why is Brittany here?
I take a deep breath and spit a few times in the toilet while nodding my head. "What are you…." I start to ask Brittany before I vomit again.
"Shhhhh." She coos in my ear as Sebastian reminds me how much he hated the shrimp from last night.
Once my stomach finally gives me a break I reach forward and flush the toilet. Brittany moves the towel from my neck and wipes my mouth. "Think you're all done?"
"Yeah." I rasp out since my throat now feels like it's on fire.
"Ok." Brittany then folds the towel in half and dabs it on my forehead and my chest, she sits back and brings me with her so I'm in her lap now. She kisses to my temple while still rubbing my stomach. "What's wrong Bash?" She asks my stomach while handing me a bottle of water. "Drink a little."
I take a few sips and rest my head on her shoulder, sighing at the sudden feeling of contentment that's come over me. "What are you doing here?"
"My pregnant wife is sick, and she was three hours away from me." Brittany tells me while running her fingers through my hair. "I wasn't okay with that, so as soon as you called me last night I started packing to come, once we got off the phone, I called Mercedes and dragged her from under Mathias, and we left out right away." Brittany explains. "You needed me, both of you, so I'm here."
"What about work?" I ask her.
"Work is taken care of, I called the principal and he was able to find a sub for me." Brittany adds. "I just sent Quinn down to her room, she was following you to the bathroom as I walked in. She looks like you kept her up all night."
"I've been throwing up all night." I whine out.
"Let's get you back to bed." Brittany says. "Hold on to my neck."
"You can't lift me." I tell her, although I absolutely wouldn't mind being carried right now.
"I used to be a body builder in my past life." Brittany smiles before kissing me on the cheek. She stands up slowly and shifts me, so she has one arm securely under my legs and the other wrapped around my waist; I immediately mold my body into hers and lay my head on her chest. She carries me back to bed and sets me down with a smile. She then lifts her arms triumphantly to show her small muscles and kisses each one slowly.
I smile at her and roll my eyes playfully. "Thank you for coming."
Brittany lies next to me in bed."You're welcome." She starts stroking hair and I swear I start to feel better instantly. "Do you think it was the shrimp you ate?"
"I don't know." I shrug while wiggling closer to her and pressing my stomach into hers, I then wrap my arm around her waist and hide my face in the crook of her neck, so I can inhale her scent and start to feel better.
"What's wrong, Bash?" She asks my while resting her hand on my stomach. "Was the shrimp yucky?"
I tense a little and move to get up to run to the bathroom while covering my mouth. Brittany sits up quickly too, but I just shake my head and lie back down. "False alarm."
Brittany lies back down and sighs. "If you are still sick by noon, we are going to the doctor." She tells me sternly, "just to make sure it isn't food poisoning."
"Can you just hold me?" I ask her. "I'll be okay."
"This reminds me of the first night I stayed at your apartment, you were sick, from tequila." She laughs. "But you asked me to hold you, and I thought it was the most adorable thing ever."
"You thought me being hungover and drunk off my ass was adorable?" I chuckle against her neck as she tangles our legs together.
"No, I thought the fact that made yourself vulnerable enough and you trusted me after not knowing me for very long, you gave me a piece of yourself that night. You were so tense when I got in the bed at first, but you still let me wrap my arm around you and rub your stomach. That night told me a lot, you cuddled close to me in your sleep, you nuzzled your face into my neck, it was a sweet moment." Brittany tells me while moving her hand from my stomach to my back. "Go to sleep, Sanny."
"You were sweet that night too." I nod as Brittany places soft kisses on the top of my head and I fall asleep quickly.
"Santana, wake up and eat a little something." I hear as Brittany sits next to me on the bed and pats me on the butt.
I open my eyes slowly and turn my head to look at her. "Hi."
"Hi." She smiles.
"Mint tea for your stomach and toast."
"Peanut butter?" I ask her.
"Of course." She smiles while helping me sit up and scooting closer to me. She lifts the tray on her lap and hands me the tea. "Are you feeling better?" She asks while spreading peanut butter on my toast and glancing at me while I rub my stomach.
I take a few sips and set the mug back on the tray. "Yeah, I am actually. Thank you for taking care of me, like you always do."
"For better or worse, in sickness and health." Brittany tells me while handing me a slice of toast and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "I love you, and will always take care of you, cupcake, you know that." She reminds me while rubbing my arm.
"I wish I could kiss you right now." I smile while leaning into her embrace and taking a bite of my toast. "But I have throw up breath."
"Morning breath I'll do but throw up breath is a no go." Brittany smiles.
"Did you eat?" I ask her.
"I had waffles, bacon, and eggs downstairs." She tells me while picking up her phone and going through a few emails while I eat.
"What the fuck, B?" I whine while now staring at my toast in disgust.
"My stomach feels fine, so I can have more than just toast." Brittany laughs. "I ate super fast while you were asleep and came right back upstairs so I could be close to you." She kisses the top of my head. "If you feel better later, I'll take you to an awesome lunch or dinner."
"Probably no time." I sigh. "We are so behind schedule right now. I didn't get any work done last, it's already almost 10am."
"Relax." Brittany says while spreading peanut butter on another slice of toast for me. "Everything will be fine, you will rock this wedding."
"Well, we need to get up like an hour ago, and get started on the grocery shopping, since I couldn't do that last night." I reply after taking a bite of my toast and washing it down with the tea.
"Are you sure you're feeling better?" Brittany asks me sternly. "Honestly?"
"Yes." I nod confidently to her.
Brittany feels my neck and head, I'm assuming for a fever. "Ok." She then tells my head so she can look in my eyes. "Get showered, I'll call Mercedes and Quinn and have them meet us in the lobby in a hour."
"You aren't showering with me?" I ask her smugly.
Brittany laughs. "Well, get started in the shower and I'll be in after I call them." She winks before bouncing off the bed.
"Technically you are still on schedule if not ahead of schedule." Brittany tells me as we start to unload all the groceries we bought in the kitchen.
"How?" I ask her. "It's noon, and we don't have anything ready." I sigh.
"Well, Cedes and I weren't supposed to be here for another 4 maybe 5 hours to help you start prepping, you have us now, early." Brittany winks while grabbing a Gatorade and sticking a straw in it and handing it to me, she then wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me close to her.
"I guess that's right." I shrug. "Way to be optimistic." I smile while leaning up to kiss her on the lips. Brittany winks at me and leans back down and kisses me gently while she starts to massage my back.
"Let's get this party started." Mercedes smiles while turning on the radio.
"Can we pull you two apart and get started?" Quinn teases while walking by us and sticking out her tongue. "Must be nice to work with your spouse."
"It is." I tease before kissing Brittany quickly again and turning around to reach for my ipad. "Ok, Cedes turn that down for a moment so I can assign prep work."
Mercedes nods and turns the radio off as Brittany ties an apron around my waist and leans on the counter behind me. I lean back on her chest and start to read over my notes in my ipad to myself quietly. Brittany rests her head on my shoulder and sticks her hands around my waist in my apron pocket. "As you all know we are doing a 4 course meal for the wedding, and we are doing finger foods for the cocktail hour."
"What's for cocktail hour?" Quinn asks.
"We are doing all shot glass appetizers." I tell them. "Coconut shrimp, shot glass fruit salad, and shot glass veggie tray."
"So everything is in a shot glass?" Mercedes asks.
"That's an awesome idea for cocktail hour." Quinn smiles.
"Q, can you handle the veggies for me, I need you to slice celery, carrots, yellow peppers, and red peppers; make them about the size of a finger; each shot glass needs one of each vegetable, tomorrow we'll add ranch to the bottom. We need about 200ish, so chop everything first then start filling and counting." Quinn nods and grabs a big knife to get started. "Put a cherry tomato on a toothpick and stick that towards the top."
"Cedes, you are doing the fruit please; you can cut the fruit in cubes and fill the glass up; pineapple, watermelon, cantaloupe, and honeydew; we'll offer fruit dip as well. Like Q, grab a grape and stick a toothpick in it to complete it." I tell her snuggling back in Brittany's embrace while she rests her hands on my stomach again and starts to rub.
"Brit, baby you are on coconut shrimp; mainly because I love yours, and partly because I don't want to get sick, Sebastian is obviously anti seafood this weekend." I tell her. "I'll start the marinade for you while you peel and devein the shrimp. Do you remember the cocktail sauce I taught you last week?"
"Yeah." Brittany says happily.
"Great, you're in charge of that too." I tell her.
"Ok." Brittany nods against my shoulder; she then hands me the bottle of Gatorade so I can drink a little and sets it back down.
"I'm going to start the cake pops and the fondant, so I can get the cake out of the way." I announce. "Let's plan to have the cocktail hour food done in about 2 hours, so we can move on to the appetizers; which are caprese skewers, crab stuffed mushrooms, and bite sized brie."
Everyone nods in agreement and gets to work.
8pm
"You two sure you don't want to go to dinner with us?" Mercedes asks while standing up from the couch in our suite.
I shake my head before resting in back on Brittany's shoulder; Brit and I are cuddled in the recliner, me on her lap, after a long day of prep work. Quinn and Mercedes came up to our suite when we got back to the hotel 30 minutes ago. We worked non stop all day, only taking a quick 30 minute lunch where we went to a deli and got sandwiches. I'm tired, like almost exhausted at this point, but we got all the prep work done. I finished all the cake pops, and just need to add the final touches to the cake tomorrow, along with cooking the entrees. Quinn and Mercedes want to try out the Thai restaurant up the street from the hotel, but I'm too tired to move, and would rather just cuddle with Brittany right now.
"I'll stay here, Brit, you can go if you want, honeybee." I tell her as she kisses me on the forehead.
"I'll pass too." Brittany replies. "We'll just get some room service."
"You feeling okay San?" Quinn asks while reaching for my stomach, Brittany quickly pops her hand away. "What the hell was that?" Quinn asks quickly while jerking her hand back.
"I don't want people touching on Bash." Brittany says sternly. "There's no need to touch her stomach right now."
I raise my eyebrow at Brittany, but remain silent as she places her hand back on my stomach and pulls me closer into her body. Quinn scoffs and reaches her hand back out to touch my stomach again. Brittany frowns and pops her hand again.
"Stop trying to touch her." Brittany snaps.
Quinn locks eyes with me and I shrug at her. "I feel okay, thanks Q, just tired from being sick last night and all the cooking we did today. I just need a good night's rest." I smile at her. "I'm be good as new in the morning."
Quinn glances at Mercedes, who starts laughing. "Stop trying to touch her stomach."
"I'm the godmother." Quinn frowns. "I should be allowed to touch her stomach."
"I don't want anyone touching Santana's stomach." Brittany says sternly. "Unless you are Dr. Pillsbury, there's no need for your hands to be on Bash."
"Sebastian." I correct her.
Quinn starts to reach for my stomach but rethinks what she's doing and drops her hand. "Fine." She rolls her eyes and leans down to kiss me on the cheek instead. "Get some rest." She tells me. "Are you going to pop me again for touching your wife's face?" Quinn asks.
Brittany raises her eyebrow at Quinn and turns her head to catch my lips in a heated kiss. I moan in to the kiss and lift my hand to tangle my fingers in Brittany's hair before she breaks the kiss with a wet pop. She then runs her thumb over my bottom lip and kisses me chastely again. "If you ever touch her lips, you will get more popped." Brittany tells her.
Mercedes leans over the back of the couch as she starts to laugh loudly. "I would be scared Q. We ll know Brit doesn't play when it comes to Santana, remember the picture of Gloria?"
"Whatever." Quinn sighs. "Good night Brittany." She then smiles at her before glancing at me. "9am for breakfast right?"
"Right." I nod. "Don't get stupid drunk tonight." I call after them. Once the door closes I turn to look at Brittany. "What was that?" I laugh.
"I just don't want a lot of hands on your stomach." Brittany tells me while lifting my t-shirt and running her hand over my stomach.
"Ok." I reply as I rest my head back on her shoulder. "Want to shower?"
"Yeah, I'll order room service so it's here when we get out." Brittany states as I kiss her on the cheek and stand up. "Burger and fries?" She asks me.
I yawn. "Sounds good, I'll meet you in the shower."
After our shower and the amazing burger we had from room service, complete with the peanut butter Brittany ordered on the side for me. Brittany lit candles around the room and had me sit between her legs so she could rub cocoa butter on my stomach. She starts to plant soft kisses on my shoulders as she slides her hands up and palms my breasts; she gently massages them before kissing me behind my ear and pulling my tank top back down. She slides from behind me and walks over to her purse and pulls out a letter, she smiles and gets back in bed, this time facing me as she sets the letter in my lap, picks up my foot and begins to massage it.
"What's this?" I ask her.
"Aunty Snixx cookie dough will be in grocery stores and freezer sections across the county just in time for summer next year." She exclaims.
My eyes widen as I pick up the letter and read over it, having to stop periodically since tears were clouding my eyes and I couldn't focus or really see what I was reading. "A national chain wants my cookie dough?"
Brittany nods. "I got the letter yesterday when I got home from work, I called to tell you initially but I wanted to tell you in person."
"This is unreal." I whisper as a huge smile crosses my face. I surge forward and hug Brittany tightly while hiding my face in her neck and starting to sob.
"You're happy right?" Brittany asks me while rubbing my back.
"More than happy." I tell her as I sit back up straight after calming myself down. "I hate that I'm so emotional now, dammit Sebastian." I playfully chastise him while staring at my stomach.
Brittany laughs. "Don't blame your overly emotional personality on Bash." She picks up my other foot and starts rub that one. "You've been emotional since the day I met you."
"True." I roll my eyes.
"This is a really big deal; you're allowed to cry from happiness." Brittany tells me. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you." I nod while wiping my eyes. "We need to come up with a more detailed plan on shipping and producing, and the costs for packaging, and a schedule of when to make batches and how to roll out flavors."
Brittany grabs my hands and squeezes them. "Relax, we will deal with all of that when we get home." She moves to lay next to me and pats the bed, inviting me to lay with her.
I lie in front of her and smile when she tosses the blanket over us; she wiggles close and presses Sebastian into her stomach as she rests her hand on my back, and presses our lips together softly. "I love you so much." She tells me before kissing me again and rolling her tongue in my mouth to deepen it. I momentarily lose my breath and blush at the butterflies Brittany is still able to give me when we kiss after 5 years of marriages and 6 years of being a couple.
"All of this wedding planning and talk reminds me of our wedding." I tell her with a smile.
"It does bring back some amazing memories." Brittany agrees.
"I was so nervous the night before." I admit to her.
Brittany smiles. "I remember."
"You, of course, calmed me down." I recall while staring deep in her eyes.
"Santana, come on and relax." Quinn states while eating another strawberry and taking a drink of her margarita.
"What if Brittany doesn't show up?" I ask her as tears start to pool around my eyes.
Quinn puts down her margarita and stands up and grabs my hands. "Brittany is the one that got this party started." Quinn reminds me while lifting my left hand so my engagement ring is right in my face. "She paid for the trip, bought you the gorgeous dress, and is in the suite next door."
"I just," I shake my head and sigh. "I feel like this is a fairy tale, and I don't want the story to end."
"The story won't end for a long, long time." Quinn tells me. "You two are perfect for each other, you thought she was homeless and she walked her cat, and you got fired and basically stalked her afterwards, and somehow we are in the Dominican Republic the night before your wedding, and I can't wait to see my best friend marry the woman of her dreams tomorrow." Quinn smiles, "you deserve this Santana. This is a fairy tale for you babe, but the story isn't ending, it's actually just getting to the good part, and that starts with the next chapter tomorrow, life as Mrs. Santana Pierce."
I wipe my eyes and hug Quinn tightly. "When did you get so sappy?" I ask her when the hugs breaks.
"I've been around your cry baby ass for too long I guess." She teases as she pours us each a shot and we slam them quickly.
"You can go hang out with Lio, I think I just need a long bath to relax." I tell her.
"Are you sure?" Quinn asks. "I can stay."
"Positive." I nod at her.
"So you thought I was going to skip the wedding?" Brittany frowns while begins to stroke my hair.
"No, I just…" I pause and kiss her. "I was being my usual nervous self."
Brittany smiles, "remember when we snuck out so we could see each other?"
I laugh at the memory and nod quickly. "Of course."
I'm finally fell asleep not too long ago, when I hear the creepy whistle from Kill Bill and someone tapping on my patio door of the suite. I sit up and rub my eyes as the whistling gets louder. I look around the room and slip out of bed, I tip toe to the door and pull the curtains back revealing Brittany who is waving at me.
A huge smile crosses my face and I quickly open the door and pull her in. "What are you doing here?" I ask her as I pull her into a hug. "It's bad luck to the see each other before the wedding."
"Come swim with me." She asks while plating a soft kiss on my shoulder.
"It's like 2am." I laugh.
"Good, so the beach is empty, come swim with me." She repeats as her eyes start to sparkle. She unties her wrap from around her waist and my hands instantly drop down and start massaging her thighs and butt.
"Ok, I need to put on a bikini." I tell her while looking down at the shorts and tank top I have on.
"Stay like this, we won't need clothes in a few minutes anyways." She winks while pulling me out the door after her.
"We made love on the beach." I smile. "It was so romantic."
"It was definitely in the top 5 of our best times." She tells me.
"What's number one to you?" I ask her while walking my fingers up and down her arm.
"Our first time." Brittany says shyly.
"That's mine too." I smile before catching her lips briefly. "I love you, honeybee."
"I love you too." Brittany smiles, "I'm going to blow out the candles, get some rest." She rubs my stomach and gets out of bed, as I close my eyes.
7am
"Then your mami slipped off the couch." Brittany laughs. "I tried to catch her but I couldn't, she knocked over her spaghetti and landed in the sauce, she wasn't hurt, so it was okay that I laughed. Chef started to lick the sauce off of her face, it was great. I have pictures I'll show you when you get here."
I open my eyes and smile at Brittany as her hand rubs my stomach. "You left out the part of the story that included me actually killing the bee that was in the penthouse." I say hoarsely.
"Did I wake you?" Brittany asks quickly. "I'm sorry."
"No, Sebastian moving around did a while ago, I was up listening to all stories you were telling me about us." I tell her after I clear my throat. "It's cute how you tell him alll these stories about us, he moves a lot when you talk."
"Really?" Brittany asks while blushing.
I nod and still her hand on my stomach since I feel Sebastian moving around. "Can you feel him?"
"Not yet." Brittany sighs.
"You will, baby." I assure her. "Trust me, he loves the stories and jokes you tell, he always moves during them."
"Awesome." Brittany replies before kissing me gently on the lips. "How did you sleep?"
"Really good." I tell her. "I was back in your arms, so it was a good night's sleep."
Brittany rubs my arm and kisses me on the forehead. "Good."
"What time is the bus bringing your students?" I ask her through a slight yawn.
"Cocktail hour starts at 5, so I have them coming at 3, so I can get them checked in, into their uniforms and to the reception hall by 4pm at the latest." Brittany confirms while reaching for her phone.
Brittany hired 10 of her seniors to come and help serve for the wedding. We booked rooms for them so they could stay the night, and then they'll leave tomorrow when we do. She handpicked the kids herself, spoke with their parents, and got consent forms and everything signed, so I'm comfortable with the situation.
"Sounds good." I nod as Brittany puts her phone back down and snuggles back close to me.
"I just texted Lio to have him call all the students this morning and remind them they need black pants and shoes." Brittany states as she starts nipping at my neck. "Now, we can relax." Shoulder kiss. "And I can wish you good luck on your day." She wiggles her eyebrows before kissing me while rolling up my tank top.
In a few seconds we are naked, Brittany is slowly rocking on my thigh, flexing her muscle into my core, her hot breath hitting my neck while she clutches to me and moans in my ear lowly. With the addition of my stomach, which seems to get rounder and bigger by the day, sex is getting a little tricky for us, but Brittany finds ways to please both of us, and her moans in my ear remind me that she still finds me attractive, which is a turn on.
I clutch to her back and sink my nails in her skin when she begins to suck on my earlobe and her pants get more labored. Our bodies tense at the same time and we come crashing together with Brittany keeping a slow rhythm to bring us both down. She lifts the top half of her body and peppers kisses to my face before landing on my lips and sighing in contentment when our tongues collide.
"Don't fall asleep." I tease her when she lays back on her pillow and her eyes close. "We are meeting Quinn and Mercedes for breakfast" I remind her while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm awake." Brittany smiles as her eyes pop open. "Let's hit the showers champ."
"Which chef jacket do you want tonight?" Brittany asks while holding up the garment bag with 3 of my chef coats in it.
"The white one is fine." I smile as I stand up and grab it from her and slip it on. I struggle to get it buttoned up and pout at her. "It doesn't really fit anymore."
Brittany turns around while buttoning her black Aunty Snixx collared shirt, she frowns at me and starts rolling up her sleeve. "What's wrong?"
"I'm too big for my jackets now. Sebastian is in the way." I groan while unbuttoning my jacket and tossing it on the bed. "Are there any extra shirts from the kids?"
"Try the jacket in the back of the bag." Brittany tells me while now brushing her hair into a ponytail.
"They are all the same size Brit." I whine.
"Just try the one in the back, Sanny." She shrugs as she kisses me on the check and walks in the bathroom.
I thumb through the jackets and pull out the one from the back and notice it's bigger that the other ones and smile while I slip it on and button it up easily.
"So amazing." I whisper to myself. "You are so lucky to have her as a mom." I tell my stomach.
"I know right." Brittany states while poking her head out the bathroom, her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
I wink at her and finish getting dressed quickly.
We pull up to the reception hall and Brittany opens the door for me and helps me out of the truck. "Thanks B." I smile as I close the door and grab her hand to walk in the hall.
"Hey Bash!" Mercedes says loudly as we walk in the kitchen.
"Oh you don't see anyone else?" I laugh.
"We saw you earlier." Quinn shrugs while joining in laughing.
"Then you saw Sebastian earlier too." I remind them.
"Whatever." Mercedes exclaims while handing Brittany our traditional shot of tequila before we start catering.
"Apple juice." Quinn tells me while handing me my shot glass.
"Ready?" Brittany asks while looking around at the three of us. "To Santana, my awesomely talented wife, who is an amazing cook! Let's kick some ass in the kitchen!" She says excitedly while raising her glass. We all clink glasses and knock back our shots.
"Alright ladies." I state while picking up my iPad. "Let's get these cocktail hour finger foods out on the table, the guests will start trickling in an about 30 minutes. Q and Cedes, can you handle set up?"
Mercedes nods and goes to one of the 5 fridges in the kitchen. "Yep, got it." She confirms while handing Quinn a tray of the fruit salad shots. "I'll put a bowl of the fruit dip on each end of the tables."
"Thank you." I tell her while checking that off the list.
"I'll put the bowls of ranch on the table as well." Quinn tells me.
"The kids are moving some tables around, if you need help, ask them." Brittany calls after them while grabbing the shrimp and starting to roll them in the coconut batter we mixed earlier.
After breakfast we came back to the kitchen so I could finish the cake, and we finished all the prep work, all we have to do now is actually cook the entrees, which is perfect since we are right on time, and everything I'm making, Brit knows how to make as well.
"Sweet, Quinn has the fryers already heated up." I smile while walking over to help Brittany with the shrimp batter.
"Yeah I called her since they were coming before we were, to turn on some things for you." Brittany smiles as she puts down the batter and starts to bread the shrimp. I let Brit take control of this appetizer, since I think she makes it better than I do. She uses a batter of eggs, flour, beer, and baking powder and brushes it on the shrimp, then rolls it in the coconut flakes.
"Sweet." I smile as Mercedes comes back in and turns on the radio for us and grabs another tray. "Let me help you coat a bunch then I'll start frying them."
Brit and I are moving at lightning speed while singing along to the radio and talking about random things, and before we know it all the shrimp is battered and coated in the coconut. "Do you want me to start the salads or help you fry?" She asks while washing her hands and chugging half a bottle of water before handing me the bottle, which I finish quickly.
"Ummmm, why don't you help me fry a little, if you don't mind?" I suggest while carrying one of the bowls over to the stove and filling the basket with the shrimp and dropping it in the oil.
"Mrs. P, do you have a Band-Aid?"
I turn around quickly. "W-what happened?" I stutter out.
Brittany drops her basket in the grease and places her hand on my back. "Calm down." She whispers to me.
"Oh, hey other Mrs. P, " the boy smiles.
I laugh slightly as Brittany gets the first aid kit. "Call me Santana."
"Mrs. Santana." Brittany clarifies quickly.
"Sweet." He shrugs. "I just have a hang nail, no biggie." He accepts the band aid from Brittany.
"Take care of it in the bathroom Collin." Brittany calls after him as he leaves the kitchen.
"I'll grab a tray for you to set these on to cool a little." Brittany tells me as Mercedes and comes back in with Quinn and grabs more trays of the fruit and veggie shot glasses.
"How's it going ladies?" I ask them while lifting a basket of shrimp out of the oil and dumping them on the tray Brittany walked over by me. "Thank you." I tell her while dumping the second basket on the tray. Brittany grabs some tongs and begins to spread them out so the grease can drain off of them, while I load the baskets up again and drop them in the oil.
"The kids are setting up the trays, should we start the salads?" Quinn asks.
"Salads are done already." I tell her over my shoulder. "Remember, we did them early." I remind Quinn.
"Oh shit, yeah." Quinn replies back.
I turn and glance at her. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Quinn smiles.
I raise my eyebrow at her, "Get a bottle of water." I instruct her. "And you can start the caprese skewers for the appetizer course, 2 tomatoes on each skewer, drizzle balsamic oil on them and set them on the circular trays, one per table."
"Got it." Quinn nods.
"Cedes, can you take over the shrimp for me?" I ask her.
Mercedes walks over towards me. "Yep, how long are you cooking them?"
"Two to three minutes." I tell her. "I don't want them too chewy or rubbery, and I don't want the coconut to burn, they should be a light golden brown."
"Gotcha covered." She smiles while taking over for me.
I walk over by Brittany who is mixing up the cocktail sauce since we didn't get it to yesterday and adding a spoonful in the bottom of each shot glass and hanging the shrimp on the edge.
"Looks awesome, honeybee." I tell her. "Make sure you don't put too much cocktail sauce in the bottom, I don't want the shrimp to touch it and get soggy." I add before I kiss her on the cheek.
"Ok." Brittany replies while focusing on her task.
She looks so damn cute right now, with her tongue between her teeth while she concentrates. I love watching her cook, she always tries to make sure everything is perfect and tries to impress me.
I watch her for a few minutes and laugh at how oblivious to me even watching her before I get started on the stuffed mushrooms. Earlier I sautéed a chopped garlic and mushroom mix, and let it chill in the cooler. So now I can add the rest of the mix and start baking them.
I grab the bowl and the mushroom caps we hollowed out earlier and set them down. I get a bigger bowl and mixture the garlic and mushroom mixture with cream cheese, Parmesan cheese, black pepper, onion powder, and a little cayenne pepper. I fill the caps and place them in the oven.
The reception is in full swing; all the entrees are passed out there haven't been any complaints, which I'm ecstatic about. We are done cooking for the night and taking a breather in the kitchen before we start serving the desserts. We gave the teenagers that are helping us the extra appetizers and foods from the cocktail hour, so they are munching on that in a room off to the side, they worked hard and deserve it.
Brittany is sitting on one of the counters in the kitchen when I get back from the bathroom. She opens her arms wide and I walk right into them and rest my head on her legs while she starts to massage my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah, just tired," I tell her quietly.
Brittany hops off the counter and hugs me tightly as Mercedes slides a chair over to us. "Sit down San, we'll go check and see if everyone is doing okay, and refill the champagne."
"Thank you." I say through a yawn.
Brittany sits down and pats her lap. I immediately accept the invitation and sit on her lap. "Am I heavy?" I ask her while resting my head on her shoulder and hiding my face in her neck.
"Of course not," Brittany assures me while rubbing my back and kissing me on the forehead. I feel her wrap her arm around me and hug me tightly for a few minutes before she lets me go and knocks on my stomach.
"Knock knock Bash."
I open one eye and smile. "Who's there?"
"Police."
"Police, who?"
"Police open the door." Brittany laughs out.
"Seriously Brit?" I smirk while shaking my head.
"I got another one." She says happily. "Knock knock Bash." She states while tapping on my stomach.
"Who's there?" I answer for Sebastian.
"Icon." She states happily once again while rubbing my stomach.
"Icon, who?"
"Icon tell you another joke." Brittany screeches while laughing super hard.
It's official I have married the dorkiest person in the world. I can't help but laugh since Brittany is cracking up right now; she's laughing so hard that she's turning red in the face at this point.
"Ok, ok, ok." She pants out through her laughter. "Last one then we need to get the cake pops out."
"Ok." I nod while basking in the few moments of quiet, well semi quiet time we have right now.
"Knock knock Bash." Brittany states while once again tapping my stomach.
"Who's there?"
"Tank."
"Tank, who?"
"You're welcome!" Brittany laughs while rubbing my stomach again.
I roll my eyes and chuckle as she continues to rub my stomach when I feel Sebastian kick, and hard.
"See, Bash likes my jokes. I just felt him kick." Brittany states proudly.
"You felt that?" I ask her while sitting up straight just as Sebastian starts to kick again and hard.
Brittany nods her head quickly as tears start to form. "Wow, does it hurt?" She asks me."I know you said before it didn't, but if I can feel it now then it must be harder, right?"
"It is harder, but it doesn't hurt." I tell her.
"Should I tell him another joke?" Brittany asks quickly. "I want to feel him kick again."
"He seems to have your same sense of humor." I smile. "Go for it."
"Hey, you like knock knock jokes huh?" Brittany asks with a big smile. "You'll love this one."
Brittany tells 4 more knock knock jokes, bad knock knock jokes at that, but Sebastian moves around and kicks every time Brittany starts to laugh. I love their little relationship already.
"Can I have this dance?" Brittany asks me as I start to unbutton my chef jacket in the kitchen. We are officially done for the night, everything is cleaned up, we sent the teenagers back to hotel where Brittany ordered a bunch of pizza and wings for them to eat, alongside the bottles of sparkling apple and grape juice that Quinn bought them.
I smile when I hear that the band at the reception is playing our song. "Of course." I quickly wrap my arms around Brittany's neck, while she slides her arms around my waist inside my chef jacket as we start to sway to the music.
Brittany starts singing in my ear as we dance in the kitchen.
Oh so long for this night I prayed
That a star would guide you my way
To share with me this special day
Where a ribbon's in the sky for our love
I smile and kiss her gently before locking eyes with her and singing the next part.
If allowed may I touch your hand
And if pleased may I once again
So that you too will understand
There's a ribbon in the sky for our love
Brittany spins me around and dips me while smiling, before we both finish singing the rest of the song, me resting my head on her chest, and her resting her head on mine.
This is not a coincidence
And far more than a lucky chance
But what is that was always meant
Is our ribbon in the sky for our love, love
We can't lose with God on our side
We'll find strength in each tear we cry
From now on it will be you and I
And our ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
A ribbon in the sky for our love
"If could marry you all over again, I would." Brittany smiles when the song ends.
"Would you run down the aisle again?" I ask her.
She blushes and nods. "I couldn't wait to get to you."
I walked down the aisle first and Brittany was supposed to walk down after me, key word is walk, Brittany took of running down the aisle the moment we locked eyes and hugged me tightly after picking me up and spinning me around. It was so funny, dorky, and cute all at the same time.
"Ready to head to the hotel?" Brittany then asks me while grabbing my hand.
I nod. "Yep, let's go."
"Who knew a shower could feel so amazing?" Brittany asks while sitting next to me on the couch in the suite.
"You were in there for a while, I thought you drowned." I tease her as I close the book I was reading and toss it on the table.
"Very funny." Brittany laughs. "Do you know how proud of you I am?"
"Just a catering gig." I shrug.
"Don't downplay this." Brittany tells me. "You just cooked for a wedding, a whole 400 guest wedding, you're cocktail hour had shot glass coconut shrimp, shot glass veggie cups, and shot glass fruit cups. For appetizers you made caprese skewers, stuffed mushrooms, and bite sized Brie, you had a salad course of fresh greens with homemade raspberry vinaigrette dressing, For entrees, you served a chicken dish with grilled whole veggies, or a steak dish, for the vegetarians you made stuffed peppers, and for the wedding party you made surf and turf. You put together a chocolate fountain, make cake pops, and tuxedo chocolate covered strawberries in addition to their wedding cake for dessert. You deserve all the praise you received today."
"Don't forget the candy bar for the wedding favors." I add with a smile.
"That I conveniently stapled your business card to." Brittany laughs.
"Seriously?" I ask her.
Brittany nods. "Every bag on the candy bar had a business card stapled to it."
"Mrs. Pierce, you are a genius." I tell her.
"Duh." Brittany winks while picking up the remote. "Too tired to watch a movie with me?"
"Nope, let's do it." I smile as someone knocks on the door.
Brittany kisses me on the forehead. "Find a good one." She tells me before going to the door. "Angelica, is everything ok?" I hear Brittany ask so I turn the TV off and walk to the door.
"Come on in sweetheart." I tell her while motioning her in.
"Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say thank you for the opportunity to come on the trip and work. I had a lot of fun, and the food was really awesome." She says shyly.
"You're welcome." Brittany tells her. "You did a great job. I'll pass out checks tomorrow morning before you guys get on the bus."
"Oh I didn't come to get my payment, d-don't think that." She rushes out.
"We didn't." I assure her. "Brit was just saying in general, you look like something is bothering you."
"Ummm, can I keep working for you?" Angelica asks. "I want to be able to afford to hire you to cater my birthday party."
I look at Brittany and smile. "When's your birthday?"
"The end of November." She replies. "On the 30th."
"Well, you just booked Aunty Snixx to cater for you." Brittany tells her. "Don't worry about the money, and yes you can keep helping out as long as you keep your English grade up, let's get above the C+ and aim towards a B."
"Seriously?!" Angelia asks with a big smile.
"Absolutely." I tell her. "I would love to cater your birthday party."
"You are so nice." She replies while catching me off guard and hugging me. "You are so lucky little dude." She adds to my stomach.
Brittany glances at her watch and laughs. "Get some rest, we're taking you all out to breakfast in the morning before you leave."
"Sweet, thanks again Mrs. P." She waves as she runs down the hall back to her room.
"I'll cover the cost for her party." Brittany tells me as we sit back on the couch.
"You can pay me in cuddles and kisses." I tell her. "Oh and a foot rub." I wink while lifting my feet in Brittany's lap.
She laughs and kisses my foot before she starts rubbing them and I start the movie.
Thoughts?
I'll post pictures of the food on Tumblr tomorrow or later tonight, after everyone has had a chance to read the chapter first.