Fetish: Fight
Brittany loved her wife.
She loved her wife.
She loved her wife.
She loved her wife.
She loved her wife, but got damnit she was about to go crazy.
Santana was pregnant with their next bundle of joy, but this time they happened to be bundle of joys. Like more than one and more than two. Yep for the first time in the Pierce-Lopez house Santana was pregnant with triplets.
When they first found out they were ecstatic. Triplets sounded so nice when they were picking out names, clothes, and cooing at the ultrasound picture. Brittany wasn't worried at first they had fourteen children with two sets of twins, and now they were jumping from fourteen to seventeen. She had ton of experience dealing with the hormones, cravings, and mood swings with her other kids and Sophia was their worst, but this was different.
This was triple the cravings.
Triple the hormones.
Triple the mood swings, and the blonde was cracking.
They were barely five months in and she didn't think she would make it another week. Correction she didn't think she would make it out alive for another week.
To put it short Santana had gone nuts. Actual bat-shit crazy if you were to ask the blonde. If she wasn't complaining about her back or feet, she was crying about how big she was getting or how her favorite pregnancy pants didn't fit anymore. And if it wasn't that she was craving some weird and exotic food that usually required Brittany getting up in the middle of the night to hunt down or having to pay for said food to be shipped overnight.
Not to mention that they weren't having as much sex as usual leading to other problems in their relationship. The two operated on high sex drives and now that all that was basically put to a stop it was starting become very tense in the Pierce-Lopez household.
Don't get them wrong they both wanted nothing more than to be able to be with each other like before, but after an intense session one night that ended up with them in the hospital because Santana was experiencing contractions the doctor had ordered them to skip out on sex especially since giving birth to triplets was already so high risk.
And since Santana couldn't have sex she made it so that Brittany couldn't have any either; resulting in a tense blonde with a right hand that was soon to have carpel tunnel.
The blonde didn't know if she could deal with this for the next four months. Her wife was always crying and or yelling and it was starting to take a toll on their marriage.
Out of all their friends they had the strongest marriage. They've been together since high school after the blonde spent years trying to talk the Latina into dating her. A lot of people saw them as being perfect for each other. She always believed her marriage could withstand anything. She loved her wife and would go to the ends of the earth and back for her.
But after her third day sleeping in the guest room quietly crying herself to sleep she didn't know what else she could do. For the past month their marriage had been on the rocks to the point where the only time they talked to each other was when they were fighting.
They tried their best to keep it from the kids, but they were slowly picking up on the tension in the house. Just the other day Aiden asked if they were getting a divorce and it broke her heart when she realized she didn't know. Santana wouldn't talk to her no matter how much she begged and pleaded.
And if that wasn't worse the problems at home were starting to show up at work. She wasn't focused, barely smiled, and had walked into work many times with fresh tears on her face. People had started to talk and soon the rumors would start to spread to the tabloids and there was only so much she can keep from the kids especially her oldest.
It had gotten so bad at work that her bosses actually gave her the week off and demanded her to get back in her wife's good graces. Anyone that knew her knew that the only thing that could keep the often bubbly blonde down was if she had a problem with Santana or the kids, and seeing had the kids had been on set they guessed it was her pregnant wife.
But as much as she was hurting she was determined to get her wife back. She couldn't last another night not being able to touch her or be with her. She needed Santana like she needed air and it was time she started acting like it. So while her wife was out she had talked Quinn and Rachel in letting their kids stay over their place and knowing the problems the two were facing they were more than happy to do so.
She wanted her wife back even if it meant getting up at three o'clock in the morning to go across town for her favorite organic strawberry ice cream. Or dealing with the constant mood swings that had her hiding out for hours before talking the Latina into forgiving her with her favorite candies. Or getting up at four in the morning to cook her wife a steak and baked potato because the babies were hungry. Tonight was about getting the Pierce-Lopez back to its regularly happy and somewhat dysfunctional self.
So she spent all day cleaning the house up from top to bottom as workers set up a small candle light dinner in their backyard with food from their favorite French restaurant, and now she sat in their living room in her best suit nervously playing with her hands as she waited for her wife.
She quickly stood up hearing Santana's car pull up in the drive way and rushed to meet her outside with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She softly smiled as the Latina looked at her from the car in surprise.
Santana didn't know what to think in this moment. For the past month they had been doing nothing but fighting and arguing, and if it wasn't for that they barely spoke a word to each other. They were like two strangers these past couple of months and as much as she cried and wished it to change she didn't know what to do She loved her wife and they fought plenty of times before but never like this.
"Hey" she said slowly climbing out the car. Thanks to their triplets she was as big as she was when the twins were about to be due and she still had four months left to go.
"Hey" the blonde replied rushing to help her wife. A small smile crossed her face seeing her large belly and knowing that their love was a result of that.
"What's going on?" Santana questioned letting her wife slowly guide her in the house. "Why are you all dressed up and where are the kids?" she asked looking around the home. She had fourteen kids there was no way the house should be this clean and quiet.
"With their cousins for the night" Brittany informed.
"Why?" the Latina questioned turning to face her wife.
"I just thought it would be good to spend some time alone you know just you and me" the blonde replied. "I bought you these" she added handing over the bouquet of flowers.
"Thank you" Santana softly smiled. "But what's going on Britt?"
The blonde exhaled running a hand through her hair "I miss you San" she started. "We've been at each other's throats for the past two months, and I'm so sick of it baby. I miss holding my wife, kissing you, and being there for you. I miss you babe and tonight I just thought we could just spend some alone time together" she explained her heart thundering out of her chest as she was met with silence.
Santana took the chance to look at her wife and was almost brought to tears with the pain she saw in her eyes. They've been through a lot growing up and shared a lot of heartbreak with each other, but they always had each other to lean on. They always could count on each other to have their back and now that their relationships was on the rocks it was clear it was taking its toll on both of them.
"Okay" San nodded. "Thank you for the flowers babe" she added leaning to kiss her wife on the cheek which was by a lot considering the large stomach that stood in her way.
"Come with me" Brittany grinned softly taking her wife's and hand and leading her through the kitchen and to their backyard.
"Oh my god baby" Santana gasped looking at the extravagant setup. The trees were all covered in fairy lights. There was a large black carpet covered in white rose petals leading from their patio door to a small table with what she guessed to be plates of food underneath the silver tray. "When you do all this?"
"I got off work early" the blonde shrugged. "Come on before the food gets cold" she added helping her wife onto the deck, down the steps and towards the dinner table.
"Really?" Santana laughed seeing the small inflatable cushion on what she guessed was her chair.
"I know how much your back hurts thanks to the triplets" the blonde shrugged off helping her wife sit down and pushing her into the table. She shyly took her seat as the waiters she hired for the day showed up uncovering their plates and filling their glasses; white wine for Brittany and ginger ale for her wife.
"Wow Britt this is all amazing" Santana smiled before thanking the waitress as he uncovered her plate revealing her favorite meal of duck confit while her wife had the steak au poivre. It was from their favorite little French spot La Pierre that they would visit anytime they had the chance. Hell with the money they spent there they were probably keeping them in business open by themselves.
"It's nothing" the blonde shyly shrugged. "I just wanted to do something special for you" she added.
"And I appreciate it" Santana assured taking the time to look at her wife to show that she meant it. They two sat there for a couple of moments quietly looking in each other's eyes showing the pain and sorrow they had been feeling for the past couple of weeks, and they would have stayed like that if it wasn't from the loud rumblings of Santana stomach interrupting their trance.
"Looks like our babies are hungry" Brittany laughed.
"Just like their momma" the Latina winked. As much as their kids often took after her with their attitude there was one thing they got from Brittany that was all her and it was their appetite. The grocery bill in this house was enough to pay for a small mortgage. Her kids loved to eat and she was betting that the three on their way would too.
"Well we better feed them before they get grumpy like their momma" the blonde grinned setting the two off to devouring their meal both of them moaning out the decadent taste of La Pierre's filled their mouths, and for a moment it was like nothing changed. They made idle chit chat sharing about their day and about who did what, and which one of the kids did this today.
They didn't realize how much they missed just talking to each other until they were at the table laughing and joking like the past month didn't happen. They had made their way through the dinner and desert and now were just sipping on their drinks.
"God this night has been great" Santana happily sighed wiping at her tears due to laughing so hard as Brittany told her about one of the guest that came on her show who was obsessed with cats.
"I missed this" the blonde said reaching across the table to grab her wife's hand. "I miss you San"
"I know baby" the Latina nodded. "I missed you too"
"Then tell me what's going on?" Brittany begged her emotions finally get the best of her as tears began to fall from her eyes. "Why have we been fighting so much? What's going on with us that can't be fixed?" she questioned.
"Baby" Santana softly sighed her heart breaking at the sight of her wife crying. She was wracked with so much hurt and guilt because she knew that she was the primary reason for their problems. She would snap at Brittany anytime she tried to help, or ignore the blonde whenever she tried to find out what was wrong with her. It was all so childish but in the moment she couldn't stop herself.
"Please baby I'm so tired of the fighting and arguing" the blonde pleaded. "Tell what I can do to fix it. I want my wife back. I need you baby and this past month I feel like my heart is on fire" she sobbed the weight of it all finally coming down on her. She tried to be strong. Tried to take her wife's attacks hoping that it was just her hormones, but she couldn't do it anymore. She was tired of falling asleep without her wife in her arms. She missed waking her up with a soft kiss or cuddling after all the kids were put to bad. Santana wasn't just her wife she was also her best friend and this month felt like she had lost her right arm.
"Baby please stop crying" Santana pleaded as her own tears pooled down her cheeks. "Help me up" she ordered bracing herself on the table Brittany quickly ignored her tears and rushing over to help her pregnant wife. "Take me to our room" she ordered.
"Baby?" the blonde sighed not able to hide her frustration anymore. She wanted to finally talk and end this.
"Britt I'm five months pregnant with twins and it's starting to get cold and as much as I want to finally tell you everything my feet hurt and my back is killing me. So you're going to take your wife up to our room, run us a bath and were finally going to talk, but I'm going to need to be comfortable to do so" and as always Brittany did exactly what her wife wanted.
They made their way through the house carefully heading up the stairs and to their large bedroom. She helped her wife on the bed before making her way to their master bath and setting up the large Jacuzzi size tub. She reached for her wife's favorite rose scented bubble bath pouring a generous amount as the faucet ran filling the tub up with luxurious bubbles. She ran around the bathroom grabbing towels and sponges the thought of them finally talking spurring her own.
Once it was filled she checked the temperature making sure it wasn't too hot before walking out the room her mouthwatering at the sight of her now naked wife. Even pregnant with triplets she managed to look amazing. Her body had filled out once again to accommodate for their new children enlarging her already c-cup breast. Don't get her wrong she loved her wife however she looked, but she had a thing for her when she had a little extra meat on her bones.
"You're so beautiful" she said in awe slowly walking up to her wife falling down on her knees. "I love you guys so much" she mumbled hands wrapping around her waist.
"I know baby" Santana nodded her hands running through the blondes hair feeling her fresh tears hit on her stomach.
"I need you San" Brittany sobbed. "I can't do this without you. I can't breathe without you" she cried.
"I know baby, I know"
"Please don't leave me" her wife cried out. She hadn't been this close to her wife in weeks and after seeing her like this it was like she couldn't help herself. She was so afraid of Santana leaving her or not wanting her anymore. She wouldn't know what to do if that happened. Santana and her kids were her life and she was nothing without them.
"I'm not going to leave you" Santana promised through her own tears holding her wife's so she could look at her and see the truth in her eyes. "Come on baby before the water gets cold" she added.
"Okay" the blonde whispered getting up. She grasped her wife's hand leading her to the bathroom, and carefully helping her into the warm water quickly shedding her clothes to join her as the Latina got comfortable
"Come here baby" Santana said holding her arms open and seconds later her wife was buried in her embrace head softly kissing her neck as her strong arms wrapped around her. "I know baby" she cooed as the blondes body was wracked with sobs. She couldn't help but feel guilty seeing the blonde like this. It was clear something had to give and it was time for them to finally kiss and make up.
"I love you. I love you. I love you" the blonde repeatedly chanted in her wife's neck. Everything felt so raw and she couldn't hold it anymore. Everything she did was for her wife and kids. She couldn't lose them. She just couldn't.
"I love you too baby" the Latina assured her voice chocked full of emotion
"Why?" Brittany sobbed. "Why?" she begged. She needed to know what was going on. She needed to know why this was happening or what she did so she can make sure she didn't do it again.
"It's just…everything…everything feels so different now" Santana finally admitted. "I'm pregnant with triplets and some days I don't know what to feel, and I'm afraid that you might leave me the crazier I get so I pushed you away and by the time I realized what happened it felt like we were miles apart"
"I'll never leave you San" the blonde sniffed. "You're the love of my life. I have soon to be seventeen beautiful kids with you. You're my world baby and I can't breathe without you. I can't think without you. This whole time I've been afraid of you leaving me. All I want is you and I know being pregnant with triplets is hard, but I'm here for you. I'll be there for you for as long as you need it. I just need you with me San. Nothing in the world is more important than you and the kids" she declared pulling away from her wife's neck her eyes swollen red from all the crying.
"I'm so sorry Brittany" Santana whispered wiping her wife's rosy cheeks. "I love you and I promise the next time I'm feeling that way I'll talk to you instead of trying to push you away. You're my world" she added before crashing her lips against the blondes in a long awaited passionate kiss. It's been months since they shared this kind of intimacy. Sure they loved to have sex, but it was moments like these that they cherished more.
"I love you to the moon and back S" Brittany said against the Latinas lips.
"I love you to the moon and back too B" Santana replied their tongues languidly gliding against each other, and although they both knew they still had a lot of things to talk about this was a start. They were Brittany and Santana and they could get through anything as long as they had each other.
Brittany loved her wife even if she had to get up at four o'clock in the morning to go across town for a small pint of ice cream, and Santana loved her wife for doing so. And once the triplets were born she promised to spend a whole week showing exactly how much she loved and appreciated her for everything that she did.
AN: Let me know what you think!
Please send me some prompts for this story I'm starting to run out of ideas and its a great way to cure my writers block!