Brittany was feeling a lot better and had decided to go into the studio for a few hours. She figured that since they were taking a baby break, she could take on a small project to keep her mind off not getting pregnant.
Santana had gone to work for a few hours as well and Xander was spending quality time with his Godfather. Quinn was thrilled to possibly have her back and had given her a stack of projects to choose from.
Brittany selected three that she thought looked promising that wouldn't take up too much time and headed home.
She arrived home to find Kurt and Xander watching the Disney channel.
"Momma Brinny!" Xander got up from off the floor and ran to Brittany.
"Hi baby!" Brittany picked up her son. "What are you watching?"
"Cardoons! The mouse is looking for da cheese," Xander explained.
"He is?" Brittany asked.
"Uh uh, but da dog took da cheese."
"We'll that wasn't very nice," Brittany said, putting Xander down who then looked behind her.
"Where's Momma Sana?"
"She'll be home soon," Brittany said.
Xander nodded and went back to sit in front of the TV.
"How was work?" Kurt stretched and sat up.
"It was OK." Brittany put the scripts on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.
"Ohhh!" Kurt reached for the scripts and began to look through them. "What next blockbuster do we have here?"
"Those are just Indie films," Brittany said, "I'm thinking of producing."
"Nice." Kurt put the scripts down. "It's good you're doing this, you know, to get your mind off things."
"That's the plan," Brittany said. She didn't feel like talking about the non-existent baby so she changed the subject. "Any big tantrums?"
"Nope, not tonight," Kurt said, "He just kept talking about how you and Santana were going to buy him a pony."
"Da brown one," Xander said, never taking his eyes off the TV, "With da long legs!"
"Xander we talked about that," Brittany said gently.
"You said we can no buy righ' now. But we can buy pony 'omorrow."
"Watch your cartoons sweetie," Brittany said. She turned to Kurt and whispered, "He remembers everything."
"Tell me about it," Kurt said, "Two weeks ago I made an off hand comment about Disneyland and he somehow tricked me into saying I'd take him. I agreed, thinking he'd forget, but all day he kept asking when I'd take him."
"Well, now you have to take him," Brittany chuckled.
"I guess." Kurt got up. "Well, I have to go. I have to make sure my orders for my new store are on track." He turned to Xander. "Mr. Pierce-Lopez, it was a pleasure hanging out with you."
Xander giggled and got up. He sprinted to his Godfather and hugged his legs. "Bye Uncle Kur! We had fun!"
Kurt bent down and picked the little boy up to hug him. "We sure did." He gave him a kiss on the cheek and put Xander down and the little boy went back to watching his cartoons.
"You don't want to stay for dinner?" Brittany asked, getting up.
"I really need to track these orders," Kurt said, "But let's plan something soon."
"OK."
They hugged and just as Kurt stepped out the door he spoke. "Keep the faith Britt. I promise you, you'll give that boy a sibling one day. I have a good feeling about this."
Brittany gave her friend a small smile. "Thanks Kurt."
"Bye!" Xander yelled.
With Kurt gone, Brittany decided to change into something more comfortable. "Xander, I'm going to go change. I'll be right back."
"Uh huh," Xander responded, not taking his eyes off the TV for a second. A few minutes later, makeup free and dressed in black yoga shorts and light blue tank top, Brittany returned to the living room and found that her son hadn't moved an inch. All his attention was on the mouse trying to find that piece of cheese.
About 10 minutes later, Brittany heard the front door open and saw Santana walk in. Her wife looked tired, but gorgeous as ever. Brittany felt the sudden urge to kiss her.
"Hey," Santana said, sounding as tired as she felt. She had only gone to work for four hours but it felt like a whole day. She was still technically on vacation but no one at ULA seemed to be getting that message.
"Momma Sana!" Xander said getting up from the floor and running to Santana.
"Hey little man," Santana said bending down and picking him up.
"Da mouse find da cheese!" he said.
"Found the cheese, sweetie," Santana corrected.
"Found da cheese," Xander said, "And da dog," he started giggling, "da dog fell in da pool."
"He did?" Santana said, smiling, "Oh sweetie, I have no idea what you're talking about, but you are adorable."
"The cartoons," Brittany clarified, "He was watching his cartoons. I'll get dinner started."
After dinner, they let Xander watch a bit more TV. They let him have one night a week where he could watch as much TV as he wanted before bed.
Santana wasn't paying attention to the TV. Brittany had her head resting on her shoulder, cuddling against her. "Are you still feeling sick?"
Brittany shook her head. "No. I'm much better." She moved her hand under Santana's shirt to caressed her skin. "Much better."
"Oh." Santana shifted a bit in her seat seat as her wife ran her hand across her stomach. "So, like, much, much better."
Brittany smiled as her hand traveled up to cup Santana's breast through her bra. She stole a quick glance at their son who was so focused on the TV, he didn't care about anything around him. "Much."
Santana closed her eyes and forced herself not to moan. She sat up and pushed Brittany away. "You're mean," she teased. She then turned to Xander, "Isn't it time for bed?"
"No," Xander said, "I'm no sleepy."
Santana looked an Brittany smiled. Every night it was the same protest from their son.
"No, really Mami," Xander insisted, "I'm no sleepy."
"Alright," Brittany said getting up straight, "Let's see if that's true."
Santana took a breath and put some distance between her and Brittany. Just in case. "So, you didn't tell me how work went. Did you find a project?"
Brittany pointed to the coffee table. "I think so. What about you? How did that meeting go."
Santana sighed. "I had to sit there and watch the board kiss Susan's ass as she handed them a check. After, she kept insisting she didn't mean what she said the other day. I told her that until she apologized to you, I didn't want anything to do with her."
"I don't even care anymore." Brittany shrugged. "The only people who I care that know I'm Xander's mom are you, Xander and our friends and family. Everyone else can go fuck themselves."
Santana laughed. "That's my girl. But I still want her to apologize to you. Shit, it's been almost a week."
"I'd be happy if I never saw her again." Brittany loved that Santana looked out for her.
"Well, look at that," Santana said, motioning to a drowsy Xander, "Let's get him to bed." Brittany and Santana got up and started walking towards Xander, when Santana suddenly stopped. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
"Thanks," Brittany said, "My period is supposed to start in a couple of days, so I'll be good after that.
"Maybe…maybe you should go to the doctor."
"Why?" Brittany asked, confused, "It's just cramps."
"I know but, you never got them that bad before," Santana said, worry in her voice, "What if I, like, poked something I wasn't supposed to with all those inseminations."
Brittany couldn't help but laugh and how cute her wife looked at that moment. She hugged her. "I'm fine, honey. You didn't poke anything." She leaned in and whispered in Santana's ear. "Except my clit which I really, really liked."
Santana's eyes went wide at the unexpected revelation. "Well," she whispered back, "Let's get him settled in and I might poke it agin tonight."
Brittany took in a breath. "Deal." They separated and approached their son. "Come on little guy."
"But I'm no sleeeeeppy," Xander whined.
"Humor us sweetie," Brittany said, holding out her hand.
"Wha does da mean?" Xander asked.
Brittany started to lead Xander to the bathroom while Santana changed out of her dress. All throughout his bath, Xander kept talking about his pony and how he wanted to ride it to school. When Santana joined them in the bathroom, Brittany filled her in on Xander's newest fixation.
After the bath, Xander started yawning and by the time he was changed and tucked in, he was sound asleep.
"Every time," Santana said softly.
They left Xander's room and went out to their bedroom and got ready for bed. Once they were done, they got into bed.
"So," Santana said laying down. She put her hand out and Brittany took it. Once Brittany had nestled herself in Santana's arms, Santana continued, "What do you want me to poke?"
Brittany giggled and nuzzled her face in the crook of Santana's neck. "Nothing. I'm not in the mood anymore," she teased.
Santana closed her eyes as she felt her wife's tongue lightly lick below her ear. "Are you sure? Mmmm…. you know I'm an expert at poking things."
"You totally are." Brittany sucked on her wife's earlobe while her hand traveled up Santana's stomach, under her shirt, up to Santana's breast. Since they were in their sleep clothes, neither wore a bra. "You're so good with your fingers," she husked as she squeezed her wife's ample breast.
"You're….ah, you're pretty good yourself," Santana said with a moan. She arched her back, pressing her breast closer to Brittany's hand.
Brittany took in a deep breath, inhaling Santana. Just smelling her wife sent her whole body into overdrive and right now it was like she couldn't get enough of Santana's scent. "You smell so good."
Santana's breathing picked up as she felt Brittany pinch her nipple. But, just as she was enjoying the sensation, it was gone. She opened her eyes to see Brittany sitting up and taking off her shirt, revealing her wife's milky breasts and skin she loved so much. Santana quickly followed her wife's example and discarded her shirt too and then just as quickly took off her sleep shorts and underwear causing a sly smirk to appear on her wife's face. "Might was well get those out of the way."
Brittany laughed and did the same. Now, fully naked, she settled herself on top of her wife and both moaned at the contact. "I'm, like, so horny right now," Brittany moaned.
"Oh yeah?" Santana moved one leg between Brittany's and felt just how turned on she really was. "Do I make you horny, baby?" she asked in her best Austin Powers voice.
Brittany laughed. "That was one of your worst impressions."
"How. Dare. You?" Santana asked as she lifted her leg slightly and rubbed her thigh against Brittany's very wet center. "Maybe I should just put my clothes back on."
Brittany ground her center against Santana's thigh and felt a shot of pleasure through her body. "Don't do that." Before Santana could say anything else, Brittany kissed her, tasting her, losing herself in Santana. Brittany wasn't being playful when she said she was very horny. She really was. It hit her the second she saw her beautiful wife walk through their front door. "I want… you so bad."
Santana groaned and reunited their lips for sloppy kiss. Brittany's libido always went into overdrive days before she got her period and Santana always counted down the days to that week. Sex Week is what they called it since Santana also got the same symptom days before her own period. "I'm…I'm all yours…baby," Santana moaned as Brittany began to thrust harder onto her thigh. Santana reached down and grabbed Brittany's ass, pushing her down for more friction as her own center rubbed against Brittany's strong thigh. "Fa….faster.."
Brittany increased her pace making the bed shake with the force of her thrusts. They were both panting and moaning, riding each other, each coated in their arousal. Brittany was close and she knew Santana was too. She just knew, she knew her wife so well that she could make her cum just when she wanted to. "You first…."
Santana could not stop the loud moans escaping her. They had a pretty adventurous sex life and have done every position possible. Brittany thrusting above her was one of her favorites. She always made sure to come off as in charge in her work and everyday life, but in the bedroom she was at her wife's mercy and Santana loved it. "Brii….Br…br…FUCK!" Santana arched her back when her orgasam hit her and dug her nails into Brittany's back.
Brittany watched her wife come apart which immediately caused her own strong release. "Sant….!" She stilled and collapsed on top of Santana who instinctively hugged her closer. They laid there, panting and trying to catch their breath. Sweat and their combined arousal making they bodies glisten. Brittany was the first to recover and found the strength to pull back to look at her wife. "I love you."
"I love you too," Santana managed to say through haggard breaths. This was one of the things she loved about making love to Brittany - they always said "I love you" or told each other loving words. Before, after, during, it didn't matter when, but they always said it because this wasn't just sex. It never was and it never would be.
Brittany buried her face in her wife's neck and took a breath. There was that intoxicating, beautiful scent again, now mixed with sweat and sex. Brittany felt that tight, tingling sensation between her legs again. "I need…..to taste you…"
"Fuck, Britt," Santana groaned, "Give a girl a break."
Brittany felt possessed and wanted more. "No break." She licked some of the sweat from Santana's shoulder and neck before devouring her plump lips. Brittany needed more of her wife, she still hadn't gotten enough. "I want…more," she said against Santana's lips.
"I'll give you as much as you want, Britt." Santana thrust her tongue into her wife's mouth and flip them over, with her on top now. "But you have to do that thing I like," she smirked and bent down and took a pink nipple in her mouth.
Brittany arched her back. "I…mmm…I don't know if I can."
Santana lightly bit Brittany's nipple before moving her mouth to the other tasty breast. She opened her mouth wide and devoured as much of Brittany's breast as possible causing Brittany to moan loudly. Santana was glad their son was such a heavy sleeper and that his room was at the front of the hall, away from their room.
Brittany felt herself drip down her thigh and figured maybe she could give Santana what she liked. "Sa…Tana!"
Santana gave Brittany a final lick before moving up to give her a quick kiss on her lips. "Please," she pleaded, "It's been a long time since you've done it."
Brittany grinned and playfully rolled her eyes. "You know I can't always do it."
"Can we try?" Santana smirked and lifted both of Brittany's arms above her head and proceeded to kiss and lick her left armpit. Brittany really loved when she did that and it would help Santana get what she was craving.
Brittany gasped and moaned, lost in the sensation.
Santana still didn't understand how this particular move turned her wife into a moaning mess. When Brittany had first told her about her unique fetish, Santana had been a bit dubious it would do anything. But when Brittany had started moaning and almost coming undone, Santana was more than happy to make out with Brittany's armpits as much as her wife wanted.
Santana had actually grown to love doing it and it wasn't like she didn't have her own unique kinks. One of which was having Brittany suck on her hipbone and another one, one she wanted to try to make happen now, was having her wife squirt on her.
"Mmmm, Sa…" Brittany was getting worked up again as Santana made out with her armpit. As good as it felt, she pushed Santana away and brought her in for a kiss. "I know what you're trying to do," she teased. The first time Santana had made her squirt was when Santana was going down on her and Brittany had been embarrassed. That embarrassment only lasted a second when she saw just how turned on Santana had gotten. Throughout the years, Brittany had exploded on Santana's fingers, thighs, mouth, abs, everywhere really. Santana couldn't get enough. Luckily, Brittany was able to fulfill her wife's desire every so often. "Maybe…maybe I want you to cum on me this time," she said as she licked Santana's lower lip, feeling the almost painful tightness below her waist.
Santana felt drunk. She was panting and throbbing and was sure she would cum again soon by just the mental image of what Brittany had said. She herself didn't do it as often as Brittany, but when she did, it was always when Brittany wanted her to. "What….what do you think Britt? Mmmm…do you think we….can both get what we want?"
"Let's try." Brittany slid a bit further down and guided Santana to straddle her stomach. She ran her hand up and down Santana's thighs. "Turn around."
Santana bit her lip and grinned. She turned around and straddled her wife, now facing her, very wet center. She leaned forward, her hands traveling to Brittany's thighs and pushing them further apart. Santana considered seeing her wife drenched in arousal one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. "Oh God," she practically growled.
"Scoot back." Brittany licked her lips watching her wife's ass coming closer to her. When Santana settled herself on top, and Brittany felt Santana's hot tongue give her a long lick, she jerked forward and took as much of Santana as she could in her mouth.
"Fu…fuck! Santana moaned agains Brittany's swollen lips. She continued her attack while her hips bucked against Brittany's mouth. Brittany's own hips canted up, to Santana's welcoming mouth.
Brittany's hands, that had been on Santana's gyrating hips, moved down to her ass and pulled the cheeks apart, giving Brittany more access. Santana was so wet that Brittany's mouth, chin, cheeks and nose where covered in her wife's arousal. Brittany knew just what to do to make her wife produce even more of that sweet liquid. It took all her might to concentrate on making love to Santana because Santana's mouth was causing her blinding pleasure. She moved one of her hands further down and soon inserted two fingers at once, without warning.
"UMNPH!" Santana stopped mid lick to adjust to Brittany's fingers. She loved when Brittany surprised her like that. I guess that's another kink, she thought. Not to be outdone, Santana latched on the her wife's clit with her mouth and inserted two fingers as well. She began to pump them in and out at a rapid pace causing Brittany to falter in pumping in and out of her.
Brittany took a few seconds to lose herself in the feeling of Santana inside her, but then went back to the task at hand and did something else her wife liked. She inserted a third finger and curled all three. She felt Santana stiffen and Brittany knew she had her right where she wanted her. She continued using her tongue, lips and fingers and soon Santana was shaking and moaning so loud Brittany knew Santana was close.
Despite feeling her impending orgasm, Santana forced herself to focus on her wife's delicious center that was already starting to overflow and Santana lapped up as much as she could. Brittany tasted sweeter than normal. She continued pumping her fingers and went deep, finding that spot that made her explode. And Brittany did.
"AHHH….Saaannntttt….! Brittany, squeezed her eyes shut and shook with pleasure and felt the gush of fluid escape her. She buried her face in Santana but didn't stop her fingers and soon her wife exploded, all over her.
"Briiiiiii…" Seeing and feeling Brittany cum on her face, Brittany's tongue and fingers never stopping their mission, had pushed Santana over.
They stayed, unmoving for a while, each catching their breath. Finally Santana managed to roll off Brittany and turned around on the bed to face her wife. "We did it," she said with a light laugh.
Brittany placed her hand behind Santana's neck and brought her in for a long, deep kiss. They could taste and smell each other's arousal and it was beyond erotic and intimate. "I fucking love you so much.," Brittany said, her voice raspy.
"Mmmmm…I fucking love you too, Britt," Santana said and nibbled on her upper lip. She pulled back and saw the result of her orgasm. "Wow, looks like I got your neck too."
Brittany giggled and wiped her mouth. "You got me good."
Santana ran her hand across her own mouth, cheeks and neck and felt the result of Brittany's orgasm. "You got me good, too." She kissed Brittany again and after a long while of kissing Santana pulled back. "You taste different."
"Good different or bad different?"
"Good different. Very good different." Santana licked her lips to taste Brittany again. "I might want a another taste in the morning."
Brittany sat up and reached for the covers that had bunched up at the end of the bed, and pulled them up to cover them. Brittany then turned off the bedside light and finally pulled Santana to her and spooned her from behind. "Let's get to sleep then, so morning can be here quicker."
Santana settled into Brittany and closed her eyes. "Good plan."
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Santana grabbed her keys and waited for her son to grab his backpack so she could take him to school. "Come on, sweetie, we don't want to be late," she said, stifling a yawn. She was still exhausted from her amazing night with her wife and smiled. They hadn't had a night like that in a while.
"Les go," Xander said, looping his arms through the straps and putting on his backpack, "Is Momma Brinny coming?"
"No, little man." Santana grabbed his hand and lead him to the car. "She's still sleeping but she said she would meet up later."
"Momma Brittany sick again?"
"A little." She secured her son in his car seat and drove out out of the driveway. Brittany had woken up, not ready for another round like Santana expected, but with a headache. She had told Santana that she would be find with just a couple more hours of sleep. Santana wondered if the stress of the last couple of months had affected Brittany's health somehow. She hoped not.
She was going to try to convince Brittany to see her doctor but she'd worry about that later. Right now, she had to focus on the upcoming job at hand, being the parent TA in her son's class.
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Brittany groaned and forced her eyes open. The sun was practically burning her face and she had no choice but to wake up. Luckily, her headache was gone but she hated that she had missed seeing her son off to school. She threw the covers to the side and got up, still naked from the night before. She stood up and quickly sat back down when a wave of dizziness hit her. "Oh crap."
After a moment, the room stopped spinning and she was able to go take a shower. Almost an hour later, dressed and ready, she felt a million times better and decided to do some laundry. Through narrowed eyes, Lord Tubbington watched her remove all the sheets from the bed. "Hey, we're married so stop being such a prude. I know you get busy with that lady cat from next door."
Lord Tubbington yawned and continued to stare at her.
Laundry and some cleaning done, she sat on the couch and exchanged some texts with her wife. Brittany didn't want to do anything and felt like she had no energy. Her cramps were gone, but she still felt like she had run a marathon. She texted Santana and told her she finally broke her with sex.
Brittany's eyes landed on her laptop. She went to it and did a search to see if she could find out what she could do to feel better. Minutes later she found herself staring at the search results, her stomach coming alive and doing flips. She felt her mouth fill with saliva and felt that gross, acidic taste in her throat. She managed to make it to the bathroom and threw up, her cat watching her from the doorway.
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Santana really did love seeing her son at school and seeing just how much he loved the classroom. Her son was definitely going to grow up to be a bookworm. Xander was so excited to have her in class, he kept telling all his friends his mom was here.
Santana watched her son interact with all the other children and found that Xander was quite popular, which made Santana smile. Once class was dismissed, Santana and Xander headed straight to the car.
"You want a snack, honey?" Santana asked, placing Xander in her car seat.
"Cookies!" Xander said.
"Try again," Santana answered.
"Ummm...pudding."
"Nope," Santana said smiling and getting into the driver's seat.
"Ummm...ice cweam!"
"Nope.
"You keep saying no!" Xander protested, "Whad can I have?"
"How about some sliced apples and carrot sticks," Santana said, chuckling at her son's protest.
"OK," Xander agreed reluctantly.
Santana drove them to Earth Cafe for their afternoon snack. To Santana's delight, the place wasn't packed and they were able to find a table right away. She texted Brittany to join them. They were only a 10 minute walk from the restaurant. Their house really was the perfect location for them.
The new waitress came and took their order.
"Mami," Xander said after the waitress had left, "Are you sure we can no have ice cweam"
"I'm sure," Santana said, "But after dinner, we can have a little chocolate cake for dessert."
"Really?" Xander asked, his eyes lighting up.
"But only if you finish your dinner, OK?"
"Yay!"
Santana was amused at her son's sweet tooth. He definitely got that from Brittany, she thought.
A few minutes later their snack was brought to the table, by Sugar.
"Suga!" Xander squealed.
"Hey baby boy," Sugar said putting down the fruit plate, "How was school?"
"Good! I got s'ickers and we sang songs," Xander said, "And Mami was there."
"She was?" Sugar asked. She sat down across from Santana and faced her, "Was this a parent day in class thing?"
"It was my turn to be parent TA," Santana said.
"I remember doing that," Sugar said, "Where's Brittany?"
Santana still hadn't gotten a reply from her wife. "I texted her but she may be asleep. She hasn't been feeling well these past few days.""
"She did look a bit pale last time I saw her," Sugar said.
"Momma Brinny sick?" Xander turned to his mother, pouting and about to cry.
"No baby," Santana cooed, "Your Momma Brittany is fine. She's not sick."
"That's right, Xand-Man," Sugar added, "Your Momma Brittany is the healthiest person ever. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"Where is she?" Xander asked, worried.
Santana looked at Sugar and who just shrugged. "Let's call her." Santana took out her phone and dialed and her wife picked up on the first ring. "Britt! Hey, did you get my text?"
"Hey, honey," Brittany greeted, overly chipper, "I just saw it now. I was going to text you." Brittany bit her lip took a breath. She felt like she was doing something wrong and was going to get caught.
After spending about an hour throwing up and fighting off nausea, Brittany went to the drug store to pick up some supplies. One thing in particular. The search results had hinted at like a million diseases and conditions but there was one that really stood out.
"That'll be $62.36."
Santana heard the sudden unfamiliar voice through the phone and raised an eyebrow. "Are you at the store?"
"Uh, umm, yeah," Brittany stammered. She took out her credit card and quickly paid. "I'm just buying some Advil."
"Advil? That's one big bottle for $60." Santana had picked up on Brittany's high pitch which usually happened when she was nervous or lying about something. Brittany was a terrible liar.
"Yup!" Brittany quickly signed for her purchase and began walking out of the drug store.
Santana began to question her wife when she felt her son tugging at her shirt.
"Gimme phone!" Xander pleaded.
Santana knew something was up with her wife but she would figure that out later. She handed her phone to her son who began asking Brittany how she was feeling and soon moved on to talking about flying sharks.
"Everything OK?" Sugar asked.
Santana chewed her bottom lip. "I'm not sure."
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Santana turned into her street, glad to to be almost home. Her wife had not been able to make it to Earth Cafe since she was out "running errands" and wasn't sure when she'd be home. Something is going on, she thought.
When pulled into the driveway, she saw he wife's car. She quickly gathered her things and her son and headed inside.
"Hey!" Santana said as she walked in the the door.
"Hey yourself," Brittany replied walking to Santana and giving her a kiss on the lips. She then looked down to pick up Xander, "Hey little guy."
"Hi Momma!" Xander said, placing a kiss on Brittany's cheek.
"Did you have fun in school today?" Brittany asked.
"Is was fun."
"Britt, are you OK?" Santana got straight to the point.
"I'm fine," Brittany said, as casually as she could. She had gotten home half an hour ago and was trying to calm her nerves before Santana got home. She had hidden her purchase in the attic and hoped she could put it to use soon. "I'm feeling much better." Brittany put Xander down, who ran to his room.
"What happened?" Santana asked as she walked to the computer desk to put her bag down, "Did you spend most of the day in bed? What did you buy?"
"Whoa! What's with all the questions?" Brittany let out a nervous giggle and hoped she came off like she was teasing.
"Brittany." Santana's voice was stern. "You are a horrible liar. What's going on?"
Brittany groaned. She was a terrible liar. She especially couldn't ever lie to her wife. "Something did happen. Sort of."
"What?"
"I….," Brittany began, "I'll tell you later. After Xander goes to sleep."
"Britt," Santana whined, "Tell me now." She hated not knowing what Brittany was thinking and feeling. They told each other everything. It was their number one rule not to keep secrets and Brittany not telling her what was happing was driving her crazy.
Brittany looked down at the floor. "It's nothing bad. I just….I wanted to make sure first."
Santana was completely confused. "Make sure of what?"
Their son came running out of his room, Lord Tubbingoton wobbling behind him. "Can I draw?"
Santana tried not to let her son's bad timing frustrate her. "Of course, baby."
Brittany let out a breath, thankful for her son's sudden appearance. She wanted to tell Santana but she didn't want to rush things. "Tonight. I promise," she told her wife.
Santana nodded and went to get help Xander get his drawing supplies.
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With Xander sound asleep, Santana and Brittany were able to sit on the patio table in their backyard. The night was warm with gusts of wind that would, from time to time, offer a cool breeze. The perfect weather for both of them to wear tank tops and shorts.
"What's going on Britt? You're acting really weird."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Did you go to a strip club or something? Is that where you spent those $60?"
Brittany shook her head. "No way! I'd never go to a strip club without you."
Santana let out a small laugh. "I know you wouldn't."
Brittany took a breath. "I threw up this morning. After you left."
Santana scooted closer to her wife. "You did? Did you eat something bad? I knew those eggs were expired…I should have…"
"No, sweetie," Brittany interrupted, "It wasn't the eggs. At least I don't think so. I mean I was feeling super sick and wanted to feel better so I Googled how I felt. The computer told me that I had all these diseases and…"
"Oh my God!" Santana felt her heart almost jump out of her chest, her imagination running wild. "What is it? You're scaring me."
Brittany brought her wife in to her arms. "Don't be scared. I just….a lot of the results came back that I….that they were baby symptoms."
Santana jerked up. "What?"
"I was at the drug store when you called me," Brittany explained, "I was buying pregnancy tests."
Santana felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. "Oh my God. I thought you were going to tell me you had some incurable disease."
"Santana, did you hear me?" Brittany took her wife's hand. "Google said I'm having pregnancy symptoms."
"Baby symptoms?" The reality of what Brittany just said, hit her. "Are….are you pregnant?"
"I don't know," Brittany said softly, "I haven't taken the test yet. I hid them in the attic."
"What? Why?"
Brittany felt her eyes burn with tears. "I…I didn't want to disappoint you again. I was going to take the test tomorrow morning, when you were taking Xander to school. I wasn't going to tell you unless it was positive."
Santana felt her heart constrict. She took Brittany's face in her hands and smiled. "You could never, never disappoint me. We're in this together. We're a team, Britt. You and me. If this turns out like all those other times, I want to be there with you."
Brittany let her tears fall. "I guess I was being dumb."
"No," Santana shook her head, "You were being protective. You were thinking of my feelings and as much as I appreciate that, I never want you to go through anything alone. When we got married, we made a promise to be together in every way."
How did I get to lucky, Brittany thought. She closed her yes and the rest of her tears trickled down her cheek. "You're right."
Santana let go of her wife's face and kissed her tears away. "I love you."
Brittany opened her eyes and smiled. Santana was looking at her with such love and trust in her eyes, it made Brittany catch her breath. Her wife was breathtaking. "I still can't believe I got to marry the girl of my dreams."
"Hey, that's my line," Santana teased.
"I'm serious," Brittany said, "Those two years in college when I just watched you from far away….I had so many fantasies about how you'd notice me. Like, you…you'd just smile at me as you walk by or how you'd just brush up against me in a crowded hallway. I never, ever thought I'd be married to you and have a family with you."
Santana didn't know when she had started crying, but she felt her tears run down her cheeks. "Well, you are married to me and we do have a beautiful family. I so wish I had noticed you too and had more time together, but we found each other. I never had a 'dream girl' until I met you."
Even after all these years, Santana could still make Brittany blush. "How did we end up getting so sappy?"
"I don't know," Santana laughed.
Brittany got up and extended her hand to her wife. "Let's go take a test."
"OK." Santana took Brittany's hand and went inside.
Almost an hour later, Brittany and Santana stared at the third pregnancy stick on the sink.
"Same as the other two," Santana said, her voice calm and collected.
Brittany swallowed and nodded. "I guess that's it, then." She stared at the three sticks on the sink, all with the same result. All she could manage to say was, "I'm so sorry, Santana."
-tbc-
A:N Sorry for not updating last week, but I took one final summer trip. As always, thanks for reading/reviewing/following.
