October 25rd 2018

Getting Brittany out of the flat and to work had been one of the hardest things Santana had ever attempted in her life. Attempted; because it half worked. Brittany had gripped hard onto the wood of the doorframe as Santana pried the blonde's fingers away, giving Brittany the bitchiest look she could muster.

"Britt –" Santana growled, moving her leg back, ultimately pushing Brittany's leg back with it so Santana's back molded into Brittany's front. "You need to leave, now." Santana gasped with relief as she clawed one hand away, beginning on the other.

"San, you need me here." Brittany's breath was heavy, yeah; sure, Santana was about 8 months pregnant, that didn't mean she wasn't just as strong as she used to be. "You need to take it easy!"

"Britt! Stop babying me!" Santana ripped the dancer's other hand from the doorframe and shoved the other woman a little. She wasn't hormonal or anything, she was just generally pissed off.

"But –"

"I'm not gonna die, B, Lucy's here with me."

"She's a toddler."

"She's a smart toddler. And anyway, I'm not gonna suddenly combust right here and now. What I need you to do is go to work, there's nothing you can do here."

"But, I can see you here. If I go, all I'm gonna do is think about you crippling over and me not being here to help." Brittany pouted, giving Santana her pleading eyes. Santana shook her head adamantly.

"I'll see you at five, we're having mac and cheese for dinner. Love you." Despite the anger still flaring inside of her, she kissed her girlfriend on the cheek then retreated back into the apartment, closing the door quietly in Brittany's face. Brittany huffed, upset with the way Santana had blindly ignored her reasoning but she couldn't help but feel like Santana was right. Begrudgingly she threw her bag on her shoulder and jogged off down the stairs.

Santana closed her eyes and rested her head on the closed door.

"Mom, you okay?" Lucy padded out of the kitchen, slice of toast in hand, melted butter dribbling down her chin. Santana chuckled despite her fowl mood and bent down, the best she could, to rid the smooth skin of the greasy liquid.

"You messy little girl." Santana poked Lucy's nose with her finger, making Lucy scrunch up her nose in the same cute way Brittany did.

"Why do you always do that?" Lucy furrowed her brow, stuffing the last piece of bread in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. Santana shrugged.

"Because you're mine, I can." Santana laughed mockingly. Lucy pushed her mom's leg playfully then went to sit on the floor in front of the couch.

"What do you want to do baby?" Santana asked.

"I really want to go to the park and feed the ducks. Ice cream too, I know it's cold out but ice cream is never wrong, ever. Aunt Tee taught me that. Can we play in the leaves too?" Lucy babbled endlessly. Santana smiled fondly before feeling a pang of discomfort in her back, it wasn't pain so to speak, it was just uncomfortable from standing up too long. Oh well, she could probably stand a walk in the park.

Lucy looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of hurt cross her mom's face. Lucy wasn't exactly smart but she wasn't completely dumb either.

"Actually, it's too cold. Can we stay in and colour and watch TV." Lucy tried her best to convince Santana by using her innocent look. It always worked.

"But – the ducks…" Santana pointed half-heartedly at the door.

"I'm sure there'll be ducks on the TV mom. Sit down." Lucy went back to scribbling in her drawing book, not really caring about going over the lines.

"I think we have ben and jerry's." Santana mumbled.

"I want the fish one."

"Okay." Santana practically waddled over to the freezer grabbing a tub of ice cream and two spoons. "Do you want anything else baby?"

"No! Come sit down mom." Lucy yelled impatiently, Santana rolled her eyes but smirked.

"Coming mother!"

"What?" Lucy cocked her head as Santana sat on the couch behind the little girl.

"Nothing angel." Santana ruffled the light blonde hair and kissed the crown of Lucy's head.

"You're silly mom. How is my sister today?" Lucy jumped up and shuffled up next to Santana taking the spoon her mom was offering her.

"Sister? You think it's a girl too?" Santana laughed as Lucy shoveled a mouthful of Phish food into her mouth and bobbed her head enthusiastically.

"What did Auntie Quinn tell you about gambling with mommy?" Lucy hungrily went in for another scoop full of the chilled dessert. Santana deflated, her bottom lip jutting out.

"Don't do it." She grumbled under her breath and she was right. Whenever Santana bet against Brittany, she always came up empty. Brittany knew, she knew everything and when Santana lost, Brittany always pecked her on the lips and whispered 'better luck next time' seductively in her ear. The blonde was like a drug. It was annoying,

"But you did. You're going to lose."

"Not this time. I know it's a boy." Santana spoke confidently before too, shoving a scoop of the chocolate ice cream into her mouth.

"I'm putting the TV on." Lucy, absolutely disregarding her mother, hopped up, grabbed the channel changer and turned on the TV before bouncing back into her seat.

"Do you wanna put that show you like on?"

"Hannah Montana?"

"Yeah."

"No." Santana turned to her daughter immediately and gave her a concerned look.

"But you live off that show." Santana tried to justify. Lucy shrugged.

"It's for kids older than me mom. I don't really get it, all they talk about is boys and it's boring. Why would you want a boy to like you?" Santana's eyes bugged at the question. Why had she sent Brittany to work? God freaking dammit.

"You'll understand in a few years sweetie." Santana pulled the tiny girl up closer to her; Lucy snuggled into Santana's side until she was comfortable.

"Mom?" Lucy practically whispered.

"Yeah baby?" Santana ran her hand up and down Lucy's back softly.

"Don't forget about me okay?" Lucy weakly went in for another spoon of ice cream but instead just left her spoon dug into the softening food. Santana narrowed her eyes, completely confused by the young girl.

"What do you mean? I'd never forget about you baby." Santana tried to catch Lucy's eyes.

"Well, when the baby comes. You're going to be with her," Lucy caught the rise of her mother's eyebrows and quickly added, "Or him. I don't want to be left out." Santana felt tears coming up to her eyes. She didn't know if this was the hormones or if it was generally just the fact that a tiny infant had more depth and emotion to her than any average guy or girl you'd see walking the streets.

"Never."

Sorry for the slow updates. College is getting to exam time now so that's where my mind is. Hope you enjoyed it.