Santana reluctantly untangled herself from Brittany and sat up straight. She was too drunk to deal with this asshole right now. Susan had left numerous messages and had even cornered her a few times at school wanting to have lunch or dinner to convince her to help her in her career. Not once had Susan mentioned wanting to apologize to Brittany, so Santana ignored her.
"That better not be a fucking student," Santana scowled. The guy she was with looked like he was bearly legal.
"You invited her?" Brittany asked surprised. She had almost forgotten about Susan and her horrible comments.
"I sure as hell didn't," Santana groaned.
"This is a popular club," Sam shrugged, "Maybe it's a coincidence."
"No way!" Quinn said, "She knew we'd be here. I wonder if Sugar told her. I mean, aren't they supposed to cater some dinner or something?"
Santana rolled her eyes. Sugar would. "That was last weekend," she said "I didn't go but Sugar said it was a big hit."
"He looks so familiar," Quinn said.
Susan practically glided as she approached the table. "Hello everyone!" Susan greeted when she got to the group and was greeted in return.
Santana forced a smile. "Hey Susan. Is this your son?"
Brittany covered her mouth trying to hide her smile.
Susan rolled her eyes. "Ha, ha, very funny Santana. This is my…friend, Justin."
"Hi everyone." Justin's annoying smug smile made him look even younger and reminded Brittany of one of the One Direction guys.
"Sit down," Sam said, enthusiastically.
Santana glared at him. Sam and Quinn moved to their rights to allow room for new arrivals to sit down.
"So, Justin," Quinn began, emphasizing the man's name, "You look familiar. You on TV or something?"
"Yeah, I've had a recurring role on CSI..."
"That's it!" Quinn said almost jumping off her seat and spilling her drink a bit, "I KNEW...I had seen you somewhere."
"But I'm really tying to get into movies," Justin said.
Santana glanced at Brittany and saw her roll her eyes.
"Isn't he gorgeous," Susan beamed, "You know Justin, Brittany's a director."
"I know! I love all your movies," Justin said, putting on the charm.
"I'm..." Brittany stuttered, "I'm..uh...off the clock right now. I'm taking a long break."
"Oh well, Quinn is a big movie executive," Susan said, looking past Brittany to Quinn.
"Uhh…" Instead of answering, Quinn just took at sip of her drink.
"What are you doing here Susan?" Santana wanted her gone so she could go back to making out with her wife. "I told you I wouldn't deal with you anymore."
"I know that." Susan turned to Brittany. "Brittany, look, I'm a jerk. I'm sorry for saying those things. I really didn't mean to imply you weren't Xander's real mom."
"WHAT?!" Quinn practically jumped up, stumbling but never letting go of her drink. "What the fuck is wrong with you? That little boy IS Brittany's son…"
Santana crossed her arms and smiled as she watched her friend completely lose it.
"Whoa!" Sam got up and put his arms around his wife. "Calm down sweetie."
"I will NOT!" Quinn lost her balance and fell to her seat.
"It's OK Quinn," Brittany said, reaching to grab her best friend's hand, "I'll handle this."
Quinn nodded and leaned in to Sam, resting her head on his shoulders, her drinks finally catching up to her.
Brittany turned back to Susan. "You should be sorry. You don't know anything about my family and just because he didn't come from me, doesn't mean he's not my son. If you think you can only be family with people with the same genes, then I feel sorry for you."
Susan pressed her lips and nodded. "You're right. And again, I really am sorry."
Santana narrowed her eyes. She wasn't entirely sure Susan's apology was sincere but at least she was apologizing.
Brittany nodded. She didn't want to drag this on, especially since she didn't care what this woman thought about her and her family. Susan wasn't important. "Thank you for apologizing."
"So, we're good?" Susan asked, hopefully.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Brittany shrugged.
"Fantastic!" Susan smiled then turned to Santana. "So now that that's settled, come show me where to get a drink."
Quinn lifted her head. "The big ass bar is right behind you, idiot."
"Quinn!" Santana warned getting up. She turned to Susan, "Sorry about Quinn. She gets very mean when she's drunk."
"I'm NOT drunk!" Quinn insisted.
"Quinn," Sam said, "You're drunk."
"You are so cute!" Quinn told her husband in a sweet voice.
Santana turned to Susan, "Come on, I'll go with you, I need a refill," Santana looked down a Brittany who had leaned back and crossed her legs, "You want another tea?"
Brittany shrugged her shoulders, "Sure."
Santana kissed the top of Brittany's head and led Susan to the bar. Susan had apologized so now Santana could be civil since it seemed like Susan was going to become a big part of ULA. She knew she was drunk, but she tried to control her movements to appear sober.
She head Susan laugh behind her, "You were always so bad at acting sober."
They reached the bar and waited for the bartender to come to them. "I am not drunk," Santana said, leaning on the bar for support, "I'm...buzzed." Susan just gave her a knowing look and Santana laughed. "OK, I'm drunk." She motioned for the bartender and ordered her drinks and Susan ordered hers.
"Are you surprised that I came?" Susan asked, moving closer as she too leaned against the bar, facing Santana. "Sugar told me she bought a club so I came. I knew you guys would be here so I figured it'd be the perfect time to apologize."
"Sure took you long enough," Santana scoffed.
"Well, I'm stubborn," Susan laughed. The bartender brought them their drinks, but before she left Susan ordered two shots for them. "A toast." The bartender poured them their shots. "Come on! A shot for old times."
Santana rolled her eyes at took the shot glass. They took their shots and slammed the glass down.
"If...ahem...if you think we're BFFs now, you're wrong," Santana said recovering from the shot, "But I'm willing to work with you." Santana looked in the direction of where everyone was sitting, but because the club was so packed, she couldn't see them. "One question though, is that guy a student at ULA?"
"He's arm candy," Susan said, "Just an actor I met. I like them young. And I don't expect us to be BFFs but friends and colleague would be great."
"I can do that," Santana nodded.
"Great!" Susan inched a bit closer, "So, since we're friends again, I heard you're getting a baby."
Santana shook her head, and laughed. "What?" There was no way Susan could know Brittany was pregnant.
"When I came in saw Kurt and Mercedes and overheard them talking about you adopting a baby."
Santana smiled, relieved. "Oh that…it's an option Brittany and I are thinking about."
Susan turned and called the bartender again. "It's a bad idea if you ask me. Like what if you get a future serial killer or something? Besides, it will slow down your career. Aren't you releasing a book soon? And you already have a kid, one's enough."
Santana clenched her jaw and tried not to smack Susan. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine." Santana managed to say. The shot was really getting to her and she didn't have the senses to properly deal with this woman. She looked over to see if she could see Brittany, but couldn't and not being able to see her wife made her want to cry. She always got super emotional when she was drunk. And horny. A crying-horny drunk. Santana couldn't help thinking how much she loved her wife and how hot she looked in her dress…
"Nice to see you drunk Lopez," Susan said, "I remember how you'd hit on anything with boobs when you'd get plastered. Is that still the case?"
Santana smiled. "Only one I hit on now is my wife."
"Boring," Susan laughed, "Bartender! Another round!"
"Oh, no, no" Santana said raising her hand, "I've already had way too much."
"No!" Susan insisted, "Doubles!"
The bartender poured them their shots and they drank it.
"Let's dance!" Susan said reaching for Santana's hand.
"Oh no! I don't have the balance for that right now," Santana said her words a bit shaky, "Plus, I have to take this drink to Britt and you have to take your drink to what's his face. Come on, lets get back to everyone." She just wanted to get back to Brittany.
When they returned, Sugar had returned to the table and was talking to Justin. "So you are 21, right?" Sugar asked, "I will not tolerate underage drinking in my club!"
"I am! I just look really young."
"Bullshit!" Sugar said, "Let me see your ID."
Brittany was getting a headache and just wanted to go home. Being surrounded by drunks while sober was not as much fun. Quinn and Sam were making out like a bunch of teenagers, everyone else was dancing like maniacs and Sugar was practically assaulting this guy for his ID. She was glad when she spotted her wife coming back.
Santana managed to sit down without spilling her drink or Brittany's. She saw Jimmy, or whatever his name was, grab his wallet away from Sugar and mumble something about a drink.
"Here sweetie," Santana said, and couldn't help but stare at Brittany's cleavage. Santana fought the urge to lean down and run her tongue across….
"What took you guys so long?" Brittany asked, a little annoyed.
"What?" Santana said snapping out of her haze.
"We took a few shots at the bar," Susan said, giving Brittany a smile, "Santana was such a party girl back in the day. Always chasing, and getting, some girl."
"I'm too old fo' that," Santana slurred "…only girl I wants is my sexy wife." She looked into Brittany's eyes and saw such love there that she suddenly started sobbing.
Despite annoyance, Brittany smiled. Once Santana started crying Brittany knew Horny-Santana wasn't far behind. Her wife had the same pattern every time and Brittany had to make sure to be by Santana's side or else she'd completely break down. "Uh oh, looks like Weepy-Santana is here."
"I'm out of here," Sugar said, "I can't deal when she gets like this. Besides, I'm going to throw up watching Quinn and Sam continue to suck face."
"Why is she crying?" Susan asked, completely confused.
Brittany hugged Santana closer and kissed her cheek. "I'm right here, honey."
Santana buried her face in Brittany's neck, her tears flowing. She just couldn't stop from sobbing. All her emotions always got the best of her when she drank, especially all her feelings for her wife. She hugged Brittany tighter. She couldn't stand to be away from Brittany when she got like this. "I love you sooooo much. Please don't le..leave me."
"Never." Brittany ran her hands down Santana's back. "Wanna go home?" When Santana nodded, Brittany turned to Susan. "I'm taking my wife home. Have fun with your boy toy."
Brittany got up, never letting go of Santana who was still sobbing. She was going to tell Quinn and Sam they were leaving but they were too busy making out. She managed to find Puck and told him they were leaving.
By the time they got home, Santana had stopped crying and had cooperated when Brittany got her ready for bed.
When they were cuddled in bed, Santana finally spoke. "If the room wasn't spinning, I'd totally be fucking you right now."
Brittany laughed and brought Santana closer to her. "I'm going to hold you to that when you're sober."
Santana smiled, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of her wife writhing in pleasure. "Mmmm…"
###
Brittany took another big forkful of her scrambled eggs. Today was a good day and she didn't feel sick at all. She was was starving and this food was so good. She looked across the table at her wife and best friends. Santana, Quinn and Mercedes were a mess.
Sugar, who hadn't gotten drunk last night, called early in the morning offering everyone free breakfast. So far, only the four of them had shown up.
"The evils of alcohol," Sugar said. All three hung-over women groaned.
Santana felt like her head was going to explode. She really wished she hadn't taken those shots with Susan. She took a long sip of her coffee and sighed. "I need more Advil."
"You took four already," Brittany said, "Eat your breakfast, it'll help." She talked to Sugar for while, since she was the only one engaging in conversation, then Quinn finally spoke.
"Did you guys like the contractor I recommended?" Quinn looked much better after eating her greasy meal.
"Oh yes, yes," Brittany said quickly, "We are going to hire him for sure. He's going to build us a second floor and another bedroom or two and redo our bathroom!"
"Really?" Mercedes asked, "Why you need so many rooms?"
"Duh," Sugar said, "For the baby Quinn bought them."
"Oh right," Mercedes laughed.
"Stop saying that," Quinn said, "All I did was make a few phone calls. I know you guys didn't want to use your celebrity status to get an advantage, but…why the fuck not? You guys are great parents and that agency is crazy for wanting to make you wait years."
Brittany bit her lip, and took a breath so she wouldn't start crying. Quinn was an amazing friend and Brittany didn't think she could love her more. She got up and went behind Quinn and hugged her. "Thank you."
Santana, who was sitting next to Quinn, leaned in and kissed her cheek. It still amazed her how close they had gotten. "Yeah, thanks."
Quinn smiled and rolled her eyes. "Alright, stop it. You're not guaranteed to be approved that's still all on you. Keep your phones on and wait for a call."
Santana and Brittany went back to their seats. They still hadn't talked about what they were going to do when the adoption agency called.
"Enough of this love fest," Sugar said, "Are you guys going to Susan's dinner party?"
"Her what?" Santana was pretty drunk last night and had no memory of Susan inviting them to any dinner party.
"Dinner party?" Brittany was confused as well. "I don't remember her saying anything."
"Well after Santana turned on the water works…."
"Whatever," Santana sighed.
"….Susan told me she wanted to do a reunion dinner," Sugar explained, "She wanted all of us to go."
"Ugh, no thanks," Santana groaned, "What reunion? None of us were even friends with her! We'll pass."
"You have to go," Mercedes said, "We were so drunk we all said we'd go. So you gotta go."
"Not our problem," Santana shrugged.
"You're going," Quinn stated.
"No, we aren't," Santana protested.
"You're going," Quinn repeated, "That's what I want as payback for setting things up with the adoption agency."
"Son of a bitch," Santana mumbled.
"I guess we're going," Brittany said.
###
After breakfast Brittany and Santana headed back home. They checked in on their son and found that he was having a great time with his grandparents. Santana was back to normal and was finally able to have that conversation they needed to have.
"They haven't called yet and it's almost 1," Brittany said. They were sitting on their living room couch, just waiting.
"It's still early," Santana said.
"Yeah, but it's the weekend so they probably close early."
Santana took a breath. "What are we going to tell them? I mean, this adoption was only meant as a backup plan and now you're pregnant."
"Do you remember what you said at our first appointment?"
"What did I say?"
Brittany smiled at her wife. "You said we should try to get two babies."
Santana laughed. "I said that?"
"Uh huh. If they do call to tell us they found a baby for us, I wouldn't say no." Brittany had been doing a lot of thinking. Being sober had let her to really think about what the adoption agency would say. "I love you Santana. I love Xander and the baby inside me. We have a great home and amazing family and friends. If the agency tells us there's a baby out there we can share our life with, I want to. But I'd also be happy with loving Xander and BPL."
"BPL?"
"Baby Pierce-Lopez," Brittany giggled.
Santana let out a laugh. "Of course."
"Look, we don't know what they're going to say. And Quinn said, it's up to us, so we have to decide what we're going to do. If you want to remove our names from the list, I'm totally OK with that. If you want to try for two babies, I'm totally OK with that too."
"One baby or two," Santana said softly. They had always wanted kids, and the thought of having a big family with Brittany made her so happy. But she had read enough horror adoption stories to be wary. It wasn't the idea of a second baby that worried her, it was the process. She had shared her doubts with Brittany before and Brittany had told her to have faith. "Let's see what the agency says."
Half an hour later the agency called. They wouldn't give them too much information over the phone other than that their case file had been bumped to the top of the list and they wanted to discuss the next steps, as soon as possible.
They made an appointment. "One baby or two," Santana repeated. At least they had more time to think about their decision.
###
Brittany pulled into the her driveway as Xander continued to tell her about his day at school. They had enrolled him in summer classes because he loved it so much. It actually worked out for the best so that Xander was gone for most of the time Brittany felt sick. Xander always got so worried when either of his moms got so much as a cold.
"...and den all da blue crayons were gone...I can no draw da sky with no blue crayons..."
"So then what happened?" Brittany asked putting the car in park and unbuckling her seatbelt.
"...so den I 'membered when you, me and Momma Sana go da beach and da sky was yellow and red..."
"That's right," Brittany said, getting out of the car and going to unbuckle Xander, "That was at sunset."
Brittany had been smiling through her son's entire story. She loved that Xander's greatest worry in life was running out of blue crayon.
"So I draw da sky red and yellow," Xander finished.
"You are a genius," Brittany beamed.
"Das wha Momma Sana says….'sheer genius'!" Xander mimicked causing Brittany to laugh.
Now fully out of the car, Brittany handed Xander a pastry box, "Here honey, you carry the cupcakes."
"Momma Sana loves cupcakes!" Xander said very excited.
"She sure does."
Mother and son went inside and headed straight for the kitchen to get dinner ready. An hour later, the front door opened.
"I'm home!" Santana had gone over to meet with her publisher about her latest book. The chapters she had sent in had everyone very excited and they already wanted to announce a publish date and start a marketing campaign.
"We're in the kitchen," Brittany yelled.
"How are my two favorite people?" Santana asked walking into the kitchen. She went straight to hug and kiss Xander.
"Momma Sana, we bough' cupcakes!" Xander said, excited
"You did?"
"Uh huh, but you can no have any un'il af'er dinner," Xander said seriously.
"Yes sir," Santana said with a smile.
"He's tough," Brittany said as she turned off the stove.
Santana went up to Brittany and hugged her from behind, "Hi."
"Hi," Brittany answered softly. She turned around and gave Santana a kiss. "How did it go?"
"Great. They love it," Santana said. "How are you? Did you get sick today?" She pulled away from Brittany and went over to the cupboard to take out the dinnerware and set the table.
"I knew they'd love it," Brittany said, "I didn't get sick today. I think I'm getting better. Maybe it's the vitamins the doctor gave me or maybe I'm over throwing up."
"I'm glad," Santana said, thrilled, "Get ready to be hungry all the time now."
"I was always hungry before I got pregnant," Brittany laughed.
Xander placed a napkin in front of the chair next to him where Lord Tubbington was sitting. The cat sat at the table sometimes, almost as if expecting to be served. "Where's da baby Mommas? Da baby is daking fooorreevvvver!"
"Babies take a long time, honey," Santana explained.
"Do you need more spam?" Xander asked.
Brittany and Santana exchanged confused looks. "Spam?" Brittany asked.
"Uh huh. You and Momma Sana said you need spam to make da baby," Xander said.
Brittany began to serve the chicken fajitas and rice she had prepared as she tried to figure out what her son was talking about. She even placed a few strips of chicken in front of Lord Tubbington. "Spa…OH! Do you mean sperm?"
"Wha's sperm?" Xander asked, sounding excited to be learning something new.
Santana's eyes went wide. Xander loved to learn new things and Santana loved that about him. Except right now.
"Your Momma Tana will tell you." Brittany giggled and went back to serving dinner.
"Uh…ummm, well," Santana began, "It's…umm. You know what? I'll tell you in like ten years."
Brittany wasn't giggling anymore, she was laughing.
###
With Xander and Lord Tubbington sound asleep, Santana sat in the living room watching the news, while Brittany changed into shorts and a tank top.
"Momma Tana? What's sperm?" Brittany asked in a childlike voice, as she walked into the living room.
"Shut up," Santana groaned, "That was so awkward. And you cracking up didn't help."
"Come on honey," Brittany said as she sat next to her on the couch, "That was funny," Brittany moved so she could snuggle next to Santana.
"No it wasn't," Santana said as she put her arm around Brittany, bringing her closer
After a few minutes of watching the news, Brittany spoke. "Can we watch something else? The news is so depressing."
"Sure," Santana said as she started flipping channels, "We could watch a DVD." She moved her hand to cup Brittany's breast. "You know, that special movie we made."
"Are you referring to the Pierce-Lopez Production I directed a few months ago?" Brittany teased.
"Um, I was talking about the Netflix DVD that came in the mail today, you pervert," Santana joked.
"No you weren't!" Brittany said sitting up, "I know exactly what DVD you were talking about. And you grabbing my boob totally gave you away."
"Excuse me for loving to fondle your boobs," Santana giggled. She pulled Brittany back and gave her a kiss, "But you have to admit that we look super hot."
"We totally do," Brittany said returning Santana's kiss then sitting back.
"So….you wanna watch it?" Santana was getting turned on just thinking about the night they made that sex tape. Their sex life really was amazing. They were so comfortable with each other that it was easy for them to be adventurous. They were always willing to try what the other wanted.
"You've been a sex monster these past few days," Brittany teased.
"Are you complaining?"
"No way," Brittany said with a slight laugh, "Are you trying to sex me up as much as possible before I get super fat?"
Santana smirked. "I'm sexing you up because you're hot and sexy and you really turn me on. I got news for you honey, that's not going to stop. Like, ever. And wait until you get to your second trimester. You're going to be glad I'm such a sex monster."
Brittany grinned. Her mind taking her back to when Santana was pregnant and super horny all the time. Santana would call Brittany at work and demand she come home for sex. It was awesome. "We get to try all those pregnancy positions again."
Santana wiggled her eyebrows and leaned in to kiss her wife. Brittany eagerly deepened the kiss and took control, much to Santana's pleasure. They kissed until Santana was on top of Brittany with her hand on Brittany's bare breast.
"What about the tape?" Brittany moaned.
"We…we can watch it later." Santana lifted Brittany's shirt and devoured her wife's delicious flesh. The sex tape could wait.
###
At exactly 4 o'clock they walked into the lobby of the adoption agency.
"Hi, Santana and Brittany Pierce-Lopez," Santana announced, "We have an appointment."
"Of course," the receptionist said getting up, "Follow me."
The young woman took them down the hall and opened the door to a large spacious office, "The director will be with you shortly. Please go in and have a seat."
"The director?" Brittany asked surprised.
"Yes. Your case has been tagged with high priority," the receptionist said.
As soon as Santana and Brittany were inside and seated, the young woman left.
"High priority?" Santana asked again, "What's that about?"
"I think that's about one Quinn Fabray-Evans," Brittany said with a smile.
The door opened and a silver haired man walked in, "Hello, my name is Peter Roads, the director of the agency."
"Nice to meet you," Santana said.
Peter sat them down and explained how there was a 16-year-old in New Mexico who wanted to give up her baby for adoption and that they were on the list of top five couples in consideration. The director had personally reviewed their file and considered them one of the best couples they had registered.
"Is the baby born already," Santana asked carefully.
"No, not yet," he said, "Another two months. Now, the birth mother has requested to meet the people who will adopt the baby. Now the question is, would you like to be considered?"
Santana squeezed Brittany's hand. She wanted to say yes, to not give the man a chance to give their spot to another couple. "Um," Santana began taking a deep breath, "Is the baby a boy or a girl?"
Peter opened the file on the birth mother, "It is...it's a boy."
"A boy," Santana repeated softly. This whole process was still something to get used to. To that pregnant girl they were just a file. It didn't seem real. She looked over at Brittany. "Britt?"
"A boy." Brittany smiled at the image of Xander and his little brother playing in the park.
"Does race matter?" he asked.
"We're an interracial lesbian couple," Santana scoffed, "What do you think?"
"Umm, no," Brittany answered. She could tell Santana was nervous because she was getting snarky. "We don't care about that."
"OK, well the mother and father are both Caucasian. Here's a picture of the girl," Peter said handing them a picture.
Santana took the photo and saw a young woman with black hair and green eyes. "She's so young. She looks 11 not 15."
"Well, if it weren't for teen pregnancy I'd be out of business," Peter said and chuckled. Santana and Brittany stayed silent. Peter cleared his throat, "Sorry. Bad joke. Anyway, should I set up a meeting?"
Brittany turned to look at Santana. "It's just a meeting."
Santana nodded. She promised Brittany she'd have faith and she hoped this meeting was a step in the right direction. "OK."
"Yes," Brittany answered, "We'll meet her."
"Excellent," the director said, "Here is a copy of her file. Just facts like basic personal history, vital stats and all that. I'll be sending her your full file…"
Santana suddenly panicked. "Wait. She doesn't know us? I mean, she didn't pick us?"
"Not technically. Janice, the girl, wanted us to just send her the profiles of the first five couples that we thought would be a good fit. As soon as the case was created we contacted you and four other couples. I talked to her personally, and told her about you and she has no objections."
Santana's joy was slowly being replaced by fear, "Does she know we're a lesbian couple?"
"Yes," Peter said, "And like I said, she has no objections."
"Can I ask," Brittany began, "Why we were moved to the top of the list? I mean, I'm sure other couples have been waiting for years."
"Let's just say you have very powerful friends," Peter said, "And your notoriety helps immensely. But believe me, if we didn't feel you were qualified, we wouldn't be allowing you to adopt. No matter who you are or who your friends are."
"OK," Santana said, "OK. Set up the meeting and we'll fly to New Mexico whenever she wants."
"Great," Peter said, "But please remember, you are going to be one of five couples Janice will choose from. She may not pick you."
"We understand," Brittany said.
###
That night, Santana sat up in bed trying to read but her mind wouldn't let her concentrate. She put the book down, leaned back stared at the ceiling.
"You OK?" Brittany asked stepping out of the bathroom.
Santana looked at Brittany, "What if we go through all this and she doesn't pick us?"
Brittany smiled and walked over to the bed, "Then we wait until someone else does." Brittany climbed in bed and pulled Santana down. Brittany rested her head on Santana's stomach, while Santana ran her fingers through Brittany's hair.
"I don't know if I want that," Santana said.
Brittany lifted her head and moved to lay on her stomach, her forearms supporting her, "What do you mean?"
"If Janice doesn't chose us, then let's not do the adoption," Santana said, "You're already pregnant and we should concentrate on BPL. That's stressful enough and we can't add the stress of chasing pregnant teens hoping they give us their baby."
"So this is like a one time thing?" Brittany asked, "Putting all our eggs in one uterus?
"Something like that. At least for now." Santana reached down and placed her hand on the side of Brittany's stomach. "When we want a third baby we can decide if we want to adopt again."
"OK," Brittany said gently, "And I think you're right. I just got so excited."
"Me too, Britt." Santana smiled. "Come here."
Brittany moved closer and hovered over Santana.
Santana didn't think she could be happier than she was at the moment, but she knew she would. Every day she spent with Brittany proved that she could experience true happiness.
Brittany sighed, amazed at how connected she and Santana were and how happy Santana made her.
Santana chuckled. "I can't believe we're going to have two, possibly three, kids under the age of five. It sounds like a disaster in the making."
"Maybe we can get a reality show," Brittany joked, "I'm sure I can get us a deal."
"That would be the worst show ever," Santana laughed.
They laid in each other's arms until they fell asleep.
-tbc-
A/N: Thanks everyone. This story will end soon. By chapter 15 or sooner. Not sure yet.