This chapter could possibly be slightly triggering. Not necessarily because nothing actually happens but there are mentions of slightly triggering events I guess.

Later that same night...

"Seriously Zach, why did you do it?" Lucas asked just as he sat down in the waiting room. Brittany and Santana had gone back with Toby because he wouldn't stop crying for them.

"I didn't," the younger boy replied, rubbing his sweaty palms together. Lucas nudged him in the shoulder. "I didn't push Toby, I swear," he said a little louder.

"No, why are you avoiding Mami like hugging her and stuff?" Lucas asked, turning on his side slightly to face his little brother.

"I am," Zach mumbled.

"Nope, you're not," Lucas pushed the little boys head only for it to bounce back with Zach crossing his arms too. "You constantly make Mami upset and Toby too a-"

"I didn't push Toby," Zach snapped his head to face Lucas. "And it's only because she upset me first," he grumbled. From his seat, Lucas could see Santana around the corner where Zach couldn't see her.

"What do you mean?" Lucas asked, wanting to get a straight answer out of Zach.

"She promised me cuddles if I be nice to Toby," the young latino boy replied, shrugging. "But she doesn't pay attention to me any more, just Momma."

"But that's the thing, you haven't been nice to Toby or going anywhere near Mami," Lucas tried to reason with his little brother. "Whenever she tries to hug you, you won't touch her, you've really upset her," Santana listened with tears in her eyes. She peeked her head around just to catch Zach spilling tears and then turning his head away from both Lucas and Santana.

"I don't want to have a sister," Lucas looked at Zach knowingly. The jealousy was kicking in. He didn't get jealous of Toby because he didn't know any better, but now he knows what's going to happen. "She's going to get all of the attention," he mumbled. "They're not going to love me any more."

"Momma and Mami will always love you, no matter how much of a brat you act," Lucas softly whacked Zach on the head.

"You can't hit me!" Zach said angrily, turning around in his seat. "I'm not a brat."

"I can treat how I want to treat you because you're being a little ass," Lucas hissed, getting closer to Zach. Zach stood up and kicked Lucas in the shin. The older boy grabbed him by the collar and brought him closer. His fists were clenched. He was thankful they were in a private waiting room, otherwise that would have definitely been in the news. Santana had had enough of this. She relied on Lucas to talk to Zach, not hurt him.

"Stop it," she pried Lucas' fingers off Zach's collar and shot Lucas a glare. He sat back and Zach stepped back into his mother's arms that were hanging down ready to take him into a hug. She crouched down and hugged him from behind. "You go and get some water," Santana said, holding a five dollar bill in front of Lucas' face. He took it slowly and nodded. As Zach turned around in Santana's arms, Lucas got up and walked to the store.

"He was gonna hit me," Zach sobbed, holding his fists to his face, falling into Santana's arms. This was the first time in a few days that Zach had cuddled up to Santana and let her hug him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Would you hit me?" He asked quietly, still crying.

"Never," she replied quickly, stroking his curly brown hair.

"I didn't push Toby," Zach lifted his head off Santana's shoulder and roughly wiped away the tears on his red cheeks.

"I believe you," Santana sighed. "I'm sorry for blaming you earlier," she said.

"I'm sorry for being mean for a couple of weeks," Zach replied softly.

"Okay, but when we get home you can say goodbye to your Xbox for a week because of all the mean things you've done this week," Santana told him sternly. He nodded, pouting. She stood up and held his hand, taking him back to the seats. He sat next to her and leaned away. "Zach, I thought you were excited about having a baby sister," Santana said suddenly. He didn't respond, he just crossed his legs and ringed his wrists.

"I am," Zach said after a while. He shrugged and then continued on to fiddling with the laces on his shoes, pulling them undone and then tying them back up again. "But she's gonna get more attention that me, 'cuz she's a girl, and she's younger," he mumbled.

"I love you Zach and having a baby won't change that," Santana reassured him. She rubbed his back. "Look at me when I'm talking to you baby boy," she said softly and he turned his head to face her. Santana's heart broke when she saw the new tears forming in his eyes. "Why are you so upset?"

"You said that if I'm good then I'd get more cuddles, and I haven't so you lied to me," he explained slowly.

"Zach, I said we could cuddle if you were nice to Toby and you haven't been," she shook her head.

"But you hurt me first," Zach said loudly. He crossed his arms and sat on his knees, still facing Santana. She took Zach's hands and unclenched them. "You never cuddled with me before like you would with Toby."

"Okay," Santana coaxed Zach into her lap and he laid his head on her chest. "Mami is sorry for not including you and showing how much I love you," she hugged him as tight as he would let her.

"Lo siento," he mumbled. "I'll be nicer."

"Pinky promise?" Santana smiled, holding out her tanned finger. He nodded and wrapped his equally tanned pinky around hers.

"I promise," Zach said with a weak smile.

"Okay, this weekend, you and I are going to get dinner and go to the park," Santana replied.

"Just me and you?" He asked. Santana nodded slowly. "Okay!" He nodded excitedly.

"You wanna go see Toby?" Santana softly wiped away the rest of the tears on Zach's cheeks. Zach nodded and moved off Santana's lap. When he was on the floor, Santana could see Lucas walking back to her with a large bottle of water and lots of loose change. He decided not to make eye contact with either of the and just handed Santana the money. "Drink up," she said to Lucas and took Zach's hand, leading him into the room where Brittany was looking after Toby.

The little blonde boy was curled up in a hospital bed. He 10 stitches on the left hand of his forehead. When they brought him in, he was still crying furiously and had to be given anaesthetics to put him to sleep so the doctors could stitch his injury up. Brittany was sitting next to him, pushing back his strawberry blonde hair, only for it to flick back onto his forehead.

Brittany looked up to meet Santana's just as tired brown eyes. She kissed the top of Toby's head before walking up to Zach and crouching down.

"I hope you have a perfectly good apolo-"

"Brittany, he didn't push Toby," Santana said quickly, Zach attaching himself to Santana's hip. Brittany immediately furrowed her at Santana.

"Sorry baby boy," the blonde leaned forward and kissed Zach's forehead before picking him up by the waist and braced him on her hip. He buried his face in Brittany's neck.

"Lo siento," he muttered into Brittany's neck. She automatically knew that he was apologizing for his behaviour over the past few weeks. "I didn't push him, I promise," he sniffled.

"I know Zach," Brittany assured as Zach yawned against her shoulder. "Bedtime," she laughed when she saw Zach's eye's drooping. Brittany walked around the hospital bed and pushed Toby over to the far end; Santana pushed up the barrier. The blonde placed Zach down on the opposite end but he immediately scooted over next to Toby. "Night night," she kissed the the forehead's of both Zach and Toby, as did Santana.

Then Brittany returned back to Santana, taking the latina into her arms. "I feel so bad," Santana confessed, burying her head into Brittany's chest. "We always blame him," she cried softly. Brittany kissed the top of her wife's head, who was now a sobbing head. "He doesn't feel loved," she took her head off Brittany's chest. "He thought I was going to hit him," she whispered.

"What? We would never hit our children," Brittany placed her hands on Santana's shoulders. "What would give him that kind of idea San?"

"Lucas was trying to give him a talk about his behaviour and... Lucas looked like he was going to hit him for, quoting 'being a little ass,' that's not Lucas Britt," Santana shook her head and then looked up at Brittany who was fuming red.

"I'll kick him for being a little ass," the blonde tried to get past Santana who kept stepping in front of her. Santana knew that when Brittany got angry, which was very rare, it was worse than when Snix came to visit. She would get really angry, super fast. Her face became red and Santana sometimes saw a glimpse of smoke steaming out of her ear, she's swears anyway.

"Britt," Santana placed her hand on Brittany's shoulder and tried to stop the blonde from literally busting the door down. "Let's just talk to him."

"That's all we seem to be doing with him San, talking," Brittany said angrily. Just before Santana could make sure that Brittany didn't go off at Lucas, the door slowly opened behind her and Lucas stood in the doorway with an empty bottle of water. "Can I go home? I'm kind of tired," Lucas said softly, trying not to get on either of his mother's nerves. Brittany pushed Santana out of the way, causing her to stumble back and cup her baby bump.

"You're coming with me," Brittany took Lucas by the wrist and dragged him outside. "Outside," she told herself, knowing not to shout at her son in the middle of a waiting room, no matter how private. It was dark and there was a clear sky, only the stars to be seen. Lucas went straight to the wall and leaned back against it, whereas Brittany walked a little further out into the almost empty car park. She covered her face with her hands and screamed into them. At this point Lucas was ever so slightly scared, he had never seen Brittany like this.

Lucas stared at his mother as she crouched down and continued to scream. "Momma?" Lucas took a step forward before she turned around and wiped her tears from her cheeks.

"I need one week where I'm happy with all of my children at the same time," she snapped. Lucas took a step back and swallowed visibly. "But no, as soon as I am, one of you have to f*ck up and I'm tired of having talks with you and your brothers," she slammed her hand against the smooth wall behind Lucas. "It doesn't seem to help you. I may have to discuss with your Mom about this no spanking rule," she hissed. "I had spankings when I was younger, it taught me discipline," she explained to him.

"I-I'm sorry," Lucas stuttered before pursing his lips together. Brittany took a step back and crouched down, burying her head back into her hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm not gonna hit you," she sighed and rubbed furiously under her nose. Then she lowered herself onto her butt and looked up at Lucas. "I wouldn't ever hit you I swear."

"I wouldn't blame you if you did, I was an ass to Zach," he sat down in front of her.

"Show a little respect Luke," she said quietly.

"My bad."

"But you shouldn't have done that to Zach. It scared him and it's gonna give him ideas. He looks up to you Lucas. We can't have him thinking that hitting anyone is right."

"I know and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that. I won't do it ever again."

"But seriously, what the f*ck was going through your head Luke?" She asked quickly.

"Uh, he just got on my nerves and I'm very tired right now," he explained to her. Brittany rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I'm gonna talk to your Mom and then I'll bring you home," she leaned forward and kissed the side of his head. "But you like really neeed to think about what happened and make sure that it never happens again," she stood up slowly before pulling him up. He nodded quickly before following her inside of the hospital again. He sat down in the waiting room again as Brittany walked down the hall on the left and pushed the door open and stepped in Toby's hospital room.

"Hey," Santana said softly, sniffling and pushing away any remaining tears from her cheeks.

"Hi," Brittany sat down next to Santana and placed her hand on Santana's thigh comfortingly. "Um, I'm sorry for pushing you before. I was in the heat of the moment and I didn't think about what could've happened," Brittany said to Santana, completely avoiding any eye-contact. "I never would push you or hurt you. I wasn't thinking properly. You're carrying my child, I never meant to put you or Emmy in danger," she looked over at Santana who had her arms crossed over her baby bump. Brittany watched as her wife drew calming circles on top of her bump.

"I can see where Lucas got his anger from," Santana chuckled softly to herself. "That wasn't Baby Snix, that was all Pierce. I saw it in your face when you got all angry. I was scared sh*tless."

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way," Brittany placed her hand on Santana's shoulder.

"I don't like seeing you that way," Santana said softly to Brittany. "You didn't actually hurt him, did you?" Santana asked quickly.

"I couldn't bring myself to do it. It's not right, not in my opinion anyway," the blonde shook her head and then kissed Santana's bare shoulder.

"Good, I don't want our children thinking hitting is okay. Did you talk to him?"

"Yeah, a little bit. But I'm sick of talking to him. He'll take the idea on board and then dump it at the first given chance, it's how teenage minds work," Brittany shrugged.

"I know," Santana nodded. "But promise me that no matter how much our children get on our nerves, we'll never spank or hit them. I mean I know we said we wouldn't when Lucas was one but I think after today, we need to renew that promise," Santana turned her head and made eye-contact with Brittany.

"I promise, I'm never going to lay a hand on any of our boys, or Emily," the blonde placed her spread out hand onto Santana's baby bump. Santana leaned forward and pressed her lips to Brittany's, they perfectly moulded together. "I'm so so so so sorry," Brittany parted their lips and let out a shaky breath.

"You get worse than Snix when you get angry. It's your angry alter-ego, Brix," Santana chuckled. "There's nothing you can do to stop Brix. Baby, you need to just take a breath next time and let Brittany take over Brix," Santana stroked Brittany's cheek with the back of her hand. "I've learned how to control Snix, now I will help you control Brix," she walked her fingers along Brittany's thigh and linked there pinkies. "You managed to pull yourself out of that mindset before hurting anyone properly, that's a good start."

"But I shouldn't want to hurt people."

"You didn't want to hurt anyone, you felt the need to hurt someone for someone else you love. That's how Snix works," Santana squeezed Brittany's hand.

"But I shouldn't feel the need to hurt my own son," Brittany shook her head. Santana closed her eyes and sighed.

"Can I tell you something Britt?"

"Yeah."

"When I saw you cradling Toby and he was bleeding, the first thing I though of was Zach. I was convinced he'd pushed Toby. I wanted to give him a spanking, I was seriously considering it," Santana admitted.

"Are we bad parents?"

"No, we're not, we're amazing parents," Santana assured Brittany. "When we get home tomorrow, we're all gonna have a long talk about everything that's happened today. Right now, I am so so so tired," the latina yawned.

"Okay," Brittany kissed the side of Santana's head. She stood up and started arranging chairs on the other side to make a make-shift bed. She took the pillow with all the blood on it and ripped of the case for a pillow and used the two blankets to create a duvet. "Ta-da!" Brittany beamed. Santana laughed and stood up. "I'm going to drop Lucas home and probably fall asleep there myself," she engulfed Santana in a hug.

"Thank you," Santana laughed, resting her head on Brittany's chest. "I love you."

"I love you too," Brittany replied.

8th July (20 weeks along)

Two weeks later...

It had been two weeks since the huge outburst in the hospital. Slowly, every one began to accept what had happened, talk about it a lot and everything had just seemed to have settled down.

Lucas was in his room, the only other person home was Santana. Toby, Zach and Brittany had gone out to the park with some of the boy's friends. Lucas was strumming on his guitar. Since he had been put on punishment for what had happened, everything electronic had been put on hold until the next day, he had taken to sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar.

"Sky!" Santana screamed and Lucas immediately jumped to his feet, placing his guitar down slowly. Quickly, he made his way to Santana's room and was startled by the crying mess she had become. "My ring doesn't fit, my wedding ring won't fit on my finger."

"Why did you take it off?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at Santana.

"The circulation in my finger was being cut off so I took it off and now I can't get it back on," she wailed, tossing the ring to Lucas who caught it. He walked over to the edge of the bed carefully and sat down.

"Um, put it on your chain," Lucas said, referring to the rose-gold chain around her neck. The kids had got it for mothers day. It was a rose-gold, heart-shaped plate with all their names on it. He leaned forward and unclipped the necklace. Slowly, he slipped the ring onto the chain and then clipped it around her neck again. "There, you're still wearing it and your not cutting off the circulation in your fingers," he smiled.

"Thank you," Santana replied weakly.

"Is that all?" He asked softly. Santana stuck out her bottom lip and nodded slowly. "Okay," he trailed. "Call me if you need anything," he stood up slowly, followed by Santana. He rolled his eyes because he knew that his Mother probably wanted to do something with him. "What do you want to do Mom?"

"Can we sing?" She asked shyly.

"Okay," he took her hand and brought her into the living room. He sat down on the piano seat as Santana sat behind him on the sofa. "Mami, have you been listening to One Direction again?" He turned his head to meet her eyes. She nodded her head slowly. Whenever she started to listen to a band, or in this case re-listen, she made sure she knew every piano melody to every song. "Okay..." He inwardly sighed and started to play the melody on the sheet music in front of him.

Lucas:

Oh, I just wanna take you anywhere that you'd like
We could go out any day, any night
Baby I'll take you there, take you there
Baby I'll take you there, yeah

Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me, how to turn your love on
You can get, get anything that you want
Baby just shout it out, shout it out
Baby just shout it out, yeah

Santana:

And if you,
You want me too
Let's make a m-

Santana was cut off her little dance party by the doorbell ringing. Lucas stopped playing the piano and swivelled around on the seat, facing the door now. The Latina stood up and opened the door only to be met by the dark eyes of Kyle.

"Hey Kyle," she said quickly. He looked pale and there were bags under his eyes. "Are you okay?" She looked at the bruise on his cheek as he shook his head. He stumbled forward into Santana's arms who caught him from falling over.

A/N: I'm really nervous about releasing this chapter, I've put if off all week.

Well, that got deep. I feel good about that chapter.

Everything in this chapter was basically my own opinion on punishment I guess, I don't mind what you want to call it. It's quite serious and I know different people have different views on it.

Anyway, that happened. Zach expressed his feelings about everything and Lucas got violent about it.

Brittany became 'Brix' and lost it completely.

Santana and Brittany discussed the events as to what happened and San promised to help Brittany control Brix.

Santana and Kyle had a cute moment and Kyle turned up at their door.

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