Another one! I liked the idea of writing from Santana's view. So, I started and couldn't stop! Thanks for the idea, Stephanie! I always love hearing from you guys!
(Also, I added name and date at the top so that the time and narrator shifts would be easier to navigate.)
Thanks for reading!
Santana (August 2022) -
Remember that last trip before Hayden was born? Britt, you were eight months pregnant and insisting on a camping trip. I was so worried about you and our baby. But as always, I can never say no to you. So, I packed four pillows for you (just in case), ten sweaters to keep you warm, and everything I could find in the first aid aisle at the supermarket.
You laughed and gave me a big kiss when you saw how jam packed our car was. Baby, you cooed, it's camping. I must have rolled my eyes, because you kissed me again, slow and deep. I just want to protect you, from everything. I still get a little flutter in my stomach when you kiss me. You stir up all the butterflies, Britt. It's like you are electric. We're electric.
Come on, baby! You said, patting me on the butt and jumping into the car. You were so happy, your eyes were shining, your hair was shining, your smile was shining, your skin was shining. I love to see you this excited. More importantly, I love when I am the cause.
When we pulled up to the campground, you jumped out of the car, so sexy in your hiking boots. Despite you big and beautiful stomach, you pulled out the giant tent and got right to work. I asked if you need help but you but you shook your head and laughed. I'm not that bad, right? Sometimes I forget how in control you are, how strong and smart and how much I depend on it. You are my rock, baby. Don't ever forget that, okay.
With the tent finally set up and the car unpacked, you were bouncing around with an abundance of energy. You grabbed my hand, laced our fingers and ran towards the lake. I wrapped you up, your stomach resting against me so I could feel the flicks and flutters of our little baby. We looked at the sparkling water for a little while before you turned to me with a little (kind of evil) glint in your eye. And before I knew it, you were out of your shorts and working on your shirt.
"Britt, baby, what are you doing?" I asked with a little, nervous, giggle, my eyes wandering over your toned legs. You answered with a little tug on my shirt.
Come on. Take it off, you said, pulling my shirt over my head.
"Britt, what are you doing?" I asked as you continued to remove my clothes. I looked over my shoulder to see if there was anybody around and there wasn't. So, I helped you pull off my shorts and throw them to the dirt. I followed you into the water, giggly with nervous excitement. I've never done this before.
You pulled me into you, for what I thought was a kiss. But instead, you put your weight against my naked shoulders and pushed me under. Britt! I popped up with a loud laugh and happy smile. You hooked your legs around my waist and let me and the water support you. Then you leaned in for a hot and greedy, wet kiss. I couldn't help the moan that fell from my lips and right into yours. A tingle shot through my body, up my toes, and through my arms into the warm water. I wanted you. I could tell you wanted me too, you were rocking lightly against me and letting out little rushed and raspy gasps.
The water around us was glittering and lightly splashing with our movements. You were so forceful and I loved it, pushing your body into mine, attacking my neck with big kisses, groaning my name. You ran your hands down my body, stopping to grasp at my hips, and my breasts, my wrists, and my butt.
Oh, I want you so bad, Britt. Your ankles locked around my back gave me perfect access and I ran my hand down your smooth, creamy skin, feeling myself being worked up by your needy touches. When you finally entered me, I gasped and buckled with the weight of my want and need, the weight of the pleasure that enveloped me, clouding my mind.
Oh, you were so beautiful, glistening with sweat and beads of lake water. Your lips opened slightly, letting out little gasps, eyes narrowed as you looked at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
Sometimes all this magic makes me forget that when we left the water and fell asleep naked and curled into each other amongst the pillows, that we woke up to a bear.