Brittany woke up to the dark skies that day. Although there was a faint glow of pink in the east, Brittany could hardly make out anything around the room, save for a murmuring raven-haired woman beside her.
"B-Britt…"
"Yeah, San? Are you having a dream?"
"Britt…" Santana seemed to be taking no heed.
"Yeah?"
"Love you…" Santana said the slurred words.
Brittany smiled as her sleeping wife mumbled incoherent words in her sleep. She leaned her head towards the brunette, closing her eyes and started humming a soft lullaby.
Santana woke up and rose up from her uncomfortable sleep. Suddenly a wave of nausea washed over her. She quickly stood up and ran to the adjoining bathroom.
"San?" Brittany asked worriedly, instantly awake from the commotion and hearing Santana's vomiting in the adjacent room. Santana quickly went out of the bathroom.
"Oh, Britt…good morning…" Santana smiled awkwardly at her wife. "Here, let me sit you up," Santana rushed to Brittany's side.
"I'm getting out tomorrow," Brittany softly said.
"Yeah, I was informed. Want me to get your things form Sugar? I'm going home for a decent shower and some decent clothes."
Brittany nodded.
"Can I have her address?"
"Of course," Brittany let out a laugh.
Everything's all right.
She gave out Sugar's address. "Hey, San, can you buy me a few fruits when you get back?"
"Of course. Want me to sit with you at breakfast?"
"Of course, love you," the blonde just randomly said.
"Ha-ha…love you more," Santana quipped.
The couple spent the morning together, up until Brittany had finished up her breakfast.
"San…" Brittany looked up at her.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For coming back," Brittany smiled. "But I hate you, for stinking. Go home, get a shower, and then come back."
"O-okay…I get it, you're sending me away," Santana said, brushing off a stray lock of brown hair across her face.
"No, Santana, I love you. You just, stink."
"I know, I know…" Santana laughed. "I'll go and do what my wife wants me to do now…" the brunette kissed her wife's forehead.
"I love you, San," Brittany whispered.
"I love you, too," Santana started to leave for the door.
I love you, Santana, so much that even if you cheat on me a thousand times, i know I will always love you
"Brittany?" Quinn walked in the room.
"Yes? Hi, Quinn."
"Hello," Brittany smiled warmly. "How are you?"
"Great," Brittany motioned for Quinn to sit beside her.
"Brittany, I'm your friend, and I am Santana's friend too, but I…there's no easy way to break this to you, but…" Quinn sighed. Instantly, Brittany took Quinn's hand.
"I know, Quinn. I know."
"You don't get it, do you?"
"I do. I'm sure I do get it. I get it more than all of you do," Brittany sighed.
"But, she hasn't told you anything yet!" Quinn blurted out.
"Yes, but I know. I saw it coming. I can't even think…how I even managed to marry her," Brittany said.
"Married who?" Santana was by the door, eyeing them suspiciously.
"I…I think I should leave…" Quinn awkwardly said and excused herself.
"What were you talking about?"
"It's nothing, San…"
"Nothing? You actually said you can't even think how you managed to marry me!"
"I know you're cheating."
Santana's mouth ran dry.
How did she know? Did Quinn just tell her?
"Who told you?"
"I guess I kind of saw it coming, San…"
"Look, I don't want to go back there, Britt. I'm not what I was before. It's you and me now…"
"But that's exactly what you promised before you cheated on me. On us."
"Well, what do you want me to do just to convince you that I am serious about what I'm saying?" Hot tears fell from the Latina's eyes.
"San…I just want to know…Santana, does it make you happy? Because, if you are, I'm letting you do it. I can't let you suffer because I'm suffering too."
"Brittany…" Santana sank uncontrollably on the bed.
"I can't just…think…"
Santana hugged her tightly. "I just want to be with you. I love you."
"Santana…"
"Brittany, please. Just let me prove this to you. Just let me make it up to you."
They sat like that for a while, constantly filling each other's lungs with each other's scents. The emotional breakdown had taken the toll on both women.
Santana spent the night on Brittany's hospital room that night and made plans for the morning.
She's going to drive her home and carry her upstairs, cuddle with her. She's going to take her to the duck pond in the afternoon. She's going to take her to rides, spend time with her under stars…
Another wave of nausea hit her, waking her up from her uncomfortable sleep, making her bolt up and run for the bathroom.
"San? You okay?" Brittany sleepily called.
"Yeah?" Santana said, although she's did not believe herself in saying it…
The move that morning wasn't eventful, Santana just decided to push off the ugly thoughts lurking in her mind. When she was walking in the main lobby, the same nauseous feeling was back again, causing her to rush back towards the bathroom.
It's not normal.
Santana looked at herself in the mirror. She's paler than normal, and she had chapped lips.
God, please forbid.
Santana drove with Brittany towards their house. The blonde held out a pale hand and turned on the car stereo.
An old tune played.
close your eyes…
I'll keep you safe…
Santana smiled.
"Hey, Britts, I'm going to go pick up some of those yummy gummy vitamins for you, will that be okay?"
"Mhhmmm…" Brittany said.
They pulled up in front of the pharmacy.
"Britts, wait here for me. Be back in a few minutes, okay?"
Brittany nodded. She's far too happy to even think of Santana doing something else that could disappoint her.
Santana grabbed a packet of the vitamins, but she also purchased a pregnancy test kit. She put it in the inside of her leather jacket and went back to Brittany.
"Hey," she plastered a fake smile on her face. Brittany returned a smile to her, this time…so real.
"Let's go?" Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"Course," Santana revved up the engine.
They arrived at the house, roughly at about ten in the morning. The house was neatly kept, and freshly-washed curtains hung at the windows.
"Hmm…nice housekeeping," Brittany smiled.
"Ha-ha…" Santana let out a sarcastic laugh. Truth is, she had just picked those curtains from the clothier the day before. She just hired two women to clean off the house.
"Okay, do you want me to make lunch? I'm starving…" Brittany smiled.
"No, baby…let me. You take a rest. Let me turn the TV on." Santana switched the TV on and played the Titanic.
Santana made a lunch for them. At around two, the blonde was softly taking a nap on the couch.
This is it, Lopez.
She stood in front of the mirror, waiting for the result of the pregnancy test. Suddenly, it beeped, indicating it's ready to give out a 99% accuracy.
The colours on Santana's face seemed to drain as she saw the double line on the screen. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run and hide, she wanted to freak out but she can't. She wanted to crumble down.
She's pregnant.
