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January 17
The holidays have come and gone and we are trying to get back settled into the normality of everyday life again, which for us is anything but normal. We followed our usual tradition of visiting the children's hospital on Christmas Eve and delivering toys, and we volunteered at the shelter, courtesy of Aunty Snixx, on Christmas Day, I made us a small Christmas dinner that we ate together in front of the fireplace, only with the light from the fire, the Christmas tree, and other Christmas decorations around the living room. We ended the night in bed watching It's A Wonderful life while sipping Brittany's famous hot chocolate and exchanging sweet kisses until we fell asleep. She bought me some custom aprons, chef hats and chef jackets, a few pair of stilettos for after Sebastian is born, and the best gift ever; a new set of pots and pans that are stainless steel, with Chef Sanny engraved in all the handles, and my logo on the lids. Seriously the best gift anyone has ever bought for me. I got Brittany tickets to the ballet, the leather coat she'd been admiring at Macy's, and a diamond necklace with a letter B pendant, for both Brittany and Bash, since she insists on calling him that.
The next morning we made our way to Lima, stopping in Washington DC to visit some of Brittany's cousins for a night. Lio and Quinn came along with us, and we ended up having a great little road trip, mainly because I got to cuddle in the backseat of our truck with Brittany, since Lio insisted on driving. Lio and Brittany's cousin, Maxwell, got along great, and we all made plans to take a summer trip to the coast for a week to hang out again, which will be so fun since Sebastian will be with us. Mathias and Ali went to Lima on Christmas Eve, or so I was told. No one has seen Ali since Thanksgiving, we have no idea where she is living, or what she is doing, which worries me. A week after Thanksgiving she sent over an edible arrangement and a long apology letter to both Brittany and I. Brittany didn't read the letter and still refuses to, she didn't even eat the fruit. I haven't completely forgiven Ali, but she's my cousin, so a part of me does, since I value family so much. I just want to know if she's safe and okay. Mathias claims she isn't living with him, but just comes over occasionally, he doesn't tell us much information about her either, only that her case was dropped since the intern admitted it was a mutual affair, and he made up the sexual harassment story because he was upset that another intern was hired for the permanent position over him. So I guess she was innocent after all. Mathias said she was offered her job back, but she declined and decided to stay in New York. By the time we reached Lima, she had already gone back to New York, so we didn't see her. Mathias was still around, so the five of us all hung out. Mercedes joined us in Lima the next day, and Lio and I were able to introduce her and Brittany to more of our family that was in town. It was a great trip, I love being back in Lima with Brittany, something about it just feels really right.
We had a quiet New Years Eve at home, just us two watching the ball drop on TV while sipping sparkling white grape juice, and snacking on the large selections of appetizers I made us. We talked about the past 5 years of our marriage, what we accomplished, and we we felt we needed to work on to keep our relationship strong. We then discussed our career goals, checked off everything we accomplished from our last 5 year goal list, and talked about why we didn't accomplish some things, before adjusting our expectations, whether higher or lower, and making new goals professionally. Finally we talked about our new life as a family, we made some parenting goals as far as who we felt comfortable with leaving Sebastian with if we needed a sitter on sudden notice, who we would leave him with in the event of a untimely death with both of us, and how we would alternate midnight feedings and little things like that. We also talked about who would help me run Aunty Snixx while I take a small maternity leave. Brittany and I decided I would take 3 months off from catering any big events, to let my body heal completely. Brittany really doesn't even want me to fill orders, but I'm scared that shutting Aunty Snixx down for that long will force me to lose some customers. There are only 2 people I trust to run Aunty Snixx for me, people that I know can follow my recipes and replicate my orders almost identical to mine; Brittany and Ali. Brittany can't do it because she has to work; Ali would be the best choice, but when I suggested her, Brittany didn't respond she just stared ahead and ate her cheesecake. After 20 minutes of silence, she finally agreed Ali would be the best choice, but she didn't agree on letting her run it. I didn't want to ruin our night, so I dropped it for the time being, with plans to bring it back up to her closer to my due date. We made love after the conversation and fell asleep in each others arms ready to start a new year together.
Once the fun and excitement of the holiday ended, we went back to work and have been busy ever since. The past two weeks I've been so busy with orders, and finally starting the packaging process for my cookie dough. We got all the containers in the mail, and the list of stores we are shipping the frozen dough to so we can start next week. I delivered my first batch of the fresh cookie dough to a store in Manhattan last week, and cried tears of joy, damn hormones, when they called yesterday morning to order more. Right now Aunty Snixx has 3 flavors, peanut butter, sugar, and chocolate chip; I want to start new flavors but Brittany thinks we should take it slow and not start too many flavors since Sebastian is due in a little over a month, and I'll need to cut back. It was one of our bigger arguments that left Brittany in tears from frustration and me sitting in the quiet room holding Chef to calm myself down. I came back downstairs after an hour or two and found Brittany making us dinner. I apologized for screaming at her, and admitted she was right, I was trying to take too much on. We had dinner together and Brittany helped me mix up some more batches of cookie dough to deliver to the local store this weekend before relaxing in bed and helping her grade some homework.
Brittany has a big book reading this Sunday for her two new books she put out over the holidays. Sundays are usually my rest day, I don't really do any catering or fill any orders, if I have orders for Sunday, I make them on Saturday night so I can lounge around, and enjoy Brittany. She does a little work on Sundays, but she's been doing her work on Friday nights so we have all day Saturday and Sunday together. So while I want to lie in bed and skip her event, because I'm just so tired, I can't, and I won't. Brittany supports everything I do, she helps at all my catering events, she delivers for me, and she helps me cook a lot of times too, even if it's just boxing up orders and filling out receipts, she helps. So I'm on Pinterest looking for cute snack ideas to go with the theme of her books when she walks into the office.
"Hey San." I turn around from my desk to greet her and am instantly met with her lips, and a slow sensual kiss.
"Mmmmm, good day at work?" I ask when the kiss breaks and wipe her lips with my thumb before pressing our lips together once more.
She sits down at her desk in the office and turns her chair to face me before scooting closer and grabbing my hands. "Yeah, really good day, exams are finally over."
"Good," I smile. "You've been just as stressed as the students." I tease causing her to blush quickly.
Brittany has been just as frantic as her students during exam week, constantly checking and rechecking her exams, she even made me take an exam and timed me to see how long it would take. Luckily for her I read the books she taught over the first semester, so I was capable of taking the exam. I even teased her about being a hard grader when she gave me a B+ on my essay for the Great Gatsby, I know that damn book like the back of my hand and I know my essay was amazing. I helped her come up with some extra credit questions and then had her take the exam, so she could time herself. Her exams for her senior classes were oral, so we didn't have to worry about that.
"What are you doing?" She asks me as she rests her hand on my stomach, and starts to rub slowly, when I turn back to the computer.
"Looking up ideas for your book reading on some little snacks for the kids," I reply. "I want to find some things that fit your books so the kids can snack on them while you read, or maybe I can make some little goodie bags with treats in them."
"You don't have to do that, San." She replies quickly.
"I know, but I want to." I tell her as I click on a few more links and pin some ideas to my boards. "You help me out with stuff all the time, Brit, don't worry about it." I wink at her.
"Well, you're 8 months pregnant now, so take it easy, I don't want you doing too much." Brittany says sternly.
"I know." I nod in confirmation as she moves her chair closer and rests her head on my stomach while rubbing the front.
"You okay, bee?" I ask her while glancing down and running my fingers through her hair a few times as she kisses my stomach over and over, Sebastian moves slightly when he hears her voice, which always puts a smile on my face that he clearly gets excited when Brittany is around.
"Can I go out tonight?"
I smile before laughing. "What?
"Some of the teachers from my school are going out for drinks and stuff tonight to celebrate making it through first semester, and I kind of want to go." She says quietly while lifting her head to look at me. "But if you don't want me to, I won't and we can do our usual Friday night routine and watch a movie and cuddle."
I stare her before I smile brightly. "I'm not your mom, you don't have to ask me to go out, honeybee." I laugh. "Of course you can go out, have some drinks and some fun. You work hard and deserve to play hard." I nod. "But not too hard, because you're mine and all of this..." I add while motioning up and down her body. "Is mine." I smirk. "Make sure the women and men at wherever you are going know that." I laugh. While a lot of pregnant women start to feel unattractive or maybe even think their mate will cheat on them, I don't. Brittany makes it very clear she only loves me and has eyes for me, even pregnant. Whenever we shower together lately she stares at my body lovingly, and I catch her sneaking glances, or blatantly staring at me as I get dressed too. She's always kissing on me or hugging me, and she reminds me how sexy I am constantly. I have never dubbed her attraction to me.
"Are you sure?" She asks. "You're huge now and I know you've been getting tired quicker, and you waddle when you walk now." She reminds me with a small smile. I've gotten so big in the past month or so, I'm scared Sebastian is smashed in there, but we went to the doctor and Dr. Pillsbury assured me he had enough room and wasn't in any danger or smashed, and he appeared to be healthy with a very strong heart beat; but I'm still a little worried.
"I don't waddle." I say with a pout.
"Yeah, you do." Brittany laughs. "But it's adorable."
I roll my eyes playfully. "Seriously, it's fine baby, go and enjoy yourself."
"Thanks." Brittany says happily before cupping my face and pressing our lips together. "I love you."
"I love you." I mumble as Brittany deepens the kiss. "What time are you going?" I ask her when the kiss breaks.
"We are meeting for drinks first at 7pm, then dinner afterwards." She adds while standing up and walking in the bedroom
I glance at the time on the computer screen and follow her. "It's almost 5, you need to start getting ready."
"Help me find something to wear?" She asks as she walks in the closet. I nod and follow her in there and sit on the stool we have in there.
Brittany picks up a dress and holds it up, I think for a minute before shaking my head at her. "It's cold out, baby, wear some tight jeans, your black boats and sweater." I tell her while scanning the part of the closet with the sweaters. "Nope, your brown thigh high boots and your yellow sweater." I smile brightly as I stand up slowly and walk to the sweater and hold it up.
"You like when I wear yellow, don't you?" Brittany asks as I grab a brown leather belt off the wall for her.
"Yes." I smile and walk, or waddle according to Brittany, to the bed and lay everything on the chaise we at the end of the bed. I then sit down and start sliding my sweats off. "Can we have sex before you go?" I ask her as I kick my pants off.
"What?" Brittany asks while turning around from the dresser where she is pulling out a nude color bra.
"We have to have sex before you leave." I repeat casually.
"Ummmm, ok?" Brittany laughs. "Not that I mind, but why?" She asks while putting her bra and a pair of boy shorts on the chaise next to her jeans.
"Because I'm huge now, and I can't come kick someone's ass for hitting on you when you're out, and you telling them no, but them not caring and continually trying to get on you." I explain while slipping my long sleeve shirt over my head. "When we have sex you have this glow, and people will leave you alone."
I glance up at Brittany and notice she's just staring at me. "That doesn't make sense, baby." She whispers while shaking her head. "But if it makes sense to you, then okay." She nods as she starts to undress and walks over to the bed. She sits down next to me and smiles softly as she runs her hand up and down my thigh slowly while leaning forward and kissing my neck gently. She glides her hand up to my core, as I open my legs for her, and cups it while sucking on my neck.
She starts to massage me slowly over my panties while kissing her way down to my breasts and taking my bra off. "Will they stay this big after Bash?" Brittany asks as her hand leaves my core and cups a breast, rolling her fingers over the nipple, while sucking on the other, teasing it with her teeth.
"I don't know." I moan as my head falls back.
"Lay down, baby." Brittany whispers in my ear while standing up and helping me slide to the middle of our bed. She lays down next to me and turns my head to pull me into a kiss while stroking my hair. "Turn on your side, so you're don't strain your back." She says while helping me turn on my side and scooting forward to intertwine our legs as she best she could. She strokes my thigh, which is now resting on hers and begins to rock into me. "I only want you." She pants out. "I promise I only want you." She continues as I start to moan in her ear. "I only want you Mrs. Santana Pierce. My wife, my beautiful, intelligent, sexy wife." She repeats and I know she is doing it to assure I have nothing to worry about when she goes out. "Only you." She mumbles against my lips before sucking my bottom lip between hers and slipping her tongue in my mouth slowly.
After a very steamy and intimate session, Brittany showers and then helps me shower, something she does daily for fear that I'll fall in the shower, and I personally think to cop a feel. I head to the living room to play with Brownie and Chef while Brittany finishes getting dressed. I'm sitting on the length of the couch, with a glass of lemonade, Chef in my lap, and Brownie laying on my feet when Brittany walks in, and my mouth starts to water, she look so sexy, or I'm really hungry. I've noticed when I'm really hungry it turns to horny whenever Brittany appears.
"Stop staring." She teases as she leans down and kisses me on the forehead. I grab her neck quickly and pull her down to my lips and kiss her tenderly, careful not to smudge her lipstick. "Do you want me to go get you something to eat?" Brittany then asks as she walks in the kitchen and comes back with the pitcher of lemonade and refills my glass.
"No," I shake my head as she walks back to the kitchen and comes back this time with a treat for Chef and Brownie, who ditch me and run to the side to eat them. "I'll just order some take out, I don't feel like cooking."
"You going to pick it up?" Brittany frowns while sitting on the table and facing me.
"No, I don't feel like getting dressed." I laugh while staring at my pajamas, a black baby on board tshirt, and bright pink Aunty Snixx sweats. "I'll get something delivered."
"Ok." Brittany nods. "I won't be out late." She adds before leaning over me and kissing me again.
"Are you driving?" I ask her.
"No, taking a cab. I want to have a drink." She tells me.
"Ok, please don't get too drunk, baby, I would have a hard time taking care of you tonight, and it would be a mess." I remind her.
"3 drinks max." She smiles before kissing me again and running her fingers through my hair. "I love you."
"Love you too." I wink as she stares at me and heads to the door to put her coat on.
"Take care of Sanny for me." She tells Brownie and Chef, after whistling them over to her. "If you need me, call me, right away, and I'll come right back home." She tells me sternly.
"I'll be fine, have fun." I smile.
Brittany waves one final time and leaves the penthouse.
"Just the three of us." I state while looking at the dogs, who walk back over by me. Brownie jumps back on the couch and lays back down on my legs, with a toy this time, and Chef comes closer so I can pick him up. Lord Tubbs walks past us, completely ignoring us and sits by the fireplace. "Ok, just the four of us." I shrug as I reach for my ipad and open the UrbanSpoon app to find some dinner.
I'm engrossed in an episode of Chopped when the intercom buzzes, and I know it's the delivery guy. I slip on Brittany's house slippers that are by the door and head downstairs to the lobby. Brittany has our floor private so you need a special code to get to the 16th floor, there isn't even a button. You type in a code on the elevator and it just takes you there, it's her way of ensuring no one that isn't supposed to be on the 16th floor, is. Once I reach the lobby finally I see 3 other delivery guys. I got a little carried away and ordered a pizza, Chinese food, some wings, and spinach lasagne. After I pass out cash to everyone for a tip, since I paid with my credit card online, I have them set everything on the floor of one of the elevators so I can get it all upstairs, right before the elevator closes I see Quinn walk in the lobby.
"Where's Brittany to help you?" She asks while reaching down and picking up everything aside from the pizza, since I was holding it and trying to figure out a way to sneak a bite. "What's with all the food, you two having a party?"
"Brit went out with some coworkers, and I didn't feel like cooking, so I ordered myself a little dinner." I tell her while tearing the top of the pizza with my teeth and basically drooling when I see the melted cheese and toppings
"A little?" Quinn laughs. "Do not lick that pizza." She snaps. "I want a slice."
"What are you doing here?" I ask her as I continue staring at the small portion of the pizza I can see.
"I came over to visit, I was in the neighborhood and called but you didn't answer." She replies as we reach the 16th floor.
"So you just come over." I laugh. "What kind of logic is that?"
Quinn laughs while holding the elevators doors so I can walk out first, before she follows me into the penthouse and to the kitchen where we set down all the food. "It's Friday, you two are almost always home on Friday, it's like your date night right?"
"Something like that." I shrug. "We usually just hang out and talk, but Brittany deserves to have a little fun, so I was going to pig out and watch some YouTube videos." I smile.
"Well, now you have a partner for that." She nods as she grabs two plates out for us, I on the other hand rip the top of the pizza and pick up the biggest slice I can see and take a huge bite.
"Sooooooooo good." I moan as my eyes close and I chew slowly to savor the bite.
"What's all on there?" I hear Quinn ask.
I open my eyes and take another bite. "You can't have any pizza, eat something else." I tell her as I take another bite.
"What?" Quinn laughs.
"I'm not sharing my ham, bacon, green pepper, onion, pineapple, Italian sausage, and extra cheese pizza." I list off quickly while taking another bite. I reach in the cabinet and pull out my extra spicy hot sauce and lick my lips while drowning my pizza in it. "Grab the food and let's watch a movie." I smile at Quinn.
I carry the pizza, while Quinn carries everything else to the couch, where we stretch out and start to devour the food. "Where's Lio?" I ask her while picking up another slice of pizza.
"Poker night." Quinn nods while opening a carton of Chinese food. "Why did you get sweet and sour pork?" She groans.
"It's chicken." I tell her. "I never order pork."
"This is pork babe." She tells me while setting the container back on the table.
I frown and take another bite of my pizza before breaking the crust in half and tossing it down for Brownie and Chef. I pick up the carton and scream. "This is why i fuckin hate delivery, they always screw some shit up." I snap while slamming the carton down.
"Calm down." Quinn states. "Do you want me to call them and tell them they gave you the wrong order?" She asks while picking up her cell phone.
"No." I sigh as I stare at my pizza and my mood quickly changes when I smile at it and grab another slice.
"Is it possible that you've gotten bigger since last week?" Quinn teases while sliding some hot wings on her plate.
"Feels like it." I laugh. "Brittany says I waddle now."
"You do." Quinn laughs. "You are the cutest pregnant lady ever."
"Thanks." I smile. "When are you two going to get started?"
"Soon." Quinn blushes. "We're going to start trying next month, so Bash will have a play mate soon."
"Shit! Seriously!"
Quinn nods." Yeah, we talked over New Year's and both of our careers are going well, we survived 5 years of marriage, we're ready."
"I can't wait." I smile. "Our kids will be best friends just we were growing up."
"Hell yeah." Quinn agrees before winking at me. "Ok, so what we are watching?" She asks while kicking her shoes off and getting comfortable on the couch.
9:30pm
Quinn and I ended up watching YouTube videos, listening to music, and just talking; so we skipped the movie. "I'm going to get some more lemonade, want more?" She asks while standing up.
"No, ummm, can you grab me a water?" I ask her while picking up another hot wing and drowning it in hot sauce before eating it.
"Brittany would freak if she saw all the damn hot sauce you've been eating all night." Quinn laughs just as someone knocks on the door. "You expecting anyone?" She asks.
"No." I shake my head as I finish my wing and toss the bones in the bag and grab a napkin while standing up and making my way to the door. I open the door and see Aliana. "Ali."
"Hey Rat, I, um, I waited for Brittany to leave, I saw her get in a cab, and then waited for a while again before coming up." Aliana states quietly.
"Who's at the door, San?" Quinn asks while walking back in the living room.
"Hey Quinn." Aliana smiles weakly.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Quinn quickly snaps. "She's 8 months pregnant now, don't start any shit that'll send her into labor early, because even though Brittany's not home, Ali, I will kick your ass for her."
"Whoa." Aliana nods while I glance at Quinn and smirk. Quinn's basically harmless but always has and probably always will defend me, I love my best friend, because I'll kick ass for her as well. "I just came to check on Santanita, and drop off a baby shower gift. I know Brittany probably still doesn't want to see me."
"No, she doesn't." I admit. "Come on in, Bubbles." I add as a way to get her to relax.
Ali walks in slowly and hands me a huge blue bag that's filled to the rim with stuff. "Ummm, I don't know if I missed it or not but here."
"You didn't miss it, it's in a few weeks, but thank you." I nod while accepting the bag.
I watch Aliana sit on the couch as Chef and Brownie excitedly run over to her. "Q, can you put this in Sebastian's room for me, please?" I ask Quinn who is glaring at Ali.
"Yeah, sure." Quinn finally replies while grabbing the bag.
I sit down next to her on the couch. "Are you hungry?" I ask.
"Honestly, a little." Aliana nods. "I'll grab something when I leave, I'm not staying long."
"Make yourself a plate." I tell her. "There's plenty." I stand up and go to the kitchen to grab her a plate and fork, and I pour her a glass of lemonade and walk it back to her. "Go wash your hands first."
She nods and goes to the small bathroom we have just off the living room.
"I'm going to head out, looks like you two need to talk, are you going to be okay?" Quinn asks while putting her shoes back on.
"Yeah," I reply. "Thanks for stopping over."
"You sure?" Quinn asks again sternly.
"She's not going to hit me or anything." I tell her. "It's fine, text me when you're home, it's starting to snow."
"Ok." Quinn leans down and kisses me on the cheek. "I'll see you Sunday at Brittany's book reading."
"Great, bye babe." I smile with a wave as Quinn leaves the penthouse.
I glance at the table and start to put some food on Aliana's plate. "You don't have to do that, Rat." She says while walking into the living room and grabbing the plate.
"I'm a maid right?" I ask her while cocking my head to the side and staring at her.
"I said I was sorry." She whispers while looking down.
I sigh. "Thank you for the letter and the fruit." I state while watching her eat.
"You're welcome, I meant every word. I'm really sorry." Ali sighs. "My head was all fucked up, I was going through shit, Rat. I lost my job, HR keep calling me, I had to decipher lawyer jargon and I just, I'm sorry, really sorry."
I stare at her. "We all go through shit, Ali, but it doesn't give you the right to be blatantly disrespectful. You disrespected me, my parents, abuala, Brittany's mom, my marriage, my house, and most importantly my wife. Brittany is the single most important part of my life, and you accused her of treating me like a maid and living off of me. That was fucked up and inexcusable." I snap at her quickly getting upset all over again. "You don't get to come in my fuckin house after we've been feeding you and putting a damn roof over your head, and not once, not fuckin once did we ever ask you for money. Actually I still paid you for all the help you did with Aunty Snixx."
"Rat."
"Let me finish." I snap while rubbing my stomach. "You were ungrateful and rude to Brittany constantly, I'm tired of having the same conversation with you about respect Aliana, you have to grow up, you have to, you're 28 years old, and still behave like you're in high school still."
"I just need you to forgive me, Rat." She says softly while looking at me. I see tears streaming down her face and start deflate but quickly control myself. I reach back and slap her, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.
"Fuck." Aliana winces while grabbing her face.
I then pull her into a hug. "Now I really forgive you." I whisper to her.
She nods against my chest and sniffles. "Thanks."
"Go clean your face up." I tell her as I reach for another wing.
After Ali washed her face and cleaned herself up she came back to the living room, where I had an ice pack waiting for her. "Put this on your face, you swell easily."
"Thanks." She nods.
"Where are you living?" I ask her.
"I bouncing around between Mathias and Marley." She tells me.
"I thought you were moving in with Marley?" I question while lifting my shirt and reaching for the cocoa butter to rub on my stomach.
"You're so big now." Ali whispers while staring at my stomach with a smile. "Do you have a due date?"
"Of course." I laugh. "He's due February 16th." I tell her.
"Cool," Aliana smiles. "Marley's boyfriend moved in."
"Why don't you move in with Mathias permanently, he has a two bedroom apartment?" I ask her as I massage the cocoa butter in and smile as Sebastian moves around.
"I don't know, I'm looking for something more permanent, more personal. I lived alone in Lima, and liked it so I'm going to look for some own place." Aliana tells me.
"Where are you working?" I then ask her.
"Ummm, still looking right now, I have a good amount of money in my savings and checking account." Aliana tells me.
"Mathias told us they offered you your job back." I state.
"They did, but I don't want it back. I should have never been fired in the first place." Aliana snaps.
I nod and set the cocoa butter back on the table and continue rubbing my stomach. "Well, I have a job for you."
Aliana looks up at me. "What?"
Brittany POV
Midnight
"One more drink B?" Allison, one of the science teachers, slurs out.
I laugh and shake my head. "I need to get home to my wife." I tell them. "It was great being out tonight."
"I'm surprised Santana let you out." John, a math teacher, teases.
"Let me?" I laugh. "She practically forced me out the door tonight. I stay home because I just love being around her. I can truly say I married my best friend." I smile. "We just have fun together, we like a lot of the same things, and introduce one another to a lot of new things too."
"So does she cook at home like she caters?" Allison asks.
"Yes!" I nod quickly. "She loves to cook, so she cooks whenever she absolutely can."
"Amazing." John smiles. "It's like pulling teeth to get my wife to cook."
I laugh. "I'm definitely lucky to have her in my life, she takes care of me and I take care of her."
"How is the pregnancy going?" Kyle, a gym teacher, asks while sliding a beer in front of me.
Before I answer I pull out my phone and send Santana a text to check on her, I texted her a few hours ago and she responded back right away. When she didn't respond back this time, I assumed she was sleep, so knew I could have one more beer and then I needed to leave.
"She's doing so good, super huge, but he's perfectly healthy." I beam. "No crazy sickness, or mood swings, aside from her cereal meltdowns."
"Cereal meltdowns?" Allison asks while raising her eyebrow.
"She'll just suddenly freak out about cereal." I laugh. "Ummm, we had a Trix freakout because the kids wouldn't share their cereal with him in a commercial, we had a Count Chocula freakout because we couldn't find the boxes around Thanksgiving, that was in the grocery store." I laugh. "And the most epic one was last week over a bowl of Rice Krispies."
I walk in the penthouse after a long day at work, where I had to break up two fights, and a food fight in the cafeteria. All I want to do is take a long hot shower to get the spaghetti smell off of me, and cuddle with Santana in bed while I tell Bash some jokes and unwind. I had a bouquet of flowers and a package of Reese's cup for San and began to walk through the penthouse.
"Sanny!"
"I'm in the kitchen." I hear her cry.
I drop everything and run to the kitchen, freaking out because something must have been wrong if Chef and Brownie didn't come to the door. Last time she got really sick with the flu, Chef stayed by her side and wouldn't greet me at the door, so I assume it's something bad. I get to the kitchen and see Santana standing at the counter hovering over a bowl of cereal, tears streaming down her face, while she shakes with sobs. Chef and Brownie are sitting close to her, Chef actually standing on his hind legs, with his front paws on her thigh.
"What's wrong, baby?" I ask her while rushing behind her and holding her tightly. "Is it Bash?" I ask while snaking her hands around her waist and resting them on her stomach.
"There's no pop." She shakes her head as she starts to sob harder.
"What?" I ask her. "What's wrong, baby?" I ask again while resting my forehead on the back of her neck and rubbing her stomach, hoping to calm her down.
"There's supposed to be a snap, a crackle, and a pop." She sniffles. "There's no pop. I want my damn pop."
I sit my chin on her shoulder and look over her at the cereal she is staring at. "Are you talking about the cereal?" I ask her.
She nods. "Remember the super old Rice Krispie commercial we found on Youtube the other day?" I nod.
"Yeah." I answer quietly while starting to rub her sides.
Santana turns in my arms to face me and sings the commercial as tears stream down her face, and I try so hard not to laugh at her because she looks so damn cute right now, her cheeks are all flushed, and she is singing her hardest.
Snap, what a happy sound
Snap is the happiest sound I found
You may clap, rap, tap, slap, but Snap makes the world go round
Snap, crackle, pop – Rice Krispies!
I say it's Crackle, the crispy sound
You gotta have Crackle or the clock's not wound
Geese cackle, feathers tickle, belts buckle, beets pickle, but Crackle makes the world go round/
Snap, crackle, pop – Rice Krispies!
I insist that Pop's the sound
The best is missed unless Pop's around
You can't stop hoppin' when the cereal's poppin'
Pop makes the world go round/ Snap, crackle, pop – Rice Krispies!
"Pop is at the end because it's the most important sound, and my cereal isn't popping." She sniffles again. "And it's not popping. It goes snap, crackle, and pop."
"Awwww." I smile while stifling my laughter. "Let me see." I reach around her and grab the bowl and pull it closer to me. I lean down and put my ear to the bowl. "It's popping." I tell her.
"Really?" She asks while wiping her eyes.
"I promise you." I nod in confirmation before eating a spoonful and hopping on the counter. I pick up the bowl and open my legs, so Santana can walk between them. She leans on my thighs while I wipe her eyes and lean down to kiss her softly on the lips. I eat another spoonful before holding up a spoonful to Santana's mouth.
"How did you keep a straight face?" Kyle laughs.
"I did end up laughing so loudly after we finished the cereal. Sanny laughed too, that's why I love her so much, she laughs at herself all the time."
"You two are cute together." Allison agrees.
"Okay, it was so much fun hanging out with you all." I smile while reaching in my purse to grab some cash for my drinks and dinner.
"It's on us, soon to be momma." Allison smiles. "Go home to your wife."
"Thanks everyone." I beam as I go around the table and hug the 8 people there. "See you all on Monday." I add while grabbing my coat and heading outside to catch a cab.
I pull up to the penthouse, after calling Santana a few more times, and deciding she must be really sleep since she didn't. I open the front door quietly and smile when Chef and Brownie come running over.
"Hey guys, where's Sanny?" I ask them as I close the door and lock it. I walk further in the living room and see the coffee table is full of different take out cartons, I frown and glance around when I see two glasses on the table. "Quinn must have come over." I shrug as I start to clean up everything. Once I put everything away and wipe down the counters and the table, I take Chef and Brownie to the roof to use the bathroom for the night, and make my way to the bedroom.
I walk in and freeze when i see another body in bed with Santana, their hand on her stomach rubbing slowly.
"Aliana, what the fuck are you doing here?" I snap quickly.
Aliana jumps up. "Hey B-Brittany, ummm, I stopped by to drop off a baby shower gift, and Rat was eating all this hot sauce on everything and got sick, I think she has heartburn or acid reflux or something, but I didn't want to leave her alone."
"Why didn't you call me? It's my job to take care of her, not yours." I snap. "Get your hand off of her stomach, now." I add while sitting on the bed and rubbing Santana's arm. "Sanny."
Aliana jumps out of the bed quickly. "I did call you, like 10 times, you didn't answer any of my calls, and I texted you as well." She pulls her phone out of her pocket and shows me the call log.
"Dammit." I sigh. "I blocked your number." I tell her. "I'm sorry."
"Honeybee?" Santana asks while opening her eyes.
"Hey sweetheart." I smile before kissing her. "Had a hot sauce party, huh?" I tease. "Ali can you warm up a cup of milk, and add a tablespoon of honey to it, please?"
"I had some hot wings, and some pizza." Santana nods.
I go to the bathroom and get a cold wet towel and lay it on her forehead as Aliana brings me the cup of milk. "Thanks." I reply while still staring at Santana. "Sit up baby, this worked last time."
Santana sat up slowly and drank the cup of milk before lying back down.
"I should go." Aliana states before heading towards the door. "Bye Rat."
"Wait." I tell Aliana. "I want to talk to you."
"Brit.." Santana says softly.
"I'll be nice." I assure her after Aliana leaves a room. "Let's get you changed." I smile while sliding her pants off of her.
"Did you have fun?" Santana rasps.
"I did, I talked about you 80 percent of the time." I smile while grabbing a tank top and handing it to her to put on while I greet Bash and kiss on Santana's stomach. I kiss up to her lips. "I'll be in soon for cuddles, get some rest.'
I walk to the living room and see Aliana sitting nervously on the couch, her purse in her lap.
"Thanks for staying with Santana." I tell her as I sit on the edge of the table. "Look, we've had our differences, and I honestly I really don't know if I even like you right now." I say honestly. "I know Santana forgives you, but I'm not there yet, you tried to embarrass me, after I gave a speech about how thankful I was to be in your family, and I praised your family for embracing me, and you used that as an opportunity to try to tear me down."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say, but I'm sorry." Aliana tells me.
"Sorry is just a word, a word that we've heard before from you before." I tell her while shaking my head. "I need to see action if you want to be in Sebastian's life, family or not, I won't have fuckin negativity around my son, and if you keep spewing negativity out, you will not be around him, ever. I know Santana wants you to run Aunty Snixx while she takes a maternity leave, but she won't turn it over to you without me fully agreeing, and right now I can't agree to that. You need to prove to me that you can do this, you have a little over a month to do that." I tell her. "Not with throwing the word sorry around, but with showing maturity, and responsibleness." I look right in her eyes. "even if you do get the luxury of running it, I will be on your ass constantly, I won't let you mess up Santana's catering name or her business. Disrespect me in my house again, and you'll get hit with more than my checkbook next time."
"I will Brittany." Aliana tells me."I would never do anything to mess up her career, you can 100 percent believe me on that." She rushes out. "Santanita is lucky to have you, and we are lucky to have you in our family, as well."
I nod but don't reply. "It's late, and it's snowing, so you can stay in the guest room tonight, but no you can't move back in." I tell her before reaching over and patting her on the back. "Thanks again for staying and taking care of her."
"Thank you." Aliana smiles.
I walk back to the bedroom and see Santana standing in the doorway. "Thank you." She smiles.
"One step at a time." I tell her as I close the door behind us and hug her tightly. "Let's go to bed."
The next week, Saturday 7am
"Where are we going?" Santana asks me as I help her in the truck.
"On a little trip." I smile as I close her door and lift our luggage in the cargo area. I get in the driver seat and pull out of the parking garage into traffic.
We drive for 2 hours, Santana drifting in and out of sleep the entire time we are on the freeway, her head facing me, her hand securely on Bash.
"Chipotle!" Santana screeches as we drive past a sign.
"Aren't you asleep?" I laugh while glancing at her.
"Can we stop?" She asks me. "I want a burrito."
"Sure." I tell her while checking the time and switching lanes so I can take the exit ramp.
"How far are we from wherever we are going?" Santana asks me as I help her out of the truck and linked our hands together right away.
"About an hour and half." I tell her while we walk in the restaurant.
We are the only people in the restaurant, because who eats Chipotle at 9am? We walk right up to the counter and I swear I see drool coming from Santana's mouth. I stand behind her and rest my hands on her shoulders, massaging them slowly.
"I want a naked burrito." She tells the man before he can even ask her what she wants, causing me to laugh. "White rice, black beans, a small scoop of pinto beans, chicken on one side, steak on the other, queso, guac, the hottest salsa you have, lettuce, sour cream, and extra cheese." She rattles off. "Can I come make it myself? I like it positioned a certain way."
"No, I'm sorry, you can't come behind the counter." The teenage boy states. "Just tell me exactly how you want it."
"I want to make it myself." Santana says sternly. "It's okay if I come back there because I'm a chef." She then turns to face me. "Do you have one of my business cards?"
"No, baby I don't." I tell her while shaking my head.
"Why not?" I frown at her.
"Sanny." I whisper in her ear.
She groans loudly. "Fine, ok, follow exactly what I say closely, so you don't mess it up." She tells him.
"We also don't have queso." The boy adds.
"What?!" Santana almost yells.
"That's fine." I tell him quickly while wrapping my arm around Santana's neck and kissing her there gently.
"I need queso, Brit." She tells me frantically.
"Qdoba has queso, not Chipotle." I remind her.
"Well, let's go there instead. I need queso." She says while turning to walk away.
"Santana, baby, please. Let's just eat here and get Qdoba tomorrow on the way back home." I compromise with her.
"Fine." She sighs. "Ok, this is how I need it done." She tells the teenager.
After a eventful stop in Chipotle, in which Santana ordered two burritos to go, we got back on the road to continue our little journey. Santana fell asleep trying to eat one of her burritos, after I grabbed it out of her mouth, which caused her to bite down and start chewing in her sleep, I took a bite myself and nodded in approval before wrapping it up for her and setting it in the center console. I then continue to sing to the radio, resting my hand on Santana's thigh the remainder of the drive.
"We're here." I tell Santana as I pull into a small bed and breakfast.
Santana opens her eyes and instantly smiles at me. "Hey." She mumbles through a yawn and looks so adorable while she stretches and sits up. "Where are we?" She smiles.
"We are Pop's Bed and Breakfast" I tell her. "I brought you here this weekend because we are the going to be adding to our family in a few weeks, and this may be the last weekend we have to do something together, just us two alone. You are catering next weekend, I have some more book readings coming up, and we have your baby shower, then boom...Bash." I say excitedly. "This is also a thankful for helping out at the book reading last weekend, with all the treats you made for the kids, the goodie bags, and just being you."
"I love you, Brit, I support everything you do, you don't have to thank me for helping you with your book reading." Santana smiles.
"Well, I'll be thanking you all day and night." I wink at her while leaning forward and kissing her. "Ready for the best 2 days of your life?"
Santana nods quickly. "Yep."
I get us checked in and make sure that all the surprises I requested are set up and ready to go. We are led to a small little cabin 4th from the lobby, we walk in and I smile when I see the flowers, sparkling grape juice, and cheese tray set out for us. I look at Santana, and smile when I see her eyes sparkling at the set up. The cabin has a living room with a couch and a fireplace, there's a bedroom upstairs with a balcony and scenic view, and a small kitchen.
Once I unpack for us, while Santana eats her burrito happily in the living room, I make a call to set up our evening, and our morning tomorrow before we leave. I have a chef coming to cook us dinner right here in the cabin tonight, then we are going to relax and just talk. Tomorrow I have a masseuse coming right away in the morning to give us deep tissue massages, facials, and we are getting manicures and pedicures too, since Santana has only been successfully painting her big toe lately. We don't have to leave the cabin until we leave to head back to New York.
"That dinner was soooooo good." Santana smiles while I light the fireplace in the bedroom of the cabin. Santana is laying in bed rubbing her stomach, when I turn to glance at her.
I turn on the stereo and plug in my iPod and start a song. "Too full to dance with me?" I ask her.
"Never." Santana says quickly while sitting up and reaching her hands out so I pull her up. I pull her into a hug and plant soft kisses down her neck.
"Remember we danced to this at our wedding?" I ask her as Musiq starts to sing.
"Absolutely." Santana nods. "I think I remember the order of all the songs that night." She blushes.
Now what we came here to do
It means more to me than just a night
That we share
So make sure that you're prepared
Baby and know that love is not just something to do
It's the moment that transcends
Our physical into a more spiritual level of understanding
I rock us side to side while holding her tightly. "That night I looked in your eyes and knew you were perfect." I tell her. "So perfect."
And who knows
Somehow this night
Just might lead us into a place
Where our emotions can grow if we let them go
Cause who knows
What may happen
If we act on our attractions
And loose ourselves
Inside a world made for us
And no one else
Hey girl just let me love you
"We both were afraid of love, just in different ways; but together we helped each other get past that." I tell her as tears spring to my eyes. "We are bringing a life into the world." I add while resting my hands on her stomach. "There's no greater way to show our love to one another than by creating a baby, an extension of both of us."
Now ain't no need to be afraid
Cause I'll be as gentle as it takes
To provide you with the right amount of
Pleasure and pain and I'll
Make sure that you feel alright
Even if it takes me all night
Cause the joy is all mine
When I know your satisfied
So lets keep giving all we got
"I will never ever desert you Bash," I tell him. "I'll be the best mom I possibly can, and I'll keep being the best wife I can to you."
"I know." Santana nods while wiping my tears.
I rest my head on her shoulder as we start to dance again.
Listen, now I can see it in your eyes (yeah)
(I can handle whatever's on your mind)
That you want to baby just as bad as I do
(and girl I wanna give it to you)
Now if you can just set aside your fears
And just try to deal with what's going on with us right now
I get so overwhelmed by the moment, that I start to cry harder, Santana walks us back to the bed and sits down. I kneel on the floor and rest my head on her stomach and just hold her and Bash tightly while she hums along to the music and strokes my hair.
"I love you, Mrs. Brittany Pierce." She whispers to me. "So much, I love all of you, down to every strand of your hair."
I nod against her stomach and lift her shirt so I can kiss Bash over and over. I start to kiss up her body while rolling her shirt up. I lean her back and connect our lips while I hover over her. I lay down next to her and kiss her deeply before spooning her and holding her tightly.
"I love you, too." I respond before kissing her behind the ear as she lifts my hand and kisses my wedding ring. "I'm counting down the days until you're here Bash." I add as we let the music relax us further.
3 songs later I start to undress Santana while kissing the back of her neck. I slide my hands down her breast and cup her core from behind, slowly slipping my fingers in and starting a slow rhythm as I kiss her shoulders and nibble on her ears.
"Beeeeeee." She moans out slowly as she grabs my wrist and picks up the rhythm herself, I see her clutch the sheets with her other hand as she starts to whimper and rock into my hand. I slide my other hand under her body and grab her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers. I feel Santana clench around my fingers, and a wave of juice stream down my arm as she screams loudly and starts to pant. She turns her head to kiss me while I keep pumping into her to give her another orgasm, she comes again and bites down on my bottom lip as she starts to shake in pleasure. I jam my tongue in her mouth and moan at the feeling I always get when I can take Santana to those heights. She turns over to face me and slips her hand in my yoga pants and gets to work as I hide my face in her neck and moan while attacking her neck.
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