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Thursday, January 30

I'm standing at the window, looking out at the snow falling while Brittany cooks dinner for us. Since we've been back home from our amazing and relaxing trip, Brittany has been waiting on me hand and foot in anticipation of the arrival of our baby boy. She's been cooking dinner every night when she gets home from work, she rubs my feet, which are swollen now, so she bought me a bigger pair of Uggs so I'm warm and comfy when I leave the house, and she does all, yes all, the household chores, refusing to let me lift a finger. I tried to vacuum last night, and she freaked out, saying she didn't want me to inhale the dust, thus causing Sebastian to be born with asthma. I quickly called Quinn, and put the phone on speaker so I could prove to her that I'm not the dramatic one in the relationship. Quinn laughed but didn't believe me and reminded me of my cotton ball meltdown last week, before hanging up.

"Why doesn't the ice cream truck run in the winter?" I look over and ask Brittany as she brings platters of food to the dining table. "A bomb pop would be awesome right now, or a fudgesicle." I smile at her. "No! Wait...a screwball." I lick my lips while I picture the ice cream trucks that used to drive through the neighborhoods of Lima, where Ali, Quinn, and I would ask my dad for a dollar and chase the ice cream truck down waving our dollars high in the air and screaming for him to stop. "Or a chaco taco!" I screech, startling Brittany as she walks by. I notice her jump a little and smile. "Sorry, Brit."

She sets down a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses before walking over and kissing me on the cheek. "We can go for ice cream tonight, if you want." She tells me. "I'm sure the store sells everything you just listed, well aside from the chaco taco, or I can make you a special dessert." She winks.

"Seriously?" I ask with a huge smile.

"Of course." She shrugs as she walks back in the kitchen and brings out a bowl of salad.

"Then sex right?" I add.

Being hungry and horny are basically the only two moods I have right now. If I'm not one, I'm the other. Brittany always obliges with sex, luckily she's always in the mood as well. I wake her up with sex in the morning, we sext while she's at school, I basically rip her clothes off as soon as she walks through the door after work daily. We had an appointment with Dr. Pillsbury, and she said my sex craving is normal, and it's just my hormones most likely adjusting to prepare for Sebastian's arrival. Brittany doesn't want me pleasuring myself, unless I absolutely need to while she's at work, so whenever I get super horny and just can't take it, we have mind blowing sex.

"Sex?" Brittany asks. "No, I'm too tired. I just slaved over a hot stove for you." She replies before sitting down. "Come eat dinner before it gets cold." She adds while patting the seat next to her.

I stare at her as my heart drops, Brittany has never turned down sex before. "Brit..." I whisper as tears fill my eyes and I start to wring my wrist. "But...we always have sex..."

"Shit." Brittany states while jumping up. "I was joking, cupcake." She tells me while pulling me into a hug and rubbing my back. "I've never said no to sex, why would I start now?"

"I don't know." I tell her while wiping my nose on her shirt.

"Are you wiping your snot on me?" Brittany laughs as I sniffle. "You're lucky you're cute. I know you're hungry if you're crying right now, we can have sex, you know that."

"Sorry, I am hungry." I nod as Brittany peppers kisses to my forehead and cups my face while wiping my tears away with her thumbs. "Do you want to have sex now?" She asks. "I'll be really dramatic and swing my arm across the table and clear all the stuff off, like they do in the movies. It'll be really cool, I'll even do it in slow motion."

"No, you worked hard in the kitchen, and it smells good." I tell her. "We can have boring normal people sex in the bedroom, since I'm huge as whale right now and need to lay in bed."

"Our sex is never boring." Brittany tells me. "But, I would love to have dinner with you first, before I put you to sleep." Brittany winks as she leads me to the chair and pulls it out for me.

"Thanks Brit." I tell her as I pull her down after she pushes in my chair and kiss her deeply.

Brittany smiles and lights the candles on the table before she sits down next to me. "I tried another one of your recipes, I hope I made it right." She says nervously while fixing my plate for me. "I tried to make the sauce from scratch like you do."

"It smells amazing." I tell her with a big smile. "I wish you could just run Aunty Snixx for me."

"I do too." Brittany nods. "But, I can't."

I pick up my fork and swirl my pasta around it before stuffing it in my mouth. "So good, bee." I nod before kissing her on the cheek. "Did you use the pasta machine?"

"Yea." She blushes, like always when she cooks for me.

"You did good, Brit." I beam. "I didn't even have to help you this time." I smile at her as I eat another forkful.

"I think I made the sauce wrong." She then states.

"It's perfect, Brit, seriously." I assure her as I cut into the chicken and smile proudly when juice streams out of it. I've been working with Brittany on making the perfect chicken breast, nice and moist, and it shows that she paid attention to all of our lessons. "Just next time when you make the sauce, cook the tomatoes a little longer so they get a little mushier, and blend in with the rest of the sauce." I scoop up one of the tomatoes and press it with my finger. "It's done, baby, so don't think it's not, just with this dish the tomatoes can cook down a little more into the sauce, they don't have to stand out."

"Ok," she nods while wiping some sauce from her mouth. "I used fresh tomatoes, does that matter? I didn't use the stewed ones you use."

I take another bite and chew slowly. "That's what's different." I lick my lips and swallow. "If you use the fresh tomatoes you can to let it simmer a little longer." I tell her. "But the seasoning is perfect, and I'm super proud of your chicken." I add.

"Ok." She replies while looking at her plate and twirling her pasta around.

I glance at her to see her eyes. "Hey, look at me." I say while setting my fork down and gently turning her head by her chin to face me; I wait for her to lift her eyes to me before I start talking again. "Brit, you did great on the dinner, you know I wouldn't lie to you about that. I'm just giving you some tips, honeybee, I'm not criticizing."

"I know, it's not that. I'm super proud of the dish. I even took some pictures." She smiles before pressing our lips together. "I just, I'm not a good enough cook to run Aunty Snixx for you, and I don't have the time; but Ali is, but I just..." She shakes her head.

"Talk to me." I tell her as I eat a forkful of salad.

"Do you trust Aliana with the money and your secret recipes?" Brittany asks. "I know she doesn't steal, that's not what I mean." She clears up when I make a face. "I just, you've worked your ass off the past 5 years with Aunty Snixx, you've put your sweat, your blood, and your tears into your company. I would hate for one mistake on Ali's part to ruin everything we built, everything you built."

I nod. "I understand what you're saying, honeybee." I grab her hand and squeeze it so she looks at me. "I trust Ali with Aunty Snixx, I really do, Ali is a bitch, we both know, hell the world knows, but one thing I do know about Aliana, is when she's being sincere, and that she would never intentionally hurt me, or try to destroy something I take so seriously and love so much."

"She tried to hurt me." Brittany replies.

"Not intentionally." I tell Brittany. "She was speaking from a place of hurt, not to make excuses for her, you know I'm not doing that. Ali is complicated but I understand her, because before I met you, I was her...defensive, lashing out, uncertain of life almost; I get her baby, and I know you don't sometimes, and I know you don't understand our relationship, not many people do." I laugh softly. "Honestly, I don't understand our relationship sometimes, but I know that Ali just needs to find something to focus on and occupy her time to get her out of this rut she's in, she's beating herself up about starting a relationship with the intern, it wasn't professional, and she suffered a huge career blow, even though she's innocent." I look in her eyes and sigh. "if you're not completely comfortable with her running the catering company than we just won't take any gigs or orders until I come off leave. I want whatever you're comfortable with, you own part of the company, you have money tied in to Aunty Snixx, and I don't want you feeling like you are taking a huge risk."

"I take risks." Brittany smiles. "I risked being maced, or pepper sprayed, or even mugged by approaching you in the park, and it paid off." She winks before kissing me gently.

I instantly blush, the way only Brittany can make me, and look in her eyes again, while I wait for her to speak.

"She's the best person to take over for you." Brittany shrugs. "If you're comfortable with her doing it, then I am too."

"Thank you." I smile before kissing Brittany softly. "Thank you baby, I'll be in the kitchen with her as much as I can."

"I know." Brittany nods.

"Now, can I finish my amazing dinner that my wife cooked for me, and maybe she'll let me help her with the dishes afterwards before we go get ice cream." I smile.

"You aren't doing the dishes, you can sit your sexy pregnant self on the couch, and relax while I clean up the kitchen, and then we can go to the grocery store, so I can buy the perfect ingredients to make you a special ice cream sundae." Brittany laughs.

"Do I get two cherries?" I ask as I start to eat again.

"You can have three." Brittany winks.

"You spoil me Mrs. Pierce." I laugh.

"I know." Brittany nods as she eats a piece of chicken, she then places her hand on my stomach. "You'll be spoiled too." She tells my stomach.


Friday 3am

I wake up and run to the bathroom, okay so I waddle quickly to the bathroom, as fast as I can and sigh in relief when I make it just in time. Sebastian now uses my bladder as a trampoline and I pee constantly, it's been so bad this week that I had Brittany buy me a pack of adult diapers and seriously considered wearing one while Ali and I did a little shopping for Sebastian a few days ago. Aliana has been a god send lately, she comes over during the day to help me out with orders, and drives me around to deliver orders, she helps out with grocery shopping for Aunty Snixx, and just for our house. I offer to pay her daily, but she always refuses and only accepts money if she actually does cooking, and only once a week.

After I pee, for what seems like an eternity, I finally wipe, flush, and wash my hands. I lift my shirt and stare at my stomach in mirror with a big smile for a few minutes before kissing my fingers and pressing it to my stomach and leaving the bathroom. "Can you stop flipping so I can sleep now?" I ask teasingly as I slip back in bed and snuggle close to Brittany, who wakes up slightly, opening one eye, and staring at me.

"What's wrong?" She rasps softly as I wrap my arm across her waist, pressing my stomach in her side.

"Nothing, I just went to the bathroom." I reply.

"Vomit?" She asks as she forces her eye back open and stares cautiously at me.

I shake my head. "Pee."

Brittany's eyes close as she nods and she mumbles something close to an okay and falls back asleep instantly. I kiss her on the cheek and rest my head in the crook of her neck and held her tightly. I slid my hand under her shirt, so I can feel the skin on her side and moved my thumb slowly. I open my eyes and stare at her as I slowly slide my hand over to her stomach, I accidentally shift her shirt and my eyes widen as a smile crosses my face when her breast pops out of her tanktop.

"Jackpot." I whisper as I slide down so I'm level with her breasts and soft grab her breast under her shirt with my hand and roll her nipple through my fingers. I hear Brittany moan slightly and smile brightly as I place a soft kiss to the exposed skin. My plan is to kiss her breast a little and then go to sleep, but I can't help myself and take her nipple in my mouth and begin to suck and tease her it with my teeth gently, as my hand palms her other breast and begins to massage it.

"Sanny." Brittany whispers as her hand starts to stroke my hair.

"Can we..." I start to ask.

"Yes." Brittany cuts me off quickly. "Come back up to me." She adds and I lift my head and finally look at her. I lock eyes with her and see they are a deep shade of blue, she's horny and ready.

I get excited and slide back up so I'm level with her, before I can even move forward to kiss her, Brittany captures my lips and kisses me deeply. I feel her hand slide in my boy shorts and slowly enter me. I follow Brittany's lead and do the same to her, and match her rhythm as we keep our lips pressed logether and end up moaning into each other's mouths as we each reach our peak.

Once we both climax, I open my eyes and smile at Brittany. "Sorry, I woke you up."

"Waking up to your mouth on my breast isn't so bad." She shrugs.

"Do you think monkeys wake each other up with sex?" I ask her.

"What?" Brittany laughs softly while rubbing my back.

"I was watching the Discovery channel, and I didn't see the monkeys mate at all, or the lions, or the antelopes." I reply. "Don't they get horny?"

"I don't know, baby." Brittany whispers as she falls back asleep.

I smile and kiss her on the lips before snuggling back as close as possible and falling asleep when she wraps her around across my stomach.


10am

I'm lying on the couch, horny and bored when I hear the door open, Brownie jumps off the couch and runs to the door when she hears Ali's voice.

"Rat?"

"On the couch." I reply.

"Feeling okay?" She asks as she leans down and kisses me on the cheek. "Hey Bash." She adds while tapping my stomach.

"Yeah, just bored. The electrician just left from installing the video monitor in Sebastian's room." I tell her.

"Where are the other monitors?" She asks as she takes her coat off.

"Boots off too." I tell her. "Brittany was a little upset with the snow we tracked in yesterday afternoon, she didn't say anything, but I could tell."

"Sorry." Aliana nods and quickly takes her boots off and runs them back to the door. I watch her run down to the laundry room and come back with some old towels we use for cleaning and dry the floor, well attempt to dry the floor, Chef and Brownie keep biting the towel, thinking it's a game. Once Ali takes the towels back and I hear her toss them in the wash, she goes to the kitchen and grabs them a treat, she then grabs a treat for Lord T, and tosses it by the fireplace, his favorite spot during the winter. Chef's greedy ass fruns over and licks the treat.

"Chef!" I clap twice, he jumps away and focuses on his own treat as he runs to the corner to eat it. "We have a screen in our room, one down in the kitchen, and 3 portable ones that we can walk around the house with."

"Sweet." Aliana smiles. "So you wanted me to come over?"

I nod and sit up. "I wanted to talk to you about something." I tell her as I get up and walk over to the mantle and grab a manilla folder. I yawn and walk back over to her sitting it in her lap before taking my spot back on the couch. "Open it."

Aliana opens the envelope and pull out a packet of papers. "What is this?"

"A contract." I tell her. "Brittany and I talked last night, and we want you to run Aunty Snixx while I take a three month leave. This spells out what's required of you, a pay rate, and some other guidelines we have." I explain. "I trust you Ali, you're the best person to run Aunty Snixx for me."

"All I have to do is sign?" She asks me.

I nod. "Yeah, once Brit and I sign, it'll be official. Brittany will add you to the insurance for the company, in case anything happens while you are on a job or in the kitchen downstairs, get you a company credit card for shopping and minor expenses, that she monitors closely, even for my spending."

"Thanks, Santanita." Aliana exclaims. "I promise not to let you down, I promise, I promise, I promise."

"I know." I nod as she picks up a pen and signs quickly, she then hands me the pen and the paper. I grab them and set them back down. "I'm not signing yet." I shake my head.

"But..."

"We are giving you a test run." I tell her. "Brittany booked a children's party for me this weekend, and you're going to cook for it." I explain to her. "Brittany met them at her book reading a few weeks ago, and they want her to read the story at the party, she convinced them to let me cater."

"When is the party?" Ali asks.

"Next week Saturday." I tell her. "After the party, Brit and I will talk and decide if we want to sign the contract, you'll get paid regardless of how you do."

"Ok, so what am I cooking?" She asks.

"That's up to you." I smile. "I will give you a tip and help you plan, for children's parties, less is more." I tell her. "You don't need to do a big 4 course meal, they won't eat it, and you'll end up wasting food, finger foods and snacks are key." Ali nods and I can tell she is processing everything. "Grab your iPad." I wait for her to grab her iPad from her purse before I continue. She sits down next to me on the couch and listens closely as I talk. "The first thing you want to do is a consultation, which Brit and I will still go to, but we want you to come if you take over for a while, is get a feel for the kid; find out what they like and dislike, favorite colors, favorite animals, interests, all of that good stuff. Brittany did all that work for us, so we just need to plan." I grab my ipad and email her the notes from Brittany's meeting, and watch her read over them quickly.

"So, their grandpa owns a bar, family owned, they love going to play bartender with them when it's closed, and they love potatoes." Ali states. "I have the perfect idea!"

"Let's hear it." I tell her matching her enthusiasm.


8pm

After the meeting with Aliana, which went great by the way, she helped me do some more stuff in Sebastian's room. We've been washing all his clothes and putting them away, we organized his closet, set all his little shoes out, and I did a shitload of online shopping for him. Mathias called Aliana and told her he needed her help. Mathias is getting super popular with his graphic design company, so Ali has been helping him out. I assured her I would be okay, so she left and told me she'll be back in the morning for my baby shower, where she was doing all the cooking.

I sent Brittany a number of sexts, and smiled when she replied with some SnapChat pictures, I got so worked up that I drove to the school, making it just in time for her free period, where we ended up having sex in the cargo area of the truck, thank God for tinted windows, at a small park down the street from the school. I promised Brittany I would help her with her grading this weekend, since I took her away from it during her free period. I stopped by the store on the way home and picked up a few things before coming home and falling asleep on the couch, only waking up when Brittany, came home horny, and woke me with up with a long passionate kiss.

Brittany made breakfast for dinner, pancakes, sausage, and eggs, which we devoured, and moved to relax on the couch. Brittany is sitting on the length of the couch, and I'm lying between her legs, resting on her chest. Brittany fell asleep probably an hour ago, I could tell because her arms were now loosely around my stomach, not tightly like before. I turn so I'm a little more comfortable, and lying on my side, before exhaling softly and closing my own eyes. I feel Sebastian move and rub my stomach slowly.

"What's up baby boy?" I whisper quietly so I don't wake Brittany. "2 more weeks and you're here!" I say excitedly. "We have your room all ready and some cool clothes for you. Your abuela and your gramma sent you some awesome clothes, and you abuelo bought you a fishing pole last week and sent it to us." I laugh when I remember Brittany's face when she opened the box and saw my dad sent him a fishing rod with Sebastian engraved on it. She seemed more excited than Sebastian could ever be about it.

I grab the remote and start to flip through channels settling on a documentary of child birth. I snuggle deeper in Brittany's embrace, smiling when she tightens her grip on me and watch a woman in labor. I feel her pain and my own vagina starts to ache as I watch in horror as she screams in pain, while cursing out her husband. I keep shifting and moving so Brittany slides from under me and spoons me from behind, all in her sleep. She rests her hand on my stomach, and buries her face in the back of my neck, tangling our legs together while exhaling deeply.

"Oh my fuckin God." I whisper as tears spring to my eyes. "I can't do this, Sebastian is going to tear me to pieces."

I wipe my eyes and wiggle back into Brittany more, eventually smashing her into the back of the couch.

"Sanny, I can't breathe." Brittany mumbles as she moves and shifts behind me.

I turn and hide my face in her chest. "I can't have Sebastian."

"What?" She asks while rubbing my side. "Why are you watching this?" She then asks and I hear the TV click off. "Santana…"

I open my eyes and look at her. "The lady was pushing a damn watermelon out, why was her baby so big?"

"I don't know." Brittany shakes her head as I look at her.

"Was your head big as a baby?" I ask her. "Lio's head was pretty big when we were little; hell his head is big now." I sigh.

Brittany smiles, "I think I had a normal size head."

"Was it like a coconut?" I ask. "Or a cantaloupe?"

Brittany raises an eyebrow at me. "Ummm, coconut?"

"You don't sound so sure." I sigh.

Brittany smiles before pressing our lips together and humming softly against them. "I was waiting for you to start freaking out about giving birth; I was hoping it wouldn't wait until you were on the delivery table."

"Can we go to store so I can look at some coconuts?" I ask her seriously.

"Of course." Brittany nods as she kisses me briefly again and jumps over me off the couch. She extends her hands and pulls me so she can hug me. She then pops me on the butt and winks. "I love you."

"I love you too." I nod in confirmation before kissing her.

"I'll grab your coat so we can head to store and find a coconut the size of a baby's head." She laughs.

We drive over to our favorite grocery store, and I wait patiently in the truck until Brittany runs around and helps me out. After closing the door, she leans on the truck and begins to kiss me.

"Don't get me all riled up, unless you want to go at it in the cargo area of the truck." I tease when the kiss breaks. "Same some sweet lady kisses for tonight." I wink.

"I would never run out of them." She states matter of factly before grabbing my hand, as we walk to the store.

I walk right to the produce section and to the coconuts and start to examine them. "I'm getting some Cheetos for Bash and me." She says happily before she skips through the store.

I smile at her and focus my attention back on the pile of coconuts in front of me. I pick up a few and examine them closely, I then hold them to my stomach, and try to measure the size in my reflection on the window.

"Sebastian, help mami out and move a little." I tell him while rubbing my stomach. "Move your head a little, so I can feel heavy it is."

"How many months?" A woman pushing a stroller asks me as she grabs a coconut and smiles.

"8 months." I smile. "And two weeks." I add.

"Is it your first?" The woman asks while moving her stroller back and forth slightly.

"Yeah," I reply while peeking in and feeling my heart melt at the tiny baby girl, swaddled in pink. "So cute, how old is she?"

"She's 3 months." The woman replies. "She's our first too. She can't sleep without being moved, so here I am at a grocery store passing time." She smiles at her daughter.

"Hey Sanny, I got you some Doritos." Brittany smiles as she walks over holding the bag high above her head proudly, her bag of Cheetos securely under her arm.

"Thank you, baby." I reply. "Look how adorable she is."

"Marissa." The woman states. "This is little Miss Marissa."

"She's adorable." Brittany gushes. "Well, this is Mr. Sebastian." She states proudly while resting her hand on my stomach.

"Cute." The woman smiles. "I'm Jessie McNeil." She extends her to me, which I quickly shake.

"I'm Santana Pierce, and this is my wife, Brittany Pierce." I introduce us both, my eyes still glued on Marissa, who started to stir and whimper softly, while Brittany shook her hand.

Jessie reaches in and rubs her chest a little, settling her back down. "Can I hold her to see how big her head is compared to my stomach?" I ask suddenly.

"Santana."

"Brit, this is why we came, to measure baby heads to my stomach." I tell her when I see her stare at me in disbelief. "I need to know how big Sebastian's head is."

"Ummm." Jessie frowns.

"I promise we'll be gentle, and quick. My wife can cradle her head, and I'll take my coat off and just do a quick measure." I smile at her. "Hold my coat, baby." I tell Brittany as I start to unzip my jacket.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Brittany tells me.

"Why?" I ask her while finally looking up when I get my coat unzipped and start to shake my arms to get it off.

"Because we scared off Jessie and Marissa," Brittany laughs while pointing to the woman as she hurriedly left the store.

"Dammit." I sigh shrug my coat back on. "So back to the coconuts," I then state.

Brittany sets the bags of Cheetos and Doritos down, and picks up a coconut and holds it to the side of my stomach. I watch intently as she scrunches up her nose and shakes her head and picks up a smaller one, and repeats her action.

"This is it." She says 5 coconuts later.

"Are you sure?" I ask her while staring at the fruit in her hand.

Brittany nods. "This one makes the most sense, see." She holds it up to my stomach again so I can look once more.

"I guess so." I finally agree after Brittany has me hold the coconut to my stomach and she takes a picture so I can see. I then take the coconut and put it between my legs. "This is going to hurt like hell, bee." I say softly.

"Well, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you need to." She tells me. "I won't leave your side."

"Thanks." I nod. "You can't let my hand go at all, especially if I'm pushing this through my uterus." I sigh.

"I won't. I promise." Brittany repeats before kissing me on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally quickly on the lips.

"Do we need anything else?" I ask her as I put the coconut back on the pile.

"You have to buy that." A teenage worker tells me sharply.

"What?" I ask while turning around.

"I saw where you put the coconut, and you have to buy it now." She repeats.

"I'm not buying it, I don't want it." I shrug and zip my coat up.

"You can't put fruit on your body parts and then put it back for someone else to buy."

"It didn't touch my skin." I snap.

"We'll buy it." Brittany states. "Which one was it Sanny?"

"I don't know, and we aren't buying it." I tell her while mixing up the coconuts in the pile and glaring at the worker.

"San." Brittany sighs as her eyes scan the pile to try to figure out which one I picked up.

"Fuck it, bee, we don't need a coconut at home." I tell her while crossing my arms and staring back at the worker.

"We'll just buy the whole bin, and we can donate them." Brittany tells the worker. "Sorry about that."

"Can you afford all of them?" The worker asks.

"My wife can buy all the coconuts, all the cantaloupes, and all the watermelons." I snap.

"We'll just take the coconuts, not the other melons." Brittany says politely. "We can take them to a shelter?"

"What shelter wants a bunch of fuckin coconuts Brit?" I ask her, as Brittany goes and gets a cart and starts to pile them in.

"I'm sure you'll think of some use for them." Brittany tells me with a smile. "That's why you're my Chef Sanny." She adds sweetly.

I roll my eyes and text Ali to think of a use for around 30 coconuts before grabbing an apple, biting it while staring at the worker and following Brittany to the check out.

"You have to pay for the apple too!" I hear the worker call after me, but I ignore him and grab Brittany's hand.


Saturday 11am

"Here it is." Brittany states while leading me over to an electric breast pump.

"Will it hurt?" I ask her while staring at it wearily.

"I don't know." Brittany frowns. "This is the one Dr. Pillsbury recommends." She adds while letting my hand go and grabbing the box off of the shelf. "She says it's the best one, and it pumps the fastest, so maybe it won't be as painful.

"Ok." I nod and yawn as I rest my head on Brittan's.

"Are you sure you don't want a wheelchair?" Brittany asks me.

Brit and I have been out and about since 7am, we went to breakfast, since she banned cereal from the house after she found me sobbing, boxes of Cap'n Crunch surrounding me as I wrote a letter to The Feminist Majority Foundation on how sexist General Mills was since the Captain was a man in all the flavors of the cereal, and not one a woman, and decided to do some shopping for Sebastian. We were kicked out of the penthouse by Quinn and Ali this morning, so they could get started on our baby shower. Ali is doing all the cooking, and Q put herself in charge of the decorations. Mercedes is in charge of games, and Rachel handled the guest list.

Brittany told Rachel to put on the invite that all guest must bring a gift to give to the women's shelter we looked up on Google, that's right here in New York, I created a separate registry for the shelter, after we talked to them to find out what they needed the most. I checked the registry this morning, and was pleased to see that almost everything we checked for them has been purchased. We decided that whatever didn't get picked, we would buy ourselves, and we are going to deliver the items, along with some food to the shelter tomorrow, when Aunty Snixx goes to serve Sunday breakfast.

"Maybe, a wheelchair in an hour or so," I tell her. "I'm fine right now."

"Ok." Brittany smiles while kissing me on the cheek. "So let's get this one." She states while setting it in the cart we have in Macy's.

Once Brittany is pushing the cart again, I link my arm through hers and walk through the baby department picking out different things for Sebastian as we go. By the time we left the store we had manage to rack up a $900 bill, one I proudly used my personal account to pay for after a playful argument with Brittany at the register when I was able to get my card out before she got hers out.

Brittany ran the bags to the truck, while I waited in the food court, and treated my taste buds to a peanut butter cinnamon roll and a raspberry milkshake. After Brittany basically arm wrestled a bite from me, since I absolutely didn't want to share, not even with her, because it was so damn good, we walked through the mall, stopping in small shops, automatically gravitating towards the baby department, and always finding something to buy for him.

2 hours later I was falling asleep while Brittany drove through the city to continue passing time, after we bought more than we needed to Sebastian, and a few items for Ashley and Joseph as well, until the baby shower started when I felt Brittany squeeze my hand. "We're home." She whispers while kissing me on the temple.

I open my eyes and see we are in the parking garage and stretch. "Is it time for the party?"

"Yeah." Brittany smiles. "Quinn and Mercedes already unloaded the truck."

"Did Ali make mini apple pies?" I ask while setting up. "She's the reason I didn't get any on Thanksgiving, I forgave her for everything but that."

"I'll make sure you get your pie." Brittany nods before kissing me on the forehead as I yawn and stretch. "You're really tired today, feeling okay?"

"I'm okay." I assure her with a smile.

Brittany jumps out of the truck happily and runs to my side, opening the door, and helping me out of the truck before grabbing my hand as we walk to the elevator to head to the penthouse. After a steamy make out session that lasted the entire elevator ride, Brittany opens the door, and my eyes widen at the 40 or so people that came to celebrate with us as they all screamed out Bash when we walked in.

"Oh my God." I mouth as I look around the penthouse all the jungle themed party and tears came to my damn eyes. Aliana walks over and hugs me tightly.

"I got carried away with food...sorry." She blushes. "I just wanted to make sure it was special for both you and Brittany."

"Thanks." Brittany replies with a huge smile while opening her arms and hugging Ali, who tenses initially, but relaxes when she realizes Brittany wasn't going to hit her. "This is so cool." She gushes as we walk around and look at the all the party favors, the spread of food that Aliana made, Mercedes has a playlist of our favorite songs playing, while Quinn and Rachel walk around and mingle with the guests.

"Mija." My mom smiles while running over and hugging me tightly.

"Stop hogging her, Marisol." Brittany's mom teases as she comes running behind her and wraps her arms around me as well.

"I'm here too." Brittany laughs while casually brushing their hands off of my stomach, a simple act that still makes me melt.

Our moms turn and hug her tightly while playfully chastising her. "What are you two doing here?" I ask them when the settle back down and begin to stare at my stomach again with a goofy grins.

"Aliana sent us tickets." Brittany's mom states. "Marisol help me with the gifts."

Once they both walk away, chattering quickly, and I swear one of them mentions a horse of some sort. Brittany digs in her purse and pulls out her checkbook. "How much do we owe you for the tickets?" She asks Ali.

Aliana frowns. "Nothing, I didn't do it to get paid back. I did it because I figure the grandmothers should be here. Consider it an extra gift." She smiles before walking away.

"Queens of the Pierce Family Jungle." Quinn smiles while placing tiaras on Brit and I, jungled themed of course with the word mom on them, and leading us over to two awesome royal looking chairs.

"Let's get this party started." Mercedes smiles. "I'll grab plates for you two."


Midnight

After the party ended, I took a much needed nap before Brittany and I opened the electronic breast pump. Since I had a mini stare down with it, Brittany agreed to try it out for me, to prove to me that it wouldn't hurt. She stripped down completely naked, with the promise of us having sex when she was done, and attached it to herself, while I stood a few feet away and watched her. Things were going great until she screamed loudly and I turned and ran out of the room while holding my own breasts and promising them I wouldn't put them through such torture.

My initial reaction was to call 911 when Brittany kept screaming, but I instead hid on the couch with Chef, and Brownie, who thought it was a game and began to lick my bare stomach while jumping on the couch with me. I instead called Rachel first, who began to freak out slightly herself, I think she was a little tipsy, so I hung up on her, and called Dr. Pillsbury, who told us to check the power level we had it on, I ran back to Brittany, whose poor breast was red now, and turned the machine off and began to rub it for her, while Dr. Pillsbury, who was now on speaker phone, explained to us that since Brittany didn't have any milk in her breasts the machine was just sucking her skin, and with us having it on maximum suction, it just made it worse. She assured me that it wouldn't be painful for me, since I was producing milk.

I felt so bad for Brittany than I massaged her breast for almost an hour, hoping that it would help. Once Brittany felt a little better, we began filling out our thank you cards for the baby shower, Quinn made sure to pick some up for us right away; and thanks to my obsessive personality, we filled them out, personalized them, included one of each of our business cards in them, and set the stack by the door, so Brittany could put them in the mail in the morning.

We then packed a bag for the hospital. We had our Lamaze class about a week ago, an 8 hour class on a Sunday, which would have been torture, but everything with Brittany is fun. She affectionately and adorably introduced herself as the non pregnant Mrs Pierce, and wore a fake belly bump, so she could emphasize with me halfway through the class. We made sure to pay close attention to everything, and I even took some notes before passing out Aunty Snixx business cards, and Brittany gave everyone in the class a copy of one of her books. I let them know which book stores can her other books, and also hinted I may or may not have some new copies, autographed by Brit, in the truck, so there was a bit of a mad dash to our truck afterwards. Every time we leave the house is an opportunity to network.

After packing a bag, which included a soft pair of fleece pajamas, my Aunty Snixx house slippers, my baby on board tshirt, a picture of Brit and I holding my bare stomach, from the photoshoot we did, my Beats by Dre pill mini boombox, Brittany had a special playlist for me, a coloring book since Brittany and I color sometimes, it's actually very therapeutic, pretzels, Cheetos for Brit to snack on, my birth ball, a long gown that opens in the back, a few pillows, some clothes for Brit, since she's not leaving me for any reason, some cocoa butter, and a few other miscellaneous items.

Brittany patiently watched as I packed and triple checked the bag before dragging it through the penthouse trying to determine the perfect spot to keep it, so if Sebastian decided to come during the middle of the night, it would be easily accessible for her to grab. After an hour or me deliberating, Brittany suggested that we set it on the chaise at the end of the bed, so when she wakes up, she can just grab it right away. She's such a genius. We then look a nice long warm bath together before crawling in bed to watch a little TV, while Brittany rubbed cocoa butter on my stomach and sang nursery rhymes to my stomach, before she fell asleep across my lap. I let her sleep for a little while before turning the TV off, and having her lie next to me so I could cuddle with her.

"Brit?" I whisper when I hear the bathroom door close.

"Why are you still awake?" Brittany asks while slipping in bed behind me and rubbing my side.

"I was just thinking about the baby shower." I tell her as I carefully turn over to face her. "Quinn and Rachel said Ali planned the whole party, basically."

"Really?" Brittany asks while kissing up my arm before starting to massage it.

"Yeah, I think event planning is in her future." I tell Brittany with a smile.

"What about anesthesiology?" Brittany asks, "doesn't she want to keep practicing?"

"I don't know." I shrug. "If not, this is something I can see her doing, I've never seen Ali has happy as when she's helping me put together an event, or menu, or in the kitchen."

"Maybe this is her calling, or maybe she just needs a break from her career, a little time to recharge." Brittany replies while running her fingers through my hair.

"Wasn't the party awesome?" I grin.

"Very awesome." Brittany agrees through a yawn. "The best part was the baby craved out of cantaloupe and watermelon."

"Nope, it had to be the fruit monkeys climbing the pineapple tree." I laugh.

Aliana planned a great baby shower, she had everyone decorate bibs and onesies with paint, and she had all these stencils, she made so much food, everything was jungle themed, and stuff that Brit and I both loved, she cleaned up afterwards, and helped Brittany move everything to Sebastian's nursery, and then went with Brittany and me to drop off all the donations people brought to a shelter. I was just so proud of her the entire day.

"I love you." I tell her breaking her silence. Her eyes pop open and my favorite blue focuses on me as a smile crosses her face.

"I love you more." She beams before kissing me slowly and slipping her tongue in while cupping my face with one of her hands. "So much." She adds when the kiss breaks before kissing me chastely again.

"Can we practice?" I ask her.

"Practice?" She asks while raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." I nod.

Brittany furrows her eyebrows. "Oh you want to have sex?" She laughs. "That's a new way to phrase it."

"No, well yeah, of course, I always do." I laugh. "I mean can we practice for when Sebastian comes, like timing contractions, grabbing the bag stuff like that."

"You aren't due until the 16th." Brittany reminds me. "That's two weeks away."

"I know." I shrug as she sits up on her elbow and rests her hand on mine between us on the bed. "But that's just an expected date." I say with air quotes. "Like when the UPS man says they are coming between two and six, but then they sometimes show up at one thirty or at six thirty." I ramble. Brittany just stares at me, so I keep talking. "Ok, or when you buy milk and it has an expiration date, so you try to drink all the milk before the date."

Brittany starts laughing before kissing him. "I'm going to miss your random and crazy pregnancy logic for everything." She smiles. "We can practice as many times as you want." She tells me. "Do you want to practice now?"

"It has to be random and unexpected." I tell her. "Thank you for agreeing to practice."

"You're welcome, anything to keep you calm." She replies. "Just keep in the mind the story of of the boy that cried wolf when you start doing practice drills."

"Ok." I reply.

"Why don't we try to get some sleep, so we can take our moms to brunch tomorrow, and then call our dad in Lima, and check on him."

"I love when you say our dad." I blush.

"I love being able to say it too." Brittany whispers as I snuggle into her body and let out a contented sigh. "Should I tell Bash a story?"

"I think he would like that." I nod as Brittany starts her usual Saturday night routine of telling Sebastian about her week at school, including a very detailed description of the baby shower party that her coworkers surprised her with during lunch. Instead of buying us gifts, they each donated $50 worth of food to shelter we visit for Christmas every year, and they bought baby items for a women's shelter that we both visit and volunteer. They know Brittany so well that they knew the best gift to give her is the gift of charity. Brittany came home in tears she was so happy and overwhelmed, while she described all the cool stuff they bought for the less fortunate. She said it was the best gift ever, and I wasn't offended since seeing Brittany happy is the best gift ever to me.

I come out of my thoughts and focus back on Brittany's story as she starts to describe the baby shower to him from today. I stare at her and smile, before kissing her hairline, since her eyes were looking at my stomach.


February 8, 6pm

Over the past week my sex drive has amplified if that's possible, it got so bad I started making Brittany's sandwich for lunch with inappropriate shapes. I made her a turkey sandwich the yesterday in the shape of boobs and used grapes for the nipples. Brittany called me on lunch crying laughing while praising me for how much she loved it. Since my sex drive skyrocketed, so did Brittany's and we basically had sex all night every night for the past week, life is great.

Aliana worked the kid's party for us yesterday and did such a good job that Brittany signed the contract right away to hire her to run Aunty Snixx for us for a few months. As we were leaving the party we were approached by a man basically begging me to cook for his anniversary party the next day, which is today.

Brittany initially told him no, seeing how pregnant I was, but after I convinced Brittany that I would let Ali do most of the cooking, and that I would just sort of supervise, she agreed. We had a consultation with the the couple and explained to them that I was very, very much pregnant so my cousin would do most of the cooking, but I would be in the kitchen still, they agreed and handed me a check for $6000 right away to pay for the meal and the food. I had Brittany cut Ali a check for $2000, and we spent all of last night planning a 4 course meal.

I'm at the counter, slicing tomatoes when Brittany sets a bottle of water down in front of me and coaxes me to sit down on a stool she pushed behind me. "You need to stay off your feet."

"I'm okay, Brit." I snap as I take a seat. "Stop fussing over me."

"I just want to be sure." Brittany snaps back while starting to slice the fresh mozzarella log I bought to make the caprese garlic bread.

"Can you take over the garlic bread for me?" I ask Brittany as I chug the bottle of water and stand up.

I hear Brittany sigh and slide the cutting board and tray in front of her. I turn around and grab her hand and lead her out of the kitchen.

"Quickie?" Mercedes teases as we walk past where she is washing lettuce.

I stick my tongue out at her and smile as I lead Brittany to a the bathroom.

"I'm sorry." I state while fixing her Aunty Snixx button up shirt and adjusting the collar for her, Brittany sniffles and just looks down. "I'm sorry, bee." I repeat as I lift her chin and kiss her tears away.

Brit and I got a late start to our morning since I was a little nauseous when I woke up, so I stayed in bed until I started to feel a little better, which wasn't until almost noon. I think it was just a fluke, but Brittany completely freaked out and wanted me to stay home and let Ali run the dinner. I kept telling her I was okay, which turned into an argument, this time leaving us both in tears and getting dressed silently, while avoiding each other.

Brittany being the amazing person she is, did all the normal stuff for me that she usually does, even though she was upset with me, and we ended up riding in silence to the venue. We've been doing prep work for almost an hour, with minimal to no talking aside from our interaction just now, but I could feel her watchful eye on me every time I lifted something, or even just moved something.

"Can our fight be over?" I plead softly.

"I'm just worried about you, and want to make sure you're okay." Brittany mumbles as she finally rests her hands on my waist, touching me affectionately for probably the first time all day. My body instantly melted into her and moved closer. "You're so pregnant and you being sick this morning, and not wanting to take time off just isn't okay with me. I was scared."

"It was just a little nausea." I tell her.

"You're stressed." Brittany shakes her head. "You shouldn't be working today, you didn't get enough sleep because you obsessed over the menu all night, and now you're cooking for a four course meal, and refusing to sit down and rest. This is why we hired Ali."

I sigh because I know Brittany is right. "I know." I tell her as Brittany finally slides her hands up my back and hugs me tightly pulling me as close as I can get.

I rest my head on Brittany's chest as she rubs my lower back and kisses me on the forehead. We stand in the bathroom together, reconnecting through each other's touch when I start to pee on my damn self from all the water Brittany has pumped in to combat my nausea.

"Fuck." I moan.

"What?" Brittany asks while leaning back slightly to look in my eyes.

"Do we have extra pants in the truck?" I ask her as I move out of her arms to head towards the toilet. "I just pissed myself."

"What?" Brittany frowns.

"It's all the damn water I drank today." I tell her.

"Ok, stay right here." She nods. "I'll grab some out of the truck."

I start to take my pants off when I hear and feel a small pop before a small gush of water streams out of me. "Uhhhhh, Brit." I whisper as I look up and lock eyes with her as she turns around to face me.

Brittany's eyes widen when she looks at my now wet pants and then back up to my face. "Your water just broke, didn't it?"

I nod slowly as tears spring to my eyes. I take a step forward when a little more leaks out as I shake my head and freeze, standing completely still.

"Don't move." Brittany says with a big smile while running over to me. "Are there are contractions yet?"

"No." I shake my head nervously. "I, um, I don't feel any." I clarify while swallowing thickly. "I would know if I had one, right?"

"Totally." Brittany smiles. "We're having a baby." She then laughs like a maniac before crashing our lips together and kissing me with everything she has. "Bash is coming!" She then screams loudly as she jumps up and clicks her hells and runs out of the bathroom quickly.

I stand and laugh at her, still scared to move as a little more liquid trickles down my legs.

"Shit, I forgot you, you're the baby oven." Brittany laughs while rushing back in the bathroom with her phone in her hand clearing recording me.

"Stop it, Brit." I blush.

"Bash, look how excited we are to meet you, your mom peed on herself." She laughs.

"Brit!" I blush ever harder as Brittany turns the camera to herself and winks exaggeratedly at it. "See you soon." She then adds while waving before turning the camera to me. I smile, wink, and blow the camera a kiss.

"See you soon baby boy." I confirm as Quinn, Mercedes, and Ali came running in the bathroom.

Quinn, who just hasn't learned her lesson yet, runs straight towards me, her hands clearly out to touch my stomach. Brittany instantly frowns and grabs her by the back of her collar and pulls her back harshly. "Don't you dare touch her."

Mercedes falls over laughing. "Damn girl, did you get whiplash?"

I laugh as Ali sneaks by Brittany and hugs me. "So happy for you, Rat."

"Thanks Bubbles, this is on you now, Brit and I have to leave." I smile.

"Clearly." Ali teases.

"Yes, clearly." I roll my eyes playfully as my first contraction rips through my body.

I close my eyes tightly and grunt, I hear Brittany practically throw everyone else to the ground to get to me, and I feel her hands on my waist. "Ok?" She whispers in my ear.

I nod and open my eyes. "Yeah, let's get to the hospital."

"Ok." Brittany checks the time. "6:43pm."

"You two, back to the kitchen." Brittany tells Quinn and Mercedes. "Cedes, take charge until Ali comes back, Ali, babe help get Sanny to the truck."

Once we were in the truck, Brittany calls Dr. Pillsbury and let her know my water broke, and I had my first contraction. I sit nervously while rubbing my stomach, occasionally glancing at Brittany, who has her hand on my thigh rubbing slowly.

"Are you ready to be a mom?" She asks me.

"I'm ready for anything with you by my side." I tell her with a big smile. "We're are so ready for you Sebastian." I add softly.


Bash is on the way!