A/N: This is the end, guys! Thank you so much for the reviews, the follows and the favorites. I don't know about a sequel, I've never done one before. Never say never, right? There are some sexy times in this one to please those that have been asking. Lastly, I don't have any other ideas for another g!p Quinntana, but if any of you do, send me a pm and I'll see if anything catches my attention. I do have my other Quinntana to finish, so for the time being, I'll be concentrating on that. Until the next one!
SANTANA'S BABY
EPILOGUE
4 years later…
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"Mommy you're back!" Sebastian shouted the moment Quinn stepped into their home.
He ran up to meet his mother and jumped up just as Quinn dropped her bags and picked him up. She twirled him around several times and Sebastian laughed with glee. His hazel eyes shone with happiness at her attention. She held him close, letting his familiar scent and warm body calm her raw nerves. She hated being away from her family.
"Did you have a good week?"
"Yes, mommy but I missed you lots."
"I missed you like crazy, little man. I'm glad I'm back home with you. Were you good for mami?"
Sebastian nodded and Quinn put him down after kissing him. "I was good for mami. We went to the pool."
"That's wonderful, honey. Did you also practice your dancing? You have class with Aunty Britt tomorrow."
"Yes, mommy."
"That's good, baby boy. Where is mami?"
"In the kitchen trying to feed Isa."
Quinn smiled. Isabel was two years old and they could already tell she was going to be a handful. She also had Quinn's hazel eyes, but her coloring was all Santana. She had beautiful tan skin and dark, curly hair that they kept long. She was already showing signs of being very girly and they knew they'd have their hands full with her when she grew older. While Sebastian had turned out to be a dream child, Isabel was most definitely in her terrible two's. He loved his books and having someone read them to him, he was intelligent, kind and very well behaved.
Isabel, on the other hand, had quite the temper, was irritable when she didn't get her way, and was as mischievous as any two year old could be. Quinn loved her to pieces, though. While Sebastian was close to both of his mothers, Isabel was mommy's girl through and through. She had Quinn wrapped so tightly around her little finger it wasn't even funny.
"Let's go see Isa and mami," she told her son and gave him a piggy back ride to the enormous kitchen.
The moment they walked in, Isabel turned their way and gave her a toothy smile. Her face was full of some reddish substance and her hair was standing up in spikes that sported the same color. Santana looked over at her and smiled tiredly. She was also covered in the same stuff. Quinn shook her head when she saw the spaghetti strings adorning the table, her wife and Isabel.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Isabel shouted and lifted her arms towards her, wiggling her little fingers as if that would bring Quinn closer to her faster.
After letting Sebastian down, Quinn picked up a paper towel and wet it before walking over to her little tornado. "What happened to you, angel?"
"Mami," Isabel simply said while pointing at Santana.
Quinn chuckled while cleaning her up. "Mami did this to you, eh?"
"Yes," Isabel told her and smiled again.
"I see, smarty pants, and who got all of that food on mami then?"
"Mami," she insisted.
Santana rolled her eyes as Quinn winked at her. Once Quinn cleaned her up as best as she could, she picked her up and kissed her. Isabel immediately cuddled against her chest.
"Well, that suit is going to the cleaners, babe," Santana commented as she got up and started cleaning herself up. It always amazed her that Quinn didn't care about her clothing, no matter how nice it was, when it came to her kids. She was always at the ready to pick them up and cuddle them.
"Yeah. Long week, sweetheart?" she asked her wife as she moved closer to kiss her.
"You have no idea, darling."
"I'm sorry I had to be gone for the entire week. The plan was to have a couple of meetings to go over the contract for the movie, but it all sort of blew out of control. My meetings ran longer than I anticipated but the good news is that everything did get signed."
"Congratulations, baby! And it's okay, love. I understand. This is so wonderful and I'm so proud of you!"
Both had been ecstatic when they had received the news that a big movie producer wanted the rights to turn one of her books into a movie. If the movie went well, they would continue the series. Quinn was adamant that the movie was true to the book, so the contract negotiations went longer when they offered her the chance to write the script herself and to be present for some of the filming. She'd also get to have a say in who played the main characters.
"I'll tell you all about it later, baby, but why don't you head up and take a bath? I'll take care of the kids until you're done."
"Are you sure? You must be tired as well."
"I'm fine. Go on."
Santana dropped a grateful kiss on her lips and left the kitchen.
She headed upstairs, filled the hot tub with water, added some of her favorite scented bath crystals, and lowered her tired body in. She sighed in pleasure as the jets made contact with her worn-out muscles. Now that Quinn was home, she could afford this little luxury for a good half hour.
Ever since she had been appointed as a partner she had been sleep deprived. No matter how often Quinn reminded her that they had a housekeeper to help them out, Santana wanted to take care of their kids the moment she walked in the door. Sometimes that meant going to bed very late because she had papers to go over and she refused to do that while the kids were awake. She got up early as well and made sure they had a good breakfast before she went off to work.
It wasn't that she didn't trust the housekeeper with them. She was quite impressed with how well she ran the household, but she wanted to take care of her babies whenever she could. It was beginning to take its toll on her, though. She had been a partner for about a year now and her workload hadn't eased at all.
Quinn was a huge help since she was still writing from home, so when Santana got there, the kids had already had their dinner and their baths. Her books were still big sellers and she kept coming up with more ideas as time went by. She'd even written a couple of children's books that Kurt had collaborated in as the illustrator. They had been a huge hit. Money wise, they lacked for nothing so Santana was beginning to resent the time her workload was taking away from her family.
Santana sighed again as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. No one knew this, but she was also considering quitting her job. She knew her future with the firm was paved in gold. She was highly respected by her peers and co-workers and she knew she was a damn good lawyer. Her kids, however, and the love she felt for them, overrode all of that.
She wanted to be with them at all times until they went off to school. She wanted to take care of their every need. Once the kids were both in school, she could go back to work and retake her career if she chose to do so at that time. She had already missed a lot of their firsts because of her job while Quinn had been able to enjoy them fully. Quinn was an amazing mother and she made sure to film every new thing the kids did. Santana got silly pictures of the three of them throughout her workday and that only made her miss home even more. Not only that, but she wanted the time to dedicate to writing music. Just because she had chosen a different path didn't mean she had forgotten her love for music and singing.
For her last birthday, Quinn had given her a beautiful Jose Ramirez guitar that she had ordered from their store in Madrid and she had been itching to really have a go at making music with it. There was just never enough time.
She kept her eyes closed and cleared out her mind so she could truly relax. Just as she was beginning to dose off, Quinn walked into the bathroom.
"Is it normal to envy all those bubbles surrounding your luscious body?" she asked as she sat on the edge of the big tub while taking off her suit jacket and looking down at her.
Santana smiled as she opened her eyes. Quinn handed her a glass of wine and she took it from her hand. Instead of drinking it, she put it on the side of the tub. "If it was later and the kids were asleep, I'd ask you to join me."
"Or I could go and put them in time out for a couple of hours!"
"Quinn Fabray-Lopez, you will do no such thing. You can wait until tonight."
"Is that a promise?"
"Most definitely. Now, tell me about your week."
"The final contract ended up being for an obscene amount of money, so it was good, I'd say. I think it's time we take that trip to Disney World like we've been talking about before I get too busy."
"I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job with the movie and I think we should definitely take the kids to see Mickey and company."
"I'll look into it." Quinn looked away for a moment and it didn't go unnoticed by Santana.
"What's the matter, baby girl?"
Quinn sighed. "I didn't mention it before in front of the kids, but I also have a small book tour coming up in a couple of months."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Close to two weeks, but I intend to take you and the kids along with me. I can't see myself being that far from the three of you for that long. This week almost killed me."
"Four."
"Four? Who's the fourth?" Quinn frowned. "Honey, I don't want to bring the housekeeper!"
"No, not her."
"I'm confused."
"And I'm pregnant!"
Quinn just stared at her for a full five seconds before she reacted. Not caring about her expensive clothes or heels, she bent over her wife and hugged her for dear life. Santana laughed at her reaction and pulled her all the way in. Quinn stumbled into the warm water with a gasp.
Their laughter and shouts reached the outside of their room and a moment later, Sebastian ran into the bathroom followed closely by Isabel. When they saw their parents in the water, they came right to the side and tried to climb in. Sebastian, being bigger, had no problem but Isa was having a little trouble. She looked pleadingly at her mommy, who melted, and pulled her in as well.
Santana looked at all of them, fully clothed and dripping wet and burst out laughing again. Right then she decided to have a talk with Quinn that night. She was sure she would not only understand, but fully support her decision.
"Guess what, kids?" Quinn said as she gathered them both in her lap.
"What mommy?" Sebastian asked.
"Mami is having a baby!"
"Baby?" Isabel asked with a small frown. "No, mommy, I baby," she informed them as she pointed at herself.
"Well, yes you are, but you're going to be big soon and you will be able to help mami take care of the new baby," Quinn explained after she and Santana had shared an amused glance.
Isabel, thank heaven, seemed satisfied with that. "'Kay."
Sebastian moved so he could sit in Santana's lap. "I can help, too, mami."
Santana placed a tender kiss on his forehead. "Of course you can, sweetheart. You're mami's big boy. And Isa will be mami's big girl."
"Do you have any idea what we're having, love? How far along are you?"
"Almost three months. I've been so busy with work that I just took the tiredness for that. I haven't experience any morning sickness this time, thank God. We'll find out the sex of the baby in the next visit."
"Great. We'll all go so the kids can listen to the heartbeat."
"Sounds like a plan. Now, why don't we get you all out of those wet clothes so we can go watch a movie and cuddle in bed?"
A merry shout of agreement from their kids was all they needed as answer.
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Later that night, after the movie had been watched, the popcorn had been eaten and the kids had fallen asleep and tucked in their beds, Santana finally told Quinn what had been on her mind for a while.
Quinn seemed surprised at first, since she'd had no clue she had been feeling that way. Then she seemed hurt that she had waited so long to come to her. Finally, she just held her in her arms and let her talk all she wanted.
When she was done, she took a deep breath and waited. She knew Quinn was a little upset, but she also knew she would look past that and support her.
"I wish you had said something before. Why didn't you?"
"You've been so busy with the kids and your writing, love, and I didn't want you to worry about my issues."
"Listen to me, Santana Fabray-Lopez, I need to know and I want to know when you are upset or going through things. This is a marriage, a partnership, and we should share important things like that."
"You're absolutely right and it was wrong of me not to mention it earlier."
"It's okay. If you want to quit the firm, stay at home with Sebastian and Isa and write music, I have no problem with that. I'd actually love it because no one takes care of our babies better than you. You're a fine mother, Santana, and I'm damn proud of you."
"Thank you, Quinn. Hearing you say that means a lot. You and the kids are everything to me."
"Can I be the first to hear the songs you write?"
"You really want to?"
"Of course! I'm sure they're going to be huge hits and Rachel and Mercedes will both want them for their upcoming albums!"
"I want to start by going over some things I have in my notebook and finally give that amazing guitar you got me some love. I'm really excited about this, baby."
"I am, too!"
Santana looked at her for a moment before getting up. "I'll be right back, love."
Before Quinn could say anything, Santana disappeared into their walk-in closet. Quinn didn't have to wait long and when her wife finally came out, her jaw dropped.
"Fuck me," she whimpered when she saw what she was wearing.
"Oh, I intend to, darling," Santana husked as she reached their bed dressed in a sheer black nighty that left little to the imagination. Quinn could see and appreciate every curve, from her full breast to her still flat tummy to her sex covered in a tiny bit of fabric and some strings, to tan legs that seemed to go on forever.
"You look so beautiful, love," she murmured as she stood up and came closer to her. She trailed a finger over the exposed skin of her shoulder before bending to place a kiss on the same spot.
"Thank you. It's all for you, baby." She sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled Quinn to her by the strings of her pajama pants.
Quinn looked down at her as she settled between Santana's parted legs and rested her hands on her shoulders. Santana looked up at her before lowering her pants just low enough on her hips to give her a glimpse of Little Q nestled comfortably inside of her light green boyshorts.
"Now this looks delicious," she murmured before moving closer and licking Quinn's length over the fabric.
Quinn's knees buckled at the contact of Santana's warm tongue and breath against her sensitive member. She could feel herself hardening instantly as Santana continued to tease her with broad licks of her tongue and tiny nibbles along her length, all the while keeping Little Q covered.
"San," she managed brokenly as her fingers clutched at Santana's raven hair.
"I know, baby. Be patient."
Quinn just whined and then sucked in a sharp breath when Santana freed her tip and covered it with her luscious mouth.
"Oh, fuck… babe."
Santana was too busy running her tongue over and around the silky skin of Quinn's member to really answer her. She loved taking control of Quinn like that. It was always so arousing to see the blonde tremble when she took her into her mouth, fully submitting to her.
She let go of the head with a wet pop and then pushed her pants and boyshorts down until Quinn was naked from the waist down. The blonde then took off her tank and it went flying somewhere behind her. Santana pointed at the mattress.
"Lay down." The blonde obeyed and settled in the middle of the bed. Santana took off only her bikini panties and straddled her waist. "First I want to ride your face, and then I want to ride Little Q," she informed her as she rubbed her clit back and forth against Quinn's hardness.
"Fuck, yes, baby. Ride me."
She grabbed Santana's waist and pulled her closer to her waiting mouth. Once Santana had settled one knee on each side of her face and grabbed on to the headboard, Quinn licked a broad stripe up her center before pulling her swollen clit into her mouth when she was done.
"Oh, Jesus," Santana moaned as she lowered one of her hands and tangled it in Quinn's blonde hair, holding her close as she rocked her hips back and forth against her mouth. "You're so fucking good at that," she praised.
Quinn's pupils were blown as she looked up at Santana and she was painfully aroused, her member twitching and begging for attention. She moved one of her hands down and grabbed herself, squeezing before moving her hand up and down her length.
"If you come before I want you to, Quinn Fabray-Lopez, I'm not going to be happy," Santana warned as she pulled Quinn's hand away from her waist.
Quinn groaned but decided to cup Santana's ass instead, pulling her even closer to her mouth and concentrated on devouring her until the Latina was gasping her name, pulling incessantly at her hair and finally crying out her name on a long moan when her orgasm washed over her.
Not wanting her wife to lose her high, she quickly helped her move down until she was poised over her. She entered her in one swift move, making her moan again as she leaned forward and placed her hands by Quinn's head.
"I love you," she whispered against the blonde's lips as she started rolling her hips against hers.
"Y yo te adoro," Quinn whispered back before capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
She tried to go slow, but Santana had other ideas. She wasn't in the mood for slow. She wanted to possess every bit of Quinn and wanted to give herself to her wife in return.
"Fuck me faster and harder, baby," she begged as she bit the side of her neck, making sure to leave a mark.
"As you wish," Quinn said as she turned them over, knelt between Santana's legs and then grabbed onto the back of her knees, lifting them and pushing so much deeper into her in their new position.
"Fuck yes," Santana panted as she felt herself stretching to accommodate Quinn.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, baby," Quinn panted back, her hips rocking at a rapid pace.
"Yes, fuck me good, Q!"
"Fuck," Quinn cried out when Santana tightened all of her muscles, trapping Little Q in a warm embrace.
Their loving was fast and hard, both crying out when they reached their peaks at almost the same time. Their bodies were covered in sweat and while tired, Quinn still wanted more. She pulled out of the blonde and looked down at Santana's center, watching their fluids mixing and she growled hungrily before moving down and licking her clean.
Santana cried out again, not having expected her wife to keep going, but she couldn't help her arousal from spiking again when Quinn went at her hungrily once more. She found it damn sexy and arousing when Quinn ate her right after fucking her and filling her with her essence.
"Holy fuck," she cried out as she arched off the bed as another orgasm ripped through her. "Quinn!"
Quinn finally relented once she had brought Santana down with small, tender swipes of her tongue. She moved up her body and they shared a small, intimate kiss before she turned on her side and pulled Santana with her.
"That was fantastic," she murmured sleepily as she cuddled into her body.
"Damn, baby, if going away for a week does that to you, I might send you away more often," Santana joked as she nestled more fully into her arms.
"It's been a while since we went at it like that, hasn't it?"
"A little, yes, but it's nice to see we still have it. I love it when we fuck each other senseless!"
Quinn chuckled at her candid words. "We need to start making more time for ourselves then. Our parents can babysit every now and then so we can have a little more alone time."
"I like that idea. Maybe they can each take the kids one weekend a month so we can be by ourselves."
"I'll call mom and daddy tomorrow," Quinn told her eagerly.
"I'll do the same with mine. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, because I adore our kids, but I also like having time with just you."
"Agreed. Can we take a small nap?"
Santana smirked. "I take it you're still not satisfied?"
"I just went a whole week without you, love, of course I'm nowhere near satisfied!"
"You just gave me three really amazing orgasms!"
"Mm, I know you could go for three more before the night is out!"
"Oh, God, baby!" Santana exclaimed as she pushed Quinn on her back again. "Screw sleeping, Q. I suddenly want Little Q to explode inside of my mouth," she told her as she moved down and proceeded to make it happen.
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Six months later, right after Santana gave birth to Maximilian, her first song hit the airwaves as the first single of Mercedes's new album. It was an instant hit and it gave Santana a huge boost of confidence. She had quit her job at the firm, but to her surprise, all of her friends had retained her services and she continued to work from home.
Unexpectedly, even to herself, Santana had settled into her role of stay-at-home mami well. The kids were flourishing even more under her constant attention and she still found time to write her songs. It worked out perfectly.
Quinn couldn't be more proud. Santana, Sebastian, Isa and Max were her life and she couldn't be happier to have such a beautiful family. Every dream they'd ever had had come true. They all had come a long way. Even with all life had thrown at them from an early age until now they had always managed to come out on top. Quinn Fabray-Lopez considered herself a lucky woman as she gazed at her family playing in their small backyard. Max was asleep by her side in his basinet as she stroked his back gently.
"You seem lost in thought, darling," Santana said as she looked over at her.
"I was just thinking I must be the luckiest woman on earth."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'm married to the most wonderful and beautiful woman on the planet; I have the most amazing children, a wonderful family that now lives close to us, incredible friends that are part of our extended family and a successful career. I never thought I'd be this blissful or blessed."
"It's not luck, my love. You deserve every bit of it. You fought hard for it."
Quinn seemed to think about her words for a moment. "You're absolutely right, as always. We worked damn hard for it."
Santana squeezed her hand lovingly. "I love you, Quinn. With all of my heart, now and forever. I think I'm the lucky one to have such a beautiful family."
"Nah, I still say I'm the luckiest one of us all. And I love you, Santana. I'll love you and our babies until the day I die."
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Fin
