A/N: So we're gonna skip ahead again for a little bit. Pretty much one chapter per trimester is all I can stand for pregnancy storylines. (I don't find reading about vomiting and soreness very entertaining, frankly.) As always, Glee is not mine or I'd be having words with Murphy about that wedding episode (ok, the Quinntana, Jakeley, Blatinakurt, and Bertie/Bartie parts were cute, but I hated how Rachel just left Finn like that...whiskey tango foxtrot? And Emma leaving Will at the altar...not cool.).

Chapter Twelve

Santana POV

Santana and Jesse had moved into Jesse's room at his parents' castle to try and work on their marriage. Sure, the temptation for Santana to cheat on Jesse with Brittany would be there, but Brittany seemed fully committed to her husband since the pregnancy. Santana had to respect that, despite the fact that she wasn't a huge fan of her brother-in-law. As long as Brittany was happy, Santana could stand to be around Finn and watch him with the one she'd thought of as her soulmate for the rest of her life.

Carole had decided to teach her two daughters-in-law some of the crafting skills she'd been taught as a girl. She started them off easy, making little booties in varying sizes so the babies could wear them for a while. One of the projects she knew she wanted to see Brittany and Santana accomplish was to have them knit blankets for their children. Carole herself had kept the blankets she'd made for her boys, and was going to give them to her first grandchildren to use and pass down to any future grandbabies as well.

Santana sat in the rocking chair between Brittany and Carole, her expanding middle slowly becoming evident now, despite all of her gowns being made to de-emphasize them. She stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, trying to get the knitting just right.

"Does that help, Sanny?" Brittany asked, mimicking her friend by sticking her tongue out too.

"What?" Santana said, looking at Brittany. "Was I really doing that?" She blushed.

Carole chuckled, demonstrating the stitch backwards to try and help Santana understand it better.

"I'll never get this...I should just have Blaine make it for me," Santana said, sighing and dropping her knitting in her lap.

"Where is he, anyway?" Brittany asked. "I thought he was coming back with Kurt."

Santana smirked. "Knowing my baby brother like I've gotten to in these last few months, I don't know if you want the answer to that," she said.

Carole blushed. "I still think the two of them are adorable," she said. "And my son is glowing since they found out that spell worked."

"How did they make maternity wear for him?" Brittany asked, a little confused as always. "Does he have to wear dresses now?"

"No, he kind of resembles King Henry VIII, though," Santana said, trying the stitch again.

"I heard that," Kurt said, coming up behind his sisters-in-law and his mother. He indeed resembled that infamous king, but only because the belt over his clothing was supporting his baby bump.

Carole reached up and smiled at her youngest son as he kissed her cheek softly. "Hello sweetheart," she said. "Pull up a chair and rest your feet?"

Kurt nodded as Carole and Brittany separated so he could join them. He sat down and smiled at his sisters-in-law. "Those are cute booties, Brittany," he said.

"Thanks Kurtsie," Brittany said, grinning as she finished the sixth one.

Santana frowned at the one she'd been working on for the longest time. "I'd rather be in fencing class..." she said.

Carole smiled at Santana. "It's not safe for you or the baby, darling," she said.

"I know..." Santana said, sighing.

"Besides, you should be teaching it," Kurt said, smiling. "At least that's what Finn and Jesse said."

"From the wedding?" Santana said.

Kurt nodded.

"That seems so long ago now," Santana said, resting her hand on her middle.

"Six months, three weeks, two days and four hours," Brittany said, not looking up from the blanket she was now working on.

Kurt and Santana blinked at each other and grinned.

"Britts, you're amazing," Santana said.

Brittany smiled. "The babies told me," she said.

"Do they talk to you a lot?" Carole asked, smiling at Brittany.

Brittany nodded. "I even know what I'm having," she said. "A boy and a girl, just like Quinnie and Sammy or Rachie and Blainey."

Kurt snorted. "I dare you to call him that to his face," he said.

Santana laughed. "He gets called worse when he's with my family," she said.

"Not by Rachie," Brittany said, grinning.

"How do you know that?" Santana asked.

"Because they're twins," Brittany said. "Quinnie and Sammy are different to each other than they are to me. It's like against the law or something for them to be mean to each other."

"Not that they're mean to you, I hope," Santana said.

"They're not," Kurt spoke up. "Well, at least not Sam. I hardly see Quinn interact with anyone but Puck and Beth anymore when we're up at the Calligaris castle."

Carole looked at her son. "That's odd..." she said.

"Quinn is different...like she's scared of what Shelby might do if she says anything bad about Rachel or the rest," Kurt said.

"Is that what it is?" Santana asked, grinning. "About damn time she accepted that she had to be nice to my sister."

"I don't know why she'd be mean to Rachel," Brittany said. "Rachel makes Sam happy."

"And Quinn got her way at the altar instead of marrying Cooper," Kurt pointed out.

"Something tells me she blames Rachel for all of this happening still," Santana said, sighing.

Carole frowned. "Rachel didn't cause anything," she said. "All of you kids are blameless in this war. And the war is over. The Sediti are all under control and won't try to hurt you again. Scar, Sue, and I made sure of that."

Santana nodded. "I know," she said. "I'm watching Quinn like a hawk, to be honest. Cooper and Blaine have been too."

"Maybe she's jealous of all of you for another reason?" Carole suggested.

"You mean because she's the only one who's not pregnant this time?" Kurt said.

Carole nodded.

"That thought did cross my mind," Santana said. "That's no one's fault but hers. My brother loves her and wants more kids."

"It's not the end of the world," Brittany said, having finished another six booties while they were talking.

Kurt chuckled. "I see my future niece and nephew are going to go through booties quickly," he said.

Brittany grinned. "No, a pair of these are for your baby, one pair for San's baby, one pair for Rachel and Sam's baby, and then one pair for Aunt Abrielle's baby," she said.

"That's so sweet, Britt," Santana said, smiling. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, San," Brittany said, smiling.

"How's the blanket coming?" Carole asked Santana.

Santana blushed. "I'm managing," she said. "It's easier than the booties."

Kurt started a new row on his own blanket, smiling and resting it against his middle. He laughed. "Oh someone is awake," he said.

Carole smiled at her son. "Sounds like his daddy," she said. "I always knew when you wanted to play."

Kurt blushed. "How did you know that Finn and Jesse would be twins?" he asked.

Carole chuckled. "When they kicked me from both sides and then started talking to me," she said.

Brittany giggled. "My twins do that all the time," she said.

"Pretty sure I'm having just one, then," Santana said. "Though it must take after Jesse because it kicks a lot."

Kurt and Carole smirked to each other.

Rachel's POV

While Santana, Jesse, Kurt, and Blaine were at the Humboldt castle, Rachel, Sam, Quinn, and Puck were still staying at the Calligaris castle. Cooper and April had moved into the winter castle and April was on bed rest due to the high risk nature of her pregnancy (even the doctors in their homeworld agreed that Tierran–also known as Earth–medicine was correct in this). Cooper was by her side the entire time. Even though he thought he'd been okay with not having kids, he was really happy that April was going to have his child. When the rest of his siblings had seen him last, they all agreed that he was glowing more than April had been.

Rachel was happy to see her oldest brother so giddy and she knew that he'd make a great dad someday soon. She wondered what April's middle was looking like, knowing that they'd all pretty much conceived at the same time. Rachel had gotten quite rounded and her dressmakers had been busy raising the waistlines and lowering her hemlines. Her small frame made her baby bump stand out more than some. Shelby and Sue both speculated whether or not Brittany was the only one having twins.

Rachel rolled over on her side and looked at Sam who was still sleeping in their room. She grinned at her sleeping husband and kissed his nose. Today was the first day that she'd felt strong kicks on both sides of her abdomen and she knew that meant she was having twins. She couldn't wait to tell Sam that they'd soon have a baby for each of them to look after. Her only wish other than healthy babies was for at least one of them to have Sam's eyes and smile (not so much his lips, but his smile). She loved seeing her husband smile.

Sam groaned and his eyes fluttered open. "Morning, Princess," he said, showing off the smile that she loved.

"Morning," Rachel said, grinning down at him. "Guess what?"

"What?" Sam asked, propping his head up on his elbow.

"I felt two kicks just now," Rachel said, taking his other hand and pressing it to her middle.

"Two...does that mean?" Sam asked, grinning.

Rachel nodded. "Twins," she said. "Just like you and I were."

"That's fantastic news, little mama," Sam said in his best Elvis Presley voice.

Rachel giggled. "And if they come out with red hair, we can name them Fred and George," she said.

Sam laughed. "You and your Harry Potter obsession," he said, kissing her nose. "What if they're both girls?"

"Helena and Rowena, of course," Rachel said.

"After the founder of Ravenclaw and her daughter?" Sam asked. "Why not Rose and Lily or Molly and Ginny?"

"Because I like Helena and Rowena better," Rachel said, grinning.
Sam nodded. "Fair enough," he said. "But I kind of want something other than Fred and George for our boys' names."

"Then you'd better hope they're girls," Rachel said, winking.

Sam laughed, kissing her neck. "I don't care what they are," he said."They're our babies and I'll love them forever and never leave them."

Rachel nodded. "Agreed," she said. "And even if something bad happens, we'll find a way to stay together as a family. I know that was my parents' biggest regret and why my dad kept track of all of us and somehow made it possible for Santana and I and my brothers to end up in the same town."

Sam nodded. "Speaking of fathers," he said. "Mine still wants us to come and stay with them for a while."

Rachel smiled. "We will, once the babies are born. I want to have my mother with me when they are,"she said.

"Of course," Sam said, stroking her side.

"I'm not trying to shut your family out, Love," Rachel said, kissing his shoulder.

"I know," Sam said. "Just...I feel like I should be closer to my parents because I'll need my dad's guidance to be king."

Rachel nodded, smiling. "And you will be a wonderful king," she said.

Sam blushed. "You're just saying that..." he said.

Rachel laughed. "Not so," she said. "And you'll be a wonderful father to our twins."

Sam smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. "I suppose our doctor will want you on bed rest next," he said.

"Why do you think that?" Rachel asked, stroking his face.

"Because you're tiny," Sam said, grinning.

"You've been talking to my sister too much," Rachel said, laughing. "I'm neither fragile nor high risk."

"But you're important to me and I still want you well taken care of," Sam said.

"Sam...nothing's going to happen to me," Rachel said, kissing him softly. "You worry too much."

Sam blushed. "I know..." he said.

"Nothing will go wrong," Rachel reassured him.

"You don't know that," Sam said, holding her close.

"Sam..." Rachel said. "The Sediti are gone. The war is over, and we are living in the homeworld that is our birthright to take care of someday. We've only just gotten home and I am not leaving it now or ever."

Sam smirked. "Always with the dramatic, eh?' he said.

Rachel stuck her tongue out at him. "We should get dressed and go downstairs before my parents come up here," she said, kissing his chin.

"I suppose so," Sam said, climbing out of the bed and going to the other side to help his wife to her feet.

Rachel grinned, standing up. "See you downstairs," she said, kissing him one last time.

Sam kissed her back before disappearing into his closet to get dressed.

A/N: Alright it was a bit fluffy. Hope at least some of you enjoyed it. Please review and share your thoughts! :)