Week 20

Santana was in a hurry to get home. She cursed the LA traffic that had her stuck on the same street for the last 10 minutes. She just wanted to get home to her son and her pregnant wife.

Santana was tired. Her publisher wanted to put a rush in publishing her new book due to the overwhelming amount of buzz the online marketing campaign had created. Santana always knew she had a pretty big fan base, but the response this new book was getting was nothing she had experienced before. Her publisher wanted to announce a pre-order date by next week, which happened to coincide with the third week of the fall semester.

After that outburst at the dinner party, Susan had backed off and stayed out of Santana's life. Most of that had to do with Susan having to go back to Europe for a few weeks. After that, it was South America. Susan had informed the school that she had to do a lot of traveling the next few months due to family business. Santana couldn't be happier.

The chaos had subsided a bit for Santana to relax. She was teaching three classes and all her students, well most, weren't complete idiots. Her classes, she could handle. It was promoting her book that would keep her busy. Once the book was released, she would have to go on a book tour but she had insisted that the tour wouldn't be more than a week. She couldn't be away from her family more than that.

Finally, the lane moved and Santana thought she would be able to drive through the intersection before the light changed. She was wrong.

"Fuck!" Santana yelled out in frustration. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. The last thing she needed was to get into an accident because of her road rage. The light turned green and Santana took off, finally crossing the intersection and knowing the worst of the traffic was behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, she was home and was glad to see Brittany's car in the driveway. Santana got out of the car and walked in the front door. The house had changed a lot in the last couple of months. The addition of the second floor and rooms made their house look a lot bigger. Santana glanced at the newly installed staircase that lead to the new master bedroom and two smaller rooms where their children would sleep. Brittany and Santana had decided to turn Xander's room into a guest room and their current bedroom into Santana's new study. The second floor was still a few weeks away from being finished but the contractor, who had put a rush on the job, was confident he'd have everything done on time.

Santana entered her house and found it empty. "Brittany?"

"Hey Santana!" Brittany yelled from the back, "We're in the back yard!"

Santana dropped her bag on the computer table on the way. She walked out to see Brittany and Xander with their feet in the pool and Lord Tubbington on one of the lounge chairs, safely away from the water.

"Hey there," Santana said. All the road rage and frustration she had felt sitting in traffic disappeared when she saw her family.

"Momma Sana, come on! Put your feet in the water!" Xander said excitedly.

Brittany smiled at how adorable her son was. In the last few weeks he had finally learned how to pronounce the letter "T" and she wasn't sure to be proud or sad about that. Though he still called his moms the same. His fourth birthday was last week and it just seemed like he was growing up too fast. "Join us," she said, one hand on her scratching her growing belly.

Santana immediately slipped off her shoes and sat down next to Xander and cooled her feet. She sighed at how good that felt. After five minutes she got out of the pool. "I'll be right back. Let me get out of this pantsuit."

When she returned wearing shorts and a tank top, she stat back down next to Xander who began to splash with his feet, his laugh infecting both Brittany and Santana. They played in the pool for awhile before Brittany snuck inside to order dinner.

When the doorbell rang forty minutes later, the three of them were sitting around the patio table. Brittany smiled and left to answer the door.

"Pizza is yummy Mami!" Xander said.

Brittany came back with an extra large pizza box and a smaller box. Chicken wings.

Santana gasped. "That's a huge pizza! It looks like it could feed 10 people."

"I can finish this," Brittany said, smiling, "I warned you I'd be pigging out." Brittany placed the food on the table and sat back down. At five months pregnant, she wasn't as big as she thought she'd be. She had a good size baby bump but if it wasn't for her bump, it wasn't even noticeable she was going to have a baby. Now that she was no longer getting sick, she was kind of enjoying being pregnant.

"That you did," Santana said opening the box and taking out a slice for Xander, who immediately grabbed it and took a bite.

"Momma Brinny, is the baby coming already?" Xander asked in between bites.

"Not yet, sweetie."

Xander swallowed his last bite. "This baby is taking forever."

Santana laughed. "I know honey, but the baby will be after Christmas."

Xander groaned. "Forever!"

A couple of hours later, Xander was fast asleep with Lord Tubbington by his side. Brittany was cuddled into Santana on the couch, her hand on her stomach. "Do you think I should be bigger?"

"You mean your stomach?" Santana rubbed her wife's belly. "It's normal, Britt. Remember when I was pregnant and it wasn't until late in my sixth month that I, like, blew up?"

Brittany laughed. "Yeah, that so weird. You just popped."

"Exactly. And that's what's going to happen to you. In a few weeks BPL is going to just pop."

"They're already gossiping about me," Brittany said, "The tabloids. Kurt sent me a small article in US Weekly online that was debating if I was pregnant or just fat. They had a picture of me coming out of the ice cream place from this afternoon."

"Fucking idiots," Santana groaned, "Why can't they leave you alone?"

Brittany shrugged. "I'm used to it. They mentioned you too. It said 'Is famed author Santana Lopez expecting a book and a baby?'"

Santana sighed and pulled away from her wife. "I swear if my dumb ass publicist tipped the paps off for publicity for the book, I'll kill him."

Brittany smiled and leaned in and kissed her wife on the lips. "It's OK, honey. Getting followed around by the paparazzi comes with my job. And if it helps your book, then I don't mind."

"I mind," Santana said, upset, "Our baby is our business and I don't want to use the baby to sell books."

Brittany continued to smile as she watched her wife clench her jaw. She really loved when Santana got all mad and protective over their family. Brittany started to feel that all too familiar arousal that seemed to appear out of nowhere these days. She remembered how Santana had always been turned on during her pregnancy but Brittany never figured it would be like this. Hell, just looking at her wife, got her wet. She leaned in and kissed Santana again, lingering a bit longer and running her hand up Santa's thigh. "It was just a picture. There were only like three or four photographers."

Santana quickly kissed her wife back before getting up and heading to the table by the door to get her phone. "I'm going to call that fucker right now!" Santana dialed then began to walk around the living room as the phone rang.

Brittany quietly groaned. She really didn't care about the picture, what she did care about at this moment was that Santana was not kissing or touching her. "Sweetie, it's late. Just do that tomorrow."

Santana grunted when she got her publicist's voicemail. "Andrew! My wife was hunted down by paparazzi today…."

Brittany shook her head. "Not really."

"….and she feared for her life…."

"No, I didn't."

"….and the caption mentioned being pregnant and my book! Did you have anything to do with that? You better not be pimping out my wife and my unborn child for book sales!"

Brittany walked to Santana and put her hand on her shoulder. "Don't yell, you'll wake up Xander."

Santana turned around and took a breath. "Call me back tomorrow. But not before 11!" She hung up and tossed the phone on the nearby couch. "Sorry. I just…"

Brittany wrapped her arms around her wife's waist. "I know."

Santana put her arms around Brittany's neck and pressed closer to her wife. She buried her face in the crook of Brittany's neck and inhaled, instantly calming down and forgetting her anger at her fucking publicist. "Mmmmmm." Santana breathed in again, closing her eyes and letting her wife's unique scent invade her senses.

Brittany smirked, knowing that she had her wife right where she wanted her. She heard Santana take in another deep breath and smiled. Brittany knew that all she had to do was get close to her wife to quell her anger, anxiety, nervousness and any other negative feeling. It was the same for her. All she needed was Santana near her to feel safe and know everything was going to be just fine. "It was just a picture. And even if you didn't have a book coming out, I would still get papped. I am a super famous, successful director after all."

Santana let out a laugh. "Oh, right." She pulled back to smile at her wife. "Super famous."

Brittany bit her lip as she felt her clit start to throb, still totally turned on by her wife's reaction to that picture. "But I do love how protective you get. It's hot."

"Oh yeah?" Santana smirked recognizing that all too familiar look in her wife's eyes. The past few days, Brittany's libido had gone into overdrive, much to Santana's delight. She remembered how horny she had gotten during this time in her pregnancy and how desperately she needed her wife to quench that need. "Did hearing me yell get you all wet?"

"Yeah," Brittany breathed. She tightened her grip on her wife's waist and felt a small gush of arousal leaving her and absorbed into her underwear.

"How wet?" Santana's breathing was now quicker and her chest and abs tightened in anticipation.

"Very," she whispered, unable to look away from the intense stare Santana held. "I feel it pouring out of me right now."

"Fuck," Santana groaned. She moved her left hand from Brittany's neck down to the elastic band of Brittany's cotton shorts. "It should be pouring on me." Santana slipped her hand inside and straight to her wife's very wet folds.

Brittany moaned, feeling Santana's fingers glide between her. She stuck out her tongue and licked Santana's lower lip. "Pouring on you, where? Your mouth? Cause I know how much you like that."

"I really do," Santana said, her voice thick and hoarse. She licked her lips, already tasting her wife from just pure memory. She slowly massaged Brittany's folds, easily gliding because of how wet her wife was. "You know I love eating you out. I love running my tongue through your… pussy. I love when you… cum in my mouth."

"Oh my God!" Brittany was now in pain. Santana was teasing her and her arousal was making it hard for her to stand. "Let's go to bed so you can enjoy all those things."

Santana grinned as she took her hand out of Brittany's shorts and headed to their bedroom. As soon as Brittany sat on the bed, Santana started walking out again. "Hold on. Let me make sure the alarm is set and the doors are locked."

Brittany laughed as her wife disappeared through the door. Santana could never turn in for the night until she made sure the house was secure. Just another way her wife protected their family. Brittany sighed and began to undress.

Once she was satisfied the house was secure and all the lights were off, Santana rushed back to the bedroom where she found her sexy wife sprawled on the bed, completely naked. "Beautiful." She stepped in and closed the door.

Brittany laid on her back, knees bent and legs spread wide. "You can't touch me until you're naked." She saw Santana undress at lightning speed and was soon completely naked as well. Brittany's breath literally caught in her throat. Her wife was gorgeous.

"Can I touch you now?" Santana's mouth watered seeing her wife's very wet center. Brittany was so beautiful with her perfect round belly and thick thighs and hips calling out to her. Santana felt herself drip down her thigh. "Please? I…I need to taste you."

Brittany managed to nod and within seconds her wife was on her, kissing her and driving her tongue in her mouth while her hands rubbed her stomach and then slid down to her throbbing, soaking center. Santana plunged two fingers in her without warning, making Brittany scream. "FUCK!"

"Shhh. You have to be quite, baby." Santana thrust in and out of her wife, loving he sounds Brittany was making. "I want to get you wetter before I eat you out. I want to drink up all of you…."

Brittany was already so wet, she could hear the squishy sound of Santana's fingers pumping in and out of her. "Oh….San…I'm gonna….cum!" Brittany forced her eyes open to look at Santana who was focusing on her face. She loved when Santana watched her.

Santana leaned in closer and placed her mouth against Brittany's lips. "That's the plan." Santana pulled out and slid down Brittany's body, stoping briefly to place a tender kiss on the small swell of her stomach. Santana spread her wife's legs wider and stared at the swollen, pink folds, soaking in that sweet fluid she craved. "Britt…," she moaned.

Brittany looked down her body and could only see part of Santana's head because of the swell of her stomach. She lifted herself on her elbows for a better look at her wife. "Sweetie, I know… I know you love to look, but I need you to…" Brittany didn't finish her sentence and instead let out a loud moan.

Santana dove right in, her lips instantly coated with Brittany's arousal. She swiped her tongue all around her wife's delicious folds. Santana opened her mouth wider and took more of Brittany. "Mmmm." Brittany kept getting wetter and Santana kept drinking her in.

It didn't take long for Brittany to cum, these days. Last week, Santana had barely touched her and she came, screaming Santana's name. Santana sucked on her wife's clit and Brittany completely lost it. "AHHHHHH…Saaannn…!"

Santana smiled against Brittany's center and slowed her licks, bringing her wife down from her orgasm. She really did love going down on her wife and rubbing her face against Brittany, covering herself in her wife's juices. More often than not, Brittany had to stop her from her feast or else she'd probably keep going for hours. Tonight though, she gave her wife's center one last lick, then moved up to watch Brittany recover.

Brittany continued to take in deep breaths, slowing coming down. She opened her eyes and grinned when she saw her wife, her mouth and chin glistening, watching her. "Did you….like your bedtime snack?"

Santana laughed and licked her lips. "You never disappoint." She kept smiling when Brittany reached over and wiped her wet chin.

Brittany winked. "Pretty soon I'll be super huge for you to get down there."

"Hey, don't you worry, nothing is going to stop me from getting my snack."

Brittany laughed and turned to the side to face her wife. "Good. I mean, who knows, I could end up getting hornier until I pop."

"I hope so." Santana gently rubbed Brittany's stomach. She smiled knowing that their baby was healthy and so was Brittany.

After getting the bad news about the adoption, they made it a point to concentrate on BPL and while they had been disappointed at first, they came to realize that Janice not choosing them was for the best. They had a long talk and decided that they would indeed have a third child, but would wait until their two current children were a bit older.

Brittany watched her wife caress her stomach and smiled. "I love you, Santana."

Santana leaned in and gave her wife a kiss. "I love you too, Britt-Britt."

"I love…your boobs," Brittany teased as kissed Santana again and squeezed her left breast.

"I know you do." Santana leaned into her wife's touch. She was suddenly aware that she was still ridiculously turned on from going down on her wife. "Do you love my abs?"

Brittany moved her hand down and caressed her wife's stomach. "Yup."

"Do you love my hips?" Santana's breath increased in anticipation. She looked down and saw Brittany take her leg and drape it over waist.

Brittany nodded.

"Do you love my…."

Brittany slid her hand between her wife's very slick folds and began to move her fingers just the way Santana liked. "I love all of you." Brittany leaned in and kissed her wife, deeply, never slowing the movement of her fingers.

Santana put a hand behind Brittany's neck to brace herself against Brittany's sweet assault. She kissed Brittany as long as she could until she had to stop to catch her breath. She was so close, she was practically panting. "Britt…"

Brittany went faster the slipped two fingers in her wife making Santana let out a loud moan. Brittany smirked, knowing that in just a few moments she'd be watching Santana explode with pleasure. She loved watching Santana cum, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure, her body tense then release. She felt Santana tighten against her fingers and knew she'd soon get to witness something beautiful.

"Oh…..God!" Santana let go and came hard. She trembled as she rode her orgasm, Brittany massaging her. "Britt, Britt, Britt," she chanted, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Brittany joked.

Santana opened her eyes and chuckled. "You're such a dork."

###

Brittany took another big bite of her hamburger, the melted cheddar cheese sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Mmmm."

"You two want to be alone?" Mercedes laughed.

Brittany smiled and took another bite. She and Mercedes were at Earth Cafe having lunch and catching up. Mercedes had been pretty busy these past few weeks producing the soundtrack to the Brad Pitt movie Brittany was supposed to direct. "It's so good!"

"Well, I'm glad you're not throwing up anymore. And, that little bump you have there is adorable."

"The baby has been eating like crazy," Brittany said, "I'm going to blow up pretty soon." Brittany ate a fry before speaking again. "Speaking of big bellies, how has it been with you and Richard, you know, trying to have a baby?"

Mercedes sighed and gave her a sad smile. "We put a hold on that. Well, I did. This soundtrack is so much work. This movie is going to be huge!"

Brittany nodded. Brad Pitt had called her after he found out Brittany was producing two small films thinking she had come back from vacation. Brittany had let him know she wasn't back to working full time and she would contact him when she was ready to go back to work. The only full time job Brittany had now was her family and she found she really loved staying home looking after Xander and the house while Santana worked. At least for now.

"I need to concentrate on this, at least for first few weeks," Mercedes said, "It's not a really good time."

"You know," Brittany began, "It's never going to be a good time. One thing I learned from all this baby stuff Santana and I went through is that something is always going to come up. Like, honestly, there's never a good time to have a baby. Even when Santana and I planned Xander, that wasn't a good time, but we did it."

Mercedes shook her head and chuckled. "Richard said something along those lines."

"Then what's up?"

"I guess I'm scared," Mercedes said, "I mean, can you imagine me raising a human being?"

"Yes!" Brittany said without hesitation, "You are going to make an amazing mom, Mercedes. Yeah it's scary but you can totally handle it. I see the way you are with Xander and you're perfect. And you're going to be perfect with BPL and your own baby. Besides, I can't wait to be a Godmother."

"Is that right?" Mercedes laughed, "And you think I'm making you the Godmother to my child?"

"I know you are," Brittany said, confidently.

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You're right, I am."

Week 21

Santana rolled her neck, trying to stretch out the stiff muscles. She looked out into her classroom and made sure all her students were concentrating on their exams. She looked back down at her laptop and scanned the gossip sites for more pictures of her wife. She found none. It had been a week since Brittany's picture had appeared online and she wanted to make sure those idiotic photographers weren't following Brittany again.

She had scared her publicist last week and it turned out he had nothing to do with that last photo. At least she knew he would never call the paparazzi on her wife. Brittany wanted to release an official statement in the next few weeks to stop the speculation. Santana didn't like it, but agreed. She hated these Hollywood rules. She was about to log on to her email account when she got a text from her wife.

Hurry home.

Santana quickly responded. Are you OK? What's wrong? Is Xander OK?

Xander is fine. Mercedes and I picked him up from school and she took him for the afternoon. Nothing's wrong just I'm super horny.

Santana let out a quiet, relieved laugh. Her wife had needed sex almost every day this week, and Santana couldn't be happier. She bit her lip thinking about last night when Brittany had pulled out the strap on and asked Santana to use it on her. The memory made her wet.

She stood up, phone in hand and stepped into the small hallway between her class and the front door. She knew her class wouldn't cheat, but she still wanted to keep an eye on them and she was sure they wouldn't be able to hear her on the phone. She dialed her wife's number and Brittany immediately picked up.

"When are you coming home?" Brittany asked, her voice sounding a little desperate.

"You didn't get enough last night?" Santana whispered into the phone.

"No. Why are you whispering?"

"My class is taking a test," Santana said, "As soon as they're done, I'll rush home."

"Can't you just give them all 'A's' and just come home?" Brittany was laying in bed dressed in a tank top and cotton shorts.

"I can't do that," Santana said with a smile, "I'll be home in like an hour and half."

Brittany groaned. "That's too long. Something has to be wrong with me, I mean, I just got off in the shower but I'm horny again."

Santana closed her eyes and let out a breath, slowly. She let the image of her pregnant wife touching herself in the shower invade her mind. "I wish I could have seen that."

"Me too." Brittany let out a small moan. "I love when you watch me."

Santana opened her eyes and took a quick look at her class who was still engrossed in their exam. She leaned against the door. "I know you do," she whispered, "Can you show me what you did when I get home? Hmmm? How many fingers did you use?"

Brittany was breathing hard into the phone. "Two….I…thought a cold shower would help, but..I just kept remembering all the times we….mmm, in the shower. I really want to suck your boobs."

Santana gripped the phone. "I have to hang up, baby," she sighed, "I have a class full of students and the last thing I want is for them to see me with my hand down my pants."

"That'd be kinda hot," Brittany teased.

"I'll be home soon." Santana hung up, took a breath and went back to her desk regretting planning a test today.

###

As soon as Santana got home, Brittany had pounced on her, quickly removing Santana's shirt and bra as soon as she had stepped inside. "Finally," Brittany said, leaning down and taking Santana's left nipple in her mouth.

Santana gasped, her back hitting the door. "You weren't…fuck…kidding." She cradled the back of Brittany's head, pressing her closer. "Britt, baby….the doorknob is digging into my back."

Brittany reluctantly released her wife's delicious dark nipple and stood up straight. "Sorry, I've just been craving you all day."

Santana smirked and leaned in for a kiss. "Well, let's take care of that craving."

Brittany giggled and grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her to the bedroom. Once inside, she undressed Santana completely and pushed her naked wife on to the bed. "You sure you're not too tired from last night?" she asked as she took off her clothes.

Santana frantically shook her head. "I'm never too tired for you." She watched her, now naked wife, straddle her and rest her very wet core on her stomach. "Oh, that feels nice."

Brittany slowly began to rock her hips, spreading her arousal on Santana's stomach. "Mmmm…thanks…for rushing home."

Santana gripped Brittany's hips and helped guide her movements. "After that phone call," she moaned, "I couldn't, uh, concentrate. I just kept picturing you in the shower."

Santana's abs felt so good agains her clit. Brittany continued to grind against her wife's abs, increasing her pace as she neared her orgasm. She grabbed Santana's breasts for balance, kneading and squeezing the large mounds, her pleasure building and threatening to explode. She locked eyes with her wife, increasing her arousal. "Look at me…look…watch me baby….."

Santana kept her hands on Brittany's hips, encouraging her to keep grinding against her abs. "I see you Britt. You love….when I watch you, don't you?" Santana felt and saw the small puddle forming on her abs, right where Brittany was grinding on her. She desperately wanted Brittany to move up and grind on her mouth. Santana wanted her wife's juices dripping on her lips, in her mouth. "I love you."

Brittany was lost in her own pleasure. She kept direct eye contact with her wife as she ground herself against her wife's rock hard abs. She was so close. She had been incredibly turned on for hours now, waiting for Santana to get home.

Brittany had already left a lot of her cum on Santana's stomach and she was sure she was going to squirt when she came. Knowing how much Santana loved that turned Brittany on even more. "I…love you. I'm gonna…cum all over you.."

Santana groaned and bit her lip, she felt herself leak onto the sheets, anticipating Brittany's release washing over her abs. She was so turned on watching Brittany grinding above her she was sure she was going to come just from the mere sight of her wife. "Yes! Cum on me Britt…"

And she did. Brittany kept looking at Santana as long as possible, but when she came, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and let out a loud scream. She felt like she was leaving her body.

Santana saw and felt the gush of liquid spread over her abs. "Oh fuck!" She squeezed her thighs together painfully tight and came herself. "Ahhh…!"

Brittany recovered enough to take her hands from Santana's chest down her stomach and back up again, smearing the evidence of her orgasm all over her wife's torso. "Did you…like that?"

Santana pulled Brittany down to her and kissed her, hard. She kissed her as she turned them sideways. She kissed her until she couldn't breath. "Yes," Santana panted against Brittany's lips. "Yes! That…was amazing and so fucking hot."

Brittany smiled and tightened her grip on her wife. "Me too. We should get you cleaned up. Shower?"

Santana shook her head. "Not yet. We're going to try that again."

Brittany giggled and kissed her wife. "Perfect."

Week 24

Santana took another meeting with her publisher to discuss the announcement of her official book release date. She really didn't need to meet with her publisher but she agreed to the meeting so she could have an excuse not to go home.

The construction was done and they now had a two story, five bedroom home that hey had fully redecorated. Brittany was super excited to get the luxury bathroom she had wanted, with a walk-in shower.

After this meeting she was meeting Kurt and Sam for dinner. She often went out with them for drinks, dinner or just to hang out. It was something they had done since college and they continued that tradition well after. She really needed to hang out with her friends tonight.

Brittany kept texting her asking when she'd be home and Santana just replied that she wouldn't be home until late. If she waited to come home long enough, Brittany would be a sleep, which is what Santana wanted.

The meeting with her publisher went well and the pre-orders for her book were through the roof. Quinn had already asked her to sell the rights for a movie.

"You should do it!" Kurt said after Santana had mentioned it at dinner. They were at a burger restaurant they loved in Santa Monica. "Your book would make an awesome movie."

"Totally!" Sam took a sip of his soda.

"I'm thinking about it," Santana said, "It really would make a cool movie." They talked and ate until a little past nine and Santana knew it was still too early to go home. "How about we go get a drink?"

Sam shook his head. "I gotta get home. I'm spending the morning with Beth and my princess wakes up at the crack of dawn."

"Come on!" Santana said, "You don't need sleep. Kurt? How about you?"

"I can go for one drink," Kurt said, "But then I have to go. I need to finalize some new designs for my store."

Santana groaned. "Guys, it's Friday night! We should go out and celebrate my book. Come on!"

Sam placed his hands on the table and leaned in. "Don't you have a child and pregnant wife you should go home to? What's with this sudden urge to party?"

"Did you and Britt have a fight?" Kurt asked.

"No," Santana sighed. She leaned back in her chair. "No fights. The opposite actually."

"You don't want to go home cause you guys are getting along?" Sam asked, confusion all over his face.

Santana crossed her arms. "Ugh, fine. OK, I don't want to go home because Brittany is going to want to have sex. Again. I love sex and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need a break. We've had so much sex these past few weeks, I think my vagina is worn out."

Kurt dropped his napkin, got up and walked to the back of the restaurant, then walked back to the table in dramatic fashion. "Eww. Eww. Eww. Eww. I don't need to hear that!"

"Good Lord, Kurt." Santana rolled her eyes. "You're not going to die from hearing the word vagina!"

"Stop it!" Kurt said with a shudder.

Sam was now laughing. "Ah, yes. The pregnant horny phase. Quinn wore me out too. I'm pretty sure my penis broke at one point."

Now it was Santana's turn to be grossed out. "Eww! Gross, Sam," she said with a shudder.

"Now," Kurt began, "Penis, I can work with."

Sam was now laughing harder.

"OK, let's stop mentioning genitals," Santana said, "Point is, I just need a breather. Brittany always, always falls asleep by 11 and I found that if I just stall until then, she'll fall asleep and she won't want sex. Sleep beats out sex after 11."

"Why don't you just tell her you don't want to have sex?" Kurt asked.

"Two reasons. One. I was the same when I was pregnant and Brittany…uh, took care of me when I wanted. Always. I mean, when she wasn't off filming that fashion documentary you asked her to help with. And two. I can't say no to Brittany. Saying no to Brittany wanting sex is like against the laws of nature."

"So instead, you just avoid her," Sam said with a chuckle.

"Exactly." Santana said, glad Sam understood her.

"Wait," Kurt began, "That fashion documentary from four years ago wasn't a real documentary. I mean it was mostly just filming to use during runway shows. We finished in like two days."

"Excuse me?" Santana remembered Brittany working late many nights for a few weeks. "Two days?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, "Though, now that I'm remembering, Britt and I did hang out a lot during the weeks after. Sometimes she'd bring Mercedes or Quinn. Even Rachel."

"Why would she…." Santana trailed off, realizing what her wife had done. "She was avoiding me! I can't believe she would do that!"

"Kind of like you are avoiding her now," Sam added.

"Maybe she needed a breather too," Kurt said with a chuckle, "I guess she couldn't say no to you either."

"Well, well, well." Santana grabbed her purse. "OK, maybe it's time to go home. I have to ask my wife a question."

When Santana got home, she went to her son's room and kissed the sleeping boy goodnight. She even patted Lord Tubbington's head. She went to her bedroom and saw that Brittany was already in bed and dozing off. It was only 10:30. "Hi sweetie, I'm home."

Brittany yawned and mumbled. Santana smiled and got ready for bed. Once she was done and in bed with her wife, she forgot what she wanted to ask.

Week 32

"I'm starving," Brittany said walking in through the front door, Xander running right past her. Santana was lagging behind while she got the shopping bags.

They had decided to go to the mall for some baby shopping and see a movie.

"Again?" Xander asked, "Mami you ate already."

"I did," Brittany said putting per purse on the nearby table, "But the baby is hungry."

"Was I in your tummy too?" Xander asked.

"No sweetie," Brittany said, "You were in your Momma Tana's tummy."

"But, I'm big," Xander said, confused, "How did I fit?"

"How did you fit, where?" Santana asked, coming inside with the bags.

"Momma Brinny said I was in your tummy," Xander said.

"That's right," Santana answered putting the bags on the couch, "You were in my tummy."

"But how did I fit?" Xander asked, very curious, "Your tummy is small. Not like Momma Brinny's big belly."

"Gee, thanks," Brittany laughed.

"Well" Santana began with a smile, "You were little once, a tiny little baby."

"No, I wasn't," Xander said, "I'm a big boy."

Brittany went to sit on the couch to get a better seat to watch Santana explain this to their four year old.

"Now, you're a big boy," Santana explained, "But you used to be this big," Santana placed her hands about 10 inches apart.

"No way," Xander said causing Santana and Brittany to laugh. "How did I get out?"

"How did you..." Santana trailed off.

"Yeah, Momma Tana," Brittany said, beyond amused, "How did Xander get out of your tummy?"

"Well, sweetie," Santana began, "You kept getting bigger and bigger and your Momma Brinny and I had to go to the doctor to help us get you out."

"Oh," Xander said, seeming to be satisfied, "See, I told you I was a big boy."

"Yes, you did," Santana said.

"OK." Xander looked towards the staircase and Santana knew he had lost interest in the subject at hand. "Can I bring my toys here to play?"

"Yes, sweetie," Santana said, "Go get two toys to bring out here." Xander quickly ran up the stairs to his room. "Thanks for stepping in." Santana playfully slapped Brittany's knee.

"Why?" Brittany chuckled, "You did great."

"Yeah sure," Santana said, "You're having the sex talk with him when he's older."

"Whoa!" Brittany said, "Let's not think about that yet. Way too soon."

"I'm just saying," Santana said, "Time has a way of flying."

"I'm not hearing this," Brittany said, "I don't even want to think about that day." The phone rang. "I'll get it."

"My little boy is not growing up too fast," Santana said to herself.

"Hello," Brittany said into the phone, "This is Brittany...oh, umm, hi...how are you? Um sure...well...Santana and I...well...umm, can you hold on for a sec?"

"Who is it?" Santana asked.

Brittany put her hand over the mouthpiece, "It's Peter, from the adoption agency, he wants to know if we can come in Monday."

"What the hell for?" Santana asked, "We closed our file months ago."

"He wants to talk to us about another possible match," Brittany said.

Santana shook her head. "We are about to have a baby in a month, we can't deal with that right now."

Brittany put a hand on her eight month old stomach. In a month, their baby would be born and they'd have their hands full. She and Santana had agreed not to have another baby until their newest addition was at least two. She took her hand of the mouthpiece and spoke. "Peter. Thank you for thinking of us but we asked you to remove our names. We're not ready right now. I'm actually pregnant and about to give birth in a month….thanks… oh, that's interesting…I'm sorry….sure, I'll tell her….OK, maybe next time. Bye."

"Tell me what?" Santana asked once Brittany had hung up.

"He said it wasn't about an adoption. That he thought we'd like to consider being foster parents."

Santana wasn't sure how to react, so she let out a small chuckle. "What?"

"Foster parents," Brittany repeated, "He said he'd check back with us in a few months. Oh and he congratulated us on the baby."

"Foster parents?" Santana asked again.

Brittany shrugged her shoulder. "That'd be kinda cool. But not now. BPL comes first."

Santana nodded. "Yes. Yes, she does."

-tbc-

A/N: Well, this story has already gone on way longer than I first anticipated. :-p There's either one more or two more chapters to this (not sure yet). I do have a story idea floating around in my head that I might take on that's not as fluffy as this one. I'll let you know.