A/N: Okay.. Wow! I was super surprised by the enormous amount of feedback for the last chapter. Thank you so much, guys! So, lots of you said you wanted Santana pregnant now and lots of you said you wanted her to be pregnant when her and Brittany have purposely tried. Obviously I couldn't do both, so, I did the realistic thing. I hope it's okay.
Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 13
Three Weeks Later
Three weeks ago, Santana forgot to take her birth control pill, but, Brittany reminded her of the morning after pill, so, she took that. Relieved.
Even though she'd taken the morning after pill, she wanted to be sure, so she just took a pregnancy test and was now sitting on the bathroom floor with Brittany, waiting for the timer on her watch to go off.
"Babe, would you stop stressing? It's basically almost impossible for you to be pregnant." Brittany said, crossing her legs as Santana gripped her legs and started rocking back and forth.
"Jesus, how long is three minutes?!" Santana snapped, checking her watch as it went off, "Oh... Okay, let's check."
"It's negative, San." Brittany said, already holding the pregnancy test in her hand, "See, look. I told you it would be."
"You're a genius, Brittany." Santana said with a relaxed smile. Brittany chuckled and threw the test away before picking Santana up into the air and attacking her face with a thousand playful pecks. Santana squealed as Brittany tickled her and turned on the water in the bath tub, "Brittany! Stop!" Santana squealed with a giggle as the blonde put her in the bath tub with her clothes on, "Brittany, baby, this is my favorite dress!" she squeaked as Brittany held her down as the hot water began to fill the bath tub. Brittany then used her ninja fast moves to put in bubbles, take off all of her clothes, get into the tub and hold Santana down again. She carefully lifted Santana's dress over her head and threw it to the floor before removing her underwear and throwing that across the bathroom.
"This water feels so good. I literally just got covered in goose bumps." Brittany said, pecking Santana's neck, before moving back and settling on the other side of the tub, after turning the water off.
"Oh, god... Baby, I'm so happy I'm not pregnant. I mean, I want to have a baby with you someday, but... Not right now." Santana said with a sigh as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Brittany tilted her head to the side and took Santana's leg out of the water, drawing pictures in the bubbles as she looked at the latina's calm face.
"You wanna have a baby with me someday?" Brittany asked. Santana smiled, eyes un-opening as she answered.
"Yeah... I mean, I want us to be married first, but, of course I wanna have a baby with you someday." Santana answered calmly. Brittany smiled.
"You wanna marry me someday?" Brittany asked. Santana smiled and opened her eyes.
"Of course I do." she answered. Brittany smiled even wider and concentrated on the pictures she was drawing on the latina's bubble-coated leg.
"So, how many kids do you see us having?" Brittany asked. Santana bit her lip and tilted her head to the side as she watched the blonde concentrate on her leg.
"Three. Two boys and a girl." Santana answered, "Three pets. Lord Tubbington, another cat and a dog."
"What do you want our kids names to be?" Brittany asked.
"The boys, I thought about, Kyle and Seth. And for the girl, I like Rebecca. Her nickname could be Becca. I like that name. It's cute." Santana answered with a smile, moving her leg so Brittany would look up at her, "What do you want our pet's names to be?"
"Um... Well, for the other cat, maybe we could get a girl cat and call her Lady Bathington and.. For the dog, um, Monkey." Brittany answered with a smile. Santana chuckled.
"Monkey? Why 'Monkey' for a dog?" Santana asked.
"Because the name 'Monkey' for a dog seems super cute." Brittany said, "I like the names you like for our kids. They're good names for kids, I think."
"Yeah... You want the same things though, right?" Santana asked. Brittany smiled really big and nodded.
"Of course I do." she answered, "You're awesome. And I think you'd make an amazing wife."
"I love you and your weirdness wanting to call our dog Monkey." Santana said with a look of adoration on her face. Brittany giggled.
"I love you too." she said, "You're the best ever."
11 months later
"Mike, all I'm saying is that maybe if you added on, more people would come to your club." Brittany said as she helped Mike unload the delivery truck at his club. She picked up a box and put it inside as Mike rolled up his sleeves.
"Yeah, I get that, but where am I gonna get one-hundred thousand dollars to build on? I don't have that kind of money just lying around." Mike said.
"Well, I'm going to an art gallery today to give in two of my paintings and, I might get money for them. If I do, and it's the right amount, I could loan you the money." Brittany said.
"Brittany, I couldn't ask you to do that." Mike said, handing Brittany another box.
"You're not asking. I'm offering. Besides, if it'd get more people in here then, I'd honestly be happy to do it." Brittany said, putting the box inside.
"Really? Are you sure? I mean, if they do buy your paintings... You worked hard on them. I couldn't do that. No. No, I can't." Mike said.
"You can and you will. Now, I gotta go, I'm meeting up with them in twenty minutes. I'll call you tonight." Brittany said, lifting her pants as they started to sag and jogging to her car with her jacket. She opened the car and got in, turning her head toward the back seat where her paintings sat.
"Alright, good luck, Britt." Mike said as Brittany honked the horn and then drove away. She'd been working on these two specific paintings for almost a year... She hoped they were worth something.
"Oh, my god! How'd it go?! Did they love your paintings? Or did they love your paintings?!" Santana asked hurriedly as Brittany walked into her house. Brittany chuckled and pecked the latina's lips.
"Hi." she said.
"Hi. So, seriously. How'd it go?" Santana asked, pushing Brittany toward the island and sitting her down before sitting next to her.
"Well, they loved them and, um... They offered me two-hundred thousand dollars for them." Brittany said, causing Santana to squeal and kiss her face all over. Brittany chuckled and gave Santana a squeeze.
"So, did you take it? Tell me you took it."
"Of course I did." Brittany replied, "They're putting them up in the gallery and they'll stay there for at least a year."
"Oh, my god! I knew they'd love them! Oh, my god! I'm so happy for you! Oh, my god! We have to celebrate! Oh, my god! I knew I bought this wine for a reason! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" Santana said excitedly. Brittany chuckled and watched as Santana poured them each a glass of wine.
"They're putting them up on Friday, so, we can go see them then. I've already invited everyone, so, everything's basically done. I just have to call Mike. I'll be right back." Brittany said, making her way outside to call Mike.
After she'd made the call and listened to Mike ecstatically telling Tina on the other end about what happened, she hung up and made her way back inside. As she walked in, Santana was sitting at the island, looking at her laptop. She walked up behind her and kissed her neck, wrapping her arms around her.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly.
"Finishing this stupid paper for my brother." Santana replied with a sigh. Brittany smiled and kissed Santana's shoulder before closing the laptop and turning Santana around.
"You can finish it later. I have to talk to you about something." Brittany said. Santana's eyes widened and she nodded.
"Okay. What's up?" she asked nervously.
"Well, you know how we've been dating a year now and... We love each other and, how I'm always here and I never really wanna go home?" Brittany said. Santana nodded and frowned.
"Yeah, what about that?" she asked.
"Well, I was thinking... Maybe I shouldn't ever go home. Maybe I should just stay here." Brittany suggested, "I mean, we should live together... Only if you're okay with it."
"Brittany... Why didn't you suggest this sooner?" Santana asked with a smile. Brittany giggled and leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh, thank god." she said happily, "You have no idea how nervous I was to suggest that." Santana smiled and squealed as she jumped up into Brittany's arms.
"Oh, my god! This night is the best!" Santana exclaimed, "Yay! Oh, my god! We have to move your stuff in here! Oh, my god! I'm so excited!"
"Yeah, say 'Oh, my god' more." Brittany said with a chuckle. Santana squealed and jumped up and down after kissing Brittany's face everywhere.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" Santana yelled as she jumped up and down. She jumped a little more and then stopped, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees, "Oh, my god. I'm tired now."
"That's the last box." Santana said, putting down the last of Brittany's boxes down on the coffee table, "Now, come with me. I wanna show you something."
"Okay, why are we going to the library? I've already seen it." Brittany said. Santana smiled and lead Brittany inside the library, pulling back one of the books on a smaller shelf and letting the shelf move to the side, revealing a secret room, "Oh, my god. You own Narnia."
"No." Santana said with a chuckle, "No, I've always had this room in my house but, I've never known what to do with it. But, now I do." Santana said, looking around the room, "I want you to have it. You can make it your painting room. I mean, I know it's not like your other one but, I still want you to have it."
"San... You're perfect, you know that?" Brittany said, bringing Santana into her arms and kissing her.
A few minutes later they were on the floor under a sheet. Naked, sweaty, breathless and satisfied.
"Well... Welcome home, babe." Santana said. Brittany smiled, "Welcome home."
Friday - Art Gallery
"Okay, you guys can just look around. My paintings are in here but, I don't want you guys to just look at my paintings so... Have fun and don't get lost, okay? Buddy up. Make sure you're always with your buddy. Don't lose your buddy." Brittany said to all her friends and family. They chuckled and began looking around. Santana stayed behind with Brittany and put her hands on the blondes shoulders.
"Relax. It's not like they're gonna hate your paintings." Santana said softly, "Now, I haven't seen them, so, I'm gonna catch up with your mom, yeah?"
"Yeah. Okay. I love you. I'll meet up with you in a few minutes. I just need to sit down." Brittany said as Santana walked toward Jennifer.
"I love you too. Remember.. Relax. I'm sure they're great." Santana said as she walked away. Brittany nodded and inhaled a deep, nervous breath before exhaling and grabbing a glass of wine off the waiters tray.
"Thanks. You're a good man." she said as the waiter walked away. She took more nervous breaths and drank her wine as she walked around and looked at some of the other paintings. She was looking at a painting of a brick and frowned as Quinn approached her, "What's this painting supposed to mean? Is the artist obsessed with bricks or something?"
"No idea. But, it's called, 'The Brick'..." Quinn said, looking at the name, "Okay... Well, at least it looks realistic." Brittany smiled and nodded, "So, I saw your paintings." Brittany started taking deep breaths again and sipped her wine.
"Yeah? You did? Did you like them? Do you think Santana will like them?" Brittany asked. Quinn smiled and tilted her head to the side.
"I love them. And, I'm sure she'll love them too." Quinn said with a chuckle, "They're beautiful, Brittany."
"Thanks.. Okay, let's just go to them so, when Santana gets there I can come up with an excuse if she doesn't like them." Brittany said before downing her wine and walking toward her paintings with Quinn, putting her empty glass on the waiters tray as he passed. She walked with Quinn following before stopping dead in her tracks as she saw her latina already gazing at her paintings. The smaller painting was the side of a face, dark eyes, long eye lashes and plump lips with a hand resting gently on the olive-skinned cheek. It was the side of Santana's face. In the painting, her hair was falling perfectly around the side of her face. The bigger painting was Santana again, except this time, it was her full body, covered by only a single bed sheet, staring straight forward with sultry eyes and pouted lips. Brittany had painted both perfectly, dead on. They were identical to Santana. Santana was looking at the both of them in silence. Brittany started to panic when a single tear rolled down the latina's cheek. She breathed out and made her way over to Santana, gently touching her shoulder, causing her to turn her head and look at the blonde. Brittany saw that even more tears were rolling down Santana's face and she frowned before wiping them away with her thumb, "I'm so sorry, San. I just really wanted to paint you. I worked on these for like a year but, if you don't like them, I can get the manager to take them down."
"Brittany... They look just like me." Santana said, wiping away another tear, "You are so talented. You got my lips spot on... My eyes, my nose, my face, my legs, my hair... It's like a photograph."
Brittany smiled and let out a relieved sigh.
"You really like them?" Brittany asked.
"Like them?! Brittany they're amazing!" Santana said, mezmerized by her girlfriends work, "When people see this, when people see how talented you are, you're gonna be painting people all over the world."
"Really? You think so?" Brittany asked, feeling herself get choked up at Santana's words.
"I know so." Santana said, still looking at the paintings, "They're absolutely exquisite, Britt. I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks... That means a lot." Brittany said, letting a tear fall but quickly wiping it away. Santana smiled and turned toward Brittany, pulling her into her arms and gently kissing her lips.
"I'm honored that you painted me." Santana whispered, "Thank you. I love you."
"I love you too, San. I'm glad you like them." Brittany said, leaning in again and kissing her latina, not caring that all their friends were watching.
"So, um, how's this thing with Santana going?" Quinn asked as herself and Brittany looked through lingerie.
"We've been together for a year, why are you still calling my relationship with Santana a 'thing'?" Brittany asked, picking out a pair of red briefs with dog paws all over them and raising her eyebrows.
"I don't know. Habit." Quinn said, taking a pair of lace panties off the shelf and looking at them, "So, seriously, how's it going?"
"It's going good... Great. Amazing, I love her." Brittany said happily. Quinn chuckled and nodded.
"That's awesome, B." Quinn said, "It's great that you guys are happy. And, I mean, you're living together too so, all that's next is marriage."
"Yeah... So, speaking of marriage," Brittany started, clearing her throat, "I'm gonna propose to San."