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It was an odd sensation for Santana to wake up to, and more specifically an odd sight for her to first see. During the night, Quinn hadn't moved at all, her lips wrapped loosely around Santana's nipple and her arm draped protectively over Santana's stomach.
Santana yawned and looked at the ceiling for a moment. She squeezed her eyes closed a few times to wake herself up, maybe the site she saw was from her dream. But no, looking back down, she saw Quinn, her lips moving slowly. Quinn sighed against her then closed her mouth around Santana's nipple, sucking once more before letting go.
Santana didn't know what to do. She didn't want to move incase she woke Quinn and hurt her ribs. Instead she moved her leg, kicking Brittany gently to wake her up.
"Britt," Santana whispered. After no answer, she placed a hand over Quinn's ear and spoke louder. "Britt wake up," Brittany groaned but opened her eyes, blearily looking at Santana.
"I'm up," She yawned, rubbing her eyes then scooting closer to her two girls. It was then when Brittany noticed Quinn's actions and Santana's confused, yet content face. Brittany looked to Santana for answers.
"I woke up and she was like this," Santana ran her hand through Quinn's hair then looked back at Brittany. "I mean it's weird but... at least she's sleeping peacefully, right?" Brittany nodded but continued to look at Quinn, seemingly mesmerized by her actions.
"We should get her a pacifier," Brittany whispered and Santana nodded. "She was sucking her fingers a lot yesterday," Santana glanced at Brittany, only to look back at Quinn when she felt the sucking start once again.
"It feels so weird," Santana mumbled and Brittany giggled quietly, laying her head beside Quinn's. Quinn's eyes fluttered open then she slowly moved away from Santana's breasts.
"Good morning, Qbear," Brittany said softly. Quinn smiled shyly then buried her face in Santana's chest.
"You're so cute," Brittany leant forward and kissed Quinn's forehead. Quinn nodded and lifted her head up a little to look at Santana.
"Hey Quinnie the Pooh," Santana smiled, tapping Quinn's nose. Quinn beamed, happy that her earlier actions hadn't spooked any, well that she could see of.
"Did you sleep well?" Quinn nodded then rest her cheek against Santana's chest.
"Afteh nigh'mare mami he'p me s'eep," She then yawned as she rubbed her fist in her eye. Brittany pouted and ran her hand through Quinn's hair.
"Bad dreams, huh?" Quinn nodded slightly, refusing to think of her previous dream."Mami and I will make sure you don't have any more, okay?"
"You do dat?" Quinn gasped slightly.
"Uh huh," Santana butted in, knowing Brittany's intention. "We can get a dream catcher to place above our bed and your bed, sowherever you're sleeping, it will catch your bad dreams and give you better ones!" Quinn titled her head up and widened her eyes in disbelief; she'd never heard of one but, they seemed cool!
"Wow," Quinn whispered, pressing her hand against the mattress trying to lift herself up. A grimace covered Quinn's face then she laid back on Santana.
"You want to sit up, baby?" Quinn nodded and stared at Brittany, her hand making grabbing motions towards her.
"She's going to be a little stiff," Brittany yawned, sitting up herself.
"Sit up slowly baby," Santana slid her arm under Quinn's waist. Quinn whimpered as she sat up, even with the help of hermami and mama, and even taking it slow, the pain which shot through her ribs almost made her see stars. Couldn't she lay down forever?
"There we go," Santana said quietly, kissing the tears on Quinn's cheek. Brittany did the same the other side then wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist. The movement allowed Santana to pull her shirt down.
"I think a warm bubble bath is in order, don't you?" Brittany looked at Santana who nodded.
"Mami an' mama too pease," Quinn whimpered, glancing from Santana then Brittany.
"I don't think both of us can fit in there," Brittany pouted. Quinn mimicked Brittany's pout.
"Jus mami then?" Quinn grabbed Santana's arm. "Pease, I owie," Quinn leaned into her mami, relieving some of the pain and tension on her ribs. "Hol' me mami, pease," She choked on a sob and Santana quickly albeit carefully, pulled Quinn into her arms.
"Okay baby, mami will hold you," Santana whispered reassuringly. "But mama's going to carry you there," Quinn nodded and reluctantly sat up, reaching out beside her.
"Mama will be careful," Brittany said softly, sliding her arm under Quinn's leg and wrapping another around her waist. "Ready?" Quinn weakly nodded. Brittany gently lifted Quinn up, earning a wince and a whimper from her fragile baby.
"O-owie," Quinn cried, resting her head on Brittany's chest. Santana frowned and dug through Quinn's backpack, taking out the pain medication and setting it on the bed for after the bath.
"San start the bath? Extra bubbles I think," Quinn nodded pitifully and slid her thumb in her mouth, sucking slowly.
"Extra bubbles?" Santana asked in disbelief as she walked into the bathroom. "There won't be any room for mami!" She teased, turning on the taps. Quinn pouted.
"Room fo' mami," She whispered, opening an eye to gather her surroundings. Brittany had set her down on the toilet but Quinn leantforward into her arms, refusing to let go just yet.
"There'll be room for mami, don't worry," Brittany laughed softly and kissed Quinn's forehead. "Okay, I'm going to help you undress, no peeing!" Quinn pouted again but nodded, wiggling against her diaper.
Brittany, using one hand while the other wrapped firmly around Quinn's waist, hooked her fingers around the waistband of Quinn's pants and slowly slide them down. She used a little more force so she could get them past her bottom. Once at her feet, Quinn kicked them aside and glanced down at her shirt. This meant lifting her arms and that meant a lot of pain.
"Mama," Quinn whimpered, feeling Brittany's fingers at the bottom of her shirt. "No mama, owie,"
"We'll do it quickly, okay?" Brittany leant back, placing one hand on Quinn's waist. "Slow with the arms then quick pull off, I promise it won't hurt for long, but we have to do this baby," Quinn merely sighed and slowly lifted her arms. As expected, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen and her arms fell back to her sides.
"Mama no, I can't," Quinn cried, grabbing at her thighs. "Mama pease no, pease," Brittany looked to Santana who had a pair of scissors ready in her hands.
"Okay baby, it's okay, mama won't make you," Brittany wrapped her arms around Quinn and pulled her into a light embrace,whispering soothing words. "Mami's going to cut the shirt off then until you're healed you'll wear button ups," Quinn continued to cry into Brittany's hair so the dancer motioned for Santana to cut the shirt.
Santana stood behind Quinn and pulled the shirt away from Quinn's skin. She cut up the back of the shirt and it fell to Quinn's sides.
"Tadah," Santana announced, tapping her fingers against Quinn's bare back. The fragile blonde jumped at the touch but turned around with teary eyes. "You just have to slide your arms out," Quinn pulled back from Brittany and let the shirt drop in front of her. With a sniffle, she giggled softly.
"Thankies," Quinn wiped her eyes on Brittany's shoulder then played with the top of her diaper. Brittany took Quinn's hands and smiled softly.
"You are just the picture in just your diaper, isn't she San?" Brittany looked up to a smiling Santana who nodded. Quinn blushed and pressed her chin to her chest.
"Hurry before the bath gets cold!" Santana herself began undressing, throwing her clothes at Brittany. Santana's pants ended up over the dancer's head as she was removing Quinn's diaper. Quinn giggled quietly and poked Brittany's head.
"Thank you, mami," Brittany shook her head tossing the pants to the side. Quinn lifted her hips a little once she felt the diaper undone and Brittany tossed it aside with the rest of the clothing.
"Okay, let's get you in the moutain of bubbles," Brittany stood up and helped Quinn with her. A few stumbles and winces later, they were at the side of the bath, Santana already waiting for her. Quinn whimpered as she stepped in, but the warmth and bubbles soon soothed her pain. As well as hermami's touch.
Quinn leaned back and against Santana, then glanced down at her ribs. Once again purple and blue adorned her ribs, this time darker. She then looked at Santana's arms, turning her head briefly to catch a glance of a tan stomach. Quinn sighed and settled back down, her eyes drifting to Brittany's stomach.
"Mama?" Quinn asked softly. Brittany, who had gone to gather body wash and a cloth, looked around and smiled at Quinn.
"Yeah?" Brittany walked over to the bath and sat on the edge, placing the cloth in the water to wet it.
"I see?" Quinn motioned with her head to Brittany's stomach, but when shereceived a confused look, she tapped her own stomach; pointing to Brittany's would be a little too painful.
"My stomach?" Brittany tilted her head and cast her eyes to Santana. Santana simply shrugged and wrapped her arms loosely around Quinn's waist.
"Uh huh," Quinn kept her eyes on Brittany's shirt covered stomach, waiting for her mama to pull it up. Brittany hesitantly lifted it up, revealing her stomach. Quinn pouted.
"More," Quinn whispered and Brittany did so, revealing her ribs. Quinn sighed again, her eyes watering at the sight of a plain stomach; no bruises, no cuts, just normal. Quinn then looked at her own stomach and ribs before glancing at Brittany's once more.
"What's wrong baby?" Santana whispered into her ear. Quinn continued to stare at her ribs as the tears began to fall.
"I ever be normal?" Quinn merely whispered. If Santana wasn't so close, it would have gone unheard. Santana's face softened and she placedrepetitive kisses to blonde hair before motioning Brittany over.
"Oh baby," Santana whispered. This caused Quinn to let out more tears. Brittany leaned in so Santana could whisper in her ear, repeating what Quinn said.
"I gots b-bruises and owies, ouchies," Quinn cried out, looking at Brittany. "I a baby too," Santana rocked Quinn as Brittany stroked her hair.
"No, Quinn, you are normal," Brittany said softly, but firmly. "Though our lives may be different from the conventional family, we're still a family, you're our baby for as long as you choose to be," Santana nodded.
"We love our baby," Santana whispered into Quinn's ear. "The owies will go soon, and you'll be right as rain, running around, dancing with mama, cooking with mami," Quinn sniffled, her tears subsided but the fear still there.
"Otay," Quinn mumbled, leaning further back into Santana. Brittany and Santana shared a glance, both smiling sadly, but continuing to comfort their little one.
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The pain medicine had set in, finally, and Quinn became drowsy but pain free. Brittany laid her on the sofa while Santana covered her with a blanket, Brittany's bear and many pillows. Santana sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa near Quinn's head while the blonde played with her hair. She was looking through pacifiers and their reviews, deciding on the right one for Quinn. Brittany was in the kitchen, gathering a home-made ice pack to hold against Quinn's ribs.
Santana glanced at the time on her laptop then moved it aside.
"Mami has to check your ribs, baby, can you lay still please?" Santana knelt beside the sofa, stroking Quinn's hair from her face. Quinn nodded and placed a finger in her mouth, sucking slightly, seeking comfort.
Santana carefully unbuttoned the bottom of Quinn's shirt, and despite seeing the bruises and abrasions multiple times, it still broke her heart. They were dark and looked extremely painful, so Santana kept her touch light as she felt Quinn's side.
"Ouch," Quinn gasped against her thumb as her mami touched an especially painful part. Santana winced and pulled her hand away.
"I'm sorry Quinnie," Santana said softly then placed a kiss to blonde hair. Quinn nodded tearfully and continued to suck on her finger.
"It 'tay," Quinn closed her eyes, bracing herself for anymore pain. Instead of pain, she felt ice cold on her side, however it seemed to soothe the pain. She opened her eyes and glanced to her side, where her mami once knelt, but instead saw a blur of dark hair. Her mami leant over her holding the cold object on her side.
"Hey das col' mami!" Quinn wiggled and moved Santana's hair so she could get better glance at her side. Santana laughed quiet and turned her head.
"Sorry baby, but it'll help the pain," Quinn glared at the ice package then nodded. If it helped her it could stay. The fragile blonde closed her eyes and waited for the numbness to set it. Brittany knelt by Quinn's head and began stroking her hair.
"What do you want for lunch, baby?" Brittany asked softly.
"No food, mama," Quinn whimpered, clutching at her stomach. . The pain had spread from her ribs to her stomach despite the ice, mostly on the left she noted. Santana leant back on her knees, happy that the ice pack would stay on her ribs "Feel 'ick mama, no," Brittany sat beside Quinn and placed the back of her hand on her forehead; no temperature.
"How about a bottle of water?" Brittany asked but Quinn still shook her head.
"Another drink?" Brittany rubbed Quinn's stomach lightly while the fragile blonde thought.
"Warm milk!" Quinn cheered, reaching up to grab Brittany's hair. Santana laughed quietly and took Brittany's place of rubbing Quinn's stomach as Brittany tried to remove her hair from Quinn's grip.
"Ah ah," Brittany laughed, placing Quinn's hand by her side again. "I'll go get it now, you lay with mami and chose a paci," Quinn's eyes widened and she looked down at Santana.
"Paci? Me?" Santana lifted Quinn's head before sitting down on the sofa. She laid the blonde's head on her lap then nodded with a smile.
"I think our little baby needs one, especially after last night," Quinn blushed and reached up to put two fingers in her mouth.
"Mami no mad?" Quinn's question was muffled by her fingers. Santana shook her head and tapped Quinn's nose. "I still do it?" Santana furrowed her brows. "Pease mami, at nigh?"
"I don't know, baby," Santana was unsure. The strange feeling would get a bit of getting used to, but the bond would be worth it, right?
"It make me s'eep betta, mami," Quinn moved her fingers and reached up to play with Santana's hair. "Pease?" A pout was added.
"We'll ask mama, okay?" Quinn content with that answer, positive her mama would agree, then went back to sucking her own fingers.
"Okay!" Brittany rushed back in, holding a pink sports bottle in her hand. It was old, but it would have to do until they bought more baby like bottles. "One pink bottle of warm milk!" Quinn titled her head back and smiled wide at the sight of the bottle. She opened her mouth wide then made grabbing motions with her hand. Santana laughed and tapped Quinn's nose, before accepting the bottle from Brittany.
"Slowly," Santana said, holding the bottle against Quinn's lips. The fragile blonde nodded eagerly and wrapped her lips around the bottle top, sighing at the taste of the milk.
Brittany picked up Santana's laptop and sat against Santana's legs, continuing where she left off on her search for a pacifier. Quinn turned her head to watch her mama and her eyes were wide with amazement. There were so many to choose from!
"What about this one?" Brittany clicked on a light green pacifier and Quinn nodded. Santana moved the bottle briefly, giving Quinn a chance to breathe as she seemed to be gulping down the milk.
"This one?" Quinn nodded once again, pulling the bottle down again. "Okay, three pacifiers and some bottles," Brittanymurmured to herself and Quinn smiled wide, a little milk dribbling on to her cheek but she didn't care; her momma's were the best.
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Ale: I promise to deal with that topic in the next chapter! I hope the spider was caught, that's the worst!