Authors note: I am SO sorry for the delay in this story. If you lived my life these past months you'd realize why I haven't updated as I've been so busy. I also had terrible writers block, not that it is surprising as Glee hasn't given us a lot to work with for some time. I can assure you I haven't given up on this story. I actually have the next part half written already. Thank you so much for your reviews, alerts and PM's, you all are my inspiration to write, and I won't abandon you for so long again.

Chapter 20

It's strange that we didn't talk about it.

We talked about everything else, and I mean everything else. From what were some of the things we did while we had been apart, to what our hopes for the future were. And somewhere along the way we just sort of skipped a step, I think we both just unconsciously decided to let nature take its course.

I guess in a way it shouldn't have been a surprise when one morning a few months later when we were sat down eating breakfast together, that I had the feeling. The feeling of wanting to throw up everything I had ever eaten in my life before.

But it was.

I hadn't remembered what it felt like early on when I was pregnant with Cody. I had been sick most mornings for the first trimester at least, but somehow that had faded from my mind. So, when I ran for the bathroom and preceded to vomit, I didn't really put two and two together. Neither did Santana. She was holding my hair back with one hand; rubbing my back with the other, and cursing the pizza we had eaten the night before. Because of course everyone throws up like this after eating a plain cheese pizza.

When I had decided that I felt like I could move without incident again, I was swept up into Santana's arms and carried back to bed. I spent the day being waited on by Santana, and cuddled up to by Cody. Even Quinn and Beth came upstairs to make sure I was okay.

I had actually protested the treatment and claimed to be fine. I mean I felt a little off, and that whole throwing up thing had been unpleasant, but actually if I was going to lie in bed all day I had other things on my mind. Things that involved just Santana and myself with clothes as an option, all right if I am honest then maybe also some chocolate syrup.

The next day I was sick again, and that day pretty much followed the pattern of the day before. We both think now that I have one of those twenty-four or forty-eight hour bugs.

Of course we were wrong.

However when the third day started with me in the unfortunately familiar position of hanging onto the toilet bowl things changed. Santana decided that it was time to see Doctor Pillsbury. I didn't feel up to travelling in a moving vehicle for any length of time and, so Santana had ordered the Doctor to come and make a house call.

And that's what we were waiting on right now.

I'm lying in bed, still feeling a little green and definitely under the weather.

Santana is making me feel dizzy as I watch her pace the length of the bedroom back and forth, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pants and a scowl on her face because it's been fifteen minutes, and the doctor still hasn't arrived.

Cody is thankfully downstairs playing with Beth and being entertained by Quinn, just in case its something contagious, and no one wants a three-year old throwing up too.

When a knock sounds on the bedroom door, Santana moves so quickly that my head spins and I sink back into the cushion with a stifled groan. I'm sure I look a particularly fetching shade of white, or maybe even green right now.

"Good morning Brittany, what seems to be the problem today?" Doctor Pillsbury says as she sits down on the bed beside me, Santana is quick to take up residence on my other side and gently hold my hand.

"I haven't been able to eat anything for two days or so without it appearing again." I say, a little embarrassed that she has been ordered in for this.

"Ok, so what did you last eat and when?" The doctor asks while reaching out to hold my wrist and take my pulse.

"Pizza on Monday night." Santana quickly says.

"Have you been able to keep fluids down?" There's a frown on the doctor's face when she says this, and it deepens when I shake my head. "Okay so I'd like to start some fluid first. Can you roll up your sleeve so I can take your blood pressure, just as a baseline and then I can run an IV for you."

It turns out to be easier to take the hoodie off I am wearing than to roll up the sleeve enough, I wince a little when the back of Santana's fingers brush against my breasts. They're feeling all sorts of sensitive, which makes sense because my period hasn't been for….

Well fuck.

Now I've put two and two together and things are starting to make sense.

I blush and look down at the hoodie in my hands as the doctor takes my blood pressure, her frown even more pronounced afterwards, and so she takes it again pumping the sleeve thing up even tighter.

"Ouch." I flinch at how hard my arm is being squeezed.

"Sorry. It's just your blood pressure is very low. You're definitely dehydrated."

"Does she need to be in a hospital?" Santana asks, squeezing my hand tightly and sounding a little panicked.

"No." I protest at the same time that doctor Pillsbury says she thinks it would be a good idea, especially as we don't know what we're dealing with.

"But I think I know what's wrong." I interrupt them before they can go any further and decide to take me to the hospital right now. Both of them turn and stare at me, and I can feel my face heating up in a blush.

"It's the pizza isn't it?" Santana says when I don't speak straight away.

"Um no. I think I'm um pregnant."

And now it's Santana's turn to look pale, and her mouth is also hanging open as she just stares at me with her eyes wide.

"Well we can certainly do a test and find out. But first I still want to get your blood pressure up." Doctor Pillsbury says before standing up and leaving the room, I'm assuming it's to go and get her IV things.

"Pregnant?" Santana says quietly as the bedroom door clicks shut. She's looking down and her hair has fallen forward covering her face.

"I think so." I say equally quietly, I sound a little unsure too. I thought Santana would be pleased and this is not the reaction I was thinking I would get.

"Pregnant." She says again, and now I hate that I really can't see her face.

I hear her sigh and feel her let go of my hand, and my stomach drops and rolls. I'm seconds away from sprinting to the bathroom again when she finally turns and faces me.

The biggest smile ever is on her face.

Instantly I feel better and smile back.

"Britt, that's like the best news ever." She says and I can hear the excitement in her voice. She leans forward and kisses me, even when I try to pull away because no one really wants to be kissed when they've been throwing up. "Are you happy?" She asks one of her hands cupping my face gently, while the other hand lets go of mine, and carefully travels until it comes to rest on my abdomen.

"I think I am." I say after considering it for a few seconds. My lips are curved up into a little smile and one of my hands rests on top of hers over where our baby is growing. "I haven't really let it sink in yet just in case." I admit quietly even though I'm really pretty convinced, now that I finally figured it out. "You did want another child right?" I ask needing confirmation that this was ok, if I really was pregnant.

"Brittany." Santana said quietly and we looked into each other's eyes. "I want nothing more than to have another child with you. A little brother or sister for Cody. To have our family grow. I love you so much baby."

The door to the bedroom burst open and Doctor Pillsbury hurried back in carrying her equipment. I smiled at the annoyed expression on Santana's face from being interrupted, and settled back on the cushions on the bed to try to get comfortable.

I watched with Santana by my side, as an IV catheter was placed in the back of my hand, flinching only a little when the needle went in. "This is a banana bag." The doctor explained as she hung up the yellow bag of fluid, and set it up so that it was running into my hand.

I giggled over the name and Santana squeezed my free hand.

"Its got electrolytes and things in that are important, that you probably lost when you were sick. I'm going to run this in, and then a bag of normal saline to just give your blood volume a boost and bring your pressure back up." She explained efficiently doing her job. "Ok I need your other arm so I can draw some blood."

"Is it safe? You just said her volume was low." Santana questioned refusing to move and let go of my arm.

"Perfectly Ms. Lopez. I only need a few small vials to run some tests." Doctor Pillsbury said with a smile, and Santana moved reluctantly aside. My arm was cleaned thoroughly and then three small vials of blood were drawn, I winced at the feel of the needle entering and exiting, it's not something I've ever been comfortable with. I might even be worse after my last hospitalization because I remember it all hurting so much. My body tenses up at the memory, and I feel my stomach roll in warning.

"Oh no." I hear Santana say and I'm pretty sure I've gone pale as a sheet again.

A trashcan was hastily placed in front of me and I made good use of it as Santana held my hair back, and gently rubbed my back.

"Oh dear." The doctor said quietly as I continued to retch into the bucket, only bringing up small amounts of bile because my stomach had been empty for quite sometime. "I really would prefer to see you hospitalized until we can get this under control." She said.

And that was it.

Santana and the doctor made plans around me as I lay feeling terrible on the bed. I wasn't asked, I was told. And with each new thing said I could feel my anger building. If I honestly thought I could manage it, I would have ripped my IV out and marched out of the room. But I did feel lousy and instead just quietly seethed on the mattress.

I must have looked angry, because Santana had the nerve to say, "Come on Britt, its what's best for the baby." And I snapped.

I didn't even really mean to say it. I was just so angry that they were making decisions about me without asking. And Santana knows how much I hate being in the hospital. And feeling powerless. Anyway, so I snapped. "I think after going through this all alone last time, and managing just fine, I know what's best for this baby." I watched as Santana's eyes went dark and angry, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her side, and she turned and stormed out of the bedroom.

Well fuck.

"Doctor Pillsbury, can you please find Santana and bring her back." I quietly asked the doctor who just nodded her head at me and then left.

The yellow banana bag continued to drip into my hand, with each drip I felt sadder though as it just measured the time that I was alone, and that I had hurt Santana for. I don't even know why I said it, I was angry over my decisions and opinion were being ignored yes, but I never wanted Santana to feel like…like her decision and opinions were being ignored. Ok so maybe I did mean to say it to make Santana feel like I was feeling? But that was pretty petty, and I really didn't think I acted like that. Stupid hormones already messing with me. Yep, I had forgotten the fun rollercoaster of pregnancy that was for sure.

There was a soft tapping on the door, and then Doctor Pillsbury's head appeared around the side of it, she looked a little nervous, and when she finally entered the room alone I realized why. Santana wasn't with her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't find her." She apologized, and made her way over to the bed. I watched as she checked the now almost empty bag, and then switched it over for a bag of clear liquid this time. "Are you feeling any better?" She asked, her hand was resting on my wrist and I realized she must have been checking my pulse rate.

I waited for her to let go of my wrist before I spoke, but I noticed that she was still frowning, so not happy. "Honestly still a little queasy, and maybe dizzy too." I admitted.

"How long did your nausea last with your last pregnancy, and was it this severe?" The doctor asked.

I tried to think back to what it was like last time. Even though it was only a few years ago, it felt like a lifetime ago. "I remember feeling sick most mornings for the first few months. But it was different than now." I tried to explain the changes. "I was running away from the Lopez family, and I'd left the only person who I'd ever loved…so I was pretty devastated about that, and terrified too. But I also knew I had to work and earn money so I just did what I had to anyway." I shrugged my shoulders not really explaining very well what I had gone through in those months.

It had been terrible to be without Santana. To feel afraid all of the time, of every little thing. Suddenly the feeling of loneliness and fear morphed, to what was easily the most terrible time in my life, and I went immediately tense. My chest felt tight, and I started to panic.

Oh God.

I needed Santana.

I couldn't breathe.

I could hear Doctor Pillsbury saying something to me, her voice getting louder, and louder. But I couldn't control the panic anymore. A tiny fragment of myself was angry because I thought I had dealt with this, and could cope better now. But I guess I just wasn't used to handling situations alone.

A needle pierced the top of one of my arms, and my brain went even fuzzier. Not being able to even see clearly made me panic even more. When someone grabbed my arms and pinned me down I started to fight back. More pressure was applied to my hands and my legs keeping me still even though now I was thrashing about trying so hard to fight back. Another needle pierced my other arm and this one made the world go black.

A hand brushed through my hair, and I flinched away from the touch. I tried to say, "Please don't hurt me." But my throat hurt, and I still felt fuzzy.

"What the hell happened here?" I could hear Santana ask, and I struggled to open my eyes, so happy that she was here because that meant I was safe.

"I gave her a mild sedative because she was panicking, but it just made her even more agitated so I had to sedate her further to keep her safe." That was Doctor Pillsbury's voice.

"Is that safe for the baby? I mean if she is pregnant."

"She is pregnant, I ran a simple blood test. I'm estimating that Brittany is six weeks along. And yes what I gave her is safe. Although I really would recommend that Brittany talks to a professional about her fears so that she's not in this sort of situation again."

"Why did she panic in the first place?" Santana said her voice loud and demanding. Normally this means that she's scared, when she gets that way she likes to face things head on.

There was several seconds of silence after this and I could hear Santana impatiently tapping her foot on the floor.

"Um." Doctor Pillsbury hesitated.

"Well?"

"I believe its because you left. She sent me to find you, and when I said that I couldn't she became agitated and couldn't breathe. It all spiraled out of control from there."

A hand touched my hair again, but this time I didn't flinch because I knew it was Santana's hand. Instead I used all of my strength and awareness to force my body to lean into the touch. "Hey baby." Santana said softly, and I felt a kiss pressed to my forehead. "Can you open your beautiful blue eyes for me?"

I struggled to blink my eyes open, the world spun precariously for me when sunlight hit them, and they quickly closed as I groaned at the jump my stomach gave.

"Do you feel sick?" Santana asked, her voice was still soft, but had more than a hint of worry in it.

When I tried to nod my head wouldn't cooperate, so I tried to say "yes" instead, but it came out more like another groan. Santana of course understood though, and soon I heard her tell the doctor to please give me something. Of course she wasn't that polite.

"I can add this to the IV she's receiving, and then we can try a low dose for the next few months in pills as well. That should help her feel a little better so that she can eat and drink. It's important that she can stay hydrated. Babies put a strain on the mothers blood supply, and we also want the baby to get the nutrients it needs. I'm also going to prescribe her some prenatal vitamins. We'll do a proper check up as soon as Brittany is feeling well enough, but Santana I need you to look after her, and make sure she's eating, drinking, and resting. I can recommend some books for you to read if you want to know what you should expect?"

My eyes blinked open just in time to see the beautiful and grateful smile on Santana's face. Thank god I didn't feel as nauseous this time, as Santana straight away realized I was awake and pulled me into a tight hug. "Don't do that again." She whispered into my neck, and pressed a soft kiss to the skin there.

"S-sorry." I managed to say, resting my head against her shoulder, and breathing in her scent, letting it relax and calm me.

"I'm sorry too." She said, and held me just a little bit tighter.

Doctor Pillsbury took my blood pressure again, as Santana kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed with me snuggled up in her arms. "That's looking a bit better. How are you feeling?" She removed the IV from my hand and taped a small bandage over it to stop any bleeding.

"Tired." I replied, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Ok, I'd like to see you in my office tomorrow morning so we can check out the baby. If you don't feel well enough to travel, let me know and I'll come to you. But I'm hoping with the pills, and the fluid that I've given you then you'll start to feel better. Rest up Brittany."

"Thanks Doctor Pillsbury." I said and then yawned, blushing when Santana chuckled at me.

"Yes, thank you." Santana said, although she had already dismissed the doctor and had turned to face me a bit better. "I can't believe we're going to have another baby." She said quietly, and then one of her hands gently rubbed my abdomen over where our tiny baby was growing.

"Uh huh." I agreed, although really I couldn't believe that even for a minute we thought it was food poisoning.

From a plain cheese pizza.

Idiots.

"Why don't you get some more rest, and then when you wake up we can get Cody, and maybe invite Quinn and Beth upstairs too for a small picnic and a movie." Santana suggested, as my eyes blinked closed and I fell into a peaceful and dreamless sleep wrapped up safe and secure in her arms.