A/N: This is the second to last epilogue section. I'm think of doing a companion piece to this about Quinn and Sam before Santana and Finn moved in and after they moved out. But I'm not sure yet. And this chapter's kind of shorter than the others, but I didn't want to drag it out with pointless filler sentences, so I hope it's not bothersome. Any way, enjoy!

Santana was holding her wedding dress, looking at it lovingly. It was a year after the wedding, almost exactly and yeah, admittedly Santana couldn't fit in the dress anymore. Then again, she was eight and a half months pregnant.

Santana smiled to herself, placing her hands on her stomach. She almost had the baby that she'd longed for so long ago in Quinn's nursery. She felt a kick and her smile grew.

She started to make her way downstairs when she had the oddest sensation, like water dripping down her legs.

"Ah, fuck," Santana realized.

"FINN!" She yelled. Finn ran to the staircase, looking up at her like she had six heads. Really Finn, she was pregnant, not a monster.

"What is it?" he asked. Santana started to make her way down to him.

"My water broke," she grumbled. Finn's eyes were as wide as the plates he ate dinner on.

"Babe, snap out of it and take me to the fucking hospital before the contractions start!" Santana started to get worried. Finn ran to grab all the things they needed and literally carried Santana to the car. There were perks to having a tall, muscular husband.

They were five minutes from the hospital when the first contractions hit.

"Finn, oh god, get him out of me," Santana grit her teeth.

"How do you know it's a boy?" Finn asked. Santana hit his arm.

"JUST GET HIM OUT OF ME," Santana barked.

"I'm just saying we don't know if it's a boy or girl! Why don't you say 'it'? or something like that?" Finn suggested. Santana turned to him, eyes ablaze with annoyance and need.

"I'M NOT REFERRING TO OUR BABY AS AN IT! And take me out of this goddamn car, we're at the hospital!" Santana barked. Finn muttered something about baby hormones being the ultimate test of a relationship and got out of the car, helping Santana into the hospital. The nurser looked at them quizzically.

"My wife-"

"Is fucking having a baby, get him out of me!" Santana almost screamed.

Santana only made it through the agonizing birthing process because Finn was holding her hand.

"SHIT!" She screamed. Finn looked at her, almost ashamed that he'd done this to her.

"Finn, don't let go," she looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears.

Finally, finally the pain stopped. Santana took a minute to catch her breath. Finn rested his forehead against hers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I love you," he told. She nodded her 'I love you' in return. The nurse came over them, holding a bundle of blankets.

"Here's your son," She said, handing the bundle to Santana.

"I told you it was a boy," Santana smirked at Finn, who blushed almost beet red. Santana's heart melted when she saw her flawless little boy. He was sleeping and tiny and just...oh. He was amazing.

"I love him," Santana whispered.

"He's incredible," Finn agreed.

"I want to name him Adam," Santana told Finn. Finn kissed her forehead.

"I like that name," He agreed.

"You pick his middle name,"

"William. Adam William Hudson," Finn said.

"It's perfect, just like him," Santana sighed, pulling her little boy closer.

They sat there like that for as long as they could, holding each other and basking in the glory of their son.

Santana knew that those nine months, and that painful birthing process...well it was all worth it.

Anything for her little boy.