A/N: Hello there!
I had to make a hard decision on where I wanted to go with this fic ever since the last chapter. I have a plan though, so stick with me.
This story is coming to an end soon, so after this and the next chapter, it may be a time jump to the end of the school year.
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Chapter 21
Maribel was just getting off of a tiresome day from handling rude patients who could not understand there are consequences for their actions. Being a lawyer really takes the cake.
All she wanted to do was lay up in her king size bed and settle for the rest of the day and sleep; good thing she had the next day off too. Finally seeing her lovely home in sight she sighed and felt her nerves calm just a bit. What she didn't see was the trash bin set out near her driveway for the garbage truck to come take.
Pulling in, she swipped the side of the green bin, slightly throwing it off balance, but enough to cause it to fall to the cement sidewalk.
"Aye Dios mio, ayuda me." (Oh my God, help me) The woman slowly parked her car in the driveway and walked to the fallen garbage bin. She quickly and tentatively picked up the small bags that fell out.
She reached for one near her feet when a couple of small boxes and paper fell out. Not paying much attention, she used her foot to scoop them into the spilt bag until bold letters on one of the boxes caught her attention. For Sure- Pregnancy Test. At the sight of those words, Maribel paused.
"I know damn well she better not be..." It was a haunting thought, but she couldn't help but think the worse. Nobody lives or stays in their home, but she, her husband and daughter. Juanita has been here every other day, but she doubts there hers. She knew for sure she herself didn't need those tests.
The latina hurried and cleaned up the mess she made and walked inside, not missing Santana's red Mercedes parked in the open garage.
Santana sat on her bed after a long day at school; she was watching t.v, waiting patiently for her mate to finish practice. Brittany insisted that she skip and go with Santana for comfort, but the raven-haired girl was persistent and eventually persuaded her to go; not wanting her to bring stress to herself.
She heard the front door open and close and realized her mother must be home now. Next, there were quick footsteps coming up the stairs.
The soft knocking on her door caught her attention. "Come in."
Maribel sighed and opened the door. "Hey Mija? Qué haces?" (What are you doing?)
Santana gave her a small smile and shrugged. "Just watching t.v."
Maribel nodded and leaned against the entrance of the door, gazing at the soft carpet. The younger latina noticed the worried look on her mother's face and sat up straighter. "Mamí, qué pasa?" (what happened?)
"Hm? Oh, umm, nothing, I just..." She cleared her throat and walked to her daughter, taking a seat on the large bed. "Is... Is there something you need to tell me Ana?"
"Why do you say that?" Santana asked quietly.
"I saw something in the trash before I got in...and I was wondering, if it was yours?..."
Santana knew exactly it was hers. She was so scared to tell her about the possibility of her being a mother at this early of an age; the longer she hesitated to speak, the more Maribel began to grow worried. After a pregnant pause (A/N: tehee idek if that was pun intended) between the two before Maribel spoke again.
"Please tell me it's Mercedes' or one of your friends'... I mean, I really don't wish anything like that on anyone, but... please tell me it's not yours?"
"Lo siento Mamí." (I'm sorry Mom) Santana gasped. The older woman let out a shaky breath and hugged her daughter close. "Both of them were positive, but Britt and I are going to the doctor's office later today, because they called us and asked if I could come in."
Her voice was so small and Maribel felt so bad for her youngest child. "We better hope they were false positives, or your life is going to get hard."
She was scared, but she felt the need to ask. "What if I am?"
"Then we'll just need to adjust. I'm just worried about your father too." Santana's eyes went wide when the thought of her dad finding out came to mind. Maribel sensed her child's slight panic and rubbed her hand across her arm. She released the girl and sat up, along with Santana.
"I didn't mean to scare you mija. But I think for the time being, it's best for him not to know."
Santana nodded. "What about Juanita?"
"She has to deal with the aftermath of being incarcerated. I heard she has a new job. So like I said, it's best to keep this from them." Maribel said matter of fact.
Again, Santana nodded. She was certainly feeling some type of way. Her dad has just began warming up to Brittany; she has noticed lately that there hasn't been any hostility like before. He's even smiling at her!
"Alright. You want me to go patch up some cinnamon churros while you wait for Brittany? I know you love those." She asked. She saw her daughter's eyes light up just a little and grinned softly.
"Okay."
"Alright, cool." The woman stood and layed a kiss on Santana's forehead. "Yo los traeré a usted" (I'll bring them to you)
Santana watched her mother walk out of her room. If only her father could be calm and collected like Maribel. 'If only' she thought.
Brittany quickly showered and jumped into her range rover. Darting to her girlfriend's home, her nerves began to rush. She thought that she could control her thoughts, but they were going haywire at this point.
She parked and walked to the door, slowing her breathing. The werewolf knocked, shifting from toe to toe until Maribel answered the door with a small smile. "Hi Brittany." Maribel greeted her and invited the girl into her home.
"Hey Mari." Brittany responded. The two ladies walked into the kitchen where Santana was munching on a churro. Santana sensed her mate and turned around.
"Hey Britt."
"Hey Sanny. You doing better?" The blonde hugged the girl to her side and layed a kiss on her forehead.
Santana returned the hug and smiled slightly. "Yeah, to be honest. Whatever happens, happens right?"
"Right."
Maribel excused herself, seeing as this wasn't her scene. Once she got to the living room, she observed the couple from afar. She knew if they stuck together, they could handle anything the world throws at them.
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The girls talked for a minute before it was time for Santana's appointment. Both of them were in the waiting room; to say they weren't a nervous wreck was an understatement. Brittany clung to the latina like she was her life-line.
"Lopez?" One of the nurses shouted.
Brittany and Santana stood and walked over. "He-Hello." Santana stuttered.
"Okay, follow me." Following the doctor to one of the rooms, Brittany spotted Santana's father chatting with a fellow nurse she assumed. The man looked up and they locked eyes for a moment. The man kindly smiled while the blonde quickly averted her gaze. Confused, Emilio lifted an eyebrow. He just shrugged, assuming it was 'cause the blone wasn't used to him paying her any mind.
"Poor girl." The brown-haired nurse murmured shaking her head.
Emilio followed the nurse's stare and it landed on his daughter, before she disappeared into the room. "Who her?"
"Yeah. Poor girl thinks she's pregnant. She looks nothing but 17,18 maybe."
"W-What? How do you know this?" The tall man's heart beat was picking up. "Maybe it's another young girl."
The man shook his head. "No; I did her pregnancy test a couple of days ago."
Emilio was speechless.
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The brown-skinned nurse sat in a chair in front of the two. "So, as you know, I called you back because I have your results and I want to explain some things."
Once she said this, Brittany's face turned pale. "I knew it... Oh my- I knew it..." She whispered. Santana exhaled a shaky breath, grasping Brittany's hand in her own.
Nurse Betty, as it said on her name tag, furrowed her eyebrows. "Now now, let's not jump off the bridge yet." The two teenagers looked up from the floor at her, with mixed expressions; one with a 'really, the fuck' look, the other with a 'I know she did not just say that...' look.
"Sorry, not the best metaphor. But like I said, let's not jump to conclusions.-"
"Is there anything wrong?"
"How far along is she?"
The teenagers started to bombard her with question after question. "Whoa whoa. Okay, I wouldn't know how far along she is because she's not pregnant."
"I am so in trouble, I-... Wait what?" Brittany asked.
"I said she's not pregnant."
Santana stared. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now if you just let me explain-"
"Then what was up with the throwing up and mood swings?..." Santana interrupted.
"Yeah, and the those tests?"
Nurse Betty threw her hands in the air. "Lawd, if you just let me talk. I'm getting there." The two quickly quieted.
"Now." Betty sat up straighter. "Those tests you took can easily be classified as false positives. On to the mood swings and late period; we found a trace of birth control in your blood. Do you take any?"
"Yes."
"Well, those were side effects. I will prescribe you another kind of birth control if you like. Maybe they won't confuse you so much like this one."
Brittany tilted her head. "What about the throwing up?"
Betty shrugged. "Now that, I don't know. Maybe it was food poisoning or the flu. But I'm sure it's not a pregnancy because your blood test came back negative."
The werewolves visibly relaxed into themselves. "So I'm in the clear?" Santana asked.
"You are." Betty ensured. "Now I'll give you a prescription for some birth control options." She handed the latina a small slip. "Other than that, have nice day."
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After spending much-needed leisure with her mate, Brittany left to her own home. Santana explained to her mother that she was not pregnant and the mother was just as relieved as the two teens.
Brittany's mother on the other hand still had many worries. "Bretagne, you are never having intercourse until you reach the age of 50."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Mom, this was just a scare; she's not really pregnant."
"Well I don't care; I hope you learned from this."
"Learned what exactly?" Brittany sat on the large couch in the living room.
"To use protection every time. Yeah Santana may be on birth control, but you need to wear a rubber too." The woman insisted. Brittany covered her face with her hands. She did not feel like talking about this. "I mean just at least until you both get older. At least with both of you wearing protection, it's a very very little chance of there being mini Brittany's and Santana's everywhere."
Brittany nodded. "Yeah I understand."
"And you don't need anymore problems with Emilio. I know he's a good man, but there just can't be anymore bad blood between you two; he just needs to learn to respect you more."
After their little chat, Brittany shuffled to her room and flopped onto her bed. She couldn't help but feel bad for Santana in a way.
After school, Mercedes and Quinn jumped into the short-haired blonde's avalanche and headed to Mercedes' home. "Baby." Mercedes said.
Quinn was currently flipping through channels on the living room t.v. "Yeah."
"San just texted me; she said she isn't pregnant."
"False alarm huh?" Quinn scooted closer to the girl curled on the left side of the sofa. "I'm glad she and Britt don't have to go through a pregnancy. This is just not the right time."
Mercedes layed her legs across Quinn's lap. "I know right. Let's hope they feel better soon."
Quinn absent-mindedly rubbed her hands over Mercedes' legs. "Do you think I'd make a good parent?"
"Hm?" Mercedes turned attention to the girl. "Yeah, you'd be an awesome mother." She assured.
Quinn reflected the smile. "I had a dream one night. It was with us in it, but we had two kids."
"Oh really?" Mercedes' grin grew. She slid to the girl until she was practically on Quinn's lap. "You remember anything else?"
"Yeah. We had a daughter named Trina, who was like three, I think. And we had a son named Quinten; he was a baby. Trina looked like me and stuff, but I could tell she was going to be a sweetheart like you. Quinten had my eyes, but everything else was you. And..."
As Quinn rambled on, the other girl watched the blush creep onto her girlfriends face. She couldn't help but find Quinn adorable.
"...plus you were still as beautiful as ever." Quinn finally finished with a shy grin on her face. Mercedes didn't speak as she leaned in and planted a sweet and soft kiss on Quinn's lips. She pulled back slightly, their noses brushing together.
"I love you. You know that?"
Quinn wrapped her arms around the ebony girl and captured her bottom lip between her own. The two stayed where they were, enjoying each other until oxygen was needed. Both Quinn and Mercedes smiled against each others lips. "I know. I love you too baby."
"I like that name though..." Mercedes commented.
"What, baby?"
"No, not baby. Trina; I like it." She smiled.
Quinn chuckled. "Oh. Well I'll keep that in mind."
"Alrighty then. Now, we watch Scandal. I totally missed last night's episode."
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A/N: Well well, here ya go. There will be more Quinncedes interaction since they've kinda been m.i.a.
I know some of you was hoping she'd be pregnant, but I have a plan for these guys; maybe a sequel fic? Lol idk, you'll see.
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