Hey guys! I'm still here! Didn't give up just yet. I'm trying my hardest on writing another computer. Until then, please just enjoy this small one. It's the last chapter before Sebastian becomes a main character in it. Well, for reals now. Read&Review&Love!
Santana groaned, tossing several different colored pamphlets off her bed, scattering them across the floor. Why she took them in the first place was totally be her, but Ms. Pillsbury insisted. "How To Choose The Right Parents For You're Baby", "What To Expect When You're Unexpectingly Expecting", or Santana's favorite: "Adoption: The Legal Black Market." Who came up with these things! Whether they were the least a bit relevant or not didn't matter; because who could ever take titles like those seriously? Yet Ms. P swore by them. For all Santana knew, Ms. Pillsbury didn't have an actual bible, but one made out of pamphlets. Santana nearly chuckled at the thought of what the title would be.
Ever since she decided to carry the baby life has been nothing but a long, annoying debt on whether or not she'd be putting it up for adoption. That's what she wants, of course, but it's easier said than done. Not like you can just stop the baby off at hospital or leave it on some random persons door step, like they did in the olden days. You have to go through different agencies or go through a list of people who are offering to adopt the baby right after it's born. And if you do adopt, do you want an open or closed? Does she want a say in how the child is born or does she just want it off her hands and out of her life?
Her family brought it up over dinner one night. Alejandro, her elder brother was over to visit, which meant the subject would be drilled until Santana couldn't take it any more and ended up leaving.
"You know what they say about those orphanages, Santana. Horrible, just sickening!"
"Orphanages don't exist anymore, ma!" Alex said, his mouth full of food. "Just those foster homes now."
"Yes! That's it! You hear those stories all the time about foster homes; the poor children getting tossed around like hot potatoes."
"Yeah. Most of the kids we lock up are run a ways from foster homes. Really tragic, man."
"Recórtela, Ale! You're scaring the poor girl." Dr. Lopez said.
"You know, Santana, Alejandro's room is pretty big. And we haven't really done anything with it other than use it for storage."
"G," Dr. Lopez warned.
Santana placed her fork down, sighing heavily.
"I'm just saying, if you decide you want to keep the baby, we do have room for it."
Dr. Lopez shook his head slowly, rolling several peas along his plate with his fork.
"You might as well keep it, San." Alex spoke again, swallowing hard as he looked across to his sister. "No one wants a mexicano baby. They want those ones all the way from Africa and Asia."
"And how would you know?" Santana questioned, narrowing her eyes.
"You ever see a celebrity holding the hands of a little Latina girl? Always the damn Haiti kids or the ones from Japan and Hong Kong. I'm tellin' ya sis, you might as well just keep the damn thing! Otherwise it's probably gonna wind up in a ditch somewhere."
"Alejandro!" Mrs. Lopez screeched, dropping her silverware on her plate.
"Alejandro, no hables de ese tipo de cosas!"
"Papá, ¡es cierto! I've seen it with my own eyes!"
"This is Ohio, Alex!" Santana sneered across the table. "You haven't seen any action other than pulling over a speeder!"
"Oh, I've seen some stuff. Put that's police confidential. You can't know, cause you're just a simple citizen, but trust me, it was brutal."
Santana groaned, placing her palms flat across the table. "Can I be excused?" She asked, though she'd leave no matter what her parents said.
"Si! Vaya, vaya!" Dr. Lopez sighed, wiping this napkin across his mouth.
Standing from the table, Santana glared at her brother as she scuttled up to her room. Sitting at her vanity, Santana looked at her imagine in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her face was rounding out only in the slightest. Lifting her phone, she noticed two new messages, both from Brittany.
Britt-Britt (6:17)
Just told Lord Tubbington he's gonna be an uncle. He's so excited!
Attached was a picture of Brittany's cat, sitting on her bed, looking up with a somber look upon his face.
(6:25)
I found a unicorn Halloween costume for babies. Think the baby will be born by then? I can't wait to take it Trick or Treating!
Santana groaned, tossing her phone onto the vanity desk. She loved Brittany - she really did! But ever since she came out about the baby, that's all that has been on her tiny little mind. Baby clothes, baby names, baby toys. Last week she started eating baby food, because when the baby came, she wanted to know which would be the tastier ones to feed it.
Moving from her seat, Santana tossed herself onto her bed, lying facedown with her eyes closed shut. Reaching blindly around her mattress, Santana grabbed her iPod, twisting herself around so she could lie on her back. Putting the buds in her hears, Santana shuffled through her songs, finally picking one. It was loud, yet soothing, and one of her favorites. It was one of those songs that pulled her away from the world for just a few moments. With a deep breathe, Santana let the music take her away. Away to a place where she wouldn't have to bother with things like pregnancy and child-obsessed girlfriends.