A/N: My heart aches...I'm sure that's what influenced this chapter...sending out lots of love today! Thanks for being the best readers a chica could ask for!

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You're Still The One (Shania Twain)

Quinn's POV

"Did you ever think, way back a million years ago when we were just petty teenagers that we would be doing this?"

I stared at my reflection wistfully, hoping that I could stem the flow of tears that were leaking from my eyes.

Her hand touched my back and I turned into her arms.

Things between us in the past few years had been incredibly hard but we had persevered.

"No...but after all this time, I think that I have learned to look at life and just take things as they come."

"This though...it's probably the hardest thing that we will have to do."

"I agree but the amazing thing about our old glee club is that even with all the fighting and incestuous relationships, we stick together. This day isn't going to be easy for any of us but as long as we keep holding on...keep supporting each other, we should be okay."

"How are you so strong?" I asked as I looked into those eyes that still made me swoon.

"I'm just a great actress, believe me...I'm falling apart inside, Q."

"Promise me that you won't hold it in today, that you will let out whatever you are feeling, even if you have to walk away."

She sighed but wasn't going to argue.

It had been years since she had lost control of her mind but we knew too well just how easy it was to lose that control.

"Okay, I promise." She whispered before leaning in and capturing my lips.

"I love you so much."

"I love you...forever and ever, Q."

The rain came pouring down as we stood around with tears and cries.

It wasn't the kind of thing that we had ever thought of...naively thinking that we were immortal.

But we were very mortal.

I held my wife's hand tightly in my own and just rubbed at her back the entire time.

The truth is that before any of this, we had been having some problems.

We were in therapy...I was still healing from losing Beth and she was still healing from her miscarriage.

The word divorce had never come up but separation had been tossed around a few times.

But we kept finding reasons to stick it out.

Loss can ruin relationships...her dad had stressed that.

So we made life about Ali,

And while our daughter was enjoying the attention...things were tense.

We had just started talking again...opening a dialogue when this insane thing had happened.

Life was too short.

I think that was something that we both realized at this point.

Santana's POV

I wrapped my arm around my sleeping wife as we floated 40,000 feet over New York City.

Being back in Lima had really put our lives into perspective.

Seeing so much heartbreak and sadness among my old glee clubbers had me wishing that I could just wrap my arms around my entire family.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I heard her mumble after I had been staring out of the window for awhile.

"I think that we should try again..." I found my lips saying before I could stop them.

She sat up abruptly and turned as much as she could in her seat to stare me down.

"Tell me the altitude isn't making you loopy...tell me that you're serious, Santana."

"Shh." Someone said from behind us somewhere.

Q, in true her fashion, simply raised her middle finger towards the scolder for a split second before bringing her hand down to cup my cheek.

I smiled at her and nodded.

"It's been a year since my miscarriage and I know that I said that I didn't want to go through that again...but I was thinking that maybe...we should think about it."

That smile...those lips...God, I would do anything to see them form into that kind of perfection every day.

She pressed her hand against my flat stomach and then rubbed softly.

"Is this because of what happened?"

I shrugged and then my smile went away.

The pain of losing the baby was still fresh for me and up until our visit to Lima, I had been adamant about not being pregnant again but somewhere between takeoff and now...I realized how short life is and how much I want to raise a family with Quinn.

I kept thinking about the dream of having two children and a picket fence.

And we had the picket fence and we had Ali...but she had lost Beth and I had lost the baby...so that left us with this gaping hole.

I still didn't want to be pregnant...

"I guess." I said, my wall dropping for a millisecond.

But it had been enough.

She had seen past me.

And she stepped up to the plate.

"Let me do this, San...let me be the one to carry the baby."

My heart stopped and then raced and then I was leaning across the arm rest and kissing her.

"Shh." Came again from behind us.

This time it was me that had my finger up...

Quinn's POV

When I had Beth...it was when I was a teenager who had only had sex once.

I was inexperienced and naïve to just how bad it would hurt.

There was no joy in my pregnancy...

No designing nurseries or picking out baby clothes...

I was just a vessel for her to live in for nine months before I handed her off to Shelby.

And then when San was pregnant with Ali and then the baby that she lost...things were different.

I was there in as much of a capacity as I could be but there was no attachment for me until I felt the first kicks and cries.

But now...as my body begins to form again into a vessel for this new baby, I feel like I have found purpose.

The degrees and the shiny things in my office didn't compare to what I was experiencing.

Knowing that this was our baby to keep and love, gave me a whole new perspective on life.

I hated being pregnant the first time around but this time...I was probably the happiest person alive.

And this time, even at four months, I was insanely horny.

I couldn't get enough of my wife and the noises that she made.

Everything about my wife made my body vibrate with need.

And she used it to her advantage.

When Santana's body rebelled against her and she had the miscarriage, a dark cloud settled on her shoulders.

Every sexy thing about her changed.

Gone were the stilettos and short skirts, replaced with baggy jeans and band shirts of different varieties and styles.

She looked like a grungy rock star or an artist.

Even with a platinum record and fame calling from every direction, she quit singing.

Instead of alcohol she consumed large quantities of black coffee and I would often catch her by the pool smoking a cigar.

She was becoming darker and quieter as the days went by.

Gone was her laughter and easy camaraderie with Ali.

She became stern with our baby girl and that probably scared me the most.

But we weren't fighting.

And even if I had tried...she resigned quickly with an apology before slipping off to a dark corner.

We all became afraid that she would go off the rails again and lose control of her sanity again...

But her sanity was the only thing that remained from the woman who I loved.

Suddenly she was a changed woman.

More studious and bookish.

She had stopped wearing her contacts in favor of big black framed glasses, she didn't even attempt to straighten her hair, leaving it in its natural state and almost immediately after she got a chance, she started going back the gun range almost daily.

Her gun license had long been revoked but that didn't stop her from letting off some steam by shooting at things.

But of course, once both me and her father found out...we put a stop to it.

There was no need to arouse any version of Snix...so instead, her father bought her video games.

His logic was that shooting imaginary guns was much safer for her.

And so he sat her down, explaining to her that the closest she could get to a gun was shooting games and while in the past she would have put up a fuss, this time around she accepted her fate.

Seeing her so broken down killed me inside but I stood by her just like I had promised.

I attended therapy with her and while I let her be alone, it was never for very long.

I made her participate in life.

And little by little, she cried less at night, she began to be silly with Ali and more than anything else...we started having sex again for the first time in months.

But even then...it wasn't completely the same.

I missed the way she used to touch me...used to tease me...used to kneel for me and I was honest about it.

She was no longer the woman who I married twice now but instead of turning that into an argument...

I just changed the way that I handled things.

And then death greeted us back in Lima and then we came back to each other, seeking comfort.

We created a life and it seemed to do what nothing else could.

The light was in her eyes again.

She put on those heels that drive me crazy and she made me come harder than ever.

And so four months into the pregnancy, she was using her sex appeal again and I was never happier.

Never more satisfied.

Santana's POV

"Thank you for this, B. I know you have your own shit but I really needed this time."

"Don't worry...she's in good hands."

"You will call me if there are any problems?"

Britt smiled and then pulled me into a tight hug.

I held her and took a deep breath.

Years after our relationship, her hugs still calmed my crazy.

I'm glad that our friendship has lasted through everything that's happened.

"Go enjoy this time with Quinn. Once that baby gets here, it's going to be hard to get these moments back."

"I know..." I said before pulling back and then ruffling her short blonde hair. "I still don't know why you cut your hair."

She shrugged and then winked before pointing towards Zack.

He sat in the corner sharing his toy trucks with Ali, oblivious to his mom ratting him out.

"Someone discovered scissors."

My eyes went wide.

"Oh God...please don't tell me that you let him play with scissors!"

The kids looked at us and Britt just rolled her eyes.

"Nicky helped...they wanted to give me a haircut...so I told him just cut a straight line at the bottom but they went a little overboard. It was supervised. Relax okay...Ali is in good hands. Disney World is going to be great and in a week, I will return her to you safe and sound."

I held out my pinky.

"Promise?"

Her face split into a smile and she nodded before slipping her finger into mine.

"I promise." She said before pulling me by my pinky into another tight hug.

"Okay...I'm going to go then. Hopefully I can get my mack on."

Britt gagged on her finger before giving me a thumbs up.

Some things never change.

When I got home, I was thankful that Quinn insisted on working full days still.

She wasn't expecting anything except a quiet dinner tonight.

But I had more in store for her.

I hadn't been myself in the past year or two and I could tell that she really missed me.

She tolerated my bullshit but I don't want to be tolerated.

We had made a conscious decision to create another life and now that she had just started showing...I knew that it would be harder for her to do some of her favorite things to me.

Right now she can still manage and I want her to enjoy what she could, while she still had the energy.

My mouth watered and my skin tingled just thinking about it.

And knowing that my daughter was in good hands set my mind at ease.

For the first time in quite a long time, I was going to focus all of my energy towards giving Quinn a place by my side.

I was ready to have a partner, to not be so fucking selfish.

And so while I may have been distant and closed off, things have changed.

I'm finally seeing the forest for the trees again and that is a feeling that I never want to forget.

Quinn's POV

I should have known that she was up to something when I got flowers at work with a note that simply said.

All you have to do is ask.

Truthfully, I had been so busy reaming out a client that I hadn't given it much thought.

But really, I should have known.

I had just started showing and I was feeling extra sensitive about it.

My mood was terrible and I knew it.

On top of that Gigi was off for the next two weeks and I couldn't bitch about it because she was taking Ali with her to Disney.

I had someone new helping me out and she was so savvy that I couldn't even find a reason to complain.

Entirely frustrating.

But the flowers had served to remind me that I couldn't over do it...even if I was nearly screaming.

I was mentally counting down the minutes to my dinner with Santana.

Just her and me...I couldn't ask for more.

My mouth was still moving as I made my client realize that speaking without my permission in court was stupid.

We had lost the case.

Lost millions of dollars and he knew he was screwed...and I made sure to let him know just how much.

There was a prison cell waiting for him.

He had to turn himself in and I was going to deliver him.

I watched the tears come to his eyes and then I saw his sad nod of defeat.

"Can't we appeal?" He whined, looking pathetic.

I rolled my eyes..

"You have two options Oliver. Do you want to know what they are?"

All two hundred pounds of him looked at me in desperation as he nodded.

"Yes."

"One...you walk out of that door and run like the sad sack of sniveling shit that you are, hoping to God that those goons don't take you out before you reach the street, forgetting my name and any association that we have."

He shook his head and wiped at his face.

"No." He said softly.

I nodded and held up two fingers.

"Or two...you cooperate with me. You bow your fucking head and you walk into that prison and do your time while I rebuild your case. You accept solitary confinement as a fucking gift from God and you wait for me to tell you your next fucking move without complaint."

He mumbled something and I felt my irritation rise.

"Speak up, Oliver!" I ground out while slamming my fist down.

"I'll take the second option."

"Good...now go put on a clean shirt, wipe your fucking face and meet me out here in five minutes so we can try to fix this shit!"

My phone rang and without thinking I picked it up.

"What?!"

There was a pause.

Enough for me to get myself under control before her voice murmured in my ear.

"Did you get my flowers?"

I felt like a fool.

It had been so long since she had been romantic and I had just snapped at her.

I was no better than Oliver!

"San, I-"

"Dinner's at seven." And the line died.

My throat closed up as I looked at the card from the flowers again.

All you have to do is ask.

For months, we haven't been intimate.

Sex has happened but there was no intimacy...

No rush...

No passion...

No romance...

And this was her reaching out...

Extending herself to me...

I felt guilty and selfish.

Add to that, Oliver walked out of the bathroom trying to put on a brave face but when I looked at him, he flinched.

Big guy like that, flinched at my glare...

It reminded me of my relationship with Finn...

My heart ached suddenly.

Suddenly, I didn't like how I was behaving...

Who I was becoming...

And that had to change.

After seeing that Oliver was in the hands of the authorities, I made my way back to my office.

I had to plan a way to ask for forgiveness.

It was already late and the office was empty.

Well I thought it was.

When I walked into my office,

There she was perched on my desk, legs crossed,

Wearing nothing but a smirk.

I could have fainted right then and there...

But I was so over come with guilt that I did something that was rare for me.

I dropped to my knees in front of her.

"I need you to punish me."

She faltered for a minute but then she slid to her feet.

"Only if you ask nicely."

"Please, San...take me hard and rough...while you still can. Make love to me, give me everything you've got...please baby love...please give me love?"

I couldn't believe my forwardness but my hormones were in full gear.

And I couldn't control just how forward I had been.

But the flare of her nostrils and the way she stared down at me told me that she had liked it.

I had said all of the right things.

I couldn't wait for her next move.

The heat between my thighs, the swelling of my breasts and the beating of my heart all ached to be wrapped up in her.

Her scent,

Her touch,

Her skin.

A/N: Hey dear readers...I'm feeling like one more for the road after this...I didn't want this chapter to be any longer than it already is...and so in two it's split. Sexy times up next! I'll be back for errors soon!