Hope you had a wonderful weekend!
I start my new job tomorrow so I probably will not be able to update every day anymore as I doubt I'll have the energy, but I'll still update as often as possible :)
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Xo, Em
For the second time in her life Santana was sitting opposite a doctor, awaiting the results of a pregnancy test. Quinn had told her not to get her hopes up, because she herself didn't think she was pregnant, but Santana couldn't help it, she wanted this so badly. And she was Santana Fabray-Lopez after all, failure wasn't in her vocabulary. Quinn was sitting in the chair next to her with her legs crossed, gently chewing on her lower lip. Santana was watching her from the corner of her eyes and she loved the way Quinn's long, wavy hair was flowing down the back of the chair and her golden eyes we're sparkling because of the way the light hit them. Santana felt herself calm down by simply looking at her wife, especially when Quinn turned to look at her, flashing her a smile and a wink. Santana knew that she was grinning like a love struck fool, but she honestly didn't care because she was exactly that. Her eyes shot back to the doctor when the phone rang and her heart stopped in her chest.
"Mhm. You're sure? Okay, thank you."
He hung up and looked at them, slowly shaking his head.
"It was unsuccessful unfortunately. I'm sorry, but we will continue with this as long as you want to."
Santana let out a deep sigh and Quinn nodded.
"It's okay, I was sort of expecting it."
The doctor nodded.
"I'm glad you're being realistic, just because it was successful on the first try the last time doesn't mean it won't take some time now. If you want to I can set up an appointment next week for another injection?"
Santana quickly nodded.
"Please do."
The doctor put it into his computer system and put down the date and time for them.
"I'll see you next week then girls."
"Thanks doc. See ya."
Quinn took Santana's hands as they walked out of the building.
"Are you okay babe?"
Santana shrugged.
"I suppose. I'm glad you told me before we went in tho, you know, that you didn't think you were pregnant. It eased it up a lot."
Quinn pulled Santana into a tight hug outside of their car.
"I promise you that I'll tell you if I ever feel like there's something there, or not. I don't care how long it will take us; we'll get there. I don't have any problem with these procedures, besides the hormone pills making me a bit wacky, but that's really your problem."
Santana laughed.
"I love wacky Quinn. Thank you babe, for calming me down and being amazing."
"You're very welcome. Now I want ice cream so let's go to the mall or something. Shopping therapy!"
"I like the sound of that."
They got into the car and headed for the mall.
"You know that present I said you were going to get a bit later for our anniversary?"
"How can I forget?"
"Good point, anyways you'll get it either tomorrow or the day after."
"I can't wait! I'm so excited, and I already know that I'll love it. I loved the necklace you got me too though."
"I'm glad, but I really think you'll like this a lot."
"Stop teasing me, Lopez, you know how impatient I am."
Santana laughed.
"Trust me, I know."
"I have an idea for Christmas."
"Shoot."
"Stay in bed the whole time and only get out to cook and eat delicious food."
Santana groaned.
"Fuck yeah! This is why I married you."
"I know, I'm pretty awesome sometimes."
"You sure have your moments."
"I can't believe Britt only has 3 more months to go, we're gonna have to go visit them when he's born."
"I'm like 90% sure they're gonna call him Mike."
"Why?"
"Because it's Mike's dads name too, so it'd be like a tradition, besides if Britt got to decide the name by herself it would be Ducky, Quack or Prince."
"Oh my God, I have the best idea ever!"
"What?"
"What you're saying makes total sense, so I say that we get a onesie and get 'Mike' sown in on the front or something. Then we send it to them as soon as possible and tell them to open it once he's born. It'll totally freak them out!"
Santana laughed.
"Brilliant idea, Britt's gonna think it's my Mexican third eye or something. I'm actually jealous that I didn't think of that."
"Because you're my wife and I love you endlessly I'll give you some of the credit. It was after all you who figured that they'd name the kid Mike."
"Again, this is why I married you."
"Thanks for coming with me Carly, I didn't want to go alone and Quinn obviously couldn't go with me."
"It was my pleasure. It looks really good San, I think Quinn's going to love it!"
"I hope so, it was a hard decision, because I'm not completely sure what she feels about it, but I hope she'll like it."
"She'd be crazy not to."
"What are your plans for Christmas?"
"Going back to Minneapolis to visit my family. What about you?"
"Just work on new songs and spend time with Quinn, should be nice and relaxing."
"Doesn't sound too bad. I'm looking forward to seeing my family, but I'm not looking forward to the flight. I've gotten way too used to flying with Tay."
"I know what you mean, that was so comfortable. Anyways, I've got to go, thanks again for coming with me, I'll see you after the holidays!"
"Bye San, give my best to Quinn!"
They hugged goodbye before Santana drove home and ran up to the apartment.
"Q, you home?"
"Living room."
Santana walked in and sat down next to her wife on the couch.
"Hello, sexy."
Quinn rolled her eyes, but still grinned like a fool.
"Hey babe."
Quinn leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Santana's lips and when she pulled back she noticed the white bandage on Santana's left wrist. Her eyes instantly widened and she grabbed a hold of it.
"Santana, what happened to you? Are you okay? Are you injured? Why didn't you call me?"
Santana smiled and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear.
"Babe, relax. It's your present, close your eyes."
Quinn looked at her skeptically before closing her eyes with a sigh.
Santana gently removed the bandage and looked up at Quinn with a nervous look on her face.
"I want you to be honest with me, but please don't freak out!"
"You're freaking me out when you tell me not to freak out."
"I know, that was a very stupid thing to say, but please listen to it."
Quinn sighed again.
"Okay, I'll try my best not to freak out."
"You may open your eyes."
Quinn opened her eyes and they locked with Santana's for a second before shooting down to where the bandage once was. Once she saw it she gasped.
"San… Did you just…? I don't know what to say. I love it, I really do. And I'm honored that you'd do that for me!"
Quinn gently took Santana's wrist and studied it more closely. The tan skin was now grazed with black ink, a very simple yet very elegant 'Q'. Quinn looked up again and crashed her lips with Santana's so hard that Santana fell back on the couch and Quinn crawled over to straddle her. She leaned down and placed loving kisses on her wife's lips between words.
"I. Can't. Believe. You. Did. That. For. Me. I. Love. It. And. I. Love. You."
Santana cupped Quinn's face and kissed her even deeper before pulling back for a second.
"Happy first wedding anniversary baby girl. This is just more proof that it's forever and always."
Quinn squealed and kissed Santana's lips again, slowly working her way to the jaw and then down to the brunette's neck.
"Here or bed?"
"Here, I need you so badly babe."
Quinn sat up slightly and they quickly shed their clothes and their lips were once again attached to the others. Quinn put one leg between Santana's and it wasn't long before they were humping each other's thighs.
"Fuck you're hot, Q."
"Just shut up and kiss me."
Santana grinned and instead of placing her lips on Quinn's she attached them to her throat, sucking, licking and gently nibbling on it.
"Had I known that this was your reaction I would have done it so much sooner."
"I swear to God you need to shut the fuck up and fuck me!"
Santana smirked against Quinn's pulse point and pushed her thigh even harder into Quinn's core making the blonde moan even harder.
"I'm so close Snix, I just need you in me!"
Santana's hand slipped down between their bodies and cupped Quinn's sex for a second before she slipped 2 fingers into Quinn.
"Fuck, you're so wet!"
"Of course, you're completely naked and panting underneath me! What do you expect?"
Quinn leaned down and started sucking on one of Santana's nipples while her hand started circling Santana's clit. After about a minute of this they came together and Quinn collapsed onto Santana.
"Only downside to having kids is that we won't be able to do things like this too often."
Quinn laughed and nuzzled into Santana's neck.
"Trust me, we'll find our ways."
Quinn took Santana's left wrist and brought it to her lips and gently kissed it.
"Did it hurt?"
"Not as much as I thought it would. And it's so small that it didn't really take long. I've wanted one for so long, but I wanted it to be the right occasion, and what's better than first anniversary? Only reason it took so long was because I was recommended this place and they were completely swamped until now."
"It's okay, I don't mind. It was a lovely surprise and I like that it's on your left wrist."
"The heart side."
Quinn let out a content sigh and placed a swift kiss on Santana's neck before nuzzling back in.
"Nap time."
Santana simply nodded and closed her eyes while wrapping her arms even tighter around Quinn.
Santana walked into the living room wearing a tight t-shirt, short shorts and knee high socks, looking stunning as usual.
"I love living in LA! It's December 26th and I can wear this without being cold. Of course I'd have to wear something else outside, but in New York I'd have to wear something else inside too. It's freaking amazing."
Quinn looked up from her book and groaned, placing her book over her face.
"Saaannn."
"Whaaaat?"
"You know that I think you're a panty dropper when wearing knee high socks, but I don't like them because they're hiding your ridiculously sexy, long, tan legs!"
Santana smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? Says you, the girl who always wears pantyhose's with dresses…"
"You know that I prefer that so that people can't see anything if my dress blows up or something."
"Well I'd like to see something."
"Which is why I usually take them off when we're at home!"
"Come on, look at me!"
Quinn removed the book and looked at Santana, who swirled around.
"I look so hot!"
"It shouldn't be legal."
Quinn had said it so low that she hoped Santana hadn't heard it.
"What was that, dear?"
Santana smirked. And Quinn mumbled her response.
"Nothing."
Santana walked over and straddled Quinn, taking the book from Quinn's hands.
"Hey, I was reading that."
"Either you tell me again what you said, or I'll hide this and just make love to you all day."
"Seriously San? It's either tell you and read or not tell you and have sex all day?"
"Yup."
"Well unlucky for you because I really like that book and a very special someone got it for me."
"And I'm very glad you liked my present to you, but if you want to continue reading it then you need to repeat yourself."
"Fine, I said that it shouldn't be legal to look as hot as you do because you ruin all my panties!"
Santana grinned.
"You should just go commando. So much easier for the both of us."
"You're such a horndog Santana, give me my book."
"You look pretty hot too right now. You're like a geeky Quinn."
"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not."
"A compliment of the highest honors, my dear."
"Well then thank you."
"I like this Christmas, its nice just relaxing and I get to write some songs too."
"I know, I finally get to catch up on some of my favorite books and series before I have to start preparing for the premieres and interviews and all that."
"Are you excited?"
"Yeah, hopefully I don't freeze during the interviews, but I think I should be fine. I can't wait to see the movie and I can't wait for you to see it."
"You'll do great babe, you're amazing in front of crowds. Are you credited as Quinn Fabray or Fabray-Lopez?"
"Quinn Fabray-Lopez. Originally I'd want it to be Quinn Lopez, but you know my crazy wife is so hard headed."
"Well like my hard headed wife keeps saying this marriage is based on love and equality so therefore our name is a mix of us both."
"I hate it when you use my own sayings against me! Evil genius you are."
"Will you have sex with me if I take off my socks?"
"Nope, now book please."
Santana playfully frowned and handed the book back, but continued to sit on Quinn.
"Are you stuck?"
"Nope, just really enjoy the view."
"Fine, you stay seated and I'll just continue with what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted by sex on legs."
Quinn went back to reading while Santana pushed her top up slightly and started drawing with her finger on Quinn's stomach.
"Please tell me you did not just draw a penis on my stomach?"
"I'm amazed you realized what it was."
"Santana! That's disgusting and so, so wrong! Stop it, if you want to draw something then draw hearts and flowers and our names together or something cheesy like that."
"Fine, no more penises."
A few drawings later Quinn again looked up at Santana.
"What did you draw now? I felt an arrow going up and an arrow going down."
"I wrote 'I love this' and pointed up and down. The up is both towards you and your boobs and down is for your pussy. And for good measurements I drew the 'love' as a heart."
Quinn rolled her eyes.
"You're so mature San, now get up."
"Why?"
"Because I have to pee and then I have to make dinner."
"Can I help you?"
"Pee or cook?"
"Seriously Q, that was your turn being gross. Cook obviously."
"Just asking. Now get up!"
Santana stood up and walked to the kitchen to get out the ingredients they'd need while Quinn was in the bathroom.
"Something I never thought I'd see: Santana Lopez in my kitchen wearing knee highs, short shorts, t-shirt and an apron."
Santana winked at her before handing her an apron.
"Get used to it baby, I'm here every day this week."
"Yay, dinner and a show."
They started cooking together, Quinn making the dinner while Santana was making brownies for dessert.
"You know something that would make you look even hotter?"
Santana looked at her wife.
"What?"
"This."
Quinn took some flour and sprinkled it over Santana's head.
"You did not just do that."
Quinn smiled bit her lip, nodding slowly.
"Well I think yellow really suits you."
Santana, keeping her eyes locked with Quinn's the whole time, took an egg and cracked it over her head causing Quinn to gasp.
"Santana! Oh this means war!"
She smashed an egg onto Santana's head too while Santana threw flour at her and they ended up running around the kitchen throwing flour and eggs at each other while laughing. There was now so much egg on the floor that Quinn slipped and Santana tried catching her, but instead they both fell. They were simply lying next to each other on the floor laughing hard.
"Good game, Lopez. Call it even?"
"Sounds fair. Rematch at some point though."
"I'm up for that. Wait here while I get my phone!"
Quinn ran to the living room and grabbed her phone before returning to the kitchen to lie down next to Santana again.
"Smile!"
She took several pictures of them making funny faces, covered in egg and flour, and it ended with a picture of the two of them kissing. The kiss eventually came to an organic end and Quinn stood up.
"Get up, I want a picture of you that I can post on Facebook!"
Santana stood up and posed for a picture before the timer beeped.
"The brownies are done!"
"Great, take them out and stir the pot, I'll be right back!"
Quinn ran into the living room and transferred the photo to her Mac before logging onto Facebook and posting the photo.
'Santana and I were cooking today, this was the result!"
She caught herself staring at the picture, admiring how amazing Santana looked even covered in yellow and white goo, and she quickly stood up, ran to the kitchen and placed a hungry kiss on her wife's lips.