Sorry I havent updated in a while, I got major writers block. Theres probably about 5 chapters left by the way. I got the idea to this chapter from Friends so all credit goes to them.

This chapter contains Santana having Bentley, Brittany having Mia, and Santana's abuela.

Dedicating this chapter to gleesuperfan98, she helped me A LOT with this chap.

Santana's POV-

After being there when Quinn had Beth and Ian, I got the itch. I was almost five days overdue in the June heat. I wanted nothing more than Bentley to be out of me. I knew that probably sounded really horrible but being nine months pregnant in the blistering heat is like torture. Sam handed me a lemonade and I sat up. I was outside tanning in a bikini.

"I dont know how you manage to look hot and pregnant in a bikini but you do." He smiled starring at my chest.

"You're just saying that because my boobs got bigger." I smirked. He contiued starring, they were D after my boob job but they were close to a DD now.

"Thats definetly a plus." He chuckled sitting down next to me. He was shirtless in plaid board shorts.

"So I was thinking..." I started.

"Oh no." He joked.

"I love Bentley but I want him the hell out of me."

"San!"

"I'm sorry babe, but he's making me uncomfortable."

"You heard what the doctor said, he could come any day." Sam sighed squeezing my hand.

"I know a way that he could come faster, but I need your help." I smiled seductively at him. He looked confused and I sat up.

"Anything babe, what do you need?"

"You." I smirked. I stood up and sat on his chair, leaning in to kiss his trouty mouth.

"San, what are you doing? The doctor said sex could make you have him early." Sam said confused breaking away from the kiss when she put her hands on his lap.

"Thats the point baby." I smiled and kissed him again. I was about to take off my bikini top when he stopped me.

"I would prefer that all your neighbors didnt get to see you like this. Lets go inside." He smirked. I stood up and my water broke.

"Holy crap, Im good." Sam smiled to himself.

"Call an ambulance you asshole!" I spat clutching my stomach. He ran inside while I sat back down. I realized I should call the girls but as I reached for my phone I experienced a horrible pain.

"Sam you asshole get out here! Where are you?! Where is the fucking ambulance?!" I screamed.

"Calm down baby it will be fine. Sorry I took so long I was calling Brittany and your mom to meet us at the hospital." He said trying and failing to calm me down.

"It wont be okay, I'm squeezing a watermelon out of me! But thanks for calling them sweetie."

"Wow hormones are a go." Sam said under his breath which he obviously wasnt good at.

"What did you say to me?" I asked enraged.

"Nothing..." Sam was cut off by the sounds of the ambulance. I spat multiple things at him and the parademics in spanish.

"Is she okay? Do you know what she's saying?" One of the parademics asked.

"Yes, trust me she's fine." Sam sighed probably thanking God none of the paramedics were Latino. We got to the hospital a few minutes later and Brittany and my mom were already in scrubs. Sam went to change and my mom left to grab some ice.

"How are you?" Brittany smiled.

"Im good, just in a lot of pain. Did anyone tell Quinn and Rachel?"

"I texted them both, Rachel's on her way and Quinn's leaving the twins with Puck and her mom." Britt explained.

"Thanks." My mom came back and Brittany walked over to get her phone when she clutched her stomach in pain. Sam who had come back with a doctor caught her and helped her stand up straight.

"Britt whats wrong?"

"How many months are you?" The doctor asked.

"Eight in a half. Im due in five weeks why?" Brittany asked confused.

"I think you're in labor, have you felt anything all day?"

"My back has been hurting..."

"Back labor, call your loved ones we need to get you into delivery." The doctor ordered. A nurse came with a wheel chair for her. I was stunned, I needed my best friend with me.

"I cant, not now. Im scared." Brittany said looking at me.

"You'll be okay, I'll tell Rachel to be with you okay?" She nodded. Her and Rachel had become almost as good as friends as her and me.

They wheeled Brittany away and I started labor a minute after Quinn arrived. She held my hand with my mom and Sam held the other. Two hours later our son was born. At 12:47p.m he was welcomed to the world. Holding him was the best. I looked at him and smiled. He had my dark hair and brown eyes but Sam's mouth and lighter skin.

"He doesnt look like a Bentley." I noted.

"No, more like a James?" Sam suggested.

"Yeah, I like that. James Noah Evans." I smiled.

"Perfect, just like both of you." Sam smiled. I kissed him and wondered how Brittany was doing.

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Brittany's POV-

After having to leave Santana the nurses called my and Artie's mom. I called Artie and he was coming right away. Artie arrvied a few minutes before everyone else did.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked kissing my cheek.

"Yeah, the pain comes and goes." I sighed.

"Just think we'll have Mia in our arms in a few hours." Artie smiled.

"I-I dont want to do this anymore. Its too hard." I frowned.

"You can do anything Brittany. That's why I love you so much. You're amazing and special and wonderful. You always see the best in people which is not something everyone can do. You can do this and it will all be worth it to have her in our arms." Artie took my hand.

"I love you." I leaned over and kissed him.

The nurses came in a few minutes later and said I was ready to go. My mom came just in time and Artie's mom waited outside. At 1:34 p.m. Mia Courtney Abrams was born. She was blonde like me but had Artie's brown eyes. She looked exactly like him which I had been hoping for. Rachel left to tell Quinn and Santana the news. They took her to the nursery after I fed her and I got a wheel chair.

"Now you know how it feels." Artie chuckled as my mom helped me in. A doctor wheeled me to the nursery where we looked at Mia through the glass. She was sound asleep next to the other babies.

"Funny seeing you here." Santana chuckled in a wheel chair that Sam was rolling over.

"Did you have him?" Artie asked.

"Yeah, at 12:47. We named him Bentley Noah Evans." Sam smiled proudly.

"We had Mia at 1:34." I smiled. Santana reached out and held my hand.

"Hey look, they're next to each other." Sam noticed. Sure enough baby boy Evans laid next to baby girl Abrams. I smiled at Santana and Artie took my other hand. I knew everything would be okay.

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