10th July
Brittany
These past two and a half weeks I have tried to treat Santana like a queen. Every night I spoon Santana and hold Baby Lopez and watch as she falls asleep with a smile on her face.
I'm sitting at the edge of our bed, watching Santana as she sleeps. Every day for the past week, Santana has come home at three o'clock and falls asleep for about two hours. We've also had to sleep with the balcony doors open because she has really bad hot flashes. I remove her arm from the fluffy duvet she's hugging and toss it to the bottom of the bed. I lift her tank top and roll it up to expose her stomach, to keep her cool.
I lean down to her stomach. "I hope you don't get too cold," I whisper and place a kiss just under her belly button. "But I need to keep your Mommy cool, she's sweating up a river," I laugh softly.
"Britt," I snap my head up to lock eyes with Santana.
"Sh*t, I'm sorry. Go back to sleep babe," I smile and kiss her on the cheek.
"No, c'mere," she takes my hand just as I'm leaving and pulls me back down to sit. She pulls down my shoulder so now my head is resting in the crook of her neck. "Hold me?" She asks and I nod slowly to her. She turns on her side and I wrap my around around her waist and I lightly draw circles around her belly button. "Wait, I'm all sweaty," Santana removes my arm from her body and rolls over and hops onto her feet. I sit up and watch as Santana takes her shirt off, revealing a completely naked torso. She tosses the shirt at my face and laughs hysterically.
"Gross," I chuckle, tossing the shirt to the floor. I watch as she picks up one of my shirts and pulls it over her body. "You gonna sweat all over my shirt," I smile as Santana walks over to me and stand in between my legs. I hold her waist and rub up and down her sides.
"You love me, sweat washes out," Santana cups the sides of my face and presses her lips against mine. "Can you remind Rachel and Finn to collect Harley at school tomorrow? We have a very special appointment tomorrow," she reminds me as I slip my hands under the baggy shirt and hold her back. I drag my fingers up and down her spine and I feel her shiver from the tickling sensation.
"Yeah, I'll text them after dinner," I slowly pull her back down and press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I love you," I say sweetly. She smiles at me and then kisses my cheek.
"I love you too," Santana replies just as sweetly. "Can you order some pizza?" She asks me.
"Yeah, what do you want on it?"
"Uh, red pepper, bacon, extra cheese, meatballs and onions."
"Okay, and... Harley!" I call. Santana turns around and sits down on my lap. I hear the pitter-patter of Harley running down the hallway and then she pokes her head into the room. "What pizza do you want?"
"Uh..." She trails and sticks her tongue out ever so slightly. "Sweetcorn and ham," she says in that cute high-pitched tone.
"Okay sweetie," I reply and she runs right back out of the room to play with Tucker. "Now, you go to sleep," I tap her shoulder and she stands up. "You need plenty of sleep if this little one," I poke at her belly. "Is going to cook evenly," I bring tug her waist weakly and so I'm level with her stomach and kiss in the place where I poked. "I'll go order and pick it up," Santana rolls over onto her side and I kiss her cheek. "I love you," I whisper, leaving Santana to sleep.
Quickly, I place the order and hang up my phone. "Momma," I hear Harley calling from her room. I immediately change my course of direction and jog to Harley's room. "Can I collect the pizza with you?" She asks, swinging her legs off the bed. She starts to play with the small scar on her arm from her broken arm. A few weeks ago we got the cast removed and her arm was all better. I remove her fingers from her arm and kiss the scar. "It's gross."
"Scars are awesome," I smirk at her. I crouch down and play with her pinky fingers. "Your Mom has this cool scar on her stomach when the doctors took you out of her tummy. That's cool, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's cool 'cuz now I'm here," Harley shrugs, smiling. I poke her on the nose.
"And I broke my arm when I was younger 'cuz I fell off the fence and I have an awesome scar," I roll up my sleeve and show her the small scar near my shoulder. "We're both very clumsy people," I smile. "C'mon, lets go get dinner," I take her hand and walk her out of the bedroom. "Go put on some shoes," I kiss her head and then push my bedroom door and check to see if Santana is sleeping; and she's snoring peacefully.
Harley is standing in the living room with her shoes on, but they're untied. "Can you help me?" She furrows her eyebrows and points at her shoes.
"Okay," I sit down in front of her and start to tie her laces. "When we get home, I'll teach you how to do this yourself," I poke her ribs, causing her to giggle. "C'mon, lets go get pizza. Your Mom is very hungry," I lift her over my shoulder and quickly run outside and down the stairs. I hear her laugh and squeal and pat her hands across my back.
"Momma, put me down!" She giggles, as I push the door open and walk into the car park. I pull out the car keys and open the car so I can buckle her into the car seat. Cheekily, I stick my tongue out and then hop behind the wheel.
The next day...
"You okay B?" Santana takes my sweaty hand and rubs my knuckles with the pad of her thumb. Ever since we arrived at the hospital, my hands have been sweating.
"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous," I grip her hand tighter and kiss along all of her knuckles. "Are we telling our parents tomorrow?" I ask, running my fingers over the back of her palm. Tomorrow, Santana, Harley and I are driving to Lima to see out parents and I'm going to attempt to talk to my Dad. "Its your choice baby, you're the pregnant one."
"Uh, I want to tell them tomorrow. Or at least on the trip down there," just as Santana says that a ginger doctor walks pokes his head out of the room.
"Santana Lopez," he says, looking around the waiting room. I take Santana's hand and stand up. "Awesome, come on in," he says with a cheery tone.
"Britt, he's ginger," Santana says lowly next to my ear. "The only ginger I trust is Miss Pilsbury. Even her I don't fully trust."
"Wait 'till you find out who he is," I squeeze her hand and walk through the doorway.
"Ladies, welcome. I'm Dr Hector Pillsbury," he sits down in his spinning office chair and crosses his legs. I can see the guy likes to get comfortable.
"By any chance are you related to Emma Pillsbury?" Santana stutters, just as shocked as I was when I heard his name.
"Yeah, she's my sister."
"Okay, I think I'm starting to like this guy," Santana whispers as we watch Hector move things around his desk. He's a neat guy too.
"Well, your results have come back Miss Lopez and I can confirm that you are definitely pregnant," he smiles as Santana sits down on the bed. I drag a chair next to her and squeeze her hand. "What I can do for you today is predict the due-date," he tells us. "And see a little picture of your little, little baby," I squeeze Santana's hand tighter. "Okay, hop up, I'm sure you know the drill," he looks to Santana who nods. She squeezes my hand back because she knows this is my first time and wants to comfort me.
He asks Santana a bunch of questions as he sets up, some just trying to make conversation and some to do with her first pregnancy so he gets to know more about what she knows, then something about her last period so he can calculate the due date. I look around the room aimlessly; at the posters and the models in the shelves. I'm scared. I'm f*cking scared. Santana knows what to expect, I don't. I wasn't with her the last time and there is no way I'm gonna look for Darren for advice.
"Britt," Santana whacks me on the chest to grab my attention. The lights are dimmed and Dr. Pillsbury is squeezing a bunch of gel onto Santana's stomach. I look up and link my pinkie with hers. He brings out the transducer thing and starts to move it around her stomach. Santana takes her hand and moves my face so that I see the screen. My heart is pounding in anticipation of seeing my baby.
"Ok-ie dok-ie ladies, this little thing right here is your baby," he points to a tiny dot on the screen.
"Oh my God." I gasp, smiling at Santana. "It's so God damn cute," I cup my face with my hands.
"The baby is, as you can see, not very baby like and hasn't grown any bodily features, so lets seen if we can try and see if we can hear the heartbeat." he explains. I nod slowly. Santana squeezes my hand. "I'm gonna print a couple of these of for you ladies."
We didn't get to hear the heartbeat, it must've been too early. Seeing the baby on screen made everything seem so real. I love this baby so much more than I ever realised.
We're on our way home and I'm sitting in the car with my knees up to my chin. The sonogram picture that I've got is lying on my thighs, turned around and I'm writing on the back.
"Whatcha doin' Britt?" Santana briefly looks over at me, slowing the car down in the traffic. I glance up at Santana and smile quickly.
"Just writing down names," I say quietly.
"You seem kinda quiet," she squeezes my knee comfortingly.
"I just didn't know what to do, it was really overwhelming," I smile weakly, continuing to write. "It was an amazing experience. I feel like a part of me has been filled, and a part of my heart has been filled that I didn't know needed to be filled," I tell her, sticking my tongue out and continuing to write.
"What sort of names have you got?" She asks and I look up to see where we are. She's pulled into the gas station. I feel her peek over my shoulder to look at what I've written. "They're cute," her tanned finger is dragged down the small list of names. "When Harley was born I asked my Dad to name her," she rubs the small of my back. I look up at Santana. Her belt is unbuckled and she's leaning over the console in the middle. "And I want you to name this one," she smiles. "You've been thinking so much about this so I think you'd have the best name."
"But it's our baby, and you're going to be carrying them around for nine months, we should name him or her together," I say. I swivel around so that I'm facing her. "This time its different, I'm here this time with you and I want you to help me name our kid." She sigh and kisses my lips.
"Remember when you told me that you'd never forgive me for never telling you about Harley?" Santana asks, placing her hand over mine. "Do you forgive me for that?" There's silence in the car for a while as I think. I drop the picture and pen into my lap. My fingers find the picture and turns it over so I can run my thumb over it.
"Uh, I forgive you. But I will never forget," I lift my hand to squeeze her fingers. "Forgiven but not forgotten."
"Okay," I feel a lingering kiss on my cheek. "I love you."
11th July
We're on the road to Lima. We've been on the road for two hours and I'm switching with Santana so that I can drive the rest of the way. We left at two so we should be in Lima by seven o'clock for dinner. It's been hard keeping Harley awake. My baby girl likes to sleep in the car. I noticed Santana's start to droop, since this is usually the time of day where she drinks her coffee (but she can't because she's pregnant), so I made her pull over at the gas station and swap with me.
"Princess?" I turn around and shake Harley's leg. "Hey, do you want me to put some music on?" I ask as Harley rubs her eyes and then opens them widely. She smiles and nods her head quickly. Santana swings her legs back into the car and hands me a bottle of Dr. Pepper and Harley a bottle of water. "Thanks baby. I love you," I lean over and kiss her lips. I start the car up and automatically put on the radio. Gotta love me a little bit of Coldplay. But I know that Harley will fall asleep to this song.
I love this song because I would sing this to anyone I love. To Santana, to Harley and to Baby Lopez. It reminds me of all of them and whenever I listen to this song, I think of all of them because they're the three people I love the most in this world and I'd do anything for them.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow".
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into
Something beautiful,
Do you know,
You know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
'Cause you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
I glance at Santana who's on her phone, texting someone. She's humming along. When she realises I'm looking at her, Santana looks up and smiles. "What?" She laughs. I shrug before bringing my attention back to the road. I can tell as I continue to drive, Santana is looking at me with her hand on her stomach, singing softly to herself.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into
Something beautiful,
Do you know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
"I love you Britt, so much," Santana reaches over and squeezes my bare thigh.
"I love you too."
As I said, Harley did fall asleep.
We managed to wake Harley up and get her out of the car without any complaints from her. I check my phone and see that we have arrived on time. It's seven o'clock. Santana stands in front of Harley and me and knocks on the door. We've come to my Mom's house first but I know that Santana's family are inside because I can hear Mr. Lopez singing loudly.
"Hey girls!" My Mom exclaims, opening her arms. Santana walks into them and hugs her tightly. "There's my little girl," she bends down and instantly Harley jumps into my Mom's arms. Harley has warmed up to my Mom so much and is completely obsessed with her.
"Hi, Mom, I love you too," I say sarcastically when my Mom walks inside with Harley, not even acknowledging me. Santana laughs softly and takes my hand, pulling me into her. Santana and I talk to Mr and Mrs Lopez quickly.
I look around the house and see that my Dad is definitely not here. All of his stuff is gone so I'm positive he's moved over to France with his other family. But, Nicholas and his family have arrived. Nick has a boy and a girl, the ginger twins, called Ashely and Daniel and they're nine. "Hey Nick," I hug him from behind. He's standing in the kitchen, washing some dishes.
"Hey Britt," he turns around and returns the hug, but squeezing me tighter. We fall into a easy conversation and go on for a couple of minutes.
"Aunt Britt!" Both Daniel and Ashely run down the stairs and hug me around the waist. I haven't seen them in ages. I crouch down to their level. When they were younger, I'd always show them magic tricks so I immediately fall into the same routine. Harley runs into the room and I get her acquainted with her cousins. I show her some of the tricks which absolutely amazes her.
9PM
Nick took Ashely and Daniel back to his home and returned back here about ten minutes ago. Santana is nudging me as we sit on the sofa. I sit up and she brings herself to my ear. "Let's tell them," she whispers lowly.
"Are you sure baby?" I ask her and she nods quickly. "Okay," I sit up and rest my hand in her lap. "Guys," I grab their attention. Everyone cocks their head towards us. "Uh, we have to-"
"Mi Santanita is pregnant," Maribel blurts out.
"Mami!" Santana basically pounces out of her seat.
"What is it not true?"
"Yeah, it is but you weren't suppose to know!"
"Oh, I know my babies body inside and out, I know when you're pregnant Santanita," Maribel smiles. "Come here girls," she says. She outstretches her arms.
"My Brittany is having a baby!" Mom stands up and claps quickly. "Oh my God," just as we all get into a conversation about the baby and how Santana is feeling, the doorbell goes off. I offer to open the door and my Mom follows me quickly. I swing open the door. The person that's standing behind the door... Let's just say I didn't expect to see them.
"Hi Daddy."
A/N: Well...
Santana and Brittany had a cuddle fest at the beginning and that was pure fluff. Then Brittany and Harley had a moment.
They went to the first ultrasound. It's Brittany's first time at an ultrasound. And she loved it.
Then they headed to Lima and told the parents about the baby.
Then someone showed up at the door. It was Brittany's Dad. Let's just say next chapter will be drama-filled.
Oh, I want to know whether you'd like a boy or a girl? And leave some name suggestions please!
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