Santana

That evening

"San," I hear Brittany call from the bathroom.

"Yeah baby," I reply, sitting on the bed and pulling my full attention to the laptop. Our parents are out right now so I'm studying a case for work, just something small, and trying to build a list of evidence for my client.

"I know that you're only like 2 months along, but I was thinking about a name," she flushes the toilet and runs from the bathroom. She jumps onto the bed on her knees. I raise my eyebrow at her.

"I know you've been thinking of a name," I chuckle, remembering the little list of names Brittany came up with after our first ultrasound.

"Well, what I was thinking is that we should name him or her after one of our parents, like Harley," she moves the laptop off my lap, and after I save my work, she turns it off. I run my fingers through her blonde locks when she lays her head on my lap. "Anyway, I was thinking that if it's a girl, then we should name her after your Mom, Maribel. And... I really like your Dad's middle name, so for a boy then we can use Mateo," she tells me in a really cute spanish accent.

"Whilst I love those names babe, I think that we should use them for middle names," I smile down at her and then kiss her on the lips. She seems so much more happier and bubblier than yesterday. "But I absolutely love the thought baby."

"Okay, and I think we should make a list and when the time is right that Harley could pick out the name that she wants," she tells me. As much as I would like to include Harley in this pregnancy, I don't think she should pick the name because knowing my luck she'd pick the one I like the least.

"I told you, I really want you to pick the name, like really really really want you to pick the name," I widen my eyes like a sad puppy and stick my bottom lip out. "Please," she rolls her eyes up and me and smiles.

"But I'm not gonna tell you until the baby is born," she smirks at me. "That, or we get Harley to pick the name," she shrugs. I chuckle softly and shake my head. My girl likes to test me sometime.

"Okay, I'll let you pick the name. But we have to write a list of names we both like," I lean down and kiss her nose. She nods in confirmation and then leans up to pull me into a kiss. "I love you," I sigh when we part.

"Can I ask you something?" She sits up and takes me hands. She sits in a V and I cross my legs, facing her. "Why did you name Harley, Harley?"

"I told you Britt, my Dad named her," the side of my lips tug up. She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows. "Okay, maybe I inspired him to name her Harley."

"Proceed."

"We were sitting on the sofa and it was a week before my due date, but only a day before I had Harley," I start. "And we were watching the Suicide Squad, the one with Harley Quinn. Then I fell asleep and when I woke up my Dad was watching Epic Meal Empire, Harley Morgenstein," I laugh quietly and Brittany purses her lips to stop the fits of laughter. "Its a perfect name for a boy or a girl."

"So, your Dad named her Harley after Harley Quinn and Harley Morgenstein? The villain from Gotham and the guy who eats everything?" Brittany bites her lip and leans forward near me. "Our baby girl is the coolest little girl ever," not being able to contain myself any more, I grab the back of her neck and pull her onto my lips. "Just so I know, you're not turned on because we're talking about baby names, right?" She pushes me down and hovers over my body.

"No, you're just really really sexy," I husk, pulling her body onto mine.


9AM

Brittany waddles behind me, holding my waist as we walk into the kitchen. "Good morning," I yawn. I'm surprised to see my Mom and Dad still here. "Mami, Papi," I smile. They both wave enthusiastically. I navigate around the table and find Oscar, Alyssa and Julia sitting next to each other. Brittany kisses my cheek and then joins her Mom in cooking the breakfast. This morning, Nicholas took Harley with his children to the park. "No eggs," I tell Brittany, walking past her and then sitting down.

"Hey, I'm Oscar," the young, pale man leans over and shakes my hand. He has his mother's hazel eyes and dusty blonde hair. Definitely more like his mother, but I do see some Pierce in there. Brittany told me that he's twenty-two and Alyssa is his twin sister. Twins run in Brittany's family... Yup. Possibility of twins is high. Anyway, Alyssa has dark brown locks and blue eyes, plenty of Pierce freckles. Definitely more like a Pierce. "I heard about the baby, and congratulations, I wish you both the best," he smiles sweetly at me.

"Thank you," I look at Brittany who's hiding the eggs from me knowingly. Her attention is averted when the door opens and closes. I hear the voiceS of Harley, Nicholas, his kids and Brittany's Dad, Matthew. She tells her Mom something and then walks over to me.

"Stand next to me," she takes my hand and I stand up. She tucks me under her arm. The whole family walk into the large kitchen and Harley makes a bee-line for Brittany and me. She hugs my leg and smiles up at me. Matthew explains that he saw Nicholas walking back from the park and gave him a lift here. He tells me that he's sorry for treating me the way he did back in High School. Brittany tugs me tighter towards her and kisses my cheek. "Dad," Brittany reaches forward and takes his wrist before he can walk away. "Can we talk to you?" He nods and turns back around to walk into the living room. I walk in first and then I see Brittany carrying Harley in.

"And who is this?" Matthew asks, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa to Brittany. I'm sitting in the armchair across from them.

"Dad, this is Harley," she sits Harley in between them, but still closer to her. "Harley, this is your Poppy, my Dad. Remember when we came to Lima before and I said my Dad was working so he can see you," I see Matthew's face drop sadly. "Well, he's here now to see you. He's like you're 'Buelo, but he's my Dad," Harley's face brightens. Matthew takes the first nervous step towards Harley. Exactly the same thing that Brittany did when she first met Harley. He sticks his hand out to meet Harley's and she furrows her eyebrows.

"Momma, he being all adulty," Harley says quietly to Brittany. Matthew chuckles softly to himself.

"Mija, just hug him," I lean forward to lean on my fists. Just as Mr Pierce looks at me, Harley jumps and wraps her arms around his neck. Only my daughter would be this confident. The older man freezes slightly. I see Brittany cover her mouth with her hands. She doesn't look back at me, she continues to watch as Matthew wraps his granddaughter in his strong, tattooed arms. I see him bite his lips and a few tears prick his eyes. He's a manly man, so we know he won't cry in front of us. But, I can see that Brittany is crying softly.

I stand up and sit behind Brittany, rubbing up and down her arms. I walk my fingers down her arm and intertwine our fingers. "This is a good moment, this is something I never thought I'd see," she tells me honestly. I squeeze her hand tighter. Her Dad looks at us over Harley's shoulder and mouths 'thank you,' he looks at me specifically 'I'm sorry'. I shake my head, knowing we'll probably talk about it later, not in front of Harley. Brittany turns her head to face me. "Should we tell him about the baby?" She asks me. I nod my head quickly and lean forward to peck her lips quickly. We wait a while and listen as Harley tells Matthew all of these stories.

"Harley, how 'bout you go and play with Daniel and Ashely? They're outside waiting for you," I say as Brittany leans forward and runs her finger through Harley's hair. The little girl leans back and Brittany sets her on the floor. She says 'see yah later' to her Poppy and runs out of the room, unknown to how amazing that moment was.

"She's kind of... Well," Matthew starts, with a smile plastered on his face. He furrows his eyebrows, trying to think of a word. "Amazing?" He says. "I don't know, she's so much more different than Ashely and Daniel," the smile doesn't come of his face when he stops talking. "The first hispanic Pierce," he smirks at me. "She's beautiful Santana," he nods at me.

"I'm bias, but she's pretty beautiful," I shrug. "We wanted to tell you something, actually," I begin, nudging Brittany to carry on.

"Well, you didn't get a chance to be Harley's Poppy from the beginning, we'd like to tell you that you have another chance because Santana is pregnant," she turns her head around again and smiles. "We're having another baby," she confirms to her Dad.


2PM

I join Harley outside as soon as Ashely and Daniel have to leave to go home. She's pretty upset because I think she's actually gotten quite close to them. "Mija, how about me and you get some ice cream before dinner?" I crouch down and lean my chin on her shoulder. She turns around quickly and nods her head. "Okay, c'mon," I lift her up slowly and leave when I get comfortable. "Britt," I tap Brittany's shoulder as she talks to Oscar about business stuff. "I'm taking Harley to get some ice cream," I tell her and kiss her cheek. She tells me to put down Harley, out of concern, and then kisses my lips. When we get outside, I set Harley on the floor.

"When are you and Momma getting married?" She squeezes my hand tighter to get my attention.

"Hopefully, next August, why?" I tell her.

"'Cuz I really want to buy a dress," she tells me. "I want blue," she lets go of my hand and jumps in front of me, excited from the thought of a dress. I almost think she's as excited to get a dress as I am. "But I want silver, 'cuz they're the best colours," oh how Rachel Berry would beg to differ. She continues to talk about dresses and the wedding, and begging for a little brother, until we get to the ice cream bar. I sit Harley on the chair and order us two ice cream's.

"Is this the right flavour?" I ask, setting down the strawberry ice cream in front of her. She nods quickly. She furrows her eyebrows at the ice cream before speaking up.

"Helado de fresa," she points out, moving the spoon around the bowl. I think it's so cute that she points everything out in Spanish whenever we're eating something. I use to prompt her to tell me what it was, but now she does it by herself. I pull out my phone to take a picture of her when she crosses her eyes, looking down at the ice cream before telling her to stop because I know its not the best thing for your eyes. How do you think Brittany ended up with glasses at the age of ten?

"Awesome," I stick my thumbs up for her. "Harley, what do you think of Poppy Matthew?" I ask her, swirling the chocolate ice cream around my bowl.

"He was cool, but he kept shaking when I was hugging him, like Momma does sometimes. And he was breathing weirdly too," she explains to me. I think for a moment. Maybe the reason Brittany has anxiety is because of her Dad. "But he's really nice, he was colouring with me, Ashely and Daniel in the garden before," maybe Brittany's Dad isn't all that bad. From what I've seen so far, he seems really nice. At least definitely nicer than the last time I saw him, he's a changed man.

"Well, he might be moving to Chicago soon so he can build a dance studio with Momma, would you like to see him more often?" I ask, reaching over to stop her from tapping the spoon against the bowl. She drops the spoon into the bowl and nods quickly. "Cool."

"Are you gonna come and see my dance recital next week?" She asks me excitedly. Then, she sits on her knees and leans on her hands in front of her on the table.

"Of course I'm gonna come see it. I bet you dance just like your Momma," I tease Harley, causing her blush and lean back. She shrugs and smiles sweetly at me, showing off her insanely deep dimples. When she was born, I was so hormonal and emotional I thought that someone had cut little holes into her cheeks. "You're so much like Brittany, more so than anyone can see," I tell myself quietly. Harley fell asleep only a few minutes after she was born. When she was put in my arms, the first thing she did was open her eyes. That's when I fell in love with her, when I saw her beautiful blue eyes. Everyone thinks she's just like me, but the more I see her grow, the more like Brittany she becomes.

"Mommy," Harley snaps me out my day dream. "Momma's here," she whispers loudly, leaning across the table. I see Brittany approach our table, waving wildly. She goes straight to Harley's side and slides in next to her. She lifts Harley into her lap. Whenever they're next to each other, that's when I see it. The resemblance. These are the moments where I completely regret not telling Brittany. I breathe in deeply and shake my head of any sad thoughts.

"I'm gonna get more ice cream, who wants drinks?" Brittany asks. She looks at me right in the eyes and raises her eyebrows. "Water for you, San," she winks at me. I roll my eyes at her. She knows that I need to drink as much as possible, something about the baby cooking evenly. She gets me.


9PM

"Harley really likes your Dad, Britt," I tell her, throwing on some loose pyjamas, including Brittany's boxers. I look around me, we should probably sort out our clothes instead of throwing them all on the floor. Actually, I think its just my clothes. I turn around and see Brittany changing. In the mirror, she makes eye contact with me and smiles. She jumps on the bed and takes my hands to pull me into her arms. "She told me something that got me thinking."

"What was that? I don't like you thinking to intensely, the baby won't cook evenly," she whispers into my ear, leaning back onto the pillow. She holds me loosely on the thighs and peppers kisses all over my neck.

"Um, when Harley was hugging your Dad, she said that he was breathing weirdly and he was shaking a lot," I say, leaning my head back onto her shoulder. "Do you think maybe you got your anxiety from your Dad?" I ask her slowly. I feel her shrug and then bury her face in my hair. "Baby? Do you think its because of how he treated you, or do you think its biological?"

"Probably both. I don't think its either one of them. I always noticed when he was around me, he showed lots of anxiety symptoms. I didn't know at the time, but I think I understand it more now," she tells me truthfully. The blonde slips her hand into mine and squeezes it. "I've never made the connection before though. Thank you."

"Britt, you would've made the connection sooner or later, trust me, you would've noticed it," I reassure her, shaking her hand. She retracts her hand from my thighs, and they travel up my legs until they reach my stomach.

"San," she whispers, running her fingers up and down my stomach.

"Yeah," instead of answering verbally, she takes my hand and puts it where her hand is. That's when I feel it. The tiniest little bump has appeared. When I was pregnant with Harley I only started showing around sixteen weeks, but Dr. Pillsbury told us that I would start showing a lot earlier. Still, this is totally unexpected. It's like baby Lopez just popped up randomly.

"Baby kidney bean has showed up," she takes my waist and helps me flip over so I'm facing her. The smile on her face is one of the biggest I've ever seen. When Brittany smiles, its like an angel is born or something. "Your pregnant," she says randomly, causing my eyes to furrow. "Like, this bump just makes it all so real," I take off my t-shirt, to give her full access to my belly. Immediately, she starts pressing small kisses all over my belly, holding me by the waist. "I love you so much San."

"I love you too," this night has been perfect. Actually, this whole day has been perfect. And just to put the cherry on the cake, Baby Lopez number 2 had appeared. My hands drop to my stomach, my thumbs immediately rub up and down. Right now, I'm on the edge of crying, laughing and just kissing Brittany like my life depends on it. So I do all three. I giggle as Brittany tickles up and down my sides. When our lips connect, I cup the sides of her face and start crying out of complete excitement. She rests her forehead on mine and tears are glossing her eyes. "I've never thanked you Brittany," I say, crying softly and sniffling.

"You don't need to thank me for anything San," she shakes her head, now crying to. Guess my crying is contagious.

"No, I do. Thank you for giving me Harley. Thank you for giving me this baby to carry, thank you," through all my crying, I manage to wrap my arms around her neck, and kiss her more passionately than I ever have before.


A/N: I know that was all fluff, so I hope you enjoy fluff guys. A break from all of that dramatic shit.

Firstly, we learned what the middle names of our baby Lopez will be. I would like to thank a Guest for giving me the name Mateo! Much appreciated.

Then we had Harley meeting Matthew, Brittany's Dad, and hugging him.

Then we had them go out for ice cream.

Lastly, my favourite bit to write, Baby Lopez showed up. I know that in second pregnancies, women tend to show a lot earlier, as early as five weeks. Santana is about 7 1/2 weeks along so it's normal.

Oh, and we met Oscar and Alyssa.

Please keep on suggesting first names. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl? What do you want him/her to look like? What would be your ideal Baby Lopez?

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