a/n - I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas. I did, with the only exception, I didn't have my wife by my side. Soon enough, hopefully. As soon as our other house sells, she'll be with me here. I also want to wish everyone a Happy New Year. Obviously, our world did not end, so we can all rest assured that our girls will meet each other in the new year to come.

a/n 2 - I am still boycotting Glee. I refuse to watch any reruns of season 4 and any episodes until they are officially back together to stay. I know it sounds harsh, but I think their relationship hasn't been treated fairly or justly. So my only resolution is to not watch. I read all the fluff and happy fics that I can find, with the hopes that somewhere in Glee Fox and RIB Inc realize their terrible mistake and put them back together to stay. Okay, enough of my rant.

a/n 3 - Thanks so much to the new reviews and faves, alerts and views. You guys are awesome. Like I said, you give me inspiration to continue on. I have about 2 or 3 more chapters, including an Epilogue and this story will come to a close. I may take the time to write a one shot or two of their future lives with their families and children. I love happy endings so this will not have a sequel. Just the occasional drabble. Also, I have another story that I am going to start on here soon, so I hope you follow and review that as well. Thanks for everything. Again, thanks to Lyleerose for the constant help. You are amazing. All mistakes are mine. Sorry for any continuity errors or mistakes that you may find. I own them all. Thanks again.

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee, if I did, there would never have been a break-up ep!

28

Brittany POV

This was just too weird. Both of us having dreams and coming up with the exact same names for the boys. Way too weird. But, since we obviously agree on the names, it didn't matter how we came up with them, as long as we finally had them. Now, to figure out how to get and ever growing pregnant Santana into a bridesmaid dress.

"San, I have an idea. We have a couple months before our parents get married, has your dad figured out what he wants you to wear. Pants or dress?" I asked absentmindedly as I was going thru the color swatches my mother sent over.

"I'm not sure. I think I want to wear a dress. If I'm going to be as huge as the freakin Hindenburg, I want to be able to breathe and be comfortable." my fiery Latina frumped.

"Well, my idea was, why don't you get sized for both. I mean, this way, depending on how you feel and what is more comfortable, get both. This way, you have the option to change your mind. If you want." I suggested, smiling and rubbing my hand over her stomach.

"Yeah, you're right. When did you get so smart." she giggled.

"San! San! Did you feel that?" I grinned wide, eyes just as wide as I felt the boys giving a few kicks as I grazed my hand across San's stomach again.

"Yeah, B. I did. They love your touch as much as I do." she smiled, pulling me down for a kiss.

"You know what else I love? The fact that we had almost an identical dream and thought of the exact same names for them. Do you think they were trying to tell us something?" I asked in all seriousness.

"I know they were. They didn't want us to argue over silly names and these were the names that they obviously wanted." she answered back, just as serious.

"We are all connected. What's mine is yours and and what's yours ins mine. I know we've been saying that since day one, but at no time has it ever been more evident than now. I think it's great, wonderful, fantastic, anything you want to add. I'm just so excited. I know what it felt like when Bella was inside of me, but to actually feel this with you, knowing they're inside of you and part of me, there aren't words that say exactly how great this feels." I smiled shyly.

"Okay, so back to the wedding. Pants on hold and dress in waiting?" I asked trying to hold in a chuckle.

"Yes. Britt Britt. I think that's probably the best idea. I'll tell papi that I still want to be in the party and that I have two options for an outfit. Is your mom going to be okay with me wearing pants if that's what I decide? I don't want her to be upset." San asked considerately.

"Babe, stop worrying. She's the one that actually came up with the idea in the first place. I just take credit for asking. She wants you to be involved as much as possible." I say, giving my wife another kiss before turning around and heading for the living room.

We spent the rest of the afternoon going through ideas for an outfit with pants that matched the dresses for the bridal party. I knew that it was getting uncomfortable for San to try on dresses and other things, but I figured if we at least got the main idea of sizes, the rest will come. My only thought was that right in the middle of the ceremony, she's start having contractions and right at that moment when the priest asks if anyone objects, she's hollar out something crude and expletive. God! My worst nightmare. The last thing I wanted was for us to ruin my mother's happiness now that she's finally found it.

One month before the wedding…

Well, here it is…..one month before our parents wedding and the upcoming arrival of twin boys, to say things were a bit chaotic would be a slight bit of an understatement. I've had to deal with the most unpleasant task of my hormonal horny, constant crazy craving, moody mami to be! Don't get me wrong, the hormonal horny was, let's just say, now I know what I put her through when I went through that stage. Although, part of me thinks she was taking advantage of her condition. Not that I'm complaining. We've had some of the best and craziest and lady lovin' sex ever. Gives me some pretty good ideas for another, non-pregnant time. Now the cravings, on the other hand, some of them were about the most disgusting things I could think of. I'm sure mine weren't any better, but dayyyyammmmnnn! Beans and rice with cheddar cheese popcorn. Ugh! Gross. I couldn't even watch her eat it. At least now, the majority of the crazy cravings have passed, I'm just waiting for the rest of the mood swings to pass. Right now, we are in the middle of the sappy, I love you so much stages. I love these one, but she gets so clingy, I almost have another child attached to my leg when I leave for the studio to teach for a few hours.

"But Briiiittt, what if I go into labor and you're not heeerrrree?" I hear my wife pout.

"San, I'm only going to be gone for a few hours. I promise, if something doesn't feel right, call me and I'll be here in 15 minutes tops.

"But, baaaaabyyy, I'm so close to popping, I don't wanna be here alooonne. Please, stay home and take care of meee. I promise to stay out of your way. Pwwwweeeeeezzzeee!" she continued to beg and pout. How the hell am I going to survive with that damn pout?

"Sweetie, I promise. If you feel the slightest bit of pain, I will come rushing home in an instant. The doctor said everything is fine, the umbilical is fine, the boys are fine. You don't have anything to worry about. But, if you start to feel any discomfort or pain, you call me and I will be home in 10 minutes. I'll break all the traffic laws just to get here to you. I promise. Okay?" I reassured my whiny, beautiful, funny, pouty wife. I could egg this on further, but that would only make me later than I already am.

A few hours later….

"San, San! Honey! I'm home. I came as soon as you called." I managed to say in between gasps of air as I ran up through the house and up the steps.

"Oh, hey, B. Why are you out of breath?" my wife asked me.

"What are you talking about? I came home as soon as you called. You sounded frantic and you said it was an emergency. Is Bella okay? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I managed to squeak out, starting to get my breath back and starting to get a little angry.

"Oh, that…sorry. False alarm. I felt a pain, and it didn't go away. But now it's gone. Do you think Bella would look better in this outfit or this one?" she asked, holding up two outfits, oblivious to my growing frustration.

"Oh my God, San. Are you really serious?" I voiced in total frustration now.

"Yeah, Britt. Which one? I'm sorry, I scared you. I didn't know what else to do, so I called. Then 5 minutes later the pain went away, and Bella started to wake up from her nap. So, which one?" she smiled widely at me, knowing she had won another round.

"The pink and white one. Next time, please wait a little bit longer. I don't mind running home, seriously, I don't. But I'd rather come home to a real emergency or a naked wife." I smiled as I kissed her softly and grabbed a pair of diapers for my daughter, as we changed her together.

"I'll keep that in mind…next time." my Latina wife giggled.

Rehearsal dinner…

"Okay, I want the groom and his party on this side, and the bride and her party on this side." the wedding planner announced as we arrived at the restaurant.

"Then, after dinner, I want to meet everyone at the church and we'll start going through the ceremony and then we'll get all the video and audio equipment set up." he continued.

"Okay, everyone, thanks for being here tonight, order whatever you want and don't worry about the cost, it's all been taken care of. Please, enjoy and let's have some fun." Santana's father announced as the waiter's and waitresses started passing out the drinks and taking orders from everyone.

We had the banquet room at one of my mother's favorite restaurants in the city and San and I decided that we would take care of the bill. Part of our gift to them for all the wonderful things they did for our wedding and extended honeymoon. And for all the Bellasitting! We had decided right after our return from our honeymoon to have at least one night to ourselves once every two weeks. We tried to do date night every week, but it became a little hard with everyone's demanding schedule. So every two weeks on Friday or Saturday, we have date night. This way, mom and dad had at least one night of Bella and one night of each other. I wonder what's going to happen when the boys get here. Oh, to be a fly on the wall on babysitting night. I would love to see what goes on. Hmmm, on second thought, maybe not after the kids are in bed. To much Info!

The rest of the rehearsal dinner went smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary happened, except the fact that Santana had to be excused at least 12 times to use the restroom. 11 times was because she actually had to go, the twelfth time, well, let's just say that I had to help her take care of a few aches and pains. To which, when we returned to the table, we had a few smirks, giggles, grins and shame on you's as we passed friends and family back to our seats. I helped San, get seated, then I sat in my own chair, grabbed her hand and stole a small glance at my very, extremely, ready to pop any minute wife. We smiled softly at each other then giggled. Yep, whipped! 100%, for sure, absolutely, positively, without a doubt, WHIPPED! And I wouldn't have it any other way.

After dinner was over, we headed over to the Chapel and prepared for the rehearsal. We had most of the events down and just had a few more preparations to take care of when I heard San gasp and grab her stomach.

"Ooooohhhhh." she gasped.

"San, baby? You okay? Do we need to go?" I asked without taking a breath.

"Noooooohhhh. I just think I need to sit a minute." she said, reaching for the side of the chair.

"San, maybe we should go. We know the rest and I would really just rather get you home and lying down. Please." I begged.

"Okaayyyy. Fuck, Britt Britt, did it hurt like this when you were ready to pop?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes. I was in a lot of discomfort, but it was all worth it. Plus, you were there holding my hand the entire way, just like I will for you." I promised.

"Okay. Can, we, just, ugh. Ouch….Jeez, Britt, we can walk normal. If you push, or pull me, I'm just going to run into everything. Why are you so clumsy all of a sudden?" she smirked.

"I just want to make sure we get you home or wherever we need to be as soon as possible. And I'm not clumsy. It's just the floor hates me, the tables and chairs are bullies and the walls get in the way. Sorry, I'll ….I'll just…you stay here and I'll get the car." I stammered, too worried about my wife to worry about anything else at the moment.

I ran out of the church to our SUV, pulled out front, ran back inside and practically carried my wife to the vehicle. After helping her into the front seat, I ran around to the driver's side, got in and sped away.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" I exclaimed, while doing a u-turn in the middle of the street.

"What? Britt, what's wrong babe?" San asked.

"B, what's wrong, why did you sweeaaaarrrr, oh shit?"

"What? Are you okay? Home or hospital?" I asked, still heading back to the church.

"Home, but first, I think we need to go get our daughter!" San giggled.

"I know. That's why I said shit! I can't believe I forgot we forget Bella! She's going to hate us." I worried aloud.

"B, she's not going to hate us. She's probably not even going to remember, unless we tell her of course. Which, by the way, is going to be one hell of a funny story. Fuuuuuucck!"
I hear my wife cry again.

"What? Tell me. What is it, baby. San, home or hospital?" I asked again, growing more concerned.

"Hooooom- spital. Britt, I think we need to go to the hospital." she cried out again.

"Okay, I'm going to call your dad and let him know, then I'm going to tell Brooke to watch Bella until we get back or whatever. Hold on hon." I said frantically.

I called Mr. L, explained to him the situation, then he gave the phone to my mother. I explained to my mother what happened and that I needed Brooke or her to take care of Bella until we knew what was going on with Santana.

"We're almost there babe. Sorry, I'm just going to pull into the ER doors and we can go from there. Did your water break yet?" I asked.

"No, not yet. I think they're starting to die down. Maybe we can just go home and take a hot bath or something. I really want to pop these little guys out, but I also don't want to miss the wedding if I can help it." San suggested.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to turn around, go home only to come back later. I just want everything to be okay." I relayed, expressing my concern.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's just go home. I promise, if it gets bad or my water breaks, we are on our way back in a heartbeat. I just really don't want to miss my dad's wedding." San said adamantly.

"Okay. I'll call mom and let her know." I said, pressing the last call button to call my mother.

After making the few phone calls I needed to make, I finally pulled into our driveway and headed towards the house. I got San out of the SUV, helped her out and we headed up to the house. I got the bath water ready, then I helped by wife into the tub, crawled in behind her and finally relaxed.

"Mmmmm, this feels much better, huh?" I said, finally relaxing after the long and stressful day.

"Yeah, mmmm, feels good babe. Thanks for bringing us home. I think I really needed this. After these two monkeys get here, can we wait a little while before the next one? I really think we should spend our time watching these ones grow up for a bit. Then maybe when they're 3 or 4 have another. I have a feeling they're going to be a handful." she hummed into my neck as she nuzzled closer and relaxed.

The next day was the big day for the Lopez-Pierce gang. The wedding was in a couple of hours, I had no idea how things were going to play out with San and how close she was to delivering. I did as I promised and hired a complete medical team and ambulance to be on site throughout the entire wedding ceremony and reception for San just in case anything were to happen there. I dressed first, then I helped Bella get into her dress, of course, she looked precious. After I was dressed, I helped San get into her dress, then I packed her pants outfit into a garment bag just in case she wanted to change into them before the start of the ceremony. Either way, whatever outfit she wore, they made her look hot. Even for being 8 and a half months pregnant, my wife was still the hottest woman there. My mother looked radiant and glowing, and my sisters and San's sister looked fantastic. But my wife, was hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! There was no denying our attraction to each other or our love for each other. We just could not look away. Our eyes, were almost constantly locked on each other the entire day.

"San, I'm going to go and help my sisters and my mom. I've got my phone on me, if you need anything, call. I don't care how small it is this time. Anything, you call me and I'll be right by your side. I asked your sister to come in until I get back. I love you and I'll see you soon." I said, kissing my wife and heading out the dressing room and down the hall to my mother.

"I'll be fine. Thanks for everything, B. I love you too." she said, just loud enough for me to hear before I entered the room my mom and sisters were in.

I helped my mother get dressed when Ricky came in and told everyone we looked beautiful and that we had about 10 minutes and we needed to get to our places. I made my way back down the hallway to my wife's dressing room, went inside and helped her with the finishing touches. She had decided to stay in her dress. Her reasoning had been if she was going to pop here, she didn't want to have to deal with getting out of her pants. So, dress it was. Dress, and flats was about the only comfortable things she could muster at the time.

We lined up outside the door as we were ready to walk down the aisle together, but this time for our parents. We were excited and nervous. San had a very restless and uncomfortable night last night. When I was pregnant, I knew I was close, when I couldn't sit or stand still. San was in this state right now. We got to our spot at the end of the carpet, kissed each other, said I love you's and headed to different sides of the steps. Then the music started. I saw, the doors open and out came my mother, dressed in a beautiful spaghetti strapped white gown. She was glowing. I was so happy that my mother was finally happy. I took a glance over to Mr. Lopez and noticed that he was actually crying. When my mother took his hand, he kissed her hand, kissed her cheek, said I love you and you look amazing. The smile that came to my mother was the best smile I had ever seen her smile since my father passed away. This couldn't have been a more beautiful moment. Finally, they walked up the 3 steps to the priest and prepared to recite their vows.

As soon as the priest let my mother and San's father recite their self proclaimed vows to each other, he said the things that he needed to say for the church and for the state. Then, the almighty worst question ever asked came from his mouth.

"And should anyone here object to this union, speak now or forever hold their peace." he announced looking into the crowd.

Thankfully, no one showed up to object, namely the ex, and no one spoke up.

"Then, by the power invested to me by the Almighty Lord and the State of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your spouses." he announced as my mother leaned in to meet my new "step-father" halfway and kiss. As they continued to kiss, and nuzzle noses, the audience applauded and whistled their congratulations.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce Mr. and Mrs. Eduardo and Elizabeth Lopez-Pierce." and again more applause. I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face and the joy in my heart that they were finally and legally together.

"Oooooohhhhhhhh…aaaahhhhhh, Briiiitttttnnyyyyyy!" came a familiar and pained voice.

"Oh shit!" I said as I ran to the other side of the steps.