CHAPTER 34
Santana and I froze under their gaze while the two of them just looked to each other and laughed. We were freaking caught and they knew it, but in a last attempt to save us; I slipped on my poker face and spoke up.
"What?" I gasped a little too dramatically, my hand going up to rest at my chest, "What on Earth makes you think that? That's preposterous!" I ranted, doing my best at being shocked, "Completely absurd, right San?" I turned to San only to find that she too was trying to stifle her laughter.
"The jig is up, Britt.." She whispered, nudging me with her elbow. Not like it was working anyway, but my mom and Quinn looked pretty amused. San set her hand on my arm, squeezing gently at it as she leaned over and mumbled, "Nice try though!" I smiled lovingly down at her, catching the way her cheeks were bunching and her nose crinkling, before looking back at the pair.
"Alright, who told you.." I sighed, as I set my hand on my ship and narrowed my eyes playfully at them.
"Honey, no one had to tell us anything." Mom laughed as she patted Quinn's knee, "Mothers just know, I guess.."
"Oh yeah, I definitely knew something was up!" Quinn giggled, "Ever since we went dress shopping and all of a sudden Santana wasn't interested in showing off her goods for all the world to see, something sneaky was going down. I knew I should've paid more attention when that crazy lie about her not liking coffee anymore came up too." I bit down on my bottom lip trying to keep from smiling at the memory of Quinn bringing us Tropical Smoothie that one day and how adamant I was about switching smoothies with Santana. "Someone doesn't just randomly give up coffee because they don't like it anymore, it's Santana, coffee like runs through her veins. Not to mention it's the sole reason you two are even together! And remembering how strict you were about my no caffeine diet when I was pregnant, your behavior rang a few bells." Santana and I looked to each other, silently trying to figure out how we were going to go about this considering instead of telling everyone tomorrow, the secret's already halfway out. We could've asked them to keep it a secret until we tell everyone, but my mom has no idea what keeping a secret even means.
"Also Britt's been very skittish lately and you know it's noticeable because she's only been home for less than 8 hours," Mom cut in keeping her smiling eyes on me before turning to Quinn, "Classic Brittany back from when you were pregnant, right Q?" Quinn nodded in agreement as my mom turned to look over at San and I again. "And Santana, dear, your moods change faster than Bryce's friend switches boyfriends, something's definitely up." San's lips parted slightly but she quickly shut them again, no use trying to come up with some lame excuses, the secrets out! "It's funny you guys actually thought you were being subtle too." My cheeks flushed at her statement and I could just feel the tips of my ears turning pink in embarrassment. Now were the times when I wished my skin wasn't so pale because when I'm flustered or embarrassed, there's no denying it. Santana on the other hand, it really takes a lot to be able to see her blush. I can tell because I know her so well, but to everyone else she's just normal. I took one glance in her direction and I knew she was blushing.
"Well..since there's no use in lying about it any longer," San sighed; shuffling over to lean into me then rested her hands on her belly, "To answer your question, I'm due in mid July. I'm a little over 16 weeks." The smile that appeared on my mom's face when Santana told her the news was priceless. It was like a mixture of excitement and surprise that all she could do was look back at Quinn who was smiling smugly, probably because she figured it all out before we told, and laugh.
"Oh, come here you two!" She beamed and threw her arms out and gestured for the both of us to come closer. Seeing how happy hearing the news made my mom and Quinn kind of cancelled out how bummed San and I were because we couldn't tell them on our own. "You guys are going to be wonderful parents, I just know it." She mumbled proudly as she buried her head between me and San's, her arms wrapping tightly around both of our shoulders.
"Thanks mom." I replied, bringing my hand up to rub at her back. "That means a lot." I felt her nod against my shoulder as she let her arms drop from around us then took a step back, smiling at the both of us.
"You've got to let me tell your dad, Britt, he's going to be so excited!" She begged, cupping her hands together and shaking them before us.
"No way, mom, you guys already ruined our surprise by being super smart." I laughed, "You gotta leave us something.."
"Awh, fine then." She sighed, dropping her hands, but still kept a smile on her face, "I wanna be there when it happens though!"
"Of course," Santana answered, slipping her hand into mine then gave it a gentle squeeze, "We were planning to tell everyone at the same time."
"Yeah, at breakfast tomorrow!" I added, looking at my mom already squirming with anticipation. "But I'm thinking we're going to have to do it sooner since the two of you can't be trusted when it comes to secrets."
"Hey!" Quinn and my mom said in unison, ready to protest.
"I only trust Bella when it comes to keeping secrets.."
"Ehem.."
"And Santana," I added quickly and sent her a wink, "I trust her too."
"Fi-wait a second," Quinn paused with her hand in the air then ducked her head down a little to stare at me with narrowed eyes, "My daughter knows about this?" She asked breathlessly. I looked to San then back to Quinn and nodded. "So you told my daughter but you didn't tell me?" Quinn gasped, "I'm hurt."
"We didn't tell Bella anything." Santana laughed at Quinn's offended state, "She figured it all out before you did, it was kind of creepy actually."
"And she didn't tell a single person and she's known pretty much the whole time." I added proudly, "That's a good secret keeper right there." Mom laughed while Quinn just shook her head.
"Well, enough of that, bring everyone in here or wherever you want," Mom cut in, clapping her hands excitedly, "I wanna see the look on all their faces!"
"You want to?" I whispered, leaning over to San. "We can totally wait if you want, it's our decision. We can just ignore her." Her eyes flickered from Quinn's to mine and then there were those same cartoon hearts beating against her deep browns as she grinned dreamily at me.
"I want to," She nodded solemnly, "This secret is getting heavy anyway."
"Awesome." I cheered, bouncing on the tips of my toes. "Well, time to call everyone over."
"Oh, let me." Mom offered and started making her way to the living room yelling, "Bring'em out, bring'em out!" in the most swagged out voice she could muster. Quinn and I instantly started snickering; it's been years since we heard that tone come out of her, while San just stared after her, her head tilted to the side in confusion.
"Britt, I swear," San stammered, her eyes glazing over as my mom kept calling out the same thing, "If she starts rapping, I think I'll just die.."
"When we were younger, the only way my mom could successfully gather everyone was to start singing loudly or even worse rap." I explained over my mom's terrible impersonation of Jay Z, "She only did the latter when it was something urgent though.."
"Oh God, that's hilarious." San giggled, clutching her belly out of habit as the three of us watched my mom pace the hallway connecting the kitchen to the living room and garage all while throwing these made up gang signs in the air.
Minutes later the garage door flung open with dad leading Sam to the source of the yelling while Bryce, Bella, and Kenzie followed close behind as the rest of us joined mom in the dining room.
"What's wrong? Did someone lose a finger or something?" Dad asked in a panic, "Quick, all of you, show me your hands."
"Dad.." I sighed but he was way past listening so I nudged San a little, nodding for her to join us as we all held up our hands like it was some sort of routine. Ever since Bryce almost cut her finger off when she was helping Quinn in the kitchen once a super long time ago, this has become a little family routine.
"Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten." He started to count off as he looked to all of our hands while my mom just snickered and leaned over to San.
"Gee, I wonder where she gets her over protectiveness from.." She teased making me shoot her a frown. I'm not that protective..not really.
"Ten. Ten. Te-"
"Honey, no one's lost a finger..this is something different." My mom interrupted, making dad pause and look around at all our hands with raised brows. "Brittany and Santana want to tell us something." And just like that, all eyes, all seven pairs of them, were on us.
"Is it time, Britt?" Bella whispered in a voice low enough so that only I could hear as she pushed past through everyone's legs to tug at my shirt. I looked down at her and gave her a small grin and nodded. Her cheeks bunched cutely at my answer and just like my mom, she clapped excitedly and wiggled back against the sea of legs so she could witness everyone's reaction too.
"Well.." Santana hummed, her hands coming together to fiddle. I looked to her and for the first time in a long time, she actually looked a little nervous which was weird because having everyone stare at us wasn't an uncommon thing. We're famous; people are staring at us all the time. I guess this time is different because this time a secret that we've been keeping for months is finally ready to surface and it seems a little daunting. I set my hand comfortingly on the small of her back, a reminder that I'm still here and she's not alone in this, as I shuffled closer to her. "Well, Britt and I-uhm-we're-"
"PREGNANT!" I finished, the excitement in me becoming too much that I just needed to get it out. Everyone's face filled with big smiles, "Well, she's pregnant..I'm not. There are no buns in this oven, not for now at least.." San shot me a quick smile as we watched everyone take in the news. Just as we expected, everyone was ecstatic! They all congratulated us and told us how we'd make perfect parents, even Bryce had something nice to say, it was sort of rare when she'd say things that weren't cryptically sweet, then went on to tell their own little stories of how they suspected something was up, which I found hilarious because even Kenzie had a story.
"Damn, babe, so much for poker faces and keeping things on the down low." I joked after everyone had quieted down a little. She just nodded, a soft smile playing at her pouty lips. "You look tired.." I whispered after everyone had gone back to what they were doing before mom decided on to give her impromptu performance. We were still sitting at the now cleared dining table, her body so close to mine that we'd probably be sharing the same chair.
"Yeah, I've been trying to act all natural so they wouldn't suspect anything.." She sighed, a little yawn escaping through her pause, "I knew if I said I was going to sleep an hour ago, Bryce would've definitely been suspicious. But I guess now that everyone knows, they won't mind me calling it a night."
"Baby, if you're tired..you're tired." I replied, "You could've just blamed it on the travelling.."
"True." She shrugged lazily, "I think I'm gunna head up now, I'm so sleepy I could possibly fall over on you."
"And I'd totally catch you." I laughed then nodded over to the living room where most of everyone was, "I'll just say goodni-"
"B, you don't have to sleep just because I am." She interrupted, "I know you probably want to spend time with Bryce.."
"Well..I did sort of want to pick on her about how she looks at Kenzie." I smirked, "God, babe, you should see her.." San beamed at that while I continued to ramble, "It's the funniest thing."
"I bet." San laughed tiredly, "Well, I'm gunna start going up now. Tell them I said goodnight." I nodded as she pressed a quick kiss to my cheek then I watched her slowly ascend the stairs up to my room.
I had been sitting with everyone for about 3 minutes but my mind kept drifting back to Santana. It was kind of sad how I missed her little snarky comments because as I listened to Bryce's story, I could almost hear Santana's hilarious remarks. It was like my brain even paused Bryce's story every few seconds because it was so used to hearing Santana and her little comments.
It took me 30 seconds to decide that I really just wanted to head up to bed, so with that in mind, I said my goodnights and made my way upstairs. I could see through the little crack under the door that the lights were still on so I knew Santana had to still be awake; she can't really fall asleep with the lights on which is why the curtains over our bedroom windows at home are so dark. I jiggled the door knob a little and announced that it was me before pushing the door open and closing it behind me.
"You didn't want to hang out with them?" She asked when she looked up at me, hands still buried in one of our suitcases. There were all these random shirts and bottoms haphazardly surrounding her like she was really trying to find something.
"Nah, I'm actually a tiny bit tired too." I shrugged and walked over to her with a smirk curling at the corners of my mouth, "You looking for something?"
"Uhm, oh!" She gasped and looked around at the mess she made, "Yeah..pajamas."
"They're in this one over here." I pointed and bent down to unzip the bag, "Pants or shorts?"
"Pants. " She answered as her eyes followed me, "How is it that you know where everything is when I was the one who packed it all?" She asked, her tone coming off playfully.
"I'm just a genius like that." I winked and tossed her an outfit while I casually pulled my top off to slip on a baggy t shirt then went to brush my teeth.
"Britt?"
"Yeah, San?" I answered, halfway to the bathroom. She didn't answer right away which made me stop walking and turn to her. She was still sitting on the floor but now she was looking at me with a very familiar glint in her eye; that glint that showed she wanted something, something specific. I watched as she slowly stood up, her pajamas tucked under her arm as she walked over to me, eyes lowering on my lips then back up at my eyes. Oh yeah, she definitely wanted something.
"Take your shirt off."
"Do what?" I gasped as my eyes snapped open at how forward she was. She smirked then swiped her tongue along her bottom lip seductively before taking another step towards me.
"I said," She husked, her words coming out low and slow, "Take. Your. Shirt. Off."
And there's me gulping again. There's my throat tightening, making it hard for me to freaking breathe. There go my palms getting all gross and clammy. There's that little shiver running down my spine. There's that feeling of my skin igniting, and it's all because of how hot my wife is when she's horny.
"But," I mumbled, looking down at my baggy grey tshirt, my hands going to fiddle with the hem, "I just put this on.."
"Britt!" She huffed out of such frustration that I almost laughed, "Either you take it off of I'm ripping it off. You pick."
"Okay, okay, no need to get destructive." I teased; sending her a sweet smile as I started tugging the shirt over my head then tossed it over to the bed, the cool air in the room going right to my chest and hardening my nipples because lucky her, I already took my bra off, "There, it's off." I laughed, setting my hands on my hips and cocking my head to the side, "Happy?" She eyed me hungrily, clearly working up some very naughty scenarios in her head.
"Mhm..very happy." She hummed with her left brow quirked then wiggled her finger at me to come to her. Of course I obeyed; closing the distance to stand near my closest, and as soon as I was close enough her hands roamed my body freely. Her little touches were gentle like always, her fingers tracing the contours of my abs, as I leaned in for a kiss. Our eyes fluttered shut as I slid my tongue along her plump bottom lip slowly before guiding it in to tangle with hers.
Kissing Santana easily made my list of top 5 things I love doing, her being number one, obviously. It was like her lips were meant just for me to lavish with love and I'd do happily do that for the rest of my days. If I could, I'd have her lips on mine at all times because I'd never get enough of her sweet lady kisses. Teeth grazed lips then bit down softly, tugging at it gently before letting it go to delve a tongue in to a warm waiting mouth. Low hums rumbled in our throats as the kisses went from loving and slow to needy and sloppy.
"I thought you were sleepy?" I rasped, my voice straining due to the lack of air. I didn't realize it but I was literally panting as I rested my forehead on hers, catching a much needed breather. Her hands slipped around my sides to rest at the small of my back before flattening and smoothing up to press at my shoulder blades. She looked up at me with lust filled eyes before biting down on her lip.
"I was.." She shrugged innocently, her lashes batting cutely, "Then I remembered saying that I was going to make it up to you for leaving you hanging earlier." Her lips latched on to my neck as she pressed her body flush against mine while my hands went up to tangle into her long dark brown locks. I rolled my head back, uncovering more skin for her to cover with kisses as I tried focusing on breathing properly. "Is that okay, Britt-Britt?" She mumbled then flattened her tongue and licked up my throat before pressing a kiss to my jaw.
"Oh God, yes.." I groaned, still feeling the warmth her tongue left on my skin. She smirked devilishly and nipped at my lips playfully. Her hands left my back, gliding over my skin leaving goosebumps as they went around groping at my chest. She hummed seductively as she continued kissing me with vigor while she palmed at my breasts, rolling my hardening nipples between her thumb and index finger.
I was anxious already as I felt the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten due to her careful hand movements. God, her fingers are freaking magical. Great, now I'm thinking of her fingers being magical somewhere else. Is it hot in here or what?!
"But everyone's still up," She husked, pulling away from her assault on my neck to look up at me through her thick lashes. "Guess you'll just have to wait.."
I whimpered when she started pulling away from me, like I actually stuck my bottom lip out and whimpered. There was no way she's going to build me up again only to leave me hanging again! No way!
"Don't do that." She giggled, running her thumb over my lips before leaning in to kiss them, "Unless you want everyone in the house hearing you scream my name.." She drawled out casually as she kissed at the corner of my mouth, "You'll just have to wait."
"San.." I whined, contemplating whether or not I should stomp my feet for emphasis. "I have waited..all freaking day at that!" I grumbled and reached for her hips, tugging her back into me, "Don't you want me?"
"Oh, I want you, I do.." She teased, rolling up on her toes to crash our lips together again. "But you were the one that said that we couldn't while everyone was still up so.." She drawled out, her eyes scanning over to the bed, "We'll just have to-"
"Wait." I finished, already hating that phrase. Waiting was not something I wanted to do right now, not when I'm standing here already half naked and San's there with her magical fingers and talented tongue. "It's not like they don't know what we're doing, you're pregnant San, you have needs, I have needs..we both have needs!" I began to rant when my eyes wandered from hers, scanning around the room like something would magically pop out at me giving me an idea so that I can finally relive this tension. "Wait.." I hummed and pulled at San's hand, "I have an idea." I pulled her behind me to my bathroom, closing the door behind her and flipping on the fan switch for extra noise. "I'm getting my lady love one way or another!" I muttered determined to convince her though, when there's sex involved, there's not really much convincing. I started undoing the drawstring of my sweats while San just stood there staring at me.
"I'm confused.." She mumbled, her brows furrowing as I went to get the water ready, "Your bathroom is smaller than the one at home, Britt, we both can't fit in your tub so.."
"So I guess you'll just have to stand." I rasped as she I curled my finger into tank top, pulling her to me, then gave her my own devilish grin. "Get to strippin ,babe, I'm already beating you there."
I never seen Santana get rid of her clothes so fast, especially since she's pregnant and she tends to do things a little slower now, but that was crazy. She flung her top off with such ease and wiggled out of her jeans like it was nothing. I reached behind her, my hands lying flat against her spine as I slid it up until my fingertips brushed against the clasp of her bra. With the flick of my wrist and some strategically placed fingers, her bra straps fell off her shoulders and slid down her arms smoothly.
"And now we're tied." I teased as I wiggled my brows at her lacy panties. She snickered as her hands when to her hips and started slowly sliding the soaked material down her toned legs until it bunched at her ankles.
"I win." She mused, taking a step out of her panties and hooked her fingers into mine.
"Come get your prize." I replied smoothly as I let her strip me then directed her into the stand up shower, sliding the steam covered door behind me. Just like before, our kisses started off slow and passionate but quickly escalated to messy and needy. The warm water cascaded over the curves and dips of our bodies as they meshed together beneath the sputtering shower head.
I had her pressed up against the shower wall, my chest slipping and sliding against hers, while I peppered open mouthed kisses down her neck. She loved it.
"Fucking hell, Britt.." She whined, her hips bucking against my newly placed thigh between her legs. I smiled into the next couple of kisses as I felt her nails digging into my shoulder blades and begged me for more.
"You like that?" I rasped as I hiked up my thigh, hitting her right in her throbbing nerves. She shuddered against my body, her head falling to my shoulder as she started rocking against me.
"Uh huh.." she mumbled breathlessly, "Love it." My hands went to her hips and I started to help her rock harder into me, falling in love with all the little noises she was making each time her wetness would slip against my thigh. "Love your fingers more.." She managed to quip after one particularly slow grind. I swallowed thickly as she picked her head up and dragged her wet tongue along my jaw.
The back of my head was the only thing beneath the shower, head leaving my shoulders tingling as water pour down my back. I couldn't tell if it was just because the room was so steamy now or it if was because I had a super hot woman pressed up against a tiled wall, but I was getting extremely hot. Then, to make matters worse, or better depending on how you see it, San picked up my right hand with the both of hers and began playing with my fingers. Her eyes stayed focused on my digits as she entwined them with hers then dragged a lone finger along the veins becoming visible at the back of my hand. Then my jaw pretty much fell off its hinges as she brought my index and middle finger to her lips, dragging her warm tongue up its length before wrapping her lips around them. I nearly died at the sight, like I don't think I've ever seen anything hotter in my life, it was amazing. I felt her tongue swirl around my fingers as she wrapped hers around my palm. She pulled softly making it so that my fingers were leaving her mouth ever so slowly before she took them back in; humming against them, then released them with a wet pop.
"San, I think that was the sexiest think I'd ever seen in my life." I rambled as she kept my hand in hers, my fingers more wet from her and not the shower.
"I'm glad you thought so." She winked, letting her finger glide down my chest, "But I need to feel you, like now." I nodded knowingly when I heard the impatient tone of her voice then with a new swiftness; I used those same two fingers to circle her clit. "Oh God, Britt.." She whined, her lips parting slightly as her head fell back a little, "That feels..good."
"Yeah?"
"Oh fucking hell, yes!" She moaned a little louder than I would've liked. I stilled my fingers, much to her protest, and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"I know we're double locked up, babe, but we're not sound proof yet so-"
"Britt, just fuck me." She groaned and thrusted her hips so she could sink herself down on my fingers. I guess foreplay is a thing of the past tonight. She let out one soft sigh as I felt my fingers plunge into her warmth.
"Woah." I gasped as her hands flew to my shoulders to keep herself balanced while her right leg hiked up a little to curl around mine, pulling my body into hers as she started to grind down on me. I felt her warm breath on my cheek as her hands went from my shoulders to tangle into my hair, tilting my head down to ravish her neck and shoulder with kisses. I kept one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her stable while my other hand worked at trying to draw out slow circles at her core.
She wasn't having any of that though; tonight she wanted it fast. I wanted to laugh at how impatient she was being, but I knew that would end up bad for me. Making fun of her at times like this only puts me in a sex time out and with how turned I am by how I'm turning her on; I don't want a sex time out.
But she was riding my fingers so fast and with such force that I felt like I she was about to break me. I was trying my hardest to keep her pace, but it was just too much. She was verging on animalistic; remind me to never let her go more than 3 hours without sex, because this is what happens; she goes crazy!
"Honey, slow down, there's no rush.." I whispered trying to gain some sort of control in all this. "We don't have to do it like a couple of horny teenagers trying to get it on before my parents get home..they're already here anyway.." Even when I'm topping, she still manages to make me a bottom! She didn't relent though, just kept on riding like her life depended on it. She had her bottom lip between her teeth, successfully stifling all her sexy moans just enough so that they wouldn't be heard over the shower and the vent fan going.
"Can't." She groaned as her skin slapped against mine, "So. Turned. On." She went on grinding against my digits, her eyes fluttering shut as she took me deeper. I was a little jealous at the fact that she was so into getting herself of that she pretty much forgot about me. As much as I wanted to please her, and this might sound a little selfish but, I've got needs too! It's no fun when all I get to do is watch, and yeah I could probably get off at just doing that, but sometimes, especially with what happened earlier, I needed to do more than just watch.
So with a surge of boldness, I pulled my fingers out of her.
She was pissed, like really pissed.
"What the fuck!" She gasped and stared down between our bodies as I withdrew my hand that she had been enjoying so much. "Britt.."
I didn't give an explanation, just pouted at her, working my puppy dog eyes enough so that she'd get the hint. It was a little embarrassing to say out loud that I was feeling a little left out so I hope that she'd catch on without me having to explain anything.
She did, and when she did, she smirked.
"Come back here." She husked as her hands untangled from my hair and gripped my hips as her thigh slipped between mine. She forced my hips to move against her well placed leg and created a slow steady rhythm. Once she remembered that it wasn't just her needing this release, I slipped my fingers back into her earning a breathy sigh.
I kissed a trail down her neck, nipping and sucking at her soft skin, all while continuing to grind my hips into her and pump my fingers.
We fell into a perfect rhythm almost instantly, our breaths mixing as our bodies slid against each other's. It wasn't until I started to feel her walls closing in around my fingers that I started to actually ride her thigh. Feeling her so close, in more ways than one, pushed me to move faster.
"Oh fuck, Britt, more.." She sighed, nails digging into my hip bones as her head fell to my shoulder again. "So close." I nodded and slipped in a third finger, her warmth swallowing me up like it was nothing. I felt my breath start to hitch as my stomach tightened at the feeling, now I was getting close.
The thing I love most about Santana, some things don't need to be said; she just knows. It's like she can just look at me and understand, I don't know how she does it, but I love that. It's like she's kind of a mind reader in a way, but not really. It's awesome.
Then when with one quick motion, her thigh was replaced with her fingers. My own movements stilled on her as I got adjusted to her in me because being filled by Santana was something to pause for.
"San.." I whimpered as she started making slow circles on my sensitive bundle.
"You're gonna come with me, kay?" She rasped, her slow circles becoming faster.
"hm'kay.." I mumbled and continued my previous movements at her core. Then like before, we were both pumping into each other fast; both of us now becoming animalistic. I crashed our lips together in sloppy messy kisses that didn't help with how out of breath we were already.
"So close, B.." She whined and tightened her right hand around the back of my neck, "So close." She started plunging her fingers deep inside of me, curling them up to hit me at the one spot she's gotten all too familiar with. My legs were starting to shake at how close I was getting that if I didn't come in the next 15 seconds, my knees would probably give out.
"Me too.." I sighed. I held on to her tightly though as we rode each other, our wet skin slapping against the cooling water. We were getting frantic now, our breathy moans barely audible as I tightened around her and she tightened around me.
Then it was like our bodies were washed over with pure bliss. We stiffened against each other, trying our hardest to keep each other balanced as we reached our jumping off points together. Warm liquid gushed out of her and slid down her shaky legs as my own did the same. I pulled my fingers from her gently, careful not to brush against her overly sensitive core as I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly in an embrace.
"Fuck," She panted as her arms went up to press at my shoulder blades, "That was the best."
"Ain't it always?" I smirked as I kissed her forehead.
A Couple Days Later;
"This is the place, right?" I asked as I parked my mom's prius at the curb, sort of. "Whoops, curb check."
"Woah, Britt, eyes on the road." San laughed as the front right tire clipped the curb. "I'll look at the addresses, you just, you focus on the road." I felt my cheeks flush as I quickly turned my gaze back on the street, eyes narrowed in concentration. We drove down a few more houses until she told me to stop. "This is it right here." She announced and pointed her finger at the window. I nodded and tired my best to park on the side of the road, this time without the reminder of there being a curb.
Since we both have family we wanted to see for the holiday, we decided that we'd visit hers on Christmas Eve and we'll stay with mine Christmas day. So with presents in hand, well my hands, San led the way to the front door. One look at this house and you know that this family is paid; the place is huge! There were columns, like actual columns at the entrance; any house involving great big columns like these had to be backed by lots of money.
I didn't really expect anything less though; Cassie had a very well paying job and so did her husband. I guess I was just shocked to see such a gaudy looking house because Cassie really didn't seem like the type who'd flaunt money. She never gave off that vibe whenever she was around.
"Oh, my parents are here already." San pointed out as we passed a black Mercedes, "This is their car."
"Great.." I muttered, but not low enough for her not to hear.
"Britt, you don't have anything to worry about..Cassie promised." She sighed, slowing her pace a little to hook her arm in mine since my hands were full. "Have they been assholes since the wedding?"
"No.." I mumbled, averting my eyes from hers.
"Right, so don't worry." She chirped and hugged a little on my arm as we ascended the steps. I nodded over to her as she went to ring the door bell. Just like the rest of the house, even the door bell was a little over the top. San and I both exchanged bewildered looks before our attention was brought back to the door opening slightly.
"Oh Mas, look who it is!" Cassie cheered as she smiled brightly at us then down at her son who was pushing past her legs to see.
"Tana! Britty!" He squealed, his chubby cheeks bunching as she looked up at us. We hadn't seen the two since the summer and though San really tried to keep a relationship with her nephew, we were a little worried that he'd have to get reacquainted with us since we weren't visiting as often as we should. However, by how excited he patted towards us, wrapping his tanned arms around her legs then mine, I could tell that he still remembered us.
"Hi buddy!" I chirped, moving the boxes I was carrying to the side so that he could see me smiling down at him while San gave her older sister and tight squeeze.
"Looks like someone's getting taller." San cooed as she bent over as best as she could and pressed a kiss to his forehead after ruffling his dark brown hair. He smiled down at his toes bashfully then outstretched his arms up to San. She grinned at the gesture and scooped him up with ease then carefully set him on her hip while Cassie came over to greet me and offer to help me carry some of the presents we brought.
"He was so excited for you guys to get here, he fought me so hard when I tried to get him down for his afternoon nap." Cassie joked as she led the way inside. One step in her foyer and I already felt out of place. Everything was so fancy looking! Expensive pieces of art hung from the walls, hand painted vases held big beautiful flower arrangements, and the polished marble floors sparkled under the sky lights. It all was too nice and for some reason Cassie and Mason just didn't seem to fit in with it all. This house and its decorations screamed I have money and I will rub it in your face but Cassie and Mason are always so humble.
"You have a very nice home." San complimented as we left the grand foyer and made our way to the living room where there was a giant Christmas tree completely decked out with matching garlands and ornaments set up to the side of their fireplace.
"Thanks." Cassie replied as I handed her the rest of the boxes in my hands. She started pushing our presents beneath the tree, her voice coming out a little muffled because of how she was trying to organize the gifts neatly under the tree. "Tony picked out most of the decorations.."
"Ah, yeah..I can tell." San nodded then threw her thumb towards a mural of a tiger growling and smirked, "You hate paintings like that."
"That's his favorite." There was a long pause as San scanned the room, Mason's head burrowing in against her neck.
"Will that lovely human being be joining us tonight?" San asked sarcastically sweet. Cassie threw her a tired glance and slowly shut her eyes with annoyance.
"Not in front of him." Cassie sighed and nodded to Mason who was staring over San's shoulder at me with all smiles, completely oblivious to the others.
"I didn't say anything mean, Cas, it was just a question." San defended, her mood slowly slipping into a new one making Mason's head jolt up and look to his other aunt with raised brows. He wasn't much of a talker, but you could definitely tell when he was sensing something was off.
"San, let me see him." I whispered as I placed my hand on the small of her back, "If you're going to use your meanie voice you're not going to do it with a toddler on your hip." She looked up at me, her forehead crinkling, and then passed Mason to me without putting up a fight. "Be nice.." I warned, adjusting Mason on my side as his little arms curled around my neck. She pressed her lips together forming a tight line then nodded before turning to face her sister again.
"I wasn't trying to pick a fight.." San sighed, "It's just-it all seems really weird. You knowing things yet you and Mas are still here. I don't like it."
"San, I know you don't understand but it's different for you than it is for me." She answered, her eyes filling what could only be sadness. "There isn't a child involved, things are much more complicated when there is and I'm not saying I don't love Mason, I do. It's just he loves him too, things aren't going to be easy but we're trying to come up with something so Mas can still have his mom and his dad."
San and Cassie shared some unspoken conversation before San nodded and broke the gaze, "So where's everyone? I saw dad's car in the drive way."
"Yeah, they're over here." Cassie answered, shaking off the tenseness of their previous conversation and sent me a polite smile, "Come on." She laughed when she saw the uneasy expression fill my face at their mention. "Still worried I see." She whispered as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder then waved her free hand in front of her. "I got your back, sis in law, don't stress." I let out a chuckle, hearing Cassie's tone sounding similar to San's eased my nerves a bit more.
"Look who I got." Cassie announced as she led us into another well decorated room. Gloria and Emilio's heads whipped around to see San and I standing at the doorway. "Pass him here, Brittany." Cassie gestured as she held out her hands for Mason.
"Hi dears, how are you?" Gloria asked cheerfully as she pushed herself up from the couch and made the short walk over to us with Emilio following close behind.
"Just fine, mom." San replied happily as her mom pulled her in for a tight hug and kissed her cheek then stepped back to come for me.
"Brittany, hi!" She cheered as she threw open her arms.
"Hey, how's it goin?" I greeted as she closed her arms around my shoulders and went to kiss my cheek just like she did with San. Emilio repeated his wife's gesture on Santana then on me, and let me just say, I still can't get over how normal everything is between all of us considering our past. It's kind of nice actually.
"You girls get prettier each time we see you." Emilio complimented as he beamed at us and sidled up against his wife while San and I just exchange bashful smiles. We were all so caught up in catching up with San's parents that I didn't realize there was another person in the room.
"You going to introduce me?" A deep voice asked in the direction of Cassie making my head snap up to see the source. A tall, clean shaven and nicely dressed, man stepped out of the shadows like some creepy horror movie. He was a big guy, his shoulders broad and his chest all puffed out like he was constantly trying to prove something while his light brown hair was neatly swept to the side. I saw San's shoulders stiffen at the voice and it was like she went right into bitch mode, a thing that she only is supposed to do when it comes to work. I quickly stepped to her side as he walked over, this poster child grin on his face, not wanting San's moodiness to get the best of her. Though we know what he's done wrong, there's no reason to come off rude. We can at least be polite and civil, especially when Mason's in the room.
"This is my husband, Tony." Cassie announced as the guy stuck his hand out to Santana and showed her that same award winning smile, "This is my sister Santana and her wife Brittany." San eyed his hand like it was covered in some invisible unmentionables, but as soon as I nudged her with my elbow, she dropped her sassiness and shook the offered hand.
"Hello." She said shortly and released his hand just as quick as she reached for it.
"Nice to meet you." I said politely, narrowing my eyes at San for being rude already, and then looked back at Cassie's husband. "We've heard lots about you."
"Yeah, tons." San snickered as she folded her arms defensively. I really didn't mean it to come out like that; that's just what people say when they are introduced to someone! I wasn't trying to encourage Santana, but that's just what I did it seems like. I pressed my lips tightly together at San's snarky little comment and sighed.
"San, stop." I warned then turned my smile back at the guy, "Sorry, she gets moody when she's hungry."
"Oh, is that another joke about me being fat, Brittany?" San huffed, turning her head to me as her hand landed on her hip, gaining all the attention in the room. "Someone feed Santana because that's all she does is eat, eat, eat!"
"Santana, you're acting a little silly right now.." I whispered hoping that she'd catch on to what I was getting at. If she wanted our whole plan to tell everyone our special news, we're going to have to make sure we don't spoil our own secret. Thankfully she understood and let out a little just kidding.
"That's fine, I'm actually a big fan of you guys." Tony replied happily, "I was actually a little surprised that Cas's little sister was the one and only Santana Lopez, co-owner of SnixxJuice. Who knew, right? I mean, from what I've heard, you were pretty much stuck at a dead end job, you were basically homeless. Who knew you'd actually make something of your life after being a college drop out." His voice came so completely charming that you'd almost miss his insults if you weren't paying close enough attention. Santana was though, and she was not liking it. He turned his smirk to me and gave me a shrug, "And you, you're a nice dancer.." I watched as San's dad clenched his jaw tight in the exact same San tends to do when she's pissed, but as soon as I started to see hints of smoke spewing from his ears, Gloria placed her hand on his shoulder and he instantly calmed down. I wish she hadn't though, that would've been nice to see Emilio using that feisty Latin blood on someone else that's not me.
"I'm just going to pretend I didn't catch that, you know, for Mas's sake." San replied seeming unfazed, "But, of course you're a big fan." She laughed sarcastically letting her eyes roll. "You need something good to get you off my shit list."
"Santana!" Cassie chastised, "Language." I shot San yet another glare as I tried to cover up her openly disapproving Tony. He deserved it because one of the things you don't insult Santana about is either of our careers, but I want her to be the bigger person here. This dinner won't work if they're going to be bumping heads all night.
"That's nice, the more fans the better!" I replied happily and pulled San to me by curling my arm around her waist. "Right San?"
"Of course, more fans the better.." She grumbled in agreement, "Can we eat now?"
"And to think you were just about to have a little temper tantrum because Brittany was trying to cover for you for being rude.." Cassie teased, but I kept Santana close and she refrained from picking another fight.
"Chef Loretta should be done by now." Tony replied as he took a glance down at his super expensive looking watch. "Yeah, looks about right. I said for everything to be prepared 2 minutes ago. She better be prepared for once in her life." The way he said that made me feel uneasy, I wasn't sure why, it just did.
We all walked towards the dining room, the grand table filling up most of the floor space, and just like all the other rooms of this house, it was equally dripping with fancy. Cassie slipped Mason into his high chair sat at the corner of the room close to the table while the rest of us took our seats, Tony taking the chair at the head, of course. All of a sudden, three or four people dressed in black slacks and white button downs and black bowties emerged from the kitchen with silver platters in their hands and gentle set them down before us. San and I exchanged confused looks as the help started unveiling the hidden dishes sending wonderful smelling aromas into the air.
Tony was the first to unravel his napkin and place it into his collar like this was normal for him. He leaned over to do the same for Mason, but the boy was not having it. What 4 year old would want a napkin shoved into their collar? That's what cute bibs are for! The rest of the table sort of followed suit like they were dining at some five star restaurant, but San and I were pretty lost. Well, we weren't lost, we knew how to eat at a five star restaurant, it's just this is a home, people shouldn't have to eat dinner like this, all dainty and what not. But when in Rome, so San and I followed along too.
Everything was going just fine until Tony decided he wanted to talk about work, which was something Santana hated doing at the dinner table. She always felt that dinner tables were a place for family time and catching up on what's going on in everyone's lives and not their offices. Though, we do know what's going on in his already. That's definitely not a friendly topic.
He was practically gloating, and even I was starting to get a little annoyed. You know it's bad when I'm the one begging for him to shut up already, but I'm trying to set a good example for San so I chose to keep quiet; nothing nice to say, don't say anything.
Obviously Santana had other things in mind.
"You're a very successful businessman with tons of great accomplishments, we get it." San snapped making all the heads swivel to her. For the millionth time that night, I wanted to hide my face in my hands from embarrassment. "You sit in a boring office all day making check marks on papers with your fancy black pen. You stay long hours every day and you carry a leather briefcase. You travel, spending weeks at a time away from your family doing who knows what, or who I should say, and that just makes you such a successful person. Great job, Tony. Keep up the good work!"
"Santana, that's enough." Emilio warned as he shot her a disapproving glance from the other side of the table. "I know he's instigating, but this isn't the time nor the place."
"And you guys go along with it like everything's normal. This isn't normal, it's nowhere near it!" She continued to rant before turning her glare back at the man sitting at the head of the table, "I have everything you have and so much more but you do not see me prancing around rubbing it in people's face like you. I've only known you for an hour and I can just imagine all the people you constantly put down just because you have money." I could see her jaw clenching as she argued and I quickly became concerned about her stress levels.
"San, honey.." I sighed, placing my hand on her thigh beneath the table, squeezing gently in hopes I'd get her attention. "Think of the baby.." I whispered so low that only she could hear. Definitely mentioning our child would grab her attention.
"I don't like you, I really don't. You give me all kinds of bad vibes and that just irks me. But, if I've got something bothering me, and currently that's you, you will hear about it." The air grew tense as she cocked her head sassily at the man and clenched her teeth, but he squared his shoulders at her and leaned towards her in this intimidating fashion. Santana isn't easily intimidated though.
"Look, I don't know who you think you are insulting me at my own dinner table in front of my family, but it's not going to go any further!" He shot back, the veins in his neck surfacing as his face tinted a shade of red. "I'm not going to be disrespected by some college drop out." I watched as Cassie flinched and Mason seemed to cower in his high chair; it bothered me that the first thing to come to mind was that his tone was something they'd heard many times before. Again I watched Emilio tense up at how the man was openly down putting his daughter, but Gloria was quick to settle him down. San cocked her head back at hearing him finally starting to argue back as she crossed her arms triumphantly.
"Oh, your family? Is it the same one you were thinking of when you were fuc-"
"Santana, please.." Gloria cut in with begging eyes, "It's Christmas Eve, Santana, don't do this now.."
"Mom, I can't- he's.."
"Both of you, just stop." Cassie pleaded from the other side of the table and nodded over at Mason who was close to tears. She looked from her mom then to her sister and nephew then slowly dropped her tensed shoulders. "Stop."
"I'm sorry." She muttered and got quiet nods from the rest of the table as she looked up at me with this pained expression, "Sorry.." She said again softly.
"That's okay, you get awfully protective over things you care about." I nodded and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. From then on, dinner was a little quiet. I tried my hardest to keep the mood light but there was still this looming cloud and I couldn't miss the glares San and Tony kept exchanging. It wasn't until Tony announced that he was going to be leaving to finish up things at work that Santana's inner Snixx was reintroduced to the world.
"Who the hell has work on Christmas Eve?" She huffed and turned her baffled expression to her parents but they just shook their heads; a silent reminder that she needs to keep her attitude in check for the sake of Mason still being in the room. Santana was a very good judge of character, that's partly the reason why she's so successful at SnixxJuice; she's got a good way of picking out stars, so I try not to get too mad at how she's acting towards Tony. I know she's on to something that I haven't even noticed yet so I won't question her motives. I know it's just a mixture of knowing what he did to her sister, how arrogant he is, and how hormonal she gets over things she cares about.
As soon as he left the table, not even giving his son a proper goodbye, things seemed to feel a little more normal. San was the first to throw down her napkin from her collar in a little act of rebellion. Mason was next to do it, balling up the napkin his dad forced into his shirt, then threw it down at the floor with a triumphant humph.
"Oh God, look what you did." Cassie sighed though there was definitely a small smile playing at her lips as she leaned over and picked up the napkin. "We don't throw things, Mas." San just shrugged like it wasn't a big deal and continued to eat. It was a comfortable vibe now as we all took turns telling stories and caught up with what's going on in everyone's lives. It wasn't until Cassie let Mason out of his high chair and he found his way into my lap that the topic of choice switched from Gloria's garden to something much more interesting.
"I've always loved how great you are with Mason, Brittany, he doesn't take to people so easily like he has with you." Cassie complimented as I sat Mason on my lap while San fiddled with his fingers.
"I guess I'm just a natural." I shrugged innocently while Mason laughed at Santana making silly faces at him.
"The both of you are naturals." Emilio added as I looked up to see everyone staring at us interacting with Mason. I felt the tips of my ears tinting pink when I realized that they had been watching us the whole time.
"They are." Gloria agreed with a proud smile then after a short pause she added, "Have you guys thought about having kids yet? I know it might be a little early, you've only been married for 7 months, but I think the both of you would make lovely parents." I felt myself freeze up at that topic being brought up mainly because there's already a baby involved. I looked to Santana who was just as frozen as I was, lucky for her, her back was turned to them.
"Oh yeah," Cassie nodded, "I remember San saying a few months ago you guys were looking for donors but something about you being picky or something was holding you guys up."
"Oh," I gasped and sent San a smirk, "It was me, huh?" She just snickered and sat up a little, silently asking if this was the time to announce. I just shrugged and motioned that it was her decision. By the smile that appeared on her face, it was indeed that time.
"Well, actually.." San drawled out, a small grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "We did find a donor."
"Oh, really? That's wonderful!" Gloria clapped while Cassie and her dad smiled brightly at us.
"It is." I nodded in agreement and smiled down at San to let her know she's got full control of how she wants the secret to come out.
"When do you start the procedures? I've heard they can be extensive.." Emilio asked, ducking his head a little in anticipation.
"I've actually already started the procedures.." San answered; smirking at how she was really loving drawing this out. The three of them exchanged surprised expressions and pressed us for more information.
"How long does it take?"
"When will you find out?"
"Did it hurt?"
We kept our childish giggles under control, not wanting to ruin our own surprise, as she tried calming down their frantic questions.
"I'll be 17 weeks on Tuesday." She announced and the room instantly silenced.
"Wait, what? You're pregnant already?" Cassie deadpanned as she blinked furiously at San's statement.
"I am." She answered, her cheeks bunching as her hands slid over her tiny baby bump. The room exploded with cheers and congratulations that even Mason started clapping, but I'm pretty sure he was just clapping to clap. We both tag teamed answering their many questions and after an hour or so they died down and were know just as excited as my side of the family was, already offering to baby sit whenever we wanted and checking for the due date so they'd be able to come see us when the time came. It was such a nice turn of events considering how awkward and uncomfortable the evening started out. I was glad it was ending like this, now all of our family knew of the secret we've been keeping for almost 4 months, but just like we've told my side, nothing leaves the room. We were serious when we said that we didn't want such precious and personal information leaked out to the public before we were ready and everyone seemed to agree. We knew we can't keep it from getting out, especially when Santana's stomach begins to get a little bit more noticeable, but for now we want to enjoy our privacy.
"We can't wait for this baby to come into the world; they're loved by so many people already!" Gloria beamed as we gathered by the front door, preparing to head back to my parents house. San smiled lovingly at her mom and sank into her arms.
"That really means so much, mom." She mumbled against her as her mom rubbed softly at her back. The two separated as more hugs were exchanged with everyone and after all the heartfelt goodbyes were said, we were buckling up in the car already on the drive home.
"Well, that was fun." I sighed contently as I pulled up to a red light, "Yeah, the beginning was a little bumpy, but glad we ended the night with something nice." Santana let out a breathy laugh as she reached for my hand over the middle console and entwined our fingers, "Definitely turned out better than I expected though."
"It feels good to actually tell them our secret rather than them just figuring it all out." She smirked, rubbing her thumb against the back of my hand. "I replied,
"I'm sure if we stayed there for a day, they would've caught on." I laughed and squeezed a little on our joined hands, "We're not very subtle.."
"Not one bit!" She winked and sat back against her chair and enjoyed the easy ride home.
A/N Thank you all for your suggestions! It was much appreciated. I think I've got it narrowed down now, but you guys won't find out until San and Britt find out the sex of the baby. Sorry! LOL Anyway, let me know.