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This chapter takes place a week after the last one, baby Fabrey-Lopez will be here soon!

Chapter 36

Santana lets out a low whistle as they venture into Sam and Amanda's back yard, Olivia's eyes lighting up when she spots the pool. The latina surveys the place, suppressing an excited squeal when her gaze falls on a hot-tub.

"Sammy Evans is doing well for himself" she exclaims, smirking at the blonde man who smiles at her.

"Seems like you're also doing ok" he replies, nodding his head towards Olivia and Quinn, "But we all knew you would" Santana grins, nodding as she watches her wife approach Tina and Mercedes who were sitting on the loungers by the pool, deep in conversation with Amanda. "Britt and your brother will be here later, they took a wrong turn"

"That's cause he lets aunt Brittany read the map" Olivia states, "That's just plain silly" she says, trailing off at the warning look from Santana. "Where's uncle Noah?"

"He's just round that corner" Sam tells her, pointing, "Him and your uncle Mike are teaching Rachel how to play basketball" He chuckles as Olivia runs off, "It's still all about Puck huh?"

"Yeah, definitely" Santana laughs as they make their way over to join their respective wives. Quinn smiles as her latina sits next to her on the lounger, her arm immediately falling into place around her waist, her tanned hand resting on her wife's bump. "Britt and Adam are running late" Santana murmers.

"Serves him right, he probably let Britt read the map" Quinn replies, rolling her eyes, "What does he expect?"

"Like mother like daughter" the latina sighs, shaking her head, "You wanna go in the pool?"

"Maybe later" Quinn smiles, "Why don't you go grab 'Liv, there won't be any water left in the pool if I go in" she laughs dryly, gesturing to her large stomach. Santana frowns slightly, the blonde had been acting differently the last few weeks.

"Are you ok baby?" she asks softly, concern masking her features. Quinn nods, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Yeah, go have fun"

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Quinn can't keep her eyes off Santana as climbs out of the pool and starts walking over to her, Olivia trailing behind her with a pout on her face. The latina stops beside her, gesturing for Olivia to sit on the lounger next to them with a stern look on her face.

"You can sit there until you learn to behave yourself" Santana tells their daughter firmly before turning back to Quinn, smirking as she notices her wife staring at her body which is still every bit as toned as her high school days, her barely there red bikini clinging to her. "Uh Quinn?" Quinn's eyes snap up to meet the latina's.

"Sorry" she says, a sheepish grin on her face. "What's going on?"

"Olivia clearly thinks it's ok to have an attitude with me, she doesn't think I'll punish her in front of others" Santana retorts, turning to look at Olivia who is grumbling under her breath. "Unless it's an aplogy, I suggest you stop" she orders, sitting down next to Quinn. "How come you're sitting here by yourself anyway? Why don't you join us?"

"I just don't feel comfortable" Quinn murmers, avoiding eye contact.

"Olivia, would you go get me a bottle of water please?" Santana requests, waiting until Olivia is out of ear-shot before continuing. "What don't you feel comfortable about?"

"It's stupid" Quinn tells her, trying to shake it off.

"If something is upsetting you then it's not stupid to me" the latina tells her gently.

"I just...I feel huge and I see how you usually look at me when I'm in a bikini and I don't want that to change" the blonde mumbles, surprising her wife.

"Why would I look at you differently? You look beautiful Quinn, you're glowing! If I wasn't so excited about meeting our son I would want you to be pregnant forever" Santana says genuinely, placing her hand on Quinn's stomach and smiling when she feels their baby kicking.

"Really?" Santana hates how small her usually confident wife sounds.

"Really." she answers instantly, "You are beautiful, Amanda doesn't look half as stunning as you do and she's parading around in a skimpier bikini that I am" Santana adds quietly causing Quinn to laugh. "That's better" the latina smiles as Olivia walks back over to them, handing the bottled water to her Mami.

"Can I go back in yet?" Olivia asks pleadingly. "I'm really sorry Mami"

"Not yet, we'll all go once your Mom gets changed into her bikini"

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"Amanda said to say goodnight" Sam tells his friends as he climbs into the hot-tub, "She's been tired a lot lately."

"She's not the only one by the looks of it" Puck smirks, pointing at Olivia who is lying back against Santana, her eyes drooping. "That's the kind of pillows I like best too" he laughs and Rachel gives him a sharp look, "I didn't mean it like that, I meant any boobs, not Specifically Santana's, uh... I mean your boobs"

"Alright Puck, can it with the boob talk" Quinn tells him, glancing at Olivia who isn't even paying attention.

"Come on pretty girl, let's go before you fall asleep. I'm too tired to carry you" Santana murmers to her daughter, helping her to climb out of the tub. Are you coming?" she asks Quinn who shakes her head.

"I'll be up in a little while" she replies and Santana nods, placing a soft kiss to her wife's lips. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight baby, goodnight losers" Santana adds as an afterthought to her high school friends, a chorus of 'goodnights' yelled back at her as she leaves with Olivia.

"Do you think she realises it's only ten thirty?" Sam asks with a grin. "I remember when she used to be the life of the party!"

"Yeah and she also used to make out with guys at the parties, a lot can change in a few years" Rachel tells them, "She's even polite to me now...most of the time"

Let me know what you think, I'm thinking the baby will be born in the next chapter which I'm hoping to have up pretty quickly!