"San?" Quinn asked as they laid in bed. The latina spooned the blonde girl from behind her hands absently stroking her protruding stomach. Everything had been going along fine with Quinn's pregnancy, Will and the family had recently visited New York to help the young couple turn Kurt's old bedroom into a nursery. Now in her 8th month, Quinn was starting to get nervous; what if the baby comes and it looks so much like Puck that Santana resents it? What if I resent it? Throughout the pregnancy Quinn had been attending counselling, both alone and with Santana to better prepare them.
"Yeah, babe?" The Latina questioned, her lips brushing the back of the fairer girls neck as she spoke.
"Have you been thinking about names?" She asked timidly, Santana pulled away a little bit, causing the blonde to roll onto her back. "I mean, it's okay if you haven't. I know you're busy at work and such."
"Of course I've been thinking about names, Quinn." Santana smiled, pressing her lips to the blondes. "Have you." She nodded, "Tell me some of them."
"I want the baby to have a Hispanic middle name." Quinn stated, "Like, I know it will have both our last names; but I think..." She was cut off by Santana pressing against her lips. "So, I take it you like that idea?"
"So much." She mumbled, as she pressed kisses to the blondes exposed collarbone. "What about Boy's names?"
"I kinda like Luka." Quinn said.
"It's nice." Santana smiled, "What about names for girls?"
"Um." Quinn thought. To be honest Quinn was pretty sure the baby was going to be a boy so she hadn't much thought of names for girls. "I like Aislin and Mara." she said, "What about you?"
"I like Alejandra, for a girl." Santana smiled, "I do have a boy's name, but I don't want to tell you until I see him." Santana slipped. Quinn smirked,
"So you think it's a boy too?"
"Yeah." Santana replied, "Are you okay with that?"
"Very okay." She said before she pulled the latina down for a kiss.
Five days and 17 hours of Labour later, Santana cradled her son in her arms as Quinn slept. He was just over an hour and a half old and already Santana knew she'd move heaven and earth to make her son happy. She fixed his little blue hat to cover his head full of dark hair, as she held him closer to her chest. She began to hum softly as she rocked him back and forth;
"And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder. Na na na na, na na na na, Hey Jude."
Quinn cracked her eyes open and smiled at the scene before her, the small Latina cradling their son in her arms and singing to him.
"What are you singing?" She whispered, Santana looked up and smiled softly gently lifting herself off the chair and moving over so she could sit in the hospital bed with Quinn. Quinn ran the pad of her finger along the brim of her son's nose and smiled.
"Just a song."
"What song. I couldn't hear the lyrics." Quinn asked, leaning her head onto the Latina's shoulder.
"Hey Jude, from The Beatles." She admitted. "He still needs a name."
"I like Julian." Quinn smirked, lifting her head to look at the other girl. "Baby, you don't hide little lists of paper with baby names on it well. I swear how your a lawyer I'll never know." She rambled on.
"You really like Julian?" Santana beamed, looking between Quinn and her son. Quinn nodded and looked at the sleeping boy.
"Julian Ezekiel Fabray-Lopez." Quinn stated, smiling as her son opened his green eyes and stared up at his mothers. "I think he likes it." she whispered as she pressed her lips against Santana's cheek.
(A/N: This story is coming to a close, I hate to admit. Maybe one more chapter if there is interest. Thank you again for all the loving reviews and even lovelier readers.)