"San?" I hear a quiet voice. Brittany steps out of the kitchen and looks at me. My eyes widen and I just stare at her. She's home. "Surprise," she wraps her arms around me and I bury my face in her neck. "My Dad came and got me."

"Oh, my God. I can't believe you're here."

"I told you I'd get back for Christmas baby."

I step back and look at her. She looks so tired, and still definitely sick. Then I look at Matthew who is taking off his jacket and hanging it up. "You are amazing," I point at him. He shrugs at me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Brittany walks around and hugs me from behind. She presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck, which she knows is my favourite way of contact.

"It was my pleasure," Matthew walks towards us and smiles. "But if you don't mind, I'm gonna go to sleep," he yawns.

"Go for it," I tell him, as Brittany snakes her arms around my waist and I squeeze her hands that are resting on my stomach now. He walks past us and down the hallway to the bedroom he's sleeping it. I feel Brittany's chin on my shoulder. "I can't believe you're back," I smile and Brittany kisses me on the cheek, still standing behind me.

"I couldn't not come back before Christmas, that would be a nightmare," I feel her cold cheeks against mine, and she yawns right in my ear. "I need my bed right now," she takes my hand and walks me up the stairs. "Did you get the Santa presents out?" She asks me, pushing our bedroom door open.

"Yeah, I put them out about an hour ago," I tell Brittany. She automatically takes her jeans and sweatshirt off and jumps into the bed, wrapping herself up like a burrito. I follow her quickly, and get in the bed beside her. Before Brittany can fall asleep I lean forward and peck her lips softly. "Goodnight beautiful, I love you," I turn on my side so she can spoon me.

She continues to press kisses to my neck for a few minutes before replying. "I love you too."

Christmas Morning, 5AM

I wake up due to the fact that the bedroom door is creaking open slowly. "Mommy, it's Christmas," Harley tip-toes over to my bed and climb in beside me. "Do you think Santa came?"

"Yeah, I think he came because you've been such a good girl this year," I kiss her forehead. She smiles at me, and under the cover I pinch Brittany's thigh to wake her up. I don't think Harley has noticed Brittany yet. Slowly, I feel Brittany squirming under the covers. She puts her leg over mine's, but I pinch her thigh again - she groans quietly.

I talk to Harley for a few minutes as I continue to annoy Brittany into waking up. Eventually Brittany wakes up and sits up and I watch Harley's face brighten up.

"Momma," Harley squeals. Brittany leans over me and lifts her over to hug her. Harley squirms in between us, cuddling up to Brittany. I can tell Brittany is still super tired by the way her eyes are drooping back to sleep - and by the way she's cuddling Harley so tightly, which is usually how they fall asleep together. "Can we open the presents Mommy?" Brittany looks up at me and nods slowly, indicating she is fine to get up and open some presents. "Please, Alyssa and Nicky are already up," she tells me.

"Okay, meet us downstairs Princess," Brittany says to Harley, nudging her to get out of the bed. Carefully, Harley gets out of the bed and runs downstairs. "Good, early, early, morning," Brittany drops her head onto my chest. I pull her hair out of a pony tail and comb through it with my fingers. She pulls down my t-shirt, that has managed to crunch up above my belly. "And good morning to you too," Brittany kisses my belly because she feels the baby kicking against her palms.

"Good morning Britt. You look tired baby," I say softly, she lifts her head and I kiss her on the lips. "You can sleep for another while if you want."

She shakes her head and yawns. "I smell coffee, so I think I'm good," she slowly swings her legs over the edge of the bed and slips on the sweatpants on the floor. I watch her walk over to the wardrobe. She picks out two Christmas jumpers and throws one at me. I would only wear a Christmas jumper for Brittany. Mine is green and has a Rudolf face on it, whereas Brittany went with the Santa Claus falling down the chimney route - and it's blue.

"Cute," I say, smiling. She walks back to me and take my hand to help me get to my feet. "Merry Christmas," I hug her around the waist. She squeezes me tight and kisses the top of my head - she squeezes my tighter so I know that she's okay to be up this early.

"Merry Christ-"

"Mommy! Momma! Come down here, Santa Claus came!" We hear Harley shout up the stairs. I inwardly cringe because I know that probably woke up the rest of the household, and I can even hear Tucker barking. Christmas is of to an early start. "Sh, Tucker, you're gonna wake everyone up," I hear Harley hush Tucker.

"C'mon," I lead Brittany out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I am greeted by Alyssa, who is holding a cup of something to me.

"Peppermint hot chocolate," she smiles.

"Thank you," I take the hot chocolate. Brittany quickly appears from behind me and hugs Alyssa, she even lifts her up and spins her around. Brittany seems to get energy very quickly, or she's at least a really good actress.

"Put me down Brittany," Alyssa squeals, whacking Brittany on her back as I walk to Nicolas and hug him. When I part from him, I leave the area to let them talk for a bit, and join Harley in the living room. She's sitting on the sofa, swinging her legs, looking at the presents intensely. Oh, she's definitely impatient.

"Can I open them, please?" She gets up on her knees as I sit down on the sofa next to her.

"Lets wait for everyone to get down here kiddo," I run my fingers through her chocolate brown hair.

6:30AM

Eventually we get all of the presents open from everyone, most of them are for Harley. Brittany got me a new pair of Louis Vuitton heels for the future, diamond earring's, a very large, baggy onesie, and a silver bracelet, it must of cost her a f*cking fortune. It's all so beautiful, and basically perfect. I got her a rose-gold necklace, a new phone case, a Starbucks gift card (because she needs one), a black and white button-up, and a pair of blue Adidas sneakers.

I didn't really pay attention to what anyone else got. All I know is that Harley got plenty of new books, DVD's, dresses, different types of toys, and Brittany and I got her loads of paintings for her rooms, they're pretty cool.

Even the baby got loads of presents, and he isn't born yet.

And Tucker got loads of presents.

Everyone got spoiled this morning.

So, that's it. We're all gonna go back to bed before we get to cooking an- "I've actually got one more present," Brittany tells me. "I know you're all very annoyed at me for keeping it a secret, the baby's name that is. And I know Santana is the most annoyed about it. And I really wanted to wait until he was born, but I don't think I can keep it a secret anymore," Brittany's sitting next to me and she takes my hand. She pulls a small present out of her sweatpants and hands it to me. "Open it."

"Are you serious Britt?"

"I know we agreed to wait until he was born, but it kills me that you don't know. And I know it kills you that you don't know," she tells me quietly. "Please, open it."

As I'm opening the present, I grin widely. Inside the wrapping paper is a square of yellow fabric. I slowly unfold it. I think I know what this is. "Turn it around," she says softly. "I asked your Grandma to make it, like the one you have for Harley, just the colours are different," this means so much to me that Brittany would go and have this made. Every Lopez kid has one. Me, my aunts, uncles, cousins, my Dad. And it matches his room. "Read it aloud."

On the other side of the yellow material (with a green border), his name is sewn in big green block letters, a little more modern than what Abuela usually makes, but I still love it.

"Parker Mateo."

I know I'm crying right now.

He'll have this forever. "I know its a big thing in your family, and I wanted to keep the tradition going. We can hang it up in his room in a frame. The colours go with the theme," she tells me quietly. I look up at her, and we instantly lock eyes. "You like it?"

"I love it, thank you Britt," I pull her face down and kiss her lips.

"And the name?"

"I love it even more. That's the name I loved the most," I kiss her again, tears trickling down my face.

"Merry Christmas," she says. I can hear everyone fussing, and getting excited about the baby - I think our Moms may even be crying - but all I see is Brittany. God, I love her, and everything she does for me, and for us as a family. She put so much thought into this gift, I don't even know how to thank her.

"You are the best," I say happily. "This is the best Christmas ever," and Harley joins us in a small family hug.

11AM

After an hour of cleaning up all of the wrapping paper in the living room, Harley fell back back asleep, and everyone started to relax. Brittany and I actually fell asleep in our bed after talking and making out for ages. It's just now that Brittany is waking back up. She's turning on her side to face me.

"Good morning again," she smiles at me. I lean down to her and kiss her pink lips. "It's snowing."

I look over her shoulder outside the glass doors. "I should be sick of snow."

"It's pretty though," I say. "I can't wait until next year, when we have Parker and he can play in the snow with Harley."

"Funny you say that because I was thinking the exact same thing in New York. It's what kept me going when because I missed you guys so much," she says, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Remember earlier this year we talked about what we wanted for the future," I nod my head. "I didn't think this is how it would go, but I kind of love how its all panning out."

"I do too," I agree with her, and take her hand. "Honestly, I didn't think we'd be getting married next year, or having another baby. I mean, we're gonna have two kids, and they're both going to be at our wedding. Harley's gonna be our flower girl, and Parker can sit with our Moms and look really cute in his little tux. Our little family will be so cute," I ramble on a little bit. I take a deep breath. "But somehow, it all feels right. I couldn't imagine it any other way."

"I couldn't imagine it any other way either," she leans down and captures my lips. "I love you so much," she slips her hand under my sweater. "And I swear that this kid is gonna be a dancer or a soccer player," she chuckles - her hand is following wherever Parker is kicking. "We can dance together."

"Maybe a kickboxer with how strong he is, Harley never kicked like this, like ever."

"He's a tough little guy," she rubs my stomach once more before snuggling closer to me. "I think this little man is gonna be a little more Lopez than Pierce. Harley's not as feisty as the Lopez', she's more like a Pierce."

"Feisty?" I chuckles quietly.

"Maybe fierce is the right word. Us Pierce's just handle things a lot less fiercely," she teases me. "We handle things calmly, except when it comes to family, then things get a little violent."

"Okay, Fierce Pierce," I roll my eyes at her.

"Touche Lopez," she winks at me. "You've changed my life so much this past year. I'm so glad I spilt coffee on you that day."

I chuckle under my breath. "As much as I am glad that we met that day, that was an expensive blouse and you ruined it because you're so damn clumsy," I poke her chest.

"You say that as if you couldn't afford another blouse," she scoots just a little closer to me, and kisses me on the lips. "I know I'm clumsy, because I also remember knocking a glass of water over you the next day. I can't help but be a klutz."

"That's true, you are a klutz. And I'm pretty sure that's why Harley is a klutz too," I laugh. "I just hope that the rest of our kids miss out on the gene, because if there is one thing that I don't love about you, its your clumsiness."

"Rest of our kid's, how many kids were you planning on having? As far as I'm concerned, we're having one more child after this," she holds up one finger to me and 'boops' my nose.

"Well, knowing your DNA, we'll probably end up with twins next time," I raise my eyebrows with her. "In fact, I'm putting a bet on that. Fifty bucks says next time you knock me up, we'll be having twins."

"Fifty bucks, and loser has to change diapers for a week," she holds out her pinky finger.

"Deal," I squeeze her pinky with mine.

"But we're not gonna have twins."

"But we are," I nod and let my head fall onto her chest. She kisses the top of my head. "Trust me," I mumble, just as the door creaks open. Brittany turns around to face the door and it's Harley.

"Come here Princess," Brittany says softly, waving her hand at Harley. I honestly love her nickname for Harley so much. She helps Harley onto the bed and tucks her in between us, facing Brittany. "Did you like your presents Harley?"

"Yeah, I really, really, really like all of my presents," she wiggles around to face me.

"Well, I'm really, really, glad you liked your presents," I smile and lean down to kiss her forehead.

"It's the best Christmas ever," she hugs me tightly around the belly. As soon as she does that, I feel Parker start to kick really hard.

"I think your brother is saying 'hello'," I run my fingers through her hair. I feel her kiss my belly where Parker is constantly kissing. Brittany reaches over Harley and rubs my belly.

"Momma," Harley turns back around to face Brittany.

"Yeah."

"I like the name you chose," Harley smiles brightly at Brittany. She holds up her hand and high fives Brittany. "It's cool," she nods at Brittany, as if she was giving her approval. She turns back around to me and smiles at me. "So, when is Parker coming because I want him to come now."

One month later, January 28th

I'm done with being pregnant. Parker's due date is slowly, oh so slowly, approaching. But I have some weird feeling that he will not be coming any time soon, because he is getting way too comfortable. He kicks on schedule, and don't squirm around as much as he use to.

There is a big chance that we may have to induce labour at 37 (which is next week) weeks because Parker is a very big baby. His predicted weight at birth is about 9 pounds, which sounds painful just thinking about it. If he didn't arrive then, and came afterwards, I'd have to have a c-section, which I did not enjoy last time. So Brittany and I talked, and we're probably going to induce the labour in early February.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm nervous. I know female body's are made to have children, but I've never been through the long and bad contractions thing and pushing thing. See, Harley was breach, so I opted for a c-section at 36 weeks. But last time I didn't have Brittany, and I feel that now I have Brittany, I can get through it.

"Hey, whatcha thinking about babe?" I have my head in Brittany's lap as she watches a football match, and I completely zoned out ages ago. She's combing her fingers through my hair, that's splayed out across her lap.

"Birth," I turn on my side to look up at her. "And how scary it sounds."

"Okay, sit up, I'll be back," she helps me sit up, and I lean back onto the cushions behind me. She runs straight to the bathroom, and I instantly know what she's doing. She returns pretty quickly and sits behind me, as I prop my feet up on the L section of our sofa.

Every night Brittany whips out the cocoa butter, which at first came upon at my request, and rubs my belly while we talk. Usually Harley is here, as a form of bonding with Parker (which she loves by the way), but she's asleep right now, because she was really tired when she got home. She'll probably wake up soon and join us for a while.

She rises my t-shirt and she starts to rub the cocoa butter on my belly. "You looked worried when you were thinking."

"Yeah, I'm worried about giving birth," I say, leaning back into her chest. "I want to avoid a c-section at all costs, because it was not a nice experience."

"Why?"

"Well, first of all, I got an ugly ass scar."

"Which does not exist anymore," Brittany kisses me on the shoulder.

"And secondly, the recovery process takes forever, especially when all you want to do is hold your baby and cuddle with her. And I didn't get to meet her straight away," I sigh, resting my hands on her thighs.

"Hopefully, that's not gonna happen this time, so why are you worried?" She asks.

"'Cuz its gonna hurt. And what if I'm not good at having babies?" I say honestly. "Like, what if I don't know what to do."

"Well, we've been going to those classes," she starts. "And apparently it comes as a natural instinct to push, so I'm sure you'll be really good at having babies."

"But its gonna hurt so bad," I start thinking about the pain of birth, and begin to cry softly.

"Hey, I'm gonna be there with you and you can squeeze the crap out of my hand," she peppers kisses onto my neck, which starts to calm me down. "Or punch me or something, whatever you wanna do."

I sniffle. "I'm not gonna punch you, I promise."

"I know its a scary thing San, but think. Won't it all be worth it? You'll have a beautiful baby at the end of i-"

"Yeah, and he's gonna cry, suck on my tits, poop, and cry some more. 'Cuz that's gonna help," I cry louder.

"I guess those are the bad things, but think about the good things," she tries to reassure me, but I just continue to sob and shout at her.

She says things like.

"Think about how cute he'll be."

Or.

"You're gonna love him so much when he's here."

But nothing really calms me down so she just sits in silence, rubbing my belly and kissing me wherever she can, while I cry all of my emotions out.

My sobs turn into small sniffles.

"It's gonna be okay baby," she rests her chin on my shoulder and wipes off her hands. I pull down my shirt.

29th January, 2AM

Remember how I said Parker was getting comfortable and that he probably wasn't gonna come any time soon.

Yeah, he went against my word.

I wake up when I feel something trickling down my leg. Then I feel a pop and a gush of water.

My eyes widen.

"Brittany," I shake her body. She groans and slowly turns on her other side so she's face to face with me.

"What?"

"I think my water just broke," I say softly, and I don't think she heard me.

"What?"

A contraction rips through my body. "I think my water just broke," I say a little louder.

And now her eyes are widened.

A/N: sorry, forgot to warn you about the time jump

anyway

Christmas happened, and it wasn't too eventful

but i finally revealed the baby name

Parker Mateo, I hope you all like it

there were a butt ton of fluffy scenes, which i hope you enjoyed

and...

santana's water broke

so Parker will be introduced very soon, probably next chapter. i give you permission to get excited!

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