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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.
Brittany
My eyes widen and I just stare at Santana for a while. "Y-your water-"
"Yes," she whips off the sheets and there is a small puddle of water on the bed and a wet patch on her pj bottoms.
"O-okay," I nod and look down for a while. And just for a few seconds we don't say anything, or at least I don't. Then I realise, you know, the baby is coming. My head snaps back up to Santana. "A-are you okay?" I lean forward and sit cross legged on the bed. She nods slowly. "Okay, do you need anything?"
Just as she's about to shake her head, she reaches forward and grabs my hand. I furrow my eyebrows. "Do you- oh," she squeezes my hand and I catch on to whats happening. I scoot a little closer to her as she closes her eyes tightly. She rests her head on my shoulder and squeezes my hand tighter. I use my free hand to rub her back. "You're doing so good baby," I say softly. "So good."
She lets out a deep breath when, I'm presuming, the contraction is over. I lift her chin. Her eyes are glassy from tiredness, and probably pain too. "I'm gonna go downstairs, a-and call Rach and Finn. I'm gonna see if they'll look after Harley and Tucker," Rachel and Finn said they'd take care of Harley and Tucker when Santana goes into labour, and bring Harley to visit when we ask. I cup her face. She nods slowly. "You stay up here until I come get you," I stand up slowly, making sure to keep my eye on her. Quickly, I slip on a pair of sweatpants. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Yeah," she says softly.
"What do you want baby?" I ask, picking my phone up from the bedroom locker. I yawn and rub my eyes with the back of my hand. "I can make you some toast," she nods. "And here's a pillow to squeeze the crap out of," I give her a big pillow and her phone to entertain herself. I lean over to her and kiss the top of her head. "We're gonna have two kids soon."
"Hopefully real soon," she rolls her eyes, unlocking her phone. I go to leave the room, when I realise that she's sitting in wet pyjama pants. I go into our closet and pick out a pair of sweatpants for her.
I don't speak, I just gesture to help her out of the wet pants.
After a few minutes, Santana is in clean clothes, and I toss the wet ones in the laundry basket. "You good?" I say, turning around in the doorway. She nods her head slowly, hugging the pillow. I wink at her and walk downstairs to Harley's room.
I feel bad waking her up because she looks so peaceful. She starts to stir around as I get closer. "Hey Princess," I slowly take the duvet off, hoping to slowly coax her out of sleep.
"Momma," she mumbles.
"Hey, we have to wake up early today," I slowly lift her into my arms. "Your little brother is coming today."
"Baby?" She lifts her head off my shoulder.
"Yeah, you're gonna stay with Rachel and Finn," I walk her out of the room.
"Okay," I lay her down across the sofa and quickly jog to find her a jacket and boots. Quickly, I zip up her jacket and slip on her boots. She immediately falls back asleep on the sofa.
Now I need to get Tucker and get his crate to put him in the car. I run to the storage room next to the bathroom and pull out the crate and the strap. As I'm doing that, I pull out my phone to call Finn.
He answers after two rings. I have my phone in between my shoulder and my ear.
Hey Britt
I need you to look after Harley and Tucker. San's water just broke. The baby's coming I can't help but grin when I think about my son coming into the world.
Oh my God, yeah. Just drop them off here
Thank you, thank you! I get slightly excited.
"Brittany!" I hear Santana calling.
Okay, thank you. I have to go. See you soon!
Bye bye.
I practically drop my phone on the floor and rush upstairs, taking two stairs at a time. I dive onto the bed next to Santana. "You okay?" I grab her hand, just in case it's a contraction.
"Where's my toast?" She asks sternly. Sh*t.
"Oh God, sorry baby. I'll make some now," I turn around and practically fall off the bed and run downstairs, actually jumping down the last four steps. I put two slices of toast in the toaster, one wholemeal and one white piece, since she didn't give a preference.
I have a temptation to call our parents, but Santana made me promise I wouldn't. And I get it. They'd fuss too much, and our Moms would want to be in the room. But we decided that we wanted it to just be me and her in the room, to keep it personal. So, I pick my phone off the floor and just slip it in my sweatpants pocket.
I wait impatiently for the toast to pop back up, turning my head around every so often to check that Harley is okay. She seems to be in a deeper sleep than before.
The toast pops up, startling me slightly. I pull the pieces out and butter them up. As quick as I can, I run up the stairs and place the plate of toast right in front of Santana. "Thank you," she says quietly, still scrolling through her phone.
"I have Harley ready, and Tucker's crate is ready. I called Finn, and we're gonna drop them off on the way to the hospital," I explain to her, but I can tell that she isn't listening, because she's eating. "You feeling okay baby? Any more contractions?"
"No, my legs are just sore," she tells me. Immediately, I crawl behind her and hold her in between my legs. I lean forward and rub her legs. She tells me quietly that we'll leave after she's finished eating, and I just agree with her. I'm letting her lead this, since she is the one about to give birth. "Is the labour bag and birth plan downstairs?"
"Yeah, it's in the living room," I lean my chin on her shoulder and then kiss her cheek.
She finished the toast, with no more contractions. And I help her down the stairs. She sits down on the sofa, and I quickly get Tucker into the crate. He immediately falls asleep. I drop the crate off at the door, along with the rest of the bags. Once they're all their, I open the door and begin to walk up and down the stairs to unload it all into the car.
I close the trunk and run back up the stairs to the apartment. "I'm back!" I announce loudly. I see Santana slowly approaching me. "Hey, you okay?" I cup her face, lifting it up to face me. She shakes her head.
"Everything is sore," she lets her head fall onto my chest.
"Okay, lets get to the hospital baby," I take her hands and swing her arms side to side. I let them go and jog over to Harley and pick her up. On the way out, with Santana in front of me, I pick up a jacket from the cloak hanger. I lock up the door and follow Santana downstairs to the parking lot. I try to be as quiet as possible, so I don't wake up Harley.
I watch as Santana gets into her side of the car, making sure she doesn't slip. Okay, she's in the car. I have the heating on for her, because its so f*cking cold outside, and I don't want her to be cold. Quietly, I open the back door and buckle Harley into her car seat. When she starts to squirm, I place her unicorn in her arms so she is comfortable. I kiss her on the forehead and then walk around to the drivers seat.
"You good?" I pull my seat belt on and start the car. I let my hand rest on Santana's left thigh, giving her access to squeeze my hand if she needs to. Santana hasn't replied to my question. She just closes her eyes and slowly breathes out, whilst wrapping her hand around mine, and squeezes lightly. She leans her head on the window as I pull out of the car park.
As she squeezes my hand, I rub the back of her hand with my thumb. I lift her hand up to my lips and kiss it. "You're doing so good baby," I kiss her hand again, and she starts to release the pressure on my hand.
I do my best driving with one hand, holding Santana's hand at all times. When I see that Santana has fallen asleep against the window, I let go of her hand and use both of my hands to drive.
Luckily, Rachel and Finn don't live that far away, so we get there within ten minutes. I've been timing Santana's contractions, and they're about 30 minutes apart, and last for about ten seconds. So she's in the early labour stage. Am I proud of myself for knowing that? Yes. Yes, I am proud of myself.
"I'm gonna drop Harley inside baby," I lean over the console and kiss Santana's cheek. She nods, and briefly opens her eyes. I can see her move her hand from her thigh to her stomach. She rubs her belly with her thumb, as I push the door open.
I carry Harley with one arm, and Tucker's crate with the other hand, as I approach the Berry-Hudson household. I have to shake Harley to wake her so she can ring the bell. Once she does it, she falls back asleep. Finn appears behind the door pretty quickly. I try not to laugh at him; he's got really bad bed head, he has glasses on, and his smile is really slanted because he looks so tired.
"Hey," he says softly. "I have a bed set up for her in Charlie's room, and you can leave Tucker in the living room," I nod and follow Finn around the house, dropping Tucker off next to the sofa. Finn opens the door and lets me into Charlie's room. Quietly, I walk over to the set-up bed.
I lay Harley down slowly, and she wake up. "Where are you going?" Harley asks groggily.
"Mommy and I are going to the hospital," I kiss her cheek. "But Uncle Finn is going to bring you to see us in the morning," I push a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Okay Momma."
"G'night. I love you Princess."
"Love you too..."
4AM
"Brittany," Santana groans as I walk out of the bathroom. I quickly jog to her side. We've been here for just about an hour. Since I've been here, I've braided my hair into two braids, and tied a bandana around my head, somewhat like Bret Michaels. I also got changed into a sweatshirt and new sweatpants.
I sit on the chair next to Santana and take her hand. "My back hurts."
"I'll rub it for you baby," I say softly. I lift myself onto the bed and sit behind her. I lift her gown up to just above the bottom of her back. Leaving one hand on her shoulder, I tuck one leg up and leave one leg hanging off the bed. Santana leaves her hand on the knee of the leg that is tucked up. I take the one hand off her shoulder and use both of my hands to massage her back.
"Oh my God. That feels so good baby," Santana moans. She leans her head back on my chest. I bring her closer to my body, only leaving space for my hands to continue to massage her back. "Can I have your hand?" She whispers. I quickly grab her hand, and she immediately squeezes it. I lean forward and place my chin on her shoulder. I see that she's sucking her lips in, and her eyes are closed. I kiss her bare shoulder, ignoring the pain of my hand. Or maybe I just can't feel it.
"I love you," I continue to pepper kisses up and down her shoulder and neck. She lets go of my hand and I shake it, trying to get the feeling back. "That hurt," I whisper to myself. Santana turns around and whacks my chest. "What? It hurt."
"Oh, really? Next time, squeeze my hand," she says sarcastically at me. I stick my tongue out at her.
5AM
"Okay, how are we doing in here?" Dr Pillsbury walks into the room, slowly closing the door. I'm sitting back on the chair next to Santana's bed, my legs are propped up on her bed, and we're playing snap with the playing cards I found in my pocket.
"Oh, we're all good," I go to pick up the next card in my pile. Then I look up at Santana, who's raising her eyebrow at me. "You meant her, didn't you?" Dr Pillbury nods at me. He walks up to Santana.
"I'm gonna check what centimetre you're dilated at," he tells Santana. This is the part I'm least fond of. Nobody looks at my girlfriend's magical garden except me. I lean a little closer to her, as he leans down real close to her. I keep a close eye on him.
"Brittany," Santana lifts my face up so I'm looking at her. "I love you..." she trails.
"But San, he's looking at your lady parts. They belong to me," I grumble, pouting at her.
After what seems like forever, Dr Pillsbury finally pops back up. "Santana, you're about five centimetres dilated, so about half way through," he explains. Santana sighs and lies back down. "I'd recommend that you try and get some sleep maybe, it's probably going to be a long day," he puts no effort into reassuring us that it'll be a good day. I sit back in my chair and pull out my phone as he leaves the room. I have no missed calls or messages, so that's good. I guess. He writes something down on his clipboard and smiles at me. "I'l be back soon to check on everything. Just call me down if you need anything," and he left just like that.
"You wanna go to sleep baby?" I stand up and brush her hair out of her face. She nods and slowly lies back down. I help her onto her side so she's facing me. "I think I might sleep too," I wink at her and cup her face.
"It's gonna be a long ass day," she rasps, smiling weakly at me.
"I love you," I peck her on the lips and then rub her belly. "Come soon baby boy."
7AM
Santana has been sleeping on and off for about two hours. Contractions have been coming and attacking at her for both of those two hours, waking her up. Right now she's in a light sleep, and all I can do is watch her. I almost feel helpless. All I can give her is encouraging words, but that doesn't take the pain away. I hate seeing my girl in pain, and she keeps on the refusing the epidural.
When I look up from my phone, I see Santana crying in her sleep. "Hey, baby," I lean forward and kiss her on the cheek where the tear is resting.
"It hurts Britt," she cries softly.
"Sit up baby," I hold her arm and help her sit up slowly. She starts mumbling something in Spanish, still crying in pain. She takes my shirt and pulls me closer to her. I push down the barrier and sit next to her on the bed. She leans forward and starts to wipe her tears and sweat on my t-shirt.
"I can't do this anymore Britt," she sobs. "I need the f*cking epidural. It hurts too much."
"Okay, when Dr Pillsbury comes back in, we'll ask him for the epidural," I kiss her on the forehead. Then I crawl behind her, and she leans back down on my chest. I take both of her hands and rub the back of her knuckles.
"Me duele. Me duele mucho. Get him out of me!" She yells, squeezing the f*ck out of my hands.
"I know baby, I know," I push some of her hair out of the way, and peck kisses onto her neck to try and calm her down.
"You don't know," she slaps my knee, and then grips is really tight.
"I mean, getting kicked in the balls is pretty painful," I say to myself. But little to my knowledge, Santana can hear me very clearly. She curls her hand into a fist, and I can see whats coming. She punches me right in the crotch. At first I'm shocked, but then the pain kicks in. I immediately jump off the bed and cup my groin in pain. I hop around the room, then grabbing onto the arm of the chair I was sitting on. "F*ck."
"I'm so sorry baby, it just hurts so bad."
I just brush her off, because she's probably hurting more than me. "Don't worry, I'm fine baby."
Just as I'm starting to recover, I hear the door open and close. I look over my shoulder and see Dr Pillsbury. "How are we doing San- Brittany?" I can tell he's looking at me. I turn around and he's furrowing his eyebrows.
"Oh, me. Yeah, I'm fine," I say, sounding out of breath. "Just a little bit sensitive."
"Okay, and Santana. Let's see how far along you are. Last time I checked you were five centimetres," Santana nods. This time I choose not to watch as the doctor looks up my fiancee's lady garden. I just whistle awkwardly, and pretend to scroll through my phone. "You're about eight centimetres dilated, so we'll be seeing your little guy soon."
I walk up next to Santana, and Dr Pillsbury nods nervously at me, and he leaves as quickly as he can. "Told you that you were doing so good baby," I lean down and kiss her on the lips. "He's gonna be here soon. I love you," she nods, gritting her teeth and taking my hand softly. She buries her head in my neck and I can feel hot tears on flowing down my neck onto my chest. I run my fingers through her pony tail, that I pulled up to keep it out of her face.
"It just really f*cking hurts Britt."
8:30AM
Santana has been shouting at me for the past hour and a half, in Spanish might I add. So I don't understand what the f*ck she's saying. "Me duele! Te odio! Tu me has hecho esto! Nunca más vamos a tener sexo!" She shouts, squeezing each and every one of my fingers. She's lying flat on the bed, crying her eyes out.
"Okay baby, it's okay. I don't know what you said, but it's okay baby," I kiss her forehead. She lets go of my hand and takes my t-shirt, puling me towards her. We're really close, face-to-face.
"I said we're never having sex again," she chokes on a sob and leans her head on my chest.
"I mean, if that's what you want baby, I don't mind," I kiss her cheek. I don't mean it, I'm just hoping that she doesn't mean it either. Her sobbing slows down, and soon enough she's stopped crying. "You okay baby?"
She's silent for a moment, but she's breathing still, so that's all good. "Santana."
"I need to push," she mumbles into my chest.
"What?"
"I feel like I need to push. Right after that contraction."
"Okay, I'll get Dr Pillsbury, just don't push or do anything," I run out of the room, quickly met with the doctor. I bump into him, but immediately take a step back. "I think she's ready to, um... Give birth?" I say, sounding unsure of what I'm saying. "She said that she wants to push. I told her not to."
"Good, I'll come in and check her now," he tells me with a smile. I feel him following me as we walk back into the room Santana's in. As I'm sitting down next to Santana's bed, Dr Pillsbury pulls up a stool and checks in between Santana's legs. "Ten centimetres, you're definitely ready. We're gonna get you into a delivery room now," he nods and shyly smiles at me.
"He's coming baby. You're doing it."
10 minutes later...
"Okay Santana, you're ready to start pushing. I need you to push on the next contraction," the ginger doctor finally announces. The nurses made me get dressed into some scrubs, and I hate it because it means I can't kiss Santana and she probably can't hear me properly. They told me to help hold Santana's leg, so that she's in the most comfortable position she could be in. I give her my hand and muffle words of encouragement, as she curls up and gives the first push.
I rub the back of her fingers and sneakily pull the mask down and pepper kisses across her knuckles.
Every time Santana would strain herself and push, I would give her more and more encouraging words and peck sneaky little kisses around her face or hand.
Santana has been pushing for at least an hour, and still no sign of a baby.
It felt like time was passing so slowly.
At every push, Santana looked more tired. It started to worry me because it looked like she could barely take a breath in between contractions. "Breathe baby, breathe," my voice starts to sound shaky. I look at Dr Pillsbury, who looks very concerned. Then I look over at the heart monitor. Both heart beats are speeding up. Santana's getting overwhelmed, and it so is Parker.
"We need oxygen for the mother, now!" Dr Pillsbury says quickly.
"I-is something wrong?" I look around, trying to stay as calm as possible.
"We just need to calm Santana down, and calm the baby down. So we're going to give her some oxygen, and increase her IV fluids. Everything is going to be fine. If needed, we'll perform an emergency c-section."
I nod along with him, and look back down at Santana. She's starting to get really nervous. I pull down my mask and squeeze Santana's hand tightly. "What's happening Britt?" Santana asks me breathlessly.
"There just gonna give you some oxygen baby. It's gonna be okay, I promise San."
The nurses strapped on the oxygen mask, and after a few minutes, the stats were starting to go back to normal. Santana still looked tired, but her breathing was more even, and she didn't look as panicked.
"Okay, lets start the pushing again Santana," Dr Pillsbury informs Santana. As soon as I see the next contraction coming up on the monitor, Santana curls up again and I grab her hand once again.
"One, two, three, four..." I start counting for her, and the doctor continues for me. "I love you, keep pushing baby."
She relaxes after ten seconds.
Its only a few more minutes, and Dr Pillsbury is announcing that Parker is crowning. "I can see a head," and I have to resist the urge to go down next to him and watch my son being born. I stay up with Santana, smiling at her brightly.
"Bring our baby boy into the world Santana," I say to her quietly. Once again, she curls up. I can tell she's trying ten times harder. She bites her lip hard, squeezes my hand harder than ever before, and she squeezes her eyes closed as much as she possibly can. She screams, and lets her tears flow down her cheeks. And in this moment, I couldn't be prouder of my fiancee.
And within second, I feel the pressure coming off my hand, and Santana collapsing back onto the bed, her chest rising up and down slowly. I look over my shoulder and see Dr Pillsbury holding up my son. I expect to hear a high pitched cry, like you hear in the movies. But I don't. And that's when my heart starts beating harder.
"Where is he?" Santana asks me, since Parker is in a place not visible to Santana. But I can't answer her, right now all I need to know is that my son is okay.
I walk over to where Dr Pillsbury is sitting. "Is he okay?"
"He's alive, he's just having a little trouble breathing," he lifts Parker up again, trying different things to get him to breathe properly.
"Brittany," I hear Santana crying loudly. And just as she says that, Parker lets out a ear-piercing scream. But I don't care, because now I know that my baby is okay.
"Oh my God," I let out a deep breath. The doctor hands me a pair of scissors.
"Cut the cord right there," he shows me where on the umbilical cord I should snip it. I move my shaking hands there and cut it, hoping that it wouldn't hurt Parker. "There we go," Dr Pillsbury smiles. He swaddles him in a white blanket, and adjusts a little blue hat on his head. "Here's your son," he lifts Parker into my arms. He's so light. I stare at him for a while as he cries in my arms. I can't believe he's here.
I stand around, bouncing with Parker as he cries, trying not to cry myself, as Santana delivers the placenta. I place a small kiss on Parker's forehead, after moving some hair from it.
In the corner of my eyes I can see Santana straining and pushing herself to see our son. So, I slowly bring him over to Santana, and reluctantly lay him on her chest. Her oxygen mask is gone, and with the help of a few pillows, she's sitting up.
I know that Dr Pillsbury is still in between Santana's legs, stitching up a few things. I ignore it, because being here with my little family is all I need.
"He's beautiful," Santana smiles. "You're so handsome mijo," she leans down and kisses his scrunched up forehead.
"We made that," I laugh softly. "We have two kids."
Parker starts to calm down, and I'm grateful for that. I can't stop looking at him and smiling.
He has a mixture of Santana and mine's features. His hair is light brown, and he has beautiful brown eyes. My nose. Santana's lips. He's just really f*cking beautiful.
One of the nurses helps Santana get in a comfortable position to breastfeed, and it seems like Parker is a natural. He latches on straight away. "I love him so much," Santana says softly, watching Parker nuzzle into her body.
"I do too," I hold out my finger to him. And just like in the movies, he grabs my finger. I smile widely, and I can see Santana looking up at me out of the corner of my eye. But I can't tear my gaze away from Parker. "I love you Parker," I say softly.
And then I look at Santana and kiss her forehead. "Thank you baby."
"Thank you too."
A/N: and Parker has arrived. It was a tough one, but he's here!
and everybody loves him, obviously!
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