(Hey guys. So, I've been like epically sick for the last week and a bit so I'm sorry this is short. But, please enjoy.)


"So, can we do this like right now? Tonight?" Puck smiled as she leered at the girls. Santana rolled her eyes. "What?"

"I was kidding, Puckermen." Santana said, as she wrapped her arms around her wife. "Serious, dude did you think I'd let you near her?"

"But… you said…" He pouted as she looked at them longingly.

"Maybe if you'd stop looking at us like we're cake… but no please just go to this address for two o'clock tomorrow and do your thing." Santana explained handing him a piece of paper with an address. "Seriously, Puck. Please."

"Of course." He smiled taking the paper.

Santana laid back on the exam table, her mind automatically went back to the last time she was in the hospital. Her arm draped over her eyes and she tried to block out the bad memories. Quinn watched her quietly as she leaned her head against the Latina's thigh.

"Baby," Quinn whispered, "You're trembling."

"I know." Santana removed her arm and tangled her fingers in the girls hair. "Remembering the last time I was here."

"Don't." Quinn said lovingly as she kissed the Latina's palm. "We're here for a totally different reason and you should be excited."

"I know. Though the thought of having Puck swimming inside me is kinda freaking me out." Santana laughed, "It's kinda strange."

"Don't think about it. When I had Alison, I tried not to think about it as much as possible." Quinn moved up and kissed the girls temple. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too," Santana groaned and looked around the room. "Where the hell is this doctor. My uterus is not getting any more fertile."


2 months later.

Santana groaned as she lifted herself off the floor of the precinct bathroom. She moved to the sink and took a large handful of water and splashed over her face, she rinsed out her mouth and grabbed a wad of paper towels and dried herself off. She slid her arms back into her black sweater that covered her uniform as she headed back to her desk. She slumped back into her chair, and leaned her head into her palm. One of her colleagues wandered by her desk and slid a package of saltines on her desk.

"It helps with the morning sickness." Mary exclaimed as she smiled knowingly at the young cop. Santana looked panicked when the older woman suggested it. "Don't worry, no one else noticed. It sometimes helps working with all men." She winked before walking away. Santana laid her head on the desk and caught her breath before returning to work. She had been on to close to 12 hours, her partner was out sick and she needed to get her reports done. Finally, she was able to head home. She changed into baggy jeans and Quinn's sweatshirt before bundling up and heading over to Quinn's work. Santana shuffled through the cold Chicago winter and leaned against the railing, Quinn walked out a few minutes later and smiled when she saw her wife holding two cups of coffee.

"You look cold, babe." Quinn whispered as she placed a gentle kiss on the Latina's lips, she pulled away and reached for the first coffee. "You brought me coffee?"

"Yep." She said, holding the alternate cup out for her. "This one's yours."

"We drink the same kind." Quinn noted, as she sipped. Santana shrugged as they started working towards the subway. They jumped on their train and headed back to their apartment. Quinn watched her wife suspiciously as they rode the subway home, she was oddly silent and focused on taking slow sips of her cup. They got off at their stop and headed into their building. Santana unlocked the for the blonde and pushed it open. "Aislin has her after school thing today."

"Right, I forgot." Santana replied as she put down her work bag and closed the door. "She's at gymnastics?"

"Theatre." Quinn said, she was growing worried. Santana seldom forgot anything, exactly where Aislin was concerned. Ever since the run in with her father, Santana had made sure that she was the one waiting for the little girl after her activities and if she couldn't Quinn was there. "What's up with you?" The blonde asked as she followed Santana to the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"You're kinda out of it, are you just tired from work or is it something else?" Quinn asked as she threaded her fingers with Santana's. The latina tilted her head to the side and smiled softly as she looked at the women next to her.

"I love you." Santana whispered, causing Quinn to smile and kiss her cheek. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" Quinn asked fearfully, "Are you okay? Did something happen? Is it your dad or Gabriel?"

"Baby, baby. Calm down," Santana said. "It's not them. Listen I waited to tell you because I wanted to make sure that it was gaining to stick… Um. So… I guess I'm pregnant." Quinn starred at her, her eyes comically wide. "Q?" Santana asked as she tried to gage a reaction. "Like, I didn't know it would work the first time. I thought I was just stressed and missed my period and then it happened again. Now it's like 12 weeks or something. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Shut up, Santana." Quinn exclaimed before she fused their lips together. "Baby, you're pregnant!"

"Yeah." Santana smiled, as she kissed the pale girl again. "I am."

"I love you so much." Quinn said as she held her closely, "I'm annoyed you didn't tell me sooner, but I understand why."

"Guess what?" Santana said as she whispered into the girls neck.

"What?"

"We're having a baby."