Covered in paint, brush in hand Santana observed the walls she'd spent the better part of two hours painting. It was a Kelly green, with a stencil of a tree sprouting from the wall with the window. The couple had decided on not finding out the sex of the baby, so the nursery had to be gender neutral. Santana was five months pregnant and full of energy, which made it very hard to sleep.
Quinn rolled over, searching for the darker woman in their bed. When she came up empty she pulled the blanket around her shoulders and trudged out into the apartment, leaning against the door frame as she watched the other woman clean up her mess.
"It looks great, San." Quinn smiled, trying to not laugh at the green smudges over Santana's cheeks and tank top covered stomach. "You on the other hand are looking mighty green."
"Laugh it up, next time… you get to carry the demon spawn that keeps me up all night." Santana scowled, her hand resting lovingly on her lightly protruding stomach.
"Already did that, you're daughter is asleep." Quinn teased kissing Santana's temple. "Come on, bath time for you." Takes the Latina's hand and drags her down the hall to the bathroom and starts running the water. She carefully strips the paint drenched clothing off her wife and throws them into the sink. "Seriously, babe did you mean to paint yourself?"
"I'm not used to.." Motions to her stomach, "this yet." Quinn giggled and stripped her own clothing off and sat down in the tub followed by Santana between her legs. The blonde wrapped her arms around the girl in front of her, letting her fingers trace the small contour of her stomach.
"You're still so tiny," Quinn remarked, "When I was 24 weeks I felt huge!"
"But, you we're so cute pregnant." Santana smiled, tangling their fingers together. "Can I knock you up next time?"
"Next time, eh?"
"Yeah. I mean. Beth will be older, and if we wait till the baby is like 3? Should be good… right?" The Latina said, feeling insecure half way through.
"I want more than one. I think waiting a few years will be good." Quinn smiled into her skin. Her fingers trailed down and gently teased the girls opening. "I love that pregnancy makes you so wet… all the time." She husked, Santana's hips bucked and Quinn's fingers slipped over her core; she teased her clit before entering her.
"F-fuck." Santana whispered, her lead leaning back and resting on Quinn's shoulder. The blonde kissed the carmel skin and worked the girl up until she was writhing and gasping. "I'm.. god i'm close."
"Let go, beautiful. Come for me." She said as she tugged on the girls earlobe. Santana tangled her fingers into Quinn's hair, hips arching up and emitting a loud gasp. The blonde held her wife closely as she came down, gently pulling out she grabbed the body wash and began to soap up the darker woman. Santana just relaxed into her body, letting the paint get washed away.
Quinn helped Santana out and wrapped a robe around them both before heading back to the bedroom. The mother to be laid on the bed while the blonde grabbed the coco butter and straddled Santana's legs. She untied the robe and massaged the lotion into any spot of skin she could reach.
"You're too good to me." Santana smiled as she rested with her eyes closed.
"You're carrying my child. You are my wife and I love you," Quinn said with a kiss to the swell of tanned stomach. "I think it fits into the job description." Santana chucked softly, looking over at the clock with a groan.
"I have work in like 4 hours..."
"I can't wait til you're on maternity leave." Quinn said as she tied the robe back up and laid behind Santana spooning her. "Then all I have to worry about is if your gonna go all HIBC and glare at the baby."
"I'm not gonna glare at the baby..." Santana fought.
"You already do." Quinn chuckled, as she stroked her belly, "It's ok the baby knows you love it."
"Damn well better... But, i'm just doing case work and one patrol by in millennium park today."
"Okay..."
"I'll be okay. We'll be okay."
"I know. I know." Quinn sighed, "Aislin has after school care today because I have parent teacher meetings. So, i'll pick her up after and we'll make dinner."
"I thought you two were gonna go pick out a crib thing?"
"Maybe tomorrow." Quinn yawned, as she gave into the exhaustion. "Sleep." She mumbled into Santana's neck. The young mother sighed and snuggled closer to the blonde, her mind filled with fears and excitement about the baby... but mostly fear since the date of Gabe's release was soon.
