Sam stared at the two women in front of him, he had been very certain that he had told Santana to never attempt to create life. In fact, he had made it clear that the ethical implications, not to mention the practical implications could be catastrophic for the world. He had been sure he had stressed those points to Santana. He should have made this abundantly clear when the two of them had gone off on their three-week honeymoon. Charlie at least understood that using her abilities came with a responsibility, but he had never taken the time to beat it into Santana, that her powers were even more world changing than Charlie's. "What do you mean you're pregnant."

Charlie scratched her cheek; she wasn't quite sure how it had happened either. She'd been with Santana nearly every minute of the day for the past three weeks. They'd had sex non-stop, and when they weren't doing that, they were exploring whichever country they were in. "Santana's pregnant."

"Are you certain."

"The doctor confirmed it, we take our health seriously after what they did to us and I missed a period—" Santana shrugged. "So, I went to go check it out. Blood test results came back last night and Charlie dragged me here. Because you're clearly the only nerd that we trust with this strange shit."

"Santana," Charlie said with a sigh. "He's doing his best."

"He gets all his information from comic books."

"Well where else is he going to get his knowledge from it's not like magic babies just pop into existence," Charlie pointed out. "So, she's pregnant."

"How?"

"Well Sam, when two women love each other—"

"I know how science works, and I know that you didn't get inseminated, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"That's a big word," Charlie mused. When she's met with a scowl, she smiles at him, "We're having a baby Sam, a little baby that has a bit of me and Santana in it—"

"Are you certain about that?" Sam questioned. "If Santana did create life, if she created life with her abilities, are we sure the other half of the DNA is yours? And even if that is the case are, we certain that this is compatible with life? And let's assume this child of yours is born with ten toes and ten fingers, and is healthy, what if she has your powers. I told you Charlie that if you ever wanted to have kids, then you needed to think long and hard about a surrogacy or adoption because we have no idea what they did to your genetic code. If it was rewritten or if it was damaged and whether you would pass that onto any child you have."

Santana frowned slightly; it wasn't as if she hadn't thought about this on the way here. But Charlie seemed very enthusiastic about having a baby, and she hadn't been sure how to bring all this up. She was fine with making Sam the bad guy. "I'm willing to take the risk Sam—"

"It could kill you," Sam said firmly. "You're not going to a doctor and letting them know what happened to you. You don't even know what happened to you. What happens to a two-year-old with Charlie's powers—or if they show the same abilities as you? And the same lack of care of you do when it comes to all of this? What if they create a dog because they wanted one and you said no? What if they bring their toys to life? Have either of you thought of this? Are you going to take responsibility if god forbid your kid hurts someone accidentally?"

"The baby could also be normal. You're right there are a lot of what if's—but that also could mean we just have a normal kid; you know with normal parent problems. You know, getting our kid into preschool. We should probably start now—"

Sam snapped his fingers in front of Charlie's face forcing her to pay attention. They weren't taking this seriously. "I don't approve of this."

"So, you don't want to be the baby's godfather?" Charlie asked. "I mean we figure if our kid does have powers then you probably could help mold the kid so you know the baby doesn't turn out to be a supervillain. It has half my DNA after all."

"You aren't a supervillain," Santana says with a roll of her eyes. Though Charlie definitely rode that line hard. She had probably been one bad day away from going full supervillain. "Our child won't have a life like you had. They won't want for anything; I mean we aren't going to spoil the kid but they'll have a normal childhood."

Charlie nodded, and reached for Santana's hand. She hoped that if they got any powers at all it would be Santana's. She wasn't sure she wanted her kid to have her powers and all the negatives that came with it. "We should talk to your father, he knows our medical history, and even though he's not a baby doctor, he should be able to give us more information, right?"

Santana nodded, that sounded like a really good idea. She flicks her eyes at Sam who still looked ten seconds away from a full-blown panic attack. "Changed my mind we'll find another godfather."

"Hey now! Who else are you going to trust with a super baby?" Sam scowled crossing his arms over his chest.

"The person who won't get them a cape for their first birthday," Santana shoots back.

"I would never! Bad things happen to superheroes with capes." Sam snaps at Santana horrified that she would think him that irresponsible.

Charlie rolled her eyes as Santana began to pick on Sam, at least he was fighting back now. They were having a baby, she suspected Santana had accidentally done it when they had talked about what they wanted in the future and she had said it would be nice to have a kid that was a little bit of both of them. She hadn't expected Santana to do it accidentally. But with those responsible for her imprisonment and torture behind bars and a massive class action suit going forward against Titan, she had finally felt comfortable enough to want to start a family with Santana. She had just wanted to start with a puppy. Maybe they could do both.

~ O ~

Santana could only blame Sam for the current state of her house. Sam and Charlie. Charlie was the one that had enabled Sam's terrible behavior with their daughter, who was now obsessed with superheroes. Spider-Gwen happened to be her favorite, and that generally meant climbing over things and leaping onto other pieces of furniture. She'd already nearly knocked down the television twice. She'd already lost three laptops to her daughter's attempts at parkour.

If you could call it parkour. It was more like jumping around and mostly falling. There had been two trips to see her abuelo, and four trips to the hospital. She was beginning to think that the doctors suspected them of child abuse. At least they had until Isabela had gotten bored and attempted to jump off the hospital bed, when her back was turned. She was certain that Charlie had used her abilities for the first time in years to grab her before she cracked her head on the hospital floor.

She was eternally grateful that her daughter hadn't inherited their abilities. With how wild Isabella was, and how permissive Charlie was it was a recipe for disaster. She loved Charlie more than anything, but with a father like Russell Fabray, Charlie had read every parenting book that she could get her hands on and taken copious notes. Which had all gone out the window the moment the moment she had laid eyes on Isabella. Her wife had overcorrected. She couldn't think of a time that Charlie had said no to Isabella. No matter how ludicrous the request was. They had argued over it and Charlie was getting better at backing her up, but she still failed to be a proper disciplinarian. She was working on it though.

Though it would help if Quinn acted like an adult around Isabella, but she spoiled her niece as well. As did her parents. Her daughter was loved. And it wasn't as if Isabella wasn't a good kid, she was. She was just incredibly spoiled.

And Isabella was the most important part of her life, powers or no. True there were days when she wanted to quit her job but every time she thought about quitting and joining Charlie at being a stay at home mom she got promoted and given more responsibility. The cases that she did get usually involved defending children, and teenagers. And she enjoyed her work just as much as she enjoyed spending time with her family.

Her family who didn't quite understand that they needed to pick up after themselves after they played with Lego. But at least none of her furniture was broken. She feels the hair on the back of her arm raise and a sudden warmth as Charlie appears from behind her and wraps an arm around her. "You're using your powers again?"

"Here and there, mostly to stop our daughter from getting herself killed," Charlie murmurs into her neck. "She's taking a nap. We went to this trampoline place and I showed her some pretty cool tricks. I've still got it."

Santana turned her head so she could kiss Charlie gently, it's deep enough that it lulls Charlie into a false sense of security. She immediately shoves the container of Lego that she'd been using to contain Isabella's blocks, into Charlie's arms and looks at her. "The house is a mess."

Charlie puffs out her cheeks. "I was going to clean it, but you're home now and Isabella is asleep—" Charlie sighs and looks at the mess that was their living room.

Santana smiles, "If you hurry up, and get the Lego you can join me in the tub. I want a nice long soak," she says finally.

"Should I bring the wine?" Charlie asks with a small smile.

"And do that thing with the chocolate and strawberries that I like," Santana says a grin breaking out on her face. "And I'll do that thing you like when we get to bed tonight."

Charlie's eyes widen, "Yeah?"

Santana nods, "But that's only if you end up—" she blinks and watches as little dark holes appear underneath all the Lego and it begins to rain into the little container. "Cheater. Wine, strawberries with chocolate dip," she reminds Charlie as she heads to their room unbuttoning her shirt as she does so. They had made it. They had lived, and they weren't done living.

AN: And with that it's the end of Dark Fantasy. I haven't written one of these in a long time, mostly cause I don't really have that much to say. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you all stick around for the next fic whatever I choose to drop next. Who knows what that will be. Probably a new fic will show up in May.