Santana flicks her eyes towards Charlie who seemed to be keeping his distance, he'd been deathly quiet as the midwives had met with her to inform her what she should expect. This wasn't supposed to happen for another year or two. "What are we going to do?"

Charlie flicks his eyes towards her, she had finally calmed down, but he knew he was currently standing on thin ice. "What do you mean?"

Santana bristled at the comment, and turned to him. How could he be this calm about things. At least he wasn't asking how this had happened. "What exactly is your plan here?"

"Plan?" Charlie echoes. He had to wonder what his father was teaching Santana when he felt the heat hit him like a wave. Since when was he supposed to think of a plan. Their last plan had not gone well, if his mother was to be believed and Santana was indeed pregnant. "We have a baby?" When Santana just glowers at him, he shifts nervously and swallows. "I—this is just a surprise. I thought we were being careful."

"You think that I wanted this?" Santana says, the idea of his child growing inside of her scared her. She had heard what Rachel went through, she had witnessed childbirth and it terrified her. More than anything in the world, he couldn't be nonchalant about this.

Charlie rubs the back of his neck, "I'm going to need to postpone the campaign—I mean unless you don't want me too. Oh! You'll also need a good midwife. The best midwife, and I don't know whether we should remain here or go to one of the other palaces. We'd need our own servants—" Charlie rubbed his brow. "And Brittany—I may love my cousin but perhaps you should have a more mature lady in waiting, or someone who has a child. Are they still called ladies? Perhaps my mother has some ideas—"

Santana watched him babble, she could feel the nervous energy and there was a crackle of lightning. The thick static between them. She was surprised that he had quickly made plans to postpone his campaign, it was a nice gesture. "We can start planning in the morning."

Charlie exhales, he was still to numb and the idea that a life was now growing inside of Santana was baffling to him. He shuffles towards her for a moment and opens his arms. "We also need to think of a name. I don't plan on calling it the baby like Lucas until her naming day."

Santana wrinkles her nose, "They don't actually plan on calling her the baby? Do they really not have a name?"

Charlie bites his lip, "They used to but after the third attempt—I think they learned to temper their expectations. I imagine now they're currently having an argument in hushed whispers about what to call her. I believe they've only thought about boy names." Charlie tilts his head slightly eyeing Santana carefully. "I hope it's a girl."

Santana blinked and then rolled her eyes, "You wish to force your father's hand to make the baby the third in line."

Charlie smiled at her, she was beginning to figure him out. "That and having a girl would be easier. I don't have to worry—"

"Little girls grow into women who can get pregnant, and fall in love with the first idiot that takes their virginity. I speak from experience on the matter," Santana points out, cutting him off. "You say this now. But just wait till she's Brittany's age and it's a boy you don't approve off."

Charlie blinked and raised his hand smiling as sparks ran up and down his arm, "I think I can handle any boy."

Santana rolled her eyes again and slipped under the covers of the bed he was being ridiculous. "I'll make sure to remind you of this if our daughter finds a boy that she likes."

Charlie grumbles at this before climbing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around her tightly, he's quiet for a moment. She didn't seem angry at him. "Do you think my mother can speed up the wedding? The nobles must know who you are."

Santana blinks, he'd avoided every mention of the wedding, he'd ducked out of anything to do with it instead leaving it to her and Judy to come up with something. "We're already married."

"Yes, but I realize now that you deserve better than a rushed wedding with a man you didn't know. I might very well end up becoming the Emperor and if that is the case I wish for you to be as revered and as loved as my mother in her role. Even if I don't become emperor, you are my queen and the future mother to my children and I will love you and I will honor you for the rest of my days." Charlie promises.

"You love me?" Santana rolls over so she can look at him. "Since when? Please don't tell me you're foolish enough to say you loved me from the moment you met me. We met at our wedding."

"Of course not," Charlie insists flashing Santana a small smile and nudging her.

"So when was it then? The first time we had sex?" Santana presses.

"No. I think it was around the time you stabbed me."

Santana stares at him like he's grown another head, "I hated you back then, you were taking me away from my family and everything. Why would you love me? I've always wondered why you didn't have me hauled off and executed. I mean I understand that there are many people who wish to see you fall, but why me?"

"I never wanted a wife who would simply do as I say, just because of my position. I mean the stabbing was a bit much, and it still hurts on some days, but you showed me that you weren't going to cower in front of me."

Santana crinkled her nose, "Is that why you got me pregnant? So, I couldn't kill you?" Charlie's grin said it all and she swats his chest hard. "I hope it's a boy," She says after a moment. "I think I'd enjoy it if our son annoyed you the way I'm sure you annoy your father." Charlie scoffed at this but pulled her closer. "I thought that all men wish for a son?"

"I do not wish to send my son out to war," Charlie said after a moment. "I'm good at it, so is Lucas, but witnessing it—I simply do not wish that on any of my children. I will conquer the world for them, so that they do not have to."

She hadn't thought of that, "I don't want you to go on your next campaign. Giving birth is horrible."

"I won't." Charlie promised kissing her shoulder gently.