Santana scowled at her seamstress, she was tired of all the snide comments about her growing weight, if people hadn't met her they wouldn't know that she was pregnant. She wasn't particularly large yet, she didn't need people fussing over her. She felt fine, even if her appetite had increased. Both Rachel and Judy were trying to tell her the horrors about pregnancy and how she would feel sick all the time. But she felt fine, well mostly fine. She personally felt as though she was going to murder the seamstress. It's like she was against pregnant women.
There was a sharp knock at the door and she looks up as Judy enters the room, she was late of course but these days Judy was always late. "I'm sorry Santana, but Rachel and Lucas practically shoved her into my arms and went back to bed."
Santana nods, "Charlie made himself scarce?"
"He mentioned something about how he hasn't seen the new foal, and took off, he's got a hidden talent when it comes to figuring out when Rachel and Lucas are in need. He is however terrible at thinking of things on the spot, I know for a fact that Charlie's decided to put his breeding to a stop for the year. I don't even think he's held her yet, one would think that with a baby of his own on the way, he would be eager to learn everything he can."
Santana snorted and looked away for a moment, he had been fussing over her for the past few weeks and it was exhausting, and irritating. "We're tempering our expectations. Also, you've heard Beth scream." She couldn't really blame Charlie, she didn't exactly want anything to do with Beth either.
"Unfortunately," Judy mutters under her breath. The windows needed to be replaced almost daily. She glances at Santana carefully, she hadn't missed the earlier comment. "Santana, I understand that this is a scary time for you, and given the history that both Rachel and I share—"
"I feel fine Judy, I'm just frustrated with Charlie's hovering, I would prefer it if we could have this wedding before I get truly round."
"His father was like that, I enjoyed asking for outrageous things and watching him do it, every pregnancy he was more worried about me—there were some pregnancies—" Judy exhales slowly it wouldn't do to scare the girl. "I know how frustrating it can be. I know how scared you must feel but I assure you when you're close to the time of birth, you're going to need every little bit of help he can offer you. Rachel found it useful to prepare Lucas for the birth to make sure he was ready. At the very least it should be something that amuses you."
Santana smirks, she hadn't thought of pushing her luck with him. "He promised that he'd take this wedding seriously."
"Wedding's are for the bride, dear. I assure you, that his input on the flowers, the feast arrangements, who sits with whom—" Judy shook her head. "It's for the best that he's not attempting to help, my poor garden hasn't recovered from the last time he tried to help. What you two must have a conversation on, however is what you're going to do after the baby is born. I realized that we can't have two toddlers getting into all sorts of trouble here at the palace."
Santana purses her lips slightly, as the seamstress finally lets her go free. "Well, I'll admit I haven't quite gotten used to living somewhere else, I've enjoyed my time here. Especially the hot springs."
"You can't keep using them, while you're pregnant." Judy said absent mindedly, "Your midwife should have informed you of that ages ago."
Santana twitched but nodded, it seemed she needed to give up more and more of her freedoms to carry Charlie's child. While he went off gallivanting around. She slips on her clothes quickly and moves with Judy out of the room. "Perhaps we can find something in the citadel—"
"Of course, not dear, Charles and Lucas both have their own palace. Personally, I would think with their age they would get tired of living so close to us. Russell complains daily about how he had twin palaces made at their birth and they haven't once used it—" Judy stops in her tracks and smiles. "Perhaps you should suggest it to him, after our wedding of course you should take a few of the servants and go and have some time to yourself there. It'll give you an idea of how you wish to decorate the place."
Santana's brow rose for a moment, "That sounds like a marvelous idea." It sounded like Judy was getting tired of taking care of Beth and she needed her sons out of the palace before they ruined more of her nice things. She's about to say more when she spots her husband talking animatedly with Tina about something, she frowns slightly. His hair was tussled and his clothes were ruffled, and she didn't want to begin to wonder what he'd been up to. "Charlie."
He looks up at her for a moment as a guilty look crossed his features. "My—"
Santana held up her hand, he was acting suspiciously. "I have spent most of the morning being stuck by seamstresses, and having snide comments made about the fact that I've started to gain some weight. You were the one that insisted that we move the wedding up."
Charlie looked between Santana and his mother for a moment, before dismissing Tina with a wave of his hand. "I tried to help but I'm afraid my help is scoffed at," Charlie says looking at his mother.
"Weddings are for the bride, it's your duty to show up looking clean and you must be shaven." Judy reaches and touches his hair, which was already becoming unruly. "This will not do."
Charlie jerks away from his mother and looks at Santana, a wounded puppy look on his face. "And Brittany laughed at my attempts to dance with her."
Santana shook her head slightly unimpressed, but immediately moved to link her arm with his. She was curious as to what he was talking to Tina about. "Are you discussing the next campaign? Have you chosen a general to take your place?"
Charlie frowned, "I haven't, Tina is perhaps the best choice however there has never been a woman in charge of our armies, I'm uncertain how certain men will react. I believe it might be best to name Mike, but all the power will be in Tina's hands."
Santana hummed, she didn't want to accuse him of anything in front of his mother, but her curiosity was piqued. "What are you planning?"
Charlie flashes her a grin and leans in to kiss her only to have her stop him from doing so, and he groans. "Santana—"
"Given how our wedding went, I hope you realized by now that I do not enjoy surprises."
Charlie glanced at his mother who laughed at the trouble he was getting himself into, "I've got the scar to prove how much you dislike them. But I sent Tina to go and get my palace ready. I figure since she's a woman, then she must know what you would need to be comfortable. I believe it wise to spend some time together away from my parents. It's quiet Santana, we'll be able to sleep without having all the glass shattered while we sleep."
Santana frowns, he was still lying. She didn't quite know how she knew but she knew, and she didn't like it at all. But she was going to let him have this one. "That had better be the truth," Santana said jabbing him in the region she had stabbed him.
"Santana."
"I have my daily appointment with your father. Though if he tells me to sit down and be still once more, I'm going to burn him." Santana froze and looked at Judy, who merely smiled. "I apologize in advance."
"Don't worry, I'm aware he can be trying. Lord knows I wish I could do what you do."
