Author's note: We are down to the final two chapters. This is mostly a flashback. The next chapter will be a time jump with glimpses into the pregnancy and future. I hope you are all well.

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Two Months Later

Brittany closes her laptop after turning in her essay. She stretches and looks at the time. Dinner is about to be done, so she gets up and checks on their dinner. The rice is fully cooked, as is the chicken breast. She grabs the frozen veggies and tosses them in a saucepan before adding water to us and setting it on the stove.

Santana is going to be home soon. Since they've found out she was pregnant, Brittany has done a lot to help out. She often makes dinner for the two of them. The smell of dinner lingers in the air, and she closes her eyes and inhales the delicious aroma. She thinks about the first few times she had made dinner and laughs. She'd burned so many things and almost, almost served chicken raw once. There was a bunch of trial and error and a lot of ordering out, but she got the hang of things fairly quickly, like many things in her life.

There were many, many things in the house that reminded them of David. They bought some new furniture and redesigned it to remedy this, donating those things to a local reseller that raised money for the less fortunate. Brittany had kept some of her father's most prized possessions and placed them in his old office. She also framed the letters she got from him. They are hung up on the wall with a picture of her mom and dad in the center. She smiled every time she saw them.

Her dad believed in her, was proud of her, and wanted her to do great things. She hoped to make him even more proud. She also hoped she would be a good parent like he was. She was most excited about being a parent. Still very young, and many would say, a child herself, she wanted this so bad.

Her smile grows as her eyes land on the sonogram on the fridge like it did every time they did. She and Santana were having a girl and a boy. Two children that she loved so much already. Even if she hadn't met them in person, she knew they were perfect.

As for her and Santana, things have been going great. They take it day by day. The two hadn't had sex until very recently.

Brittany licks her lips as she recalls the day.

Brittany parks her car and is surprised to see Santana's car already parked. She thinks for a second if she got her schedule mixed up because Santana is usually not home when she got back from school, but she is sure she remembered it correctly. She shrugs and makes her way to the elevator, and presses the button to her floor where her apartment is. On her long elevator ride, she contemplates what to make for dinner. She has some homework to do, so she thinks spaghetti is perfect. She could make a salad and toast some bread, but then also considers ordering out since she really doesn't feel like doing dishes.

She pulls out her phone, looks through her local options on DoorDash. She makes several disinterested faces and some disappointment at several unappealing options as nothing seems to interest her. She decides to go with the spaghetti and then drops her phone back into her brown leather purse.

The doors open, and she makes her way to her apartment. She raises her eyebrow in confusion, expecting to see Santana watching tv or eating a snack as she often does now that the cravings have really started to kick in. Brittany smiles when she thinks about this because Santana often complains about getting fat, but Brittany reminds her all the time that she looks gorgeous, and she means it.

Pregnancy looks beautiful on Santana, and anyone could tell just by looking at her that she loved it. There was a happy aura around her, and Brittany loved how glad it made her. Brittany enjoyed all the changes, too, even the snoring and constant need to stop anywhere to use the restroom. She loved everything about it because every night, she would place many kisses all over her belly. She recently learned that they could hear, and since then, she's been greeting them and telling them she loves them.

In short, Santana and their babies lit up her world.

Shrugging, she makes her way to the kitchen island and sets her purse down, and puts her backpack on the floor against a chair.

A moan catches her attention, and it goes straight to her groin. She turns to the direction she heard it from and hears another and smirks as she raises an eyebrow before making her way to her room which was now theirs. She closes her eyes when she hears another as she gets closer to the closed door. She can feel her cock hardening. She undoes her jeans, removes them before reaching into her underwear to stroke her cock. She slowly opens the door to find a naked Santana on her bed with her hands inside her wet pussy. Panicked, Santana removes it and reaches for a pillow to cover herself.

"Britt, I-"

Brittany shakes her head, letting her know she doesn't need an explanation. She makes her way over to Santana, removing her shirt as she does so, and removes Santana's pillow to cover up and joins their foreheads.

She can smell Santana's arousal. It surrounds her. She can't stop her eyes from closing as she breathes it in with a deep breath. Brittany opens her eyes and is met with Santana's. Undeniable lust and hunger are all she sees. It sets her on fire, making her heart thump rapidly and blood rush to her groin. She can feel herself getting hard.

Brittany reaches for Santana's hands and brings them to her, separating her fingers before she takes her two soaked fingers into her mouth and slowly sucks them cleans. Her eyes close at the taste that drives her wild, and she hums in approval at its deliciousness. Slowly she opens her eyes and removes the fingers from her mouth. She brings their faces together, crashing their lips together in a desperate kiss.

A pleasurable moan is released from one of them as they kiss. She's missed this so much. Santana's lips are so soft they feel like clouds. She takes her time kissing her, wanting to memorize the feel of Santana's lips as they move against hers. She wants to relish in the sweetness of Santana's mouth.

She whispers between kisses that she knows it's the hormones, and she's been waiting for Santana to need her. She kisses her again, loving the warmth of her wet tongue as it moves against hers. Her warm, wet mouth tastes so sweet. She starts to move her kisses to her jawline. She nips and tucks at the skin there, sucking and biting slightly the new skin offered to her when Santana moves her head up and exposes her neck. She licks and sucks the pulse she feels against her tongue, marking her.

She can hear Santana moan and feel her wetness in her skin since Santana is moving her hips. Down, down, down she goes, placing several kisses on her way down. Her hands grab and squeeze her breast. Eventually, her mouth replaces her fingers as she runs her tongue along and around her already rock-hard nipple before she wraps her lips around it and sucks. Brittany can't stop the moans that leave her mouth when Santana's hands tug at her hair. She can hear Santana's hard breathing and a breath plea with a shaky voice to stop teasing her, but it's been too long, too long, too long, and Brittany is enjoying every second of this. She sucks her nipple hard before letting it go with a pop. She wastes no time grabbing her other boob and putting her mouth in it to suck in the equally hardened nipple. She goes up and quickly kisses her lips, whispers that she's beautiful before going father down, down, down. She leaves kisses, nibs at her skin. She places both hands in Santana's stomach and places many, many kisses on her growing belly.

The intoxicating scent is too much. Brittany is spellbound and wants to taste the source. She wants to drown in all that is Santana. She moves her hands to her thighs and spreads them apart. She takes another deep breath, and her eyes close again as she does so. She takes her hand and touches her growing cock with one of her hands to give it some relief as she stares at Santana's glistening center. Santana's pussy and inner thighs are wet, and Brittany can't wait much longer. Brittany licks her right thigh slowly, making sure to get all the wetness on one thought and quickly moving to kick her other thigh. Brittany heard Santana sigh in relief before Santana moans when she licks her opening slowly with her strong, firm tongue. Brittany tightens her hold in her thighs when Santana bucks into her, but Brittany doesn't remove her mouth. She licks once, twice, up, and down before sticking her tongue inside Santana.

Her hips move on their accord against the mattress beneath her, and her cock presses against her abdomen. She is so hard for Santana and wants to stick her fat cock into Santana's soaking wet pussy, but Santana tastes too fucking good. Brittany removes her mouth, and before Santana can protest, she moves Santana's thighs over her shoulders, moves her hands to her butt, and quickly sticks her tongue back into Santana. Santana's hands land on her head, and her legs squeeze the sides of her face. Brittany pushes her head more into her and shakes her head a little. She then begins to bob her head slightly, doing so a few times and then shaking her head.

Santana quickly follows her rhythm and begins to push her head down into her.

Brittany squeezes her butt cheeks as she continues to devour Santana. She moves her mouth to suck in her clit, making room for two of her fingers. Santana's so soaked they easily slide in. She can feel Santana's shear and tightness as she thrust into her. Her mouth is sucking her clit and licking the wetness that seems never-ending.

"Fuck," she hears Santana gasps out breathlessly.

Santana's close. She can tell not only the tightness on her fingers but by Santana moans and the quickness of her movements.

She takes her fingers out and quickly releases them with her tongue and rubs her face into Santana so that her tongue goes in as deep as it can. This causes her nose to rub up against her.

A few seconds more, and Santana comes. Wetness gushes into her mouth, and she greedily consumes all of it. She slowly confíes to use her mouth on Santana as she comes down from her high, lapping up juices and placing living kisses on the wet, hot skin in her face.

She pulls away to look at a heavy kidded Santana. A dope smile quickly makes its way onto Brittany's face. Santa's face is flushed red, and Brittany can feel that hers is too. Feeling the air in her face a new, Brittany can feel that Santana's wetness is all over her mouth, cheeks, and chin. She runs her tongue along her lips as she moves to lay in her back.

Her rock-hard cock is wet from in the precum, as are her stomach and the sheets where it was. It hurts so much from how long she's been putting off her own pleasure.

Santana's hands are in her face, not a second after to kiss her with desperation.

Santana hovers above her. Brittany's hands fin their way onto Santana's ass again. She gropes and squeezes the muscles, feeling the flesh pool between her fingers. She subconsciously rocks her hips into Santana, causing Santana to moan when her cock toches her stomach.

Santana pulls away. Hooded eyes now relaxed with a hungry look that makes her heart race even more. Santana moves, and Brittany thinks she's going on for another kiss, but Santana moves so that she is straddling her.

Santana reaches for her hard and wet cock. She moans when Santana moves her hand. It feels so fucking good that she closes her eyes. Santana moves her hand a few times, but then her movements stop. Disappointment prompts Brittany to open her eyes.

Before she can say anything in protest, Santana kisses her hungrily before positioning her cock, lining it up with her opening, and she sinks down.

"Oh fuck," Brittany breathes out.

Tightness and wetness engulf her throbbing cock without any resistance.

Santana straightens her back and looks down at Brittany as she slowly gyrates her hips. Her eyes become lidded and match Brittany's.

It's been too long, and this just feels so good.

Slowness begins to fade as Santana feels this sensation to get off again and again and again.

Brittany isn't going to last long. Santana can feel Brittany's hands squeezing her butt as she grinds up into her from below. Brittany's abdomen muscles are tightening. Santana can feel the firmness under her hands that rest on Brittany's stomach.

Brittany grunts and grunts and grunts as Santana rides her for all she's worth. Brittany's back arches off the bed.

She feels like she's on fire. Her skin is sticky with sweat. Her lungs work to take in the thick, hot air. Santana wants more, more, more. She feels like she needs it because she can't stop. Santana is close. She's so, so, so close. She continues to ride, ride, ride.

Deep.

Hard.

Fast.

Slow.

More, more, more.

Again, again, again.

"Baby, f-ugh-ck," Brittany says in a hoarse voice.

Brittany is all moans, groans, and pants. She's breathless and entirely under her spell. Blue eyes look at her with heavy-lidded eyes that look and make her feel like a goddess. Brittany looks so damn submissive beneath her, and that only drives Santana wilder.

More, more, more until Brittany shoots her load inside her without warning.

More, more, more until she too comes a few seconds later. Her body falls forward and into Brittany's panting chest.

They're breathless, sweaty, and desperately trying to catch their breath.

The room is spinning, spinning, spinning, but Santana feels so damn good. The best. She hasn't felt this way in a while. The constant need to get off is gone. She's fully satisfied.

A smile makes its way in her face as her eyes remain shut.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, their breathing normalizes, and everything is quiet.

She can still feel Brittany inside her, but she's softened. Still, neither attempts to move.

Soon, soon, soon, Brittany's hand comes to her back, and her fingers make a lazy pattern.

"Damn baby,"

Santana can't help but chuckle, making Brittany chuckle as well.

She lifts her head and looks at her. The sight of Brittany makes her heart leap for joy. She's all smiles and bright eyes.

She leans and kisses her softly. It's slow, and I rushed like any of their kisses before.

They kiss, kiss, kiss, loving, and loving in the moment of the last step of their relationship returning to normal.

Soon, Santana removes herself from Brittany and lays next to her. She rests her head on her shoulder as her arms wrap around her, and they hold each other close.

For a minute, it's silence. It's all comfortable.

"I didn't think to expect you to be home so soon," Santana says.

She's unsure of what else to say. Her hormones had become too strong to ignore. She wasn't sure about what to do or how to bring that up to Brittany, and given the months they've had, she didn't want to bring it up.

She wants to explain that she wanted to wait on sex. She wanted Brittany to be ready.

If she's honest, she feels like she might if pressured Brittany into sex.

"Santana," Brittany says in a tone that makes her feel like she knows what she's thinking.

Knowing Brittany, she probably does. Her suspicions are confirmed a second later.

"You're pregnant." Brittany starts to say but moves her head a little so that she's looking into her eyes before she continues. "You're body is changing."

Brittany's hand comes to her belly as she speaks. Her gentle caress makes her smile. She knows her body is changing, but she knows Brittany is going to say much more. She always does.

"Your body is doing something so, so amazing. I have been reading this book, and I have watched some movies and videos on YouTube and the Discovery,"

Brittany confessed with a smile that makes a giant smile appear on her face.

"Baby, I don't think you understand how much this means to me. You're having my babies. You want this with me. I will be spending the rest of my life thanking you for loving me, for wanting to share this with me, for wanting to do this with me. I know we've talked about my life and how it sucked a lot of the time, but I don't think I can ever make you understand how much this means to me."

Santana wants not to cry, but she can't help it, especially when Brittany's got tears forming in her eyes, too.

"I never thought I'd have any of this. I have more than I have ever thought possible. I am thankful every single day for what I have with you. I will always be thankful for what I have with you."

Santana watches with loving eyes as Brittany breathes out as she tries to contain her composer.

"Your body is changing. I am sure you know. You're going to have needs. You'll have even stranger food cravings at the weirdest hours. You're back will start to hurt. You'll feel tired. There are so many other things I'm sure you know about, and some that we'll learn about together. San, I don't care what it is; count on it. Count on me; I'll do anything for you."

"Even if it means getting up at 4 am to make me a peanut butter and pickle sandwich or to get some pizza?" Santana asks with a smile.

"Yes," Brittany responds with the sincerest enthusiasm. "Especially those days. Plus, there's coffee for those days."

Santana's smile grows.

"I wouldn't be opposed to sex either. Any time and place because one, I love you, and two, holy shit, Baby. You so need to top more. I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

Santana laughs. She's happy, happy, happy. Her smile doesn't leave her face as she leans in to kiss Brittany again.

Brittany looks down at her groin and rolls her eyes. She wills herself to think of something different. It takes a bit before it goes away. She then grabs some plates, but she hears the keys rattle at the door before she can start serving dinner. Her eyes look to the front door a few feet away, and her smile widens when she sees Santana. Her eyes instantly go to her belly to make sure everything is alright for a brief moment before looking at Santana again. Her smile widens when she notices that Santana has caught her looking at her growing belly while walking to her.

Brittany turns her body, and her hands naturally find Santana's waist as she pulls their bodies closer. Santana's strong stomach pushes against her, and it warms her heart. Santana's arms are on her shoulders as her hands joined together behind her head. She can feel Santana's breath on her face as their noses brush against each other's.

"Dinner smells so delicious," She hears Santana before plump lips meet hers in a kiss.

Brittany's eyes close as she enjoys the short, slow kiss.

"Grilled chicken breast with steamed veggies on the side over wild rice," Brittany response with a whisper.

"Mhm, any chance you're on the menu for dessert?" Santana asks teasingly with dark eyes and a raised eyebrow as she looks between down, gesturing to her semi-hard cock.

Brittany offers her a smile as she kisses her anew.

She pulls away but remains close.

"Count on it," she whispers onto her lips before confusing to kiss her.

Brittany is still so, so, so smitten.