Hello! Thank you so much for such a positive reaction to the first chapter, especially to Helloitsme, WickedlyGleeful wedontslave and guest! I don't know how happy I am with this chapter, I'm not the best at writing lovey-dovey scenes but hopefully this works, and then I can start some different bits in a couple of chapters. Enjoy :)

'Britt?' Santana called up the stairs, 'Come here!'

Brittany thundered down the stairs. 'Tana? Are you ok? What's happening, is the baby ok?'

Santana laughed. It meant a lot to her that she was so concerned for their health, but this was a good thing that she wanted to share.

'Yes, but give me your hands, quickly.'

She grabbed both of Brittany's hands and held them to her 3-month-pregnant stomach, smiling at the look on her face as she felt the baby kick for the first time, joy filling both of their hearts.

'Oh my god,' Brittany breathed, her eyes filled with love and awe for both her unborn baby and wife.

'I know!' Santana squealed excitedly as she nodded her head, pulling Brittany in for a hug.

It had been three months since the couple had found out that Santana was pregnant, that they were finally going to be parents and neither of them had been able to contain their excitement. Santana had announced the news on her social media six weeks ago, as well as her scheduled break, and received an overwhelming amount of support from her millions of fans. Everyone that they had shared the news with had been ecstatic, particularly their parents and closest friends from school. Brittany had, as planned, decided to continue with her job until a month or two before the birth, giving them plenty of time to prepare. After that, she had scheduled an undetermined amount of leave, wanting to be there for her new family.

'Awee, Quinn says she's going to come down and visit us soon. The reunion of the Unholy Trinity!' Santana laughed. She loved her life in LA with Brittany, her career was everything she had ever dreamed it would be, but she did miss her best friend. 'Kurt and Blaine send their love too, and they want to know when Baby Lopez-Pierce will be meeting their uncles.'

'That's sweet,' Brittany replied. 'Reckon Quinn wants to share any of her secrets of motherhood?'

Quinn had given birth to another baby girl and boy since leaving McKinley High, aged three and one respectively, and they both spent as much time as possible with their Auntie Santana and Brittany, who absolutely loved them. Santana and Brittany had spoiled them since they were born, bringing gifts with them whenever they visited as well as for their birthdays and Christmas.

'Yeah, maybe,' Santana laughed. 'Anyway, there was something I wanted to speak to you about. We've got the twelve week scan tomorrow- are we finding out the sex?'

Brittany paused. 'I don't know! I want to know, so we can think of names and make the baby's room special, but I love surprises too! Ughhh, this is too hard.'

'I've been thinking about it, and I wondered if it would be better if we didn't know?' Her questioning tone let Brittany know that she still had a say in the matter, while Santana could still put her opinion forward.

'I think that's perfect.'

'You don't have to agree with everything I say, you know. You're allowed to want to know if we're having a boy or girl,' Santana frowned.

'Yeah, I know. I just think that if I don't know, and you've been thinking about this for a while, we should go with what you think. Besides, we can always find out at a later date.'

'When did you become so wise and reasonable?' Santana gave Brittany a jokingly suspicious side glare, not used to this side of her.

Brittany just winked and stuck her tongue out, earning a laugh from her wife.

'Ok, not that wise and reasonable then!'

'You love me really.'

'Believe me, I do.'

Santana leaned in and kissed Brittany, softly at first, but it soon evolved into a battle of dominance, each woman fighting for more until they both had to pull apart to breathe before resuming the deep kiss. Brittany ran her hands up Santana's top, allowing her fingers to dance on her chest before gently stroking down her hips while Santana settled one hand at the back of her neck, the other roaming up her skirt.

'Bedroom?' Brittany breathed.

'Absolutely.'