A/N: Taking a small break from writing drama in my RITR universe, so figured I would give you guys an update with little Joey and his moms. Enjoy!
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"I can't believe you guys are waiting to find out the gender," Tina stated.
Rachel nodded in agreement. "Kurt and Blaine asked the doctor every single check-up and as soon as they knew it was girls, it was all pink everything."
"It's not like we have to wait much longer," Quinn said, rubbing her bump. She was 37 weeks pregnant and ready to pop any day now.
"Sissy coming!" Joey cheered from his high chair, a strand of spaghetti falling out of his mouth and onto the tray table.
Rachel and Tina giggle as Quinn smiled, reaching over to wipe his mouth with his bib. Joey was set on his new sibling being a sister, mostly because of Santana's influence.
Quinn, on the other hand, was 50/50 as the old wives tales they did for fun didn't have any scientific backing nor really indicated either gender. Some days she craved sweets and some days she craved sour. Some days she was moody and some days she was mellow. Did she carry high or low? It was all hard to tell but Quinn knew she would be outnumbered if she said she was expecting another boy. Clearly her wife and son were both strongly Team Girl.
The idea of having a daughter truly did excite Quinn. It was bittersweet that she didn't get to raise Beth and although she had mended her relationship with Shelby and they were close with Beth now, she couldn't help but think of the possibility of having a baby girl that resembled herself and Santana. She'd be lying if she said seeing the little sundresses and pink onesies at the store wasn't compelling.
Though recycling Joey's old newborn clothes and having two boys wearing matching outfits and being playmates was appealing too…
Either way, Santana and Quinn were just ecstatic to add another member to their family. Joey was already protective of the little one and demanded to talk to and kiss his mama's belly every night. No doubt he would be the best big brother. Even if it wasn't the sissy he wanted.
"What if it's a brother?" Tina cooed at him.
Joey frowned and shook his head adamantly. "No, no. No bro bro," he turned to his mother and pouted. "No, please Mama." He was fully talking these days, but his favorite words were 'no', 'play', and 'hungry'.
Okay, so maybe he would have a little problem if they were actually Team Boy, but Quinn decided that would be a conversation for when and if that time came. For the time being, she just chuckled and kissed his head. It seemed to do the trick as Joey gave her a toothy grin and continued munching on the last of his food.
"Talk about little Snix," Tina said with a playful smile.
"Right?" Rachel agreed. "You would think Santana gave birth to him, he looks and acts exactly like her."
"Not exactly, he looks like me... kind of," Quinn protested. "He has my eyes."
"The audacity that they come out not looking like us after all we went through to push them out," Tina shook her head, sighing. Ally even looked more like Mike.
"Agreed. It's like Emma and Ava are straight up Blaine and I didn't have anything to do with bringing them into this word," Rachel huffed.
"It's called osmosis," Santana jested, coming into the kitchen. She leaned down to give her wife a kiss on the cheek.
"Mhm, you try carrying the next one then," Quinn said amused.
Santana went over to Joey and picked him up. "No thank you, mi amor. Two is plenty for me, thanks for doing all the hard work. My abs and I thank you," she winked before going over to the sink to wash his hands. "Besides, I have this supporting pregnant women thing down pat. Just ask Jesse and Mike, they came to me for grade A advice all the time."
Quinn waved her off. "Please, it's only easy for you because I have good self control. I'd have a much harder time if it was the other way around, your mood swings would be outrageous."
Santana dried Joey's hands off and set him down, patting his bum as he went off into the living room. She straightened up and crossed her arms, lifting a brow.
Rachel and Tina looked between the couple and then at each other with a knowing look. Although years passed and the two former HBICs were sickeningly in love now, they really haven't changed all that much.
Santana smirked. "Babe, if you wanna talk about self-control, remember when you jumped my bones on Rachel's opening night?"
"What!" Rachel exclaimed.
"No wonder we couldn't find you two after intermission," Tina remembered.
"Or last Tuesday when you stopped our YOU marathon so we could-"
"Okay, a) not what we were talking about and b) our friends don't need to hear this," Quinn squinted her eyes and Santana shrugged innocently.
"Really Quinn? The show about a creepy psychopath and stalker?"
"Ugh, I can't believe you two couldn't keep it in your pants for more than two hours. That's offensive to me, Barbra, and Fanny!"
Santana just grinned cheekily at her wife who was rolling her eyes at her. She mouthed a quick 'I love you' before slipping out to check on Joey.
Quinn shook her head and sighed good naturedly as Rachel continued to ramble on about the importance of Broadway etiquette.
Another half an hour went by before Rachel and Tina bid the Lopez residence goodbye and Santana had put Joey down for a nap after he started dozing off, mumbling to Cocomelon. She took a quick shower having just gotten back from the gym and by the time she came back into the living room, Quinn was perched on their loveseat, reading a classic Adichie book.
"I hope you know you're not off the hook from what you said in the kitchen," Quinn said, without looking up from her book when Santana settled in next to her.
Santana rubbed Quinn's large bump and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the side of it before laying her head down on Quinn's lap. She hummed and closed her eyes. They stayed like that for a while and the blonde was sure her wife was dozing off until she spoke again.
"Hi baby, you better come soon," Santana murmured, pressing her ear against Quinn's belly button. "Your mama and mami and big brother want to meet you already. We love you, princesa."
Quinn felt her heart swell with affection at those words, it always did when Santana spoke sweet nothings to her and their children. It was rare as the Latina's expressive love language definitely was not words of affirmations, so it never failed to catch her off guard when it did happen. She set the book aside and opted to run her fingers through dark damp locks, earning a hum of approval.
"As cute as this is," Quinn spoke as Santana's eyes fluttered open. "We won't know for sure she's a girl until she actually comes."
"I can sense it thanks to my Mexican third eye."
Quinn laughed at how familiar that line sounded. "You're not Mexican."
Santana smiled. "I would've gotten away with it if we didn't start dating."
"Yeah, so nice of you to tell me after I met your parents," Quinn snorted.
"And you didn't tell me that you're not a natural blonde."
"That's not even the same thing."
"Carpet doesn't match the drapes, you had me fooled too."
"So what, you only love me because I'm blonde?" Quinn deadpanned.
Santana took Quinn's hand into her own and pressed a quick kiss to the inside of her wrist. "Course not. 'I don't think love has a reason. I think love comes first and then the reasons follow.'"
Quinn tilted her head, studying Santana's slightly sheepish smile. Her own lips curved up as she registered where the quote was from. "I can't believe I married a nerd," she teased.
"Hey, you're the one reading the book, I was trying to be romantic," Santana huffed adorably as she sat up.
Quinn pushed her to lay back down against the arm rest as she cuddled into her side, her bump nestled comfortably between them. "I knew under all that Lima Heights bravado you were a softie. Now you're just a softie and a nerd."
Santana rolled her eyes. "How about you stop insulting me and give me a kiss instead."
Quinn smiled, leaning in to plant soft kisses on her wife's pouty lips. "I think it's sweet you secretly read my books."
"You osmosis'd me," Santana mumbled against her lips.
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