Shutting off her alarm, Santana gets out of her bed and makes her way to the kitchen. Grabbing one of the prepared bottles from the refrigerator, she sits it on the counter as she grabs a small pot from the cabinet and fills it with water then sits it on the stove and walks into the living room. After checking to make sure she has everything she needs in her diaper bag, Santana heads back into the kitchen to sit the bottle in the warm water and removing it from the fire. Glancing at the clock, Santana walks to her daughters bedroom, peaking over her crib to find her still sound asleep.

Returning to the kitchen, Santana grabs the bottle of milk and checks the temperature as she hears her daughter's cry. Sighing quietly, Santana makes her way back to the bedroom to grab the crying infant.

"I'll be really happy when you can talk and stop yelling all the time. It's kinda rude." Santana says as she begins feeding her. Santana sits in the chair near her crib and waits for her to finish her bottle. Once she's fed and burped, Santana lies her against her chest and rocks them gently until Kai falls asleep again.

Kai is nowhere near having an actual sleep schedule, but Santana has figured out that her feeding schedule tends to coincide with her naps. Kai is a heavy sleeper, unlike her brother, so Santana doesn't have to walk on eggshells when she's asleep. Santana eventually stands from her chair and puts Kai down to be changed then she places the sleeping baby back into her crib and heads to the bathroom, making sure to place the baby monitor close. After showering, she gives Kai her bath and gets her ready for the day before going to find something to eat.

For the past three weeks, this has become Santana's life. Friends come by to check on her along with Rachel, Brittany and Benji, and Santana has been more than grateful for the support but as she looks into those small Hazel eyes...she really wishes Quinn were with her.

"Hey Rach." Santana says as she walks into the apartment.

"Hello Santana." Rachel says as she closes the door behind her. Santana sits Kai down and takes her out of the carrier.

"Hi Kai." Rachel coos as she hovers near the two.

"Switch?" Rachel nods her head and they carefully exchange children.

"He needs to be changed, just so you know." Rachel says with a grin as she walks away with Kai in her arms.

"Of course he does. Benji." Santana holds him close to her face.

"If you piss on me one more time, I'm putting you up for adoption." Rachel chuckles as she watches Santana walk off. After Santana returns, she sits on the couch next to Rachel and sighs.

"I really can't thank you enough for helping me out so much. I really appreciate it." Rachel smiles softly at Santana.

"You don't have to thank me. Any news with Quinn?" Santana shakes her head.

"I'll let you know if anything changes when I get back. Is B coming over?" Rachel nods.

"She should be here soon. How've you been feeling with all of this?" Santana shrugs.

"I just want it to be over." Rachel pats Santana's knee sympathetically.

"It will be soon enough." The door opens and Brittany enters with a bright smile.

"Hi guys!" Brittany's voice startles Kai and her arms outstretch in no particular direction as she begins to cry. Brittany looks at Rachel apologetically as she tries to comfort the baby.

"Sorry."

"It's okay B." Brittany nods before walking towards the kitchen.

"How are you two doing?" Santana asks once Kai calms down.

"We're...we haven't...we've been preoccupied so I suppose we're fine, but we haven't had much time alone." Santana nods as Brittany comes back into the room.

"Okay, can I have a baby?" Santana nods, standing and walking towards Brittany.

"I was heading out anyway. I'll be back around 4 and I'll be taking them both, so Rachel make sure you pump enough." Rachel looks at her curiously.

"Why are you taking him?"

"Why not? We could use some real one on one time. 4 o clock, don't forget." Rachel doesn't respond as Santana says goodbye and leaves.


"Knock knock." Santana says, smiling from behind a bouquet of flowers. Quinn smiles as Santana walks over to her, holding the flowers out towards her.

"You have to stop bringing flowers every time you come. This can't be good for the environment." Quinn says as she takes the flowers from Santana. Santana places a gentle kiss to her forehead before cupping her cheek and siting next to her.

"Fine, I'll bring candy instead." Quinn sits the flowers down next to her as Santana presses a loving kiss to her lips.

"Just bring those lips and I'll be fine."

"I can do that. How are you feeling?" Santana asks, gently stroking Quinn's cheek with her thumb.

"Better than before. I just want to get home to you and our baby girl." Quinn quietly responds.

"I told you I'd bring her. I'll find her a baby hazmat suit so she won't be exposed." Quinn laughs lightly.

"I don't want her anywhere near this germ infested place. I can't wait to get the hell out of here." Quinn says with a sigh.

During Kai's birth, Quinn experienced postpartum hemorrhaging and lost so much blood she lost consciousness before she could really see her daughter. They had to perform an emergency surgery to stop the internal bleeding and Quinn had been recovering well and was almost cleared to go home last week when she started to bleed again. She hasn't seen her daughter in person since Santana took her home and she hates it.

"We'll be happy when you get home too, but you need to be healthy first." Santana kisses Quinn again. Quinn smiles at her as they pull apart.

"You wanna see what she did last night?" Santana asks with an excited smile.

"Obviously. " Quinn says as Santana pulls her phone from her pocket.

Quinn watches as Santana moves her finger along the screen then hand it to her. Taking it, Quinn plays the video. Quinn watches Kai lie on her stomach in the middle of their bed, tears filling her eyes as Kai lifts her head for a few seconds before Santana begins cheering in the background.

"Oh my god..." Quinn whispers as she continues to stare at her baby on the screen.

"Cool, right? I thought she was gonna suffocate for like 20 seconds, but then she did it." Quinn smiles as her tears spill over.

"She's holding her head up...and I missed it. I'm missing her milestones..." Quinn's smile quickly becomes a frown as sorrow overtakes her. Santana pulls the sobbing woman into her arms, gently rubbing her back.

"It's okay. Thank god for technology right? I swear that's the only impressive thing she's done. Right now, she's got major resting bitch face like 99 percent of the time." Santana says as Quinn buries her face into her neck.

"But I'm missing it!" Quinn murmurs through her tears.

"You'll be home soon and you'll be able to deal with all her mood swings, I promise. You gotta stay positive baby. It's the only way we're going to make it through this." Santana says as her grip tightens. Quinn's tears begin to slow after a few minutes.

"You okay?" Santana asks. Quinn sniffles lightly and nods her head.

"Yeah, I just... I want to be there. All the things I missed with Beth...it's happening all over again." Quinn admits.

"It's not. She's only 3 weeks old Quinn. Sure, you might not have physically been there, but you saw it. You'll hear her first words, see her first steps, her first haircut...there's a bunch of firsts we'll both be there for. I know you want to be with her, but your health has to come first." Sighing deeply, Quinn nods.

"They said that if everything looks good tomorrow...I should be out of here by Monday." Santana's face lights up.

"That's great! And you're crying over a two second head hold? Get a grip Q." Santana jokes and Quinn lightly slaps her shoulder.

"Shut up. I don't want to miss anything."

"Technically, you didn't. Now can we get back to making out? I need some adult time, like seriously." Quinn rolls her eyes as she wraps her arms around Santana's neck, hugging her tightly.


AN: Hey guys, sorry for the cliffhanger but I had to do it lol I'm trying to make the chapters longer but it's been proving difficult for me and I'm not sure why so sorry they're so short. Stay safe and I'll see you soon.