A.N. Here is the second installment of Vellichor. For future reference, almost every other chapter will be a flashback until i think chapter 9. then you're going to get really mad at Quinn. Next chapter back to present day.

"Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin'."

Quinn's conflicted.

On one hand she finds her pregnant mate extremely sexy, but on the other hand her pregnant mate is just so mean.

Sure Quinn maybe deserved part of it because she did get her pregnant on accident. Just Quinn Fabray things.

But also, it takes two to tango and if she's not mistaken Santana was most definitely there when that happened and was not complaining. In fact, she was doing the complete opposite.

"Baaaabbbbbbeeeee!" Santana whined from the bedroom.

Quinn sighed, Santana was going to be the death of her.

"Yes?" Quinn inquired as she entered the bedroom.

Santana was sprawled under the comforter comfortably. Quinn knew that this was the first time Santana had been pregnant. She knew that this pregnancy was hard on her. It was one of the reasons the doctor had put her on bedrest.

"I wanna cuddle." Santana pouted.

"Yes! I can do that!" Finally! A feasible request.

Quinn all but jumped into the bed with her mate. Seconds later she feels a weight landing on her side.

She looked down at her daughter and frowned, "I know you have a big girl bed now, but I still don't like the idea of you just getting out of it whenever you want to."

Beth shrugged, "We cuddle?"

"Only because you're cute." Quinn lifted the three year old over her and inbetween the adults by the arm.

Beth happily snuggled against Santana's round belly.

Santana sniffled.

"Oh no." Quinn mumbled.

Santana sobbed.

Beth frowned and looked at Quinn, "I hurt mommy?" Her bottom lip jutted out and wobbled a bit. Quinn had told her she had to be careful now so Santana could grow her little sister, she didn't want to hurt her little sister.

"Oh no, baby, you didn't hurt me." Santana said through her aggressive intakes of breath. She sobbed even harder.

"San, what's wrong?" Quinn is thinking about crying too now.

"She's so warm and I love her so much and she called me 'mommy'!" Santana's hiccuping now.

"She's been doing that for months..."

"But it makes me so happy."

Quinn should have just been happy with her unfeasible tasks.

The day Santana went into labor was the most terrifying day of Quinn's life. It's too early and things were moving too fast and Santana looked too scared.

Quinn felt helpless.

But almost an entire 9 hours of screaming and Santana cursing her out, she's holding a very tiny semi-healthy baby girl in her arms.

And she cried. She absolutely sobbed.

For a few different reasons. She cried for her mate. She went through so much to give Quinn this seemingly impossible gift. She cried for her newest daughter. She was finally tangible. Quinn could hold her and kiss her and love her. She cried for her oldest daughter. She would have killed to be in that room when Beth was born. She missed the first ten days of her life. She didn't get to name her (she definitely wouldn't have named her Elizabeth) or hear her first cry and she never knew how much she desired that until now. But probably most of all, she cried because she was happy. She was just so happy.

"I think we made a deal." Santana said tiredly. She observed her mate with their child, a small smile covering her lips.

"Huh?" Quinn mumbled distractedly. She was preoccupied with trying to pour every single ounce of love she could conjure into one single look, so this baby could possibly understand.

"We made a deal. I bet that if she looked like me the most, I got to name her, and if she looked like you, you could name her. So, what's her name?" Santana asked, her hand lazily rubbing Beth's back as she slept next to her on the hospital bed.

"I-I she's like twenty minutes old, she doesn't look like either of us?"

"That's a lie and we both know it. Your genes are unnecessarily strong, have you seen Beth? I'm sure it's like looking in a mirror. That baby you're holding looks like you if you had a really, really good tan. Now give me my baby's name."

Quinn's not gonna lie. She had been planning on losing the bet. She had not planned for this turn of events.

She racked her brain for every name she had ever thought was cool, "Ryland?"

"I can live with that." Santana shrugged.

"Don't worry, Babe. You can get the next one." Quinn smiled that charming smile that she assumed Santana loved.

Spoiler Alert: They all end up looking like really tanned Quinns.

"I'll hold you to that. I do get middle name privileges now, which is what I was really concerned about."

"Hey!"

"Ryland Brittany Fabray." Santana smirked to herself. Quinn scowled.

"No."

"Awe, that's cute. You think it's up for debate."

Quinn pouted for the rest of the day.

Ryland is discharged from the NICU about a month later. Quinn freaked out then too.

"Does Baby know me yet?" Beth asked as she peered into Ryland's crib. She had taken to calling the newborn 'Baby' instead of her name because well she's a three year old and that's what three year olds do.

"I don't think she knows much of anything, Kid." Quinn answered.

"She knows Mommy."

"Well, Mommy is her food so..."

Beth looked horrified.

"Oh uh sorry not like that. It's-uh-the baby is not eating Santana I could have said that better..."

Luckily, Santana walked into the nursery behind them. She picked up Beth and set her on her hip. She briefly explained what Quinn had meant with a very useful cow analogy.

Quinn stared at the woman in awe. She had never really found it necessary for alphas and omegas to get married if they were already mated, but somehow Santana had managed to change her mind without even talking to her.

She'll look for a ring as soon as she can.