Thanks for the love last chapter. I just want to say that I've never been to therapy so I'm just making it up as it goes, I apologize if I get anything wrong. Hope you all enjoy.
"I think I found a therapist." Brittany tells Santana a few days later.
"Really, that's great Britt." Santana says so happy for her wife.
"Yeah, I made an appointment for tomorrow." Brittany says.
"Well, you know I'm here for you, whatever you need." Santana says giving her a kiss. "Now, let's get started on the baby room."
Santana normally would call an interior decorator to redo a room but thinks that it will be good bounding time for her and Britt to do the baby room themselves.
"What color would you like to paint the room?" Brittany asks.
They have about twenty different paint colors as Santana hasn't been able to decide.
"Not pink and you can toss any yellows. I'm feeling a green color would look nice." Santana says.
"Okay," Brittany says.
She starts painting swatches of the seven different greens they have. She personally likes seafoam green, but it's Santana's decision.
"The two on the end are no goes." Santana tells her.
"Of course," Brittany agrees.
"Which one do you like?" Santana asks.
"I loke the seafoam green." Brittany tells her.
"It is a nice color." Santana agrees. "Paint some more so I can see if I like it in bigger space."
Brittany paints more and Santana ends up liking it.
"I like it, let's paint the whole room." Santana tells her.
"Okay," Brittany says. "We'll get some more of this paint."
Santana nods in agreement. "But now that we've started on the room, come with me." she seductively says.
Brittany gulps, following her wife to their bed.
The following day Brittany has her first therapy appointment Santana drives with her for support.
"I'll be here when you're done." Santana says giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks San," Brittany says getting out of the car.
She heads up to the therapist's office on the third floor. She gulps and wipes her hands on her pants before opening the door to the office.
"Hello," the receptionist says. "You're Brittany?" she asks.
"Yes," Brittany says.
"Kate's ready for you. You can go right in." the receptionist says.
"Thank you," Brittany says taking a deep breath before heading in.
She sees a woman sitting behind a desk taking notes as she walks in. There are two couches in front of the desk facing each other. On the far wall there's a wall of book cases with an assortment of books. There are also all sorts of plants around the room. She likes the vibe of the room.
"Hello Brittany," Kate says getting up. "It's nice to meet you." she says holding out her hand.
"It's nice to meet you too." Brittany says shaking her hand. "What do I call you? Doctor, Kate or Doctor Kate?"
"Which ever you want." Kate says.
"Okay, Doctor Kate." Brittany says unsure of what to do now.
"Well Brittany, you can take a seat." Katie says sitting down, with Brittany sitting down as well across from her. "This first session is all about getting to know you and see if you want me to be your therapist. I want all my patients to feel comfortable enough with me."
"That sounds like a plan." Brittany happily says.
She really likes this therapist so far.
"What brought you in?" Kate asks always liking to hear first from her client what's wrong.
"I've had some intimacy issues over the years about my penis. And before you ask, yes I'm a girl who was born with a penis." Brittany says.
"I did know that already." Kate tells her. "Thank you for telling me. I'm sure that's not easy to talk about." she adds.
"It has been hard to tell people, but it was almost harder when everyone found out. The only good thing is I no longer have to find ways to tell people. Most everyone already knows." Brittany says wringing her hands together.
"Still, it's hard that everyone knows about your secret especially one as big as this. It can't be easy." Kate says still trying to feel this out.
Brittany smiles, nodding, glad that she sees this too.
"How did your wife take it?" Kate asks.
"She's amazing," Brittany says smiling. "We met before it became known about my penis. Me not telling her for months did put a strain on us but once I told her, she took it in stride. She didn't care."
"That must have been a relief. I can imagine you've gotten some bad reactions." Kate says.
"Yeah, a couple, I mostly tried to avoid telling people at first." Brittany says nodding.
They continue to talk just about the basics. With Kate getting to know Brittany better. At this point they've gone over almost everything that Kate needs for now.
"Well Brittany, I think I have all the background info I need." Kate tells her.
"Great," Brittany says.
She really is liking this therapist.
"We still have some time if you want to start unraveling your intimacy issues." Kate says figuring that she'd want to get started right away.
"That would be great." Brittany says. "I want to not go through that again if possible."
"Then let's get started." Kate says smiling. "When these intimacy issues start, is there any common things that you can think of?" she asks.
"Generally, it happens after I pay too much attention to the negative comments." Brittany says.
"But they don't always get to you." Kate points out.
Brittany frowns, thinking about it. They don't always get to her, only some of the time.
"No, they don't," Brittany agrees.
"What do you think the common thread is?" Kate asks.
"I don't know," Brittany says.
"When was the last time you had intimacy issues?" Kate asks.
"Right after we announced San's pregnancy." Brittany says.
Kate nods, taking notes as she waits for Brittany to continue.
"After the announcement, I focused on the negative comments. There was more than I normally get." Brittany admits.
"Why didn't you focus on the good ones? I'm sure that there were a lot of them." Kate tells her.
"I don't know," Brittany sighs.
"Do you find that your intimacy issues come around when you get more negative comments after an announcement?" Kate asks.
"Maybe," Brittany says. "Yeah, I think so."
"Why is that?" Kate asks.
"I don't know," Brittany says.
"Think hard, why do you react that way? What scares you when you read those comments?" Kate asks.
Brittany frowns as she thinks of why. She's never dug deep to find out why. It's always stopped when she bounces back from her issues. Never thought to dig deeper.
"I think I fear….." Brittany trails off.
"I know it's hard to figure out." Kate tells her. "Your fear has to do with your wife." she tells her.
Brittany nods, "I'm scared that one day, San will realize I'm a freak and leave me." she admits.
"And that's why those negative comments get to you after announcements." Kate tells her. "Well, our time is up for now. I think you made good progress for this being your first appointment. I'd like to meet with you next week to continue."
"I'd like that." Brittany says.
"Good, if you feel like you need to talk, give me a call." Kate says walking her out.
"Thank you," Brittany says.
She stops at the receptionist's desk to make her next appointment before heading home.
"So….." Santana says when Britt gets home.
"I like her," Brittany says.
"That's good right, it went well?" Santana asks.
"Yes honey, it went well. I have another appointment set up for next week." Brittany tells her. "Now let's focus on getting ready for my movie premier tonight."
"Okay," Santana agrees. "Just know I'm here if you need me."
"I know, thanks for being so amazing." Brittany says.
Santana's relieved that it all went well. She's glad that Brittany is getting help. Now she's ready to get all dolled up for the red-carpet event. She loves going to red carpet stuff with her wife and this will be the last one they go to for a while. Though she's not that excited that this will be the first time she's really out in public and visibly pregnant.
"Britt!" Santana shouts.
"Yes San," Brittany says rushing in.
"Does this dress make me look fat?" Santana asks slipping on a black floor length dress.
Brittany's brain freezes. What is she supposed to say? The truth or lie. She gets the feeling that either answer will be a no win for her.
"I think that you look good in everything." Brittany says going with the safe answer.
"Britt," Santana says. "I need to know if this dress still works even though I'm pregnant."
She does swoon some at her wife's words.
"It looks good on you and makes your baby bump look amazing." Brittany tells her.
"Really? You're not just saying this?" Santana asks.
"I would never," Brittany reassures her.
"It really looks good." Santana says looking at herself in the mirror.
"Yes, I wouldn't lie to you." Brittany says giving her a peck on the lips.
"Okay," Santana says.
She smiles, glad that she found a dress so quickly. Now she can get ready to leave.
"What about you? What dress are you wearing?" Santana asks. "Unless you're going in a suit?" she adds as Brittany wears both.
"I have a midnight blue dress that our stylist picked out for me." Brittany says.
"I wish I had let her pick something out for me." Santana says.
"I think you look great in the black dress." Brittany reassures her.
"Still, it would have been easier." Santana says.
They both start doing their makeup. Brittany going with a more natural look and Santana going with a high glamour look. Shortly after they finish, two hair stylists come in.
"Hello ladies," Richard, the lead stylist says.
"Hey Rich," Santana says.
"We're running a little late…" Brittany starts.
"Say no more, we'll get started right away." Richard says starting on Santana's hair.
They make quick work of making the two women's hair red carpet ready.
"You are a miracle worker." Santana says once they finish.
"You have beautiful hair to work with." Richard says looking proudly at his work.
"Thank you so much for your speed." Brittany says.
"We'll clean up and let ourselves out. Go show off our amazing work." Richard says smiling.
The pair head out and get into the limo.
"I wouldn't mind going to a few premiers even though we're both taking time off." Santana says spreading out.
"I'll make sure we go to a few." Brittany promises her.
"Are you excited about the premier?" Santana asks.
"Yes, I can't wait for you to see the movie." Brittany says smiling.
"Do you think you'll be up for any awards?" Santana asks curious.
"I'm not sure, I haven't seen the whole movie yet either." Brittany tells her.
"I thought as a producer you would." Santana says.
"I wasn't a producer on this film." Brittany reminders her.
"Really, I could have sworn you were." Santana says frowning. "I don't get how you keep track."
Brittany giggles at her wife's confusion.
"Hey," Santana says pouting.
"It's okay honey, I joined the film after they already had producers in place." Brittany tells her.
"Aww," Santana says giving her a kiss.
Before anything else can be said they arrive. The door is opened and Brittany gets out first, she then holds out her hand to help her wife out.
"Here we go," Santana whispers as the camera flashes and questions start being shouted.
"Santana! How far along are you?"
"Over here!"
"Brittany, are you excited about the baby?"
"Is it true that you are using a surrogate?"
"Are you really pregnant or just putting on weight?"
"Brittany over here!"
"Who's really the father?"
"Brittany is it true this is your last movie?"
All sorts of questions from the normal to just plain weird are being shouted at them as hundreds of cameras snap their picture. Being old pros at this, they move down the red carpet extremely well together, stopping to poise for picture here and there and never responding to the questions shouted at them.
"I have to stop and talk to a few of the reporters if you just want to head on in." Brittany whispers once they've made it through the worst part of the carpet.
"I'll stay with you; this is the first time we've been out since announcing my pregnancy. And we've only done the one interview." Santana reminds her.
"Still if you don't want to, I'll deal with all the questions." Brittany offers.
"I don't mind," Santana reassures her.
The first red carpet interviewer they reach is Michael from E!.
"Hello lovely ladies," Michael says as they approach. "Who are you two wearing?"
"I'm wearing Donna Karan, one of her newer designs." Brittany proudly says.
"And I'm wearing Coco Chanel. I wanted to go simpler since I'm showing now." Santana says.
"Speaking of your pregnancy, how is it going?" Michael asks.
"Really well," Santana gushes.
"Brittany, how do you think it's going?" Michael asks her.
"San's been amazing," Brittany says all smiles. "We're both super excited to meet our daughter."
"You two are having a girl?" Michael happily says. "That's great."
"It is, isn't it." Santana agrees.
"So, Brittany, how great is this movie?" Michael asks.
"You'll love it. It's the prefect blend of action, drama and comedy." Brittany tells him.
"I can't wait to see it." Michael says before they head off.
They move down the carpet towards another reporter.
"See I told you I don't mind." Santana says giving Brittany a peck on the cheek.
"Aren't you two just a happy couple." Hope a reporter from People says.
"Extremely happy," Brittany says.
"Have you seen the movie yet?" Hope asks Santana.
"Nope," Santana says.
"Not even one scene." Hope says.
"I like to be surprised." Santana admits.
"I haven't seen the whole movie either." Brittany adds.
"You haven't?" Hope says shocked.
"I've seen bits and pieces, but not the whole thing." Brittany says.
"So, you'll both get to see it for the first time together." Hope happily says before the couple has to move on.
Brittany does a few more interviews before they walk it into the theater.
"God my feet are killing me." Santana complains as they walk towards their seats.
"We're almost there." Brittany sweetly says.
Being an amazing wife, Brittany gets Santana a stool to put her feet up on and starts massaging them.
"Britt, you don't have to do that." Santana says.
"Your feet hurt, so of course I'm going to massage your feet." Brittany tells her.
Santana smiles at her wife so happy their married. The movie is amazing and Santana thinks Brittany could get another Oscar nod from it.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Brittany says smiling.
"I think I'm going skip the after party. You can go though." Santana tells her as they head out of the theater.
"I'm not going without you. I'll go home with you." Brittany says looping her arm through her wife's.
"I don't want you to miss out." Santana says trying to get her to go.
"I'd rather be with you at home." Brittany reassures her.
"I love you Britt," Santana sighs.
"I love you too." Brittany says helping her into the limo.
They head home to spend the rest of the night, quietly together.