Hello everyone, I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving.
As Santana's due date gets closer, Santana gets crankier. She feels like she's the size of a house and doesn't get why her wife still loves her. Brittany is amazing the whole time always reassuring her wife. Her therapy sessions have really helped not only with her confidence in herself but with how to help her wife through the last months of her pregnancy.
"I don't get why you love me. I'm so fat." Santana complains.
"You're not fat honey." Brittany sweetly says. "You're growing our baby. You're amazing."
"Awe Britt," Santana says smiling.
These are the types of things that Brittany says and Santana adores her for them.
"And you know I'll always tell you the truth." Brittany adds causing Santana to swoon even more.
She pulls Brittany down into a searing kiss. Brittany braces herself with her right arm as the kiss deepens. Santana starts to try and remove the blonde's shirt.
"Get this off." Santana growls.
"Fuck," Brittany gulps sitting back to yank her shirt off.
She leans back down, kissing her deeply, pushing her tongue into her wife's mouth. Santana moans, reaching down in her wife's pants, groping her. The blonde moans bucking down into her wife's hand.
"I need you," Santana moans.
Brittany shoves her pants down, carefully pulling down the Latina's. She grabs her stiffened dick, rubbing it as she lines herself up.
"Fuck it Britt," Santana growls trying to pull her towards her.
Brittany gently pushes herself into the Latina, mindful of her swollen belly.
"Finally," Santana sighs, loving the feeling of being full.
Brittany gently makes love to her wife. She slowly pulls out and pushes back in.
"Right there," Santana moans, clawing Brittany's back.
Shortly after, Brittany pushes in and stills. She shots strings of cum in her.
"Britt," Santana pants in her ear, gushing all over her.
Brittany pulls out, laying next to her wife, breathing hard.
"I needed that," Santana sighs feeling full filled.
Brittany smiles, closing her eyes as she recovers her strength.
"So beautiful," Brittany whispers.
Santana's post sex smile increases hearing these words. She reaches over, grabbing the blonde's hand and placing it on her belly.
"She's moving again." Brittany says smiling like she always does.
"She always does when you're near." Santana says wincing as the baby kicks down on her bladder.
"Go to sleep baby, let mami get some sleep." Brittany whispers to Santana's baby.
Santana smiles at how cute her wife is being.
Two days later, Santana is woken up at one in the morning by intense pain. She looks down and sees it looks like she peed herself.
"Fuck," Santana gasps realizing this is it. "Britt, wake up." she says shoving her.
"What?" Brittany yawns turning to face her wife.
"I'm in labor." Santana calmly says.
"What?" Brittany says quickly sitting up.
"My water just broke and I'm in labor." Santana says still surprisingly calm.
"Fuck," Brittany says jumping up. "How are you? What do you need?" she asks trying not to freak out.
"What I need is you to help me up, grab our stuff and take me to the fucking hospital." Santana says, growling the last part as a contraction hits.
Brittany quickly moves to comply. First, she helps her wife up out of bed. Then she grabs her bags before helping her wife out to their limo.
"Fuck, it hurts." Santana groans stopping as another contraction hits.
Brittany holds her until the pain passes and they get into the limo.
"To the hospital, quickly." Brittany says to their driver.
"Yes ma' am," the driver says starting the limo up and driving away.
"Do you need anything?" Brittany asks Santana, wrapping her arms around her wife.
"No, I just want to get to the hospital." Santana says leaning into her wife.
"We're almost there." the driver says gunning it so they'll make the light.
"Good," Santana groans.
"Squeeze my hand." Brittany offers and Santana grabs it, squeezing hard as another contraction hits.
"Fucking A, this hurts." Santana grumbles, taking a deep breath as the contraction ends.
"We're here," the driver says pulling up in front of the main doors.
"Thank you," Brittany says helping Santana out of the limo.
They move as quickly as Santana can into the main lobby.
"My wife is in labor." Brittany loudly says.
"Here," a nurse says pushing a wheelchair over. "Let's get you up to the maternity ward while your wife checks you in." she says smiling at the couple.
"I'll be up as quickly as I can." Brittany tells her wife.
The nurse wheels Santana over to the elevators to take them up to the maternity ward.
"You'll be in your own suite." the nurse tells Santana.
"Good, I don't need anyone gawking at me." Santana says so glad that this nurse has been so professional.
"Well, then it's also good that your labor started at night when less people are around." the nurse says.
She's a huge fan of both Brittany and Santana, but is determined to remain professional and not fangirl out.
Back in the main lobby, Brittany is filling out paperwork.
"I think this is everything." Brittany says handing the papers over to the receptionist.
"Everything looks in order." the receptionist says quickly looking over the papers. "Your wife is in suite 2027."
"Thank you," Brittany says smiling before heading up to the maternity ward.
When she gets up to the suite, she finds her wife already settled in.
"I see you're settled in." Brittany says.
"Yes, the nurse went to get the OB on call." Santana says sitting up. "My OB is on her way."
Just then the OB on call comes in.
"Hello Santana, I'm doctor John," the doctor says. "Let's check to see how dilated you are." he says getting between her legs to check. "Well, you're only four centimeters."
"How dilated does she have to be before she can start pushing?" Brittany asks.
"Ten," the doctor says.
"Great," Santana groans.
"I'll have your OB Dr. Hawthorn come check on you when she gets here." the doctor says.
"Thank you," Brittany says, she turns to her wife. "Do you need anything?"
"More pillows," Santana says.
Brittany collects several pillows for her wife. Tucking them in around her.
"Hello ladies," Dr. Hawthorn says coming in.
"You're here," Santana happily says.
"Yes, I am," Dr. Hawthorn says smiling. "I see that you're only four centimeters dilated."
"How long is it going to take?" Santana asks.
"Most likely you'll be in labor for hours, though it could be much faster. It all depends on your body." Dr. Hawthorn tells her.
"Fuck," Santana groans wincing.
"Is there anything we can do for her pain?" Brittany asks Dr. Hawthorn.
"We can give her an epidural." Dr. Hawthorn suggests.
"Yes!" Santana loudly says. "I want all drugs allowed."
"Okay, I'll set it up." Dr. Hawthorn says.
She goes to get everything set up for the epidural.
"Have you called our parents?" Santana asks her wife.
"No, I'll send them a text otherwise I'll never get off the phone." Brittany wisely says.
To Mom & Gloria: San's in labor, we're at the hospital.
Neither woman is surprised that they get replies instantly.
From Mom: Booking us flights now, be there by the afternoon
From Gloria: Us too
"Well, they'll be here by tomorrow night." Brittany says.
"Great, they'll be able to help us those first days." Santana says so glad her mom will be here.
"Yes, they will." Brittany agrees. "I texted Quinn and Mercedes as well."
Dr. Hawthorn comes back in then with another doctor who will do the epidural. He puts the epidural in before leaving.
"This is amazing stuff." Santana says feeling instant relief.
"Good, it's working. I'll be back in to check on you in about an hour." Dr. Hawthorn says heading out.
Brittany settles next to Santana, pulling out a couple trashy magazines for them to read. They both need a distraction and to relax as much as possible. Santana takes the magazine, but also holds Brittany's hand wanting the contact. Plus, she could squeeze it if necessary.
"This is going to be a long night." Santana grumbles.
"I'm here for you. Whatever you need." Brittany reminds her.
Ten hours later, Santana's contractions have gotten much closer together.
"Great news, you're getting much closer, you're now at eight centimeters." Dr. Hawthorn says.
"Don't say great news until I'm able to give birth." Santana growls.
"Sorry," Brittany says smiling at Dr. Hawthorn.
"It's already been thirteen hours." Santana groans.
"I know honey," Brittany says wiping her forehead. "Hopefully soon."
"At this point our parents will arrive before this baby." Santana grumbles.
"I'm sorry honey," Brittany softly says.
Santana is pissed that this is taking so fucking long. All she wants is this baby out of her. At least Brittany is being amazing.
"It's not your fault completely." Santana says.
Another six hours later of pain and frustration and Santana is finally at ten centimeters.
"It's time," Dr. Hawthorn says.
"Really?" Santana says breathing hard.
"Yes," Dr. Hawthorn says smiling as two nurses come over to help.
"It's almost over San," Brittany says kissing her forehead. "Squeeze my hand all you want." she says taking her spot next to her wife.
"Okay Santana, on the next contraction, I need you to push." Dr. Hawthorn tells her.
"Fuck!" Santana screams, squeezing Brittany's hand tightly.
"Keep pushing," Dr. Hawthorn says from her place between Santana's legs.
"I am," Santana growls, pain etched on her face.
"You're so amazing," Brittany softly says, wiping sweat off her forehead.
"I wish you could feel this pain." Santana growls glaring at her wife.
"I know honey," Brittany sweetly says.
She's keeping calm and not letting her wife's words get to her. She knows it's just the pain talking.
"I need another big push." Dr. Hawthorn says.
"This is all you're fault." Santana says through gritted teeth as she pushes.
Brittany just nods, grimacing at the tightness that Santana is squeezing her hand.
"I can see the head." Dr. Hawthorn tells them. "A few more big pushes."
"I fucking hate you!" Santana loudly says pushing as hard as she can.
Five minutes later, Santana falls back, exhausted but happy as she hears their daughter crying for the first time. Dr. Hawthorn has handed the baby to a nurse to be cleaned as she finishes up.
"Here you go mommies," the nurse says handing Santana their wrapped daughter.
"Oh my god," Santana gasps looking down at her daughter.
"She looks just like you." Brittany softly says.
"I can't believe she's actually here." Santana says.
"I'm so proud of you." Brittany says kissing her head.
"Sorry for being so mean." Santana says thinking back to some of the things she said to her wife.
"Don't worry, you were in pain and delivering our baby girl." Brittany proudly says.
"I hate to interrupt," Dr. Hawthorn says. "But we need to know if you've decided on a name yet?"
The two women look at each other smiling.
"Stella Lopez Pierce," Santana says.
"A good name." Dr. Hawthorn says before heading out.
Both women just look down at their baby girl. Brittany is amazed that her wife gave birth to this perfect baby girl. She loves that she's a carbon copy of her wife. Santana can't believe their daughter is finally here with them. She loves her so much and loves that she looks just like her.
"You're not upset she doesn't seem to have any of your features?" Santana softly asks.
"Of course not, you know I've always hoped we'd have a little you running around." Brittany cupping her daughter's head. "You're just so cute." she says to Stella.
From Mom: We're here! What room?
"Our parents are here." Brittany says.
To Mom: 2027
"Are you ready for them?" Brittany asks.
"No one ever is." Santana says actually glad that they are here to help.
To Amanda: San just gave birth. Come by any time.
"I just like Amanda know you gave birth." Brittany says so Santana won't worry about having to tell their assistant.
"Thanks honey, I feel bad we completely forgot about her until she called wondering where we were." Santana says.
"She figured that you went in labor and we rushed out." Brittany says kissing her wife's lips.
That's when their moms come rushing in followed by their dads.
"Where's my grandbaby?" Whitney asks looking around.
"Baby girl," Gloria says smiling at her daughter.
"Mom relax," Brittany says motioning to the baby in Santana's arms.
"Oh my," Whitney says enthralled with her granddaughter.
"She looks just like you." Gloria gushes.
"What's her name?" Pierce asks looking down at his granddaughter.
"Her name is Stella Lopez Pierce." Brittany proudly says.
"How are you doing?" Mario asks his daughter.
"I'm glad that it's finally over. I was in freakin' labor for twenty hours." Santana complains.
"You took nearly thirty." Gloria says giving her a now you know how I felt look.
"Brittany came out fast, we didn't even make it to the hospital." Whitney says laughing.
"I wish that had happened." Santana says.
Brittany takes Stella from Santana's arms and offers her to their moms.
"You want to hold your granddaughter." she offers.
Gloria takes her first with Whitney hovering waiting for her turn.
"So, you two are good?" Pierce and Mario both ask.
"Yes, very good." Brittany says.
Their moms are cooing over the baby not letting their dads hold the baby. That's when Amanda comes in.
"Where's the little angel?" Amanda asks before saying to her bosses. "Congratulations," she gives them a stuffed bear and balloon.
"Thanks," Santana says smiling.
"Our moms have her if you want to try and fight them." Brittany says.
Amanda walks over and starts cooing with their moms.
"She's so adorable and looks like Santana already." Amanda says.
"Let's hope she gets Brittany's temper." Gloria says.
"Hey!" Santana says causing everyone to laugh.
Stella starts to cry and Whitney hands her back.
"I think she's hungry." Whitney says.
Santana yawns as she adjusts herself to feed her daughter.
"We'll leave you to get some rest." Amanda says. "I'll take your parents back home." she adds.
"Thanks so much," Brittany says. "How long will you all be staying?" she asks their parents.
"A week, longer if you need us." Gloria says.
They all head out, leaving the new family alone.
"I'm so proud of you." Brittany softly says.
Santana just smiles, content to get some shut eye as she's exhausted.
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"
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The next morning is hectic with getting checked out. Somehow the paparazzi found out that they were there and Santana has given birth.
"Your dads are bringing the car to the side door." Amanda tells them.
"And our moms?" Santana asks half expecting them to be here.
"Are faking the paparazzi out by using the limo in the front." Amanda tells them.
"Hopefully it works and we'll get out of here peacefully." Brittany says helping Santana up.
"Yes, and we should probably make an announcement about Stella being born." Santana says. "I don't want some paparazzi picture being the first of her."
"We can worry about that when we get home." Brittany says.
She pulls out her phone, texting her therapist about having a session tomorrow.
"I got a few great shots yesterday we can look at when we get you home." Amanda agrees.
Amanda handles all the paperwork for them. Both Brittany and Santana are nervous about bringing Stella home. They don't want to hurt her.
"Is she secure?" Santana as Brittany straps her in the carrier.
"Yes, I think so." Brittany says. "You should check though."
"I trust you." Santana says leaning into her wife.
"Just check anyway." Brittany says.
Santana does a double check which eases both their minds, "perfect."
"Ladies," Dr. Hawthorn says coming in with Amanda. "You're all good to go. Santana, I'll see you in six weeks for your check up." she smiles down at the baby, waving at them before heading out.
"Well," Brittany says looking around.
"I guess we should go home." Santana says just as nervous.
"I'll help get Santana in the car; you grab the baby." Amanda says realizing that she needs to take charge.
Brittany grabs the baby, carrying her out behind Amanda who is pushing Santana out.
They manage to make it to the car without any of the paparazzi finding them.
"Hurry up," Mario says parking the car. "Your mami says the paparazzi are getting suspicious."
"Everyone in," Pierce says opening the door.
He helps Amanda get Santana in, then helps Britany secure Stella in the car seat.
Brittany, Pierce and Amanda all squeeze in the back together. Santana is in the front with her dad who pulls out the moment the door is closed.
"Is she okay?" Santana asks turning back to her wife.
"Yes," Brittany says squeezed next to the car seat and watching her daughter the whole time.
"She's strapped in, everything will be fine." Pierce reassures them.
"You don't have to worry so much." Mario adds.
The rest of the car ride is quiet. When they pull into the driveway, Whitney and Gloria are waiting for them.
"How did you beat us?" Santana asks shocked that they managed to get here first.
"It was all Whitney," Gloria says still in shock over the speed race they were just in.
"We wanted to be here to help." Whitney says knowing the new moms are nervous about bringing the baby home.
"You didn't have to speed mom." Brittany says giving her a hug.
"Thanks, mami," Santana says hugging her mom.
Their dads take the bags inside, Amanda heads to her house leaving the two new moms with their moms and newborn.
"What if we hurt her?" Brittany asks their moms as they get Stella out of the car seat.
"You won't," Whitney says. "Babies are not as fragile as you think they are."
"But what if…." Santana starts.
"Trust us, you two are great moms and will do fine." Gloria tells them.
"Plus, we're here to help you for the next week and can stay longer if you need." Whitney adds.
"Thanks,"
Later that night Amanda posts a lovely picture of Brittany, Santana and Stella with a statement says: Welcoming Stella Lopez Pierce to our family. They are inundated with responses mostly positive.
"San," Brittany says as they climb into bed.
"Yes honey," Santana says.
"I'm going to see my therapist tomorrow. I don't want to get in my head about the announcement." Brittany tells her.
"That's a wonderful idea Britt." Santana says so happy that her wife is seeking help before it becomes a problem.