I.F.L.Y (Bazzi)
"How do you look so damn good consistently Lezpez?" Sheedz asked as I walked into the exam room with Quinn's fingers entwined with my own.
We had Felo trailing us looking militant.
So maybe I was pulling up on six months even though apparently I only looked like I was three months pregnant. Is it my fault I'm carrying this kid really well?
Anyway, he's pissed because I have only had that one appointment to check on the kid.
I felt fine, just hungry...and Sheedz hadn't told me I needed to see her more than I had but he was insistent that it was time to go in an make sure the kid was okay.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't just take my word for it either.
Which was lame.
"It's my job to be hot, Sheedz, we know this."
"Damn right it is, I should not have fucked around on you...who knew you'd stay hot?!"
"I did." Q said.
Felo sat there glaring at Sheedz right along with Q.
They were bonding over their mutual hatred for my OB and I just ignored them as I changed into the paper gown.
"Shouldn't she be bigger at six months, Dr. Sheedy?" Felo asked.
"All women carry differently. Santana is small already, so it's not really surprising."
Quinn huffed and so did Felo.
"Would you two chill out or leave? You're stressing me out."
"Oh, yeah, if you two make her uncomfortable, I will have to ask you to leave."
"Like hell, I'm leaving you with her on your own." Q said, her jealously was hot unlike Felo's which just made me want to punch him in the face.
"Okay, they look good, heartbeats are on track and they're measuring at normal lengths."
"Come again?" I asked squinting at the grey image on the screen.
"That's what she said." Sheedz said.
Quinn was staring with wide eyes and not saying a fucking word while Felo looked smug.
"Honey...there are two." Q finally said.
"Whoa...uh...I didn't order two. How am I just finding out about this?!" I snapped at Sheedz, who looked pale.
"Did you not know? Who did your first ultrasound, a blind man?"
"YOU DID!" I yelled and she rolled her eyes.
"Right. Look I get distracted by you...sorry about that. Yes, you are carrying twins and with that fact in mind, we are going to need to change your diet around a bit."
I was near tears as I squeezed, Q's hand and looked at her desperately.
"Promise me you'll still want me when these fuckers stretch my snatch out of shape?" I begged and she rolled her eyes.
"Of course, baby. I fucking love you. Besides, you do remember that I pushed out a kid too, right? Isn't mine great?"
"Well yeah, it's fantastic but that was like six years ago...this is going to be two of them and like...in three months!"
"Two months." Sheedz said.
"What?!" I said.
"Twin pregnancies are notoriously early."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Sheedy? I am not ready for two children!"
"Well you're having them...so...get ready?"
"Okay, that's enough, you're fired." Q said and Felo who had been silent chimed in.
"Agreed."
"Look, I apologize for my lack of professionalism, if you'd like to see my colleague instead, I can arrange that."
"No." I said, pulling myself up so I was sitting staring down my doctor. "You want to prove you're a fucking rock star, then you will do everything you can to make sure these little fuckers are here healthy, perfect, and you won't charge me a fucking penny for it."
"Santana...come on!" She said, looking at me with softball sized eyeballs.
"This can be classified as malpractice, you know that and I know that...don't fuck around with me."
"Okay...fine...shit. You don't have to drop the M word. I will be above board from here on out. Cross my heart and my wallet." She said looking around the room and then back at the screen. "I will make sure your babies are in the best care."
"Thank you."
"Well this explains your appetite." Q said to me as I scarfed down my second Happy Meal. "You could eat the adult sized one, you know that right?"
"I'm collecting the toys." I said.
"We can afford big kid toys, Santana."
"I know that. I just...like them." I sniffled and she smiled sweetly at me.
"You okay, baby?"
"No. There's two parasites in my womb. Wait until I tell Papi, he's going to flip...he'll probably try to get me to come do a fellowship back home so he can be closer...or offer to come live here."
"Uh...you don't want that, do you?"
"To move to Lima? Fuck no but I also don't want to raise my kids in this grimy city."
"So what, then?"
"I am just trying to get my head around the two kids thing, Q...it's all just...I have so little time to be just...me and you. Like...they are going to take over my whole life. One was doable, I could just throw it in my backpack and keep rolling but two?"
"Your backpack? Do you know anything about babies?"
I shrugged.
"Not really...my nephews were easy, I'd play with them and give them back...but my own...I just was gonna wing it."
"Okay, we are SO not doing that, we can do parenting classes and now we really need to take finding a place seriously, so I need you to figure out if New York is it for us for a while."
"Well your job is here, Q. I can't ask you to move away."
"Actually...I got my script last week...I think they are killing me off."
"What?! No spoilers, Q?" I covered my ears and she rolled her eyes and yanked my hands away from my ears.
"I won't tell you how it happens, how did I not know you were a fan?"
"Baby, I am your biggest fan. I write fanfic and everything."
"You do?"
"Oh yeah, erotic, smutty fanfic."
"You're shitting me?"
I raised a hand. "Hand to God."
"Can I...read it?"
"Only if you promise to NOT spoil the show for me." I glared.
"Deal."
I anxiously paced the kitchen while she read the story I had posted a week ago. Her eyes were huge and she was blushing heavy as she read over the smutty story where she actually had a penis and was dicking down some chick.
My stomach grumbled and I pulled out a tub of ice cream from the freezer and grabbed a spoon.
She was glaring at me as I ate straight from the container like a barbarian but then she was looking at her phone screen again.
"Wow." She finally said as she put the phone down.
"So...what did you think?"
"That you have a very dirty mind...one that I would like to take to the bedroom right now."
"Yeah?" I cackled. "That's my goal, to get people wanking it up when they read my words."
"You write good porn...especially that thing in chapter 3...do you think we could...uh...do that while you still can?"
"Uh, yeah!"
"Great. Put that ice cream back and rinse your spoon, I'll meet you in there."
She swayed her hips and my hormones were on 10 million...shit.
I pulled at the handcuffs that were attached to the headboard, not even knowing she had them and wondering why they were JUST making an appearance.
She was hovering behind me, fucking me slowly and waiting for me to speak.
"I love you...fuck...because you have a nice ass." I groaned.
"And?"
"Because you are willing to run away with me."
"And?"
"Because you're you...fuck!"
"You have such a nice ass, baby."
"Is that what you want?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Take me, Q...have all of me while you still can...enjoy me before they destroy my hotness."
She smacked my ass and I wiggled it instead of yelping.
Ass slapping only turned me on more as I pushed back against her hips.
We hit a rhythm and the bed was groaning beneath us.
And I swear I knew it was coming before it did because I'm cheap...and we had been fucking extra hard.
The bed gave a groan and then it began to go down. Quinn grabbed me tight, so that my wrists didn't break and my stomach didn't bang against anything.
"Oh God...you're still...fuck...inside." I reminded her.
We ended up on the floor cackling like lunatics once I was uncuffed and she was out of my body.
"I love you. Everything about you...and us...I love how easy it is to just be with you." She said to me and then kissed my face, then her hand touched my stomach. "And I love you two little beans more than your Mami does..."
"Not possible." I grumbled as I watched her talking to my stomach.
"Absolutely possible. I'd do anything for them."
"Then you're going to love what I've decided."
"Decided?"
"I think...Lima is the best option for now...if you can hack it."
She looked pale but then fixed her face into her old HBIC stare.
"For them, I can move back but on one condition."
"Name it."
"We go back there married. It's the only way that I can face my parents."
"By dropping the bomb on them?"
"Exactly."
"Say less, Q ball. I'd marry you today if you were game."
"I'm so game."
Papi put his foot down when I called to tell him that we were going to elope.
"No. You will wait for me to get there...and your sisters too. I have supported this relationship but you just will not get married without your family there, Santana."
"Fine."
"Thank you."
"Are you mad at me?"
"A little."
"Can I try cheering you up?"
"You can try."
"I'm having twins and I've decided to come home and do a fellowship there so I can be close to you."
He gasped and then I heard his sniffle.
"En serio?" He whispered like if he talked too loud, it would all change.
"I'm serious."
"Oh Santana, I...I'm so honored."
"I thought you might be."
"What about your dreams of running away?"
"Maybe when they're a bit older, before they go to school...for now...I need them to know their Abuelo."
"Oh God, I'm going to be an Abuelo...again!"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'm booking my flight. The sooner we get you two hitched, we can start finding a place for you here and a doctor...and a fellowship. There's so much to do!"
"Papi?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too...and Quinn...she didn't flake!"
"No...she didn't."
"She's still in this?"
"Totally." Q said from next to me where she was reading another one of my stories with red cheeks.
"Okay, just booked our flights. We will be there in two days...can you two wait that long?"
Quinn looked at me and grinned..."Absolutely, Mr. L."
"Dad...screw Russell...you call me Dad."
"Thanks, D-Dad."
"You'll get used to it!" He said excitedly. "Okay, you two go back to planning your mini wedding, book a nice restaurant, my treat."
"Sweet. TTFN, Papi."
"TTFN."
Quinn and I made the mattress on the floor look like a design decision as we settled in for the night with Netflix and our own personal tubs of ice cream because she can eat me out and tongue me down but refuses to eat out of my ice cream carton.
Weirdo.
All through our marathon, I kept staring at her, excited that in just a few days, she'd be my wife.
I don't think I've ever felt so excited about anything.
Mami would totally approve.
Truth was...this was what she had always wanted.
Never had she seen me and Britt lasting.
She'd always ask me why I never made an honest woman out of Quinn.
And now, I would.
Forever more.