A/N: Well I have returned (which you know if you read Hold My Hand). Thank you guys so much for being patient about this story and always reviewing it means the world to me. Anywho, let's get down to business. This chapter is the result of the girl's deciding they want to start a family.
Allow me to make some things clear Rachel never did Broadway and she is more of and actress than a singer while Santana is more of a singer. This whole chapter is pretty much the first trimester just broken down into different parts so you can get a look at what the pregnancy is like for the girls.
And last but not least, we are looking at maybe one or two chapters left for this story. I'm debating between rolling it all up into one or making it two, we'll see.
Okay that's it. Just make sure you read the bottom Author's Note and enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I still own nothing.
"YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU AND YOUR SPAWN I'M PUSHING OUT OF MY VAGINA! I SWEAR TO GOD WE ARE NEVER HAVING ANOTHER ONE! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED RACHEL! TO SEE ME IN PAIN!"
Rachel groaned in pain as her wife's hand grew tighter around her own. "Sweetheart you're hurting me," she murmured against her wife's sweaty raven hair.
"I'M HURTING YOU! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ?! I AM PUSHING YOUR INFANT OUT OF MY VAGINA! MY PUSSY, RACHEL, IS STRETCHING TO EXTREMES THAT I NEVER WANTED TO IMAGINE SO THAT YOU CAN HAVE A CHILD! I SWEAR FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY THAT YOU ARE NEVER STICKING THAT THING INSIDE ME AGAIN!"
Three years earlier
"San!" Rachel called for her wife as she walked into their loft. "Baby!" she called again upon receiving no answer. "Santana!" Rachel entered deeper into the loft looking for any sign of her wife dropping her bag by the couch in the process and pulling off her shoes. There was a small crash followed by the sound of something hitting a wall and Rachel immediately followed the sound and sprinted to their bedroom she found the bathroom light on and the door slightly ajar. She pushed it open to find Santana leaning against the wall with one hand covering her mouth and the other her stomach. "San, baby," Rachel stepped in front of the Latina and cupped her wife's cheeks slightly pulling her out of her daze. "Sweetheart talk to me, tell me what's going on."
Choking on her words Santana could only point to the multiple boxes and sticks scattered across their bathroom floor.
"I need you to tell me you're okay Santana." The actresses pleaded still in ditress at the lack of acknowledgement she was receiving.
"I'm fine, I'm okay," the Latina rushed out before urging her wife towards the mess on the floor.
Nodding Rachel picked up two of the sticks each of them holding the double red lines in the center. "Is this" she trailed off turning towards her wife who only nodded with tears threatening to fall. "You're," unable to form words Rachel dropped what was in her hands and stepped closer to her now crying wife, her hands instantly rising to the woman's stomach. "You… we… you're pregnant?"
"As far as that stick in concerned, yes." The singer joked though her tears.
"You're pregnant." the brunette exclaimed excitedly. Her hands moved to the underside of her wife's thigh and in one swift motion she had her up against the wall.
"We're pregnant," Santana clarified before leaning down to capture Rachel's lips smiling against the hers as she could practically feel the excitement radiating off of the actress. "I love you."
"I love you too baby." Still smiling Rachel set the Latina down and took her hand before leading her out of the bathroom and to their bed turning on Norah Jones in the process Rachel pulled the Latina down so that they could bask in the excitement. "We have to set up a doctor's appointment so that we can be sure."
"I know… I was thinking maybe we should hold off telling our friends until we know for sure. I already have my hopes up, and I don't want to get there's up. Especially Quinn and Britt, they've been just as excited as us about starting a family."
Lovingly Rachel ran her fingers through her wife's hair. "I understand. I can call right now and see when we can get in. Hold on." Before Santana could object Rachel was already back in their living room digging in her coat pocket for her phone. Two minutes later she was back in their bedroom with her phone up to her ear. "Yes, I wanted to schedule an appointment for my wife… Yes Santana Diabla Lopez… That's correct… We just need to get some blood work done. Tomorrow at one is perfect thank you Amy." Tossing her phone on the dresser Rachel crawled back on to the bed beside her wife. "All set."
"Hey guys," Rachel smiled widely at Brittany and Quinn before motioning them inside.
Quinn smiled back at Rachel before pecking the girl's cheek and walking towards the living room where Santana was sitting with her arms wrapped around her stomach and watching T.V. Brittany pecked the other side of Rachel's cheek and followed Quinn placing a quick kiss to Santana's forehead when she saw her. "So what's going on? Quinn questioned plopping a squat beside her friend before pulling Brittany into her lap. Rachel chose to sit on the other side of the Latina.
"Hey Sannie?"
"Yeah B?"
"Are you pregnant?"
All three eyes widened at the question. "Um, actually Britt we are." Santana couldn't even get the words out without smiling like an idiot prompting Rachel to place her own hand on her tummy. "How did you know?"
"You've been sitting here with your hand on your tummy, and constantly glancing down at it as if to check it's still there or something. Although I don't know where it could go."
Smiling at the blonde's innocence Santana laid her head on her friend's shoulder. "Don't ever change B. The world could never bare it."
"You alright there Quinn?" Rachel questioned taking notice of the lack of words from the shorter blonde.
"What? Yeah, sorry, I'm just in… shock. I mean are you sure? Have you been to the doctor?"
"Yeah, we went today actually. We didn't want to tell you guys until we knew for sure… You're gonna be aunt Quinn."
"I'm gonna be an aunt."
Rachel nodded her smile growing wider at the light in Quinn's eyes once she heard the word aunt. "I'm gonna need your help Q, with Santana's natural badass habits and Brittany agreeing to help we're going to have to teach my little guy or girl not to listen to their mommy and Aunt B."
"Hey!" Both girls in question exclaimed before shoving Rachel.
First Trimester
"Hey Rach," the Latina shook her sleeping girlfriend lightly. "Baby?"
Rachel's head popped up from against her wife's shoulder. After finding out that they were pregnant sleeping positions had change on their own leaving Rachel to have protective limbs wrapped around her wife. "Mm, what yeah? What happening? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," smiling Santana lifted a soothing hand to Rachel's cheek loving the way the brunette leaned in to her touch. "I was just um, I was wandering if you could maybe get me and M&M mcflurry from McDonalds. I know it's a lot to ask and it's two o'clock in the morning."
"No, hey," pecking her girl's lips to stop the ramble that was on it's way and could possibly lead to tears. "It's fine. I'll go get it now. I'll do anything for you, you know that." Climbing out of bed Rachel threw on a shirt and pair of basketball shorts before pecking her wife's lips once more and grabbing her keys to head out. It only took her eight minutes to go and get back home to Santana who was half way out of bed. "San baby what's wrong?" Rachel rushed to the girl's side after setting the cup down in the process. "What happened?"
"Nothing Rach, I just wanted to watch T.V. I was actually hoping you'd cuddle with me." she admitted with a small pout.
"Of course, come on. I got your mcflurry. M&M's right?"
"Yes, thank you baby."
It wasn't long before Santana was asleep against Rachel's chest with only half of her mcflurry finished. Rachel smiled down at the girl she was currently holding. It was all just so perfect, her wife, their unborn child, it was all she ever wanted.
"Please don't cry Tana." Rachel pleaded as she wiped her wife's tears.
"I'm fat Rachel! Look at me! How can you even love me!" the Latina cried as she pulled out of Rachel's grip so she could continue to stare at herself in the mirror.
"You're not fat Santana, you're beautiful baby, and you're carrying my child. There's a big difference between the two." To emphasize her point Rachel turner her wife away from their mirror and kissed her softly. "You Santana Lopez are not fat, you're carrying my child, and somehow it makes me fall even more in love with you." kissing away the tears that had started to flow down the Latina's cheek Rachel gingerly slid her hands down her wife's form until she was pulling down her sweat pants.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked sniffing back her tears.
"I'm showing you how beautiful you are," she admitted, hovering her lips over her wife's. "You have no idea how much of turn on it is to know that you're pregnant with my child. I swear I would take you every second of everyday if I could."
"I don't want you Rachel," Santana forced out as she pushed her wife away, and began to pace in front of their bed clad in only a large t shirt and underwear. "Fuck! You could probably have any woman you want, especially now that the whole world knows about you, how do I know you haven't been off fucking some other-" cut off by Rachel gripping her neck and forcing their lips together in a heated kiss, Santana felt all her insecurities wash away. Deep down she knew her wife would never cheat on her; it was just crazy baby hormones that had her speaking crazy.
"I'm yours," Rachel breathed out as she gently pushed Santana down on to their bed. Quickly she discarded both of their clothing and moved to hover above her. Capturing plump lips a loving kiss Rachel worked her right hand down the woman's tan body and gently rubbed her clit; loving the way her wife's juices soaked her fingers. "You're so wet baby."
"Rach," Santana whined, wanting more.
"Tell me what you want Tana. I'll give you anything," she whispered against the Latina's ear as her hard member rocked against her inner thigh. "Tell me and it's yours." She spoke circling her wife's entrance with a single digit.
"I need you inside me baby, please."
Smiling satisfactorily Rachel pushed inside of her wife, and slowly began to pump in and out of her. "You're so tight Tana, fuck. I can't wait to feel you gripping my cock."
"Fuck Rachel I need more. Stop teasing and just UGH!" Santana groaned as her wife traded her fingers for her member.
Gingerly Rachel wrapped her lips around the Latina's nipple as their bodies rocked together in a rhythm that was all too familiar but still so good. When Rachel felt Santana pushing her chest up towards her mouth she couldn't resist biting down on her wife's left breast which caused the Latina howl in a pleasurable pain just as the girl on top of her changed angles and pushed deeper inside of her.
"You're the only one I want Tana," Rachel panted as she pushed in and out of her wife. "No one else could ever take me from you or even make feel the way you do when I look at you. You're everything to me Santana, and I promise you I'm going to take care of you and our child no matter what."
"Rach, Rach," the Latina repeated like a mantra. "I'm so close. Don't stop."
"Never."
With a final push Rachel felt Santana's walls tighten around her member as the girl wrapped her legs around her slim waist to hold her close as her body stiffened with the force of her orgasm. Rachel dropped her head to the crook of Santana's neck as the Latina's walls milked her member for every last drop of cum.
After a few minutes of the girl's trying to regulate their breathing Santana spoke, "You're too good to me."
Rachel placed an innocent kiss against the Latina's neck before responding, "I beg to differ."
"Well than you're incorrect," chuckling Santana dragged her fingers across the back of Rachel's back. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Santana blushed and turned away slightly as Rachel leaned in to peck her cheek after having whispered words of love in her ear. They were sitting in the middls of the long table that seated family as they waited for the toast to start during the reception.
"I honestly couldn't wait to say I do to you when you walked down that isle today. You looked so beautiful baby." Rachel continued to whisper words against her now wife's ear. "Seeing you in your dress for the first time, I had to restrain myself from just running down the aisle and stealing you away."
"Rach, stop," Santana pushed the girl away playfully as her cheeks only grew a deeper shade of red.
"I can't believe you married me… I hope you know that this is it. I'm never letting you go. You're my everything Santana Lopez." Rachel whispered before leaning in towards her wife's lips.
"And you mine, Rachel Lopez." The Latina agreed just as their lips connected in a slow kiss that was purely lips. "I love this tux on you by the way," the Latina added once they separated.
"Tana!" Rachel called as she stepped into the loft. She smiled adoringly when she saw her wife sitting on the couch and watching their wedding DVD with tissues and what she assumed were happy tears. "Hi baby," she kissed the side of Santana's head while taking a seat beside her. Immediately Santana snuggled against the slightly shorter girl's chest. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," the Latina gave her wife a watery smile. "I just- I don't know stupid baby hormones I guess."
"Well if it helps any, I love your baby hormones."
"Even when I'm yelling at you?"
"Even when you're yelling at me," the actress nodded before pressing her lips to the Latina's head, allowing them to linger awhile while they watched the DVD.
"Rach," Santana shook the sleeping girl beside her after turning on the lamp. "Baby?"
"Hm- what?" Rachel asked raising her head from her pillow and looking over at her wife. "What do you need? Where am I going?" she questioned already half way up in bed and reaching for her shorts on the floor.
"No Rach," the singer grabbed on to the actresses arm to stop her from moving. "I- I'm bleeding."
"What? Where? What happened?" turning Rachel began to vigorously search her wife's face for any signs of blood.
"No Rach," Santana whispered softly. "I'm bleeding," she explained while moving the sheets from around her waist revealing the blood that had pooled.
Rachel's eyes immediately widened as tears formed in her eyes. She forced them back though when she looked up from staring at her wife's private area she saw tears already cascading down her tan features. "Hey," she brought their foreheads together. "It's okay. We're okay," she promised with a kiss. "I'm going to get a towel and a pair of sweats for then we'll go to the emergency room okay?" Once she received a nod from her wife Rachel hurried to their bathroom for a towel which wrapped around the Latina's waist before picking the girl up and carrying her out of the apartment, an extra pair of sweats already in hand.
"Mrs and Mrs. Lopez," the doctor greeted with a smiled that didn't exactly ease the girl's worries. "Mrs. Lopez," he began turning to Santana who was lying in bed with her hand clasped in Rachel's who was sitting beside her. "You yourself are physically fine, but I'm afraid that you suffered from a miscarriage."
Immediately Santana pulled her hand from Rachel's and turned over tears covering her face as her body shook with sobs. Rachel did her best to stay strong long enough to finish her conversation with the doctor and to get Santana home. She nodded, and the doctor took it as his signal to leave only stopping when he heard the soft question come from Rachel, "Was it me? Because of my chromosomes I mean?"
"No." He stated firmly with a shake of his head. "It was neither of you. Sometimes it just doesn't happen the way you want it to. This doesn't mean that if or when you try again that the same thing will happen. It's neither of your faults." He rested his hand against Rachel's shoulder comfortingly before leaving the two women to their own.
A/N: I know it's sad, but I promise you they will have their baby.
I have a question. Out of all the smut scenes I've written which has been your favorite or the best... or are they all just bad?
Alright, well I hope you all liked it and let me know your thoughts.