A/N: Not sure where this came from...but here it is. Enjoy.
Rachel had never seen anything look so delicious in her entire life. While quietly moving around the kitchen to grab herself something to drink, Rachel quickly glances at her bedroom door to make sure it hasn't opened. Seeing that she's in the clear, Rachel tip toes to the kitchen table and happily sits in front of her food. Clasping her hands together in excitement, with a smile she reaches out to grab a rib from her plate. Rachel licks her lips hungrily before taking a bite of the savory, barbecue sauce covered slab of meat between her fingers. Moaning in delight as the flavors coat her tongue, she licks the corner of her lips not wanting to waste any of the sweet sauce.
This has become a part of Rachel's daily routine for the last few weeks. Secretly eating meat whenever Santana isn't around. Being pregnant is hard enough but when your baby rejects everything that isn't from an animal, it makes it that much harder. Rachel had been vegan for longer than she can remember but after becoming pregnant with her first child, something changed. It wasn't a choice she'd made but was made for her.
Since becoming pregnant, her doctor has been carefully tracking her weight because of her diet and feared Rachel would be underweight, but her unborn child has no plans of that becoming a reality. When Rachel was 7 weeks pregnant, she couldn't eat anything without vomiting. It got to the point where she just didn't eat but she knew that would only hurt her child. One day when she had some free time, she took a walk in the park and spotted a hotdog stand.
Never having felt a craving so strongly, she caved into it and bought a hotdog. After having a battle with herself and unfortunately losing, Rachel bit into the flesh of some poor animal and almost cried at how good it tasted and felt. Later that day, Rachel felt horrible for having done that but she realized she hadn't thrown it back up. For the first time in weeks, she'd been able to actually eat and that felt amazing. Rachel was sure her body would've rejected the meat but she had no side effects whatsoever. That day marked the beginning of the end of Rachel's veganism and she hasn't told her wife about it yet.
Rachel doesn't think Santana will care but Rachel hasn't come to terms with how eating meat makes her feel. Morally, it feels wrong but what was she to do? Let her baby starve? You have to make sacrifices for the ones you love. Rachel licks her lips as she sits down her third bone and silently apologizes to the cow who gave their life for her meal. Picking up her fourth rib, Rachel bites into the meat, closing her eyes as she chews, fully immersed in her meal.
"Are you going to orgasm?" Rachel's eyes shoot open as she almost chokes on her food after hearing Santana's voice. Rachel coughs a few times, setting her food down so that she can cover her mouth.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks in a slightly amused tone as she comes to pat her wife's back. Rachel clears her throat with a nod of her head.
"I-yes, I'm fine. What are you doing up?" She asks. Santana shrugs as she sits in the chair across from Rachel. Rachel stares at Santana as she smirks at her.
"What'cha got there? Tofu ribs?" Santana says teasingly. Rachel's cheeks flush from embarrassment as she stammers out a reply.
"I-I-I can explain...it's not what you think." Santana raises an eyebrow with amused smile.
"Really? So what exactly is this?" She asks and Rachel's eyes dart around the room as she tries to think of a lie.
"It's a new...plant based meal. Like meatless meat balls. Meatless ribs!" Rachel says with a nervous smile. Santana nods slowly and picks up a rib from Rachel's plate.
"Really? It definitely looks like meat." Santana brings the bone to her face and sniffs it.
"Smells like meat." Then she takes a bite and gives an approving nod.
"Tastes just like meat. Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of why you're vegan? Y'know, saving the animals and all that." Santana says as she chews. Rachel glares at her and snatches her rib back.
"Do not touch my food if you value your health." She says seriously before sighing.
"You caught me. I haven't been able to eat anything in weeks...but meat." Rachel says sadly, staring at the table before her. Santana wipes her fingers on the napkin next to Rachel and shakes her head.
"Why are you ashamed of it? Eating in hiding. You know I don't care." She says with a shrug.
"Because I haven't been pregnant 6 months and this child has already destroyed my resolve!" Rachel says and Santana chuckles.
"It's not funny! I've dedicated years to my lifestyle to have it just...blown up over night! I'm disappointed in myself." Rachel finishes sadly. Santana reaches over the table and grabs Rachel's hand, ignoring that her fingers are covered in barbecue sauce.
"Pregnancy is hard. You're doing the best you can and if that carnivorous baby is making you sick if you don't give them what they want, that's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for keeping that manipulative parasite alive." Santana says smirking as Rachel rolls her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips.
"But what if I can't stop?" She says and Santana rolls her eyes lightly.
"I'm sure if I show you a picture of some animals on a farm, you'll be right back to trying to get me to quit meat." Rachel sighs.
"I just...I feel like I gave up all my morals and values..." She says dejectedly.
"You haven't...there was just a lapse, but that's okay. We all fuck up, you can't beat yourself up about it and if all else fails, blame the kid." Santana squeezes Rachel's hand and Rachel glances at her to see a sympathetic smile.
"I'd rather you eat meat than not at all. I wish you didn't feel like you had to hide it from me though."
"It's not that I thought you would judge me...I just didn't want you to be disappointed in me too." Rachel says softly.
"I'm only disappointed you didn't get me any. That was incredibly selfish." Santana smirks and Rachel shakes her head.
"I apologize for not telling you, getting you any food or sharing with you because...I'm not sharing with you." Santana scoffs and lets go of Rachel's hand.
"Seriously? I was supportive of your moral dilemma and this is the thanks I get? This is the exact reason I'm not nice to people." Santana says as she wipes her hands again. Rachel rolls her eyes and continues eating.
"The way I see it, this is all your fault. So, why should you get to enjoy this?" Santana leans back, crossing her arms and lifting her eyebrow.
"My fault?" Rachel nods as she bites her rib.
"You gave me this carnivore."
"We agreed to have a baby so it's your fault as much as it is mine." Santana says. Rachel shrugs as she chews her food.
"That may be true but I have ribs and you don't." Rachel says with a satisfied smile. Santana rolls her eyes.
"You're lucky I'm not dumb enough to fight a pregnant woman over food." She rolls her eyes before continuing.
"This explains so much. We haven't eaten together in like weeks because you had already eaten." Rachel listens silently, enjoying her meal. Santana shakes her head as she watches her pregnant wife devour the meat in front of her.
"I guess I'll leave you two alone. Enjoy." Santana stands, smirking and winks at Rachel before walking back to their bedroom.