Santana's water breaking in the middle of a State dinner! Please, please, please! (Since you told the anon prompts!)
Shout out to Google for knowing everything including a State Dinner's sequence of events!
President Pierce-Lopez glances over at her wife as she fastensthe buttons of her cream colored blouse, counting the number of times she tries to cover up a wince. By number three, Brittany's lips are pursed and she folds her arms across her chest as she turns to look at Santana still applying her makeup in the mirror. She knows Brittany's staring at her judging by the small smile Santana makes as she puts on her mascara, but she stays focused on her task until she grunts and Brittany's quickly at her side palming her belly.
"Are you okay, honey?" She says soft as she runs her hand over Santana's stomach, soothing her wife with a kiss to her cheek.
"Mhmm, she's just very excited today I think. Probably can't wait to be out of her squishy waterbed," Santana nods, overlapping Brittany's hand with hers, "She could be here any day now."
"I would be very excited too," Brittany grins, "Actually, I amvery excited. I can't wait to meet her."
"Me t-ooh!" Santana's smile quickly falls with another sharp jab at her side.
Brittany instantly sinks to her knees pressing kisses to Santana's belly, "Please be gentle in there, baby girl."
"I'm okay, Britt." Santana assures her, combing her fingers through Brittany's long blonde hair. She doesn't believe her but nods and stands again.
"You don't have to come with me if you rather rest, San." Brittany frowns at her wife's discomfort and holds her close; she hates when there's nothing she can do to make the pain stop. She kisses her cheek again hoping that might help anyway.
Santana pouts at Brittan's offer, "But wouldn't people think it's strange to see you without me?"
"We are pretty inseparable, huh?"Brittany teases as she wiggles into her navy blue blazer, getting Santana to smile again, "You're so close to being due though, I'm sure everyone would understand if you want to rest instead. I know these State Dinners are pretty exhausting."
"Yeah, but I'm already dressed accordingly.." She waves her hand down at her body in a beautiful, flowing silk dress that pools at her feet, the color almost identical to Brittany's blouse.
"You and I both know I can fix that in less than a minute."
Santana giggles at the way Brittany wiggles her brows suggestively at her, teasing her fingertips up Santana's sides, before she plucks up Brittany's American flag pin and begins to fasten it to the lapel of her blazer, "You know I love it when the French come, our chefs really know how to show off and I don't mind getting my eats on."
Brittany's lips twitch at a smirk, "I know that too."
Santana only rolls her eyes playfully before reaching up to play with Brittany's skinny bowtie, "How about I go and if I start to feel tired I'll have someone escort me back here?"
Brittany ponders the idea as she watches Santana's nimble fingers work, "Okay, but as soon as you don't feel well you have to tell me."
"I will." Santana nods, straightening the pin before tugging Brittany in for a kiss, "Promise."
Brittany's still a little hesitant, but she knows Santana knows her limits and won't push herself.
Though they've met France's Head of State loads of times over the years, President Pierce-Lopez and her First Lady must go through the same tradition of greeting him and his wife at the North Portico entrance of the White House then smile brightly as the cameras flash at hands are being shaken and greetings exchanged.
Though it's tradition for the First Ladies to stand next to each other while the Heads of State do the same, Brittany keeps her arm around Santana's waist and holds her close hoping to shelter her from the bitter February chill as they pose. No one seems to mind, being that President Piece-Lopez is the first female president traditions are always altering. In fact, the French Head of State smiles at them and matches Brittany's gesture. Cameras flash a few more times before they're escorted out of the cold and to the Yellow Oval Room where an informal reception is gathered.
Santana watches lovingly as Brittany charms the French Head of State, introducing him to her cabinet, endless diplomats, ambassadors, and other congress members. She herself chats up the other wives who sip on expensive champagne and gush over her pregnant belly easily with a charm that could match Brittany's any day. She's telling the group about a trick she learned for morning sickness when a colorful drink fixed with fresh strawberries, kiwi, and blueberries is presented to her atop a tray.
"What's this?" She asks the wait staff as she gently picks up the cold glass.
"Madam President thought you might be thirsty." He answers with a bow of his head and Santana glances over her shoulder to see her wife wink at her before she's drawn back to conversation. Santana swoons at the fact Brittany can still make her knees weak with the littlest of gestures before thanking the waiter and sips the drink slowly.
Awhile later, Brittany rejoins her side along with the French Head of State and his First Lady as they are escorted to the Grand Staircase and take the entrance hall where they are met with the US Marine Band playing their traditional songs. Brittany keeps her hand resting in the crook of Santana's arm as they head to the State Dining Room, nodding her appreciation to the musicians and other officials they pass.
"You doing okay, sweetheart?" Brittany asks softly when they get to a quieter part of the song.
"Mhmm, that mocktail really hit the spot." Santana answered, patting the hand that's tucked at the crook of her arm, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." She replies with a grin, "Got to make sure my babies keep hydrated, you know."
"I know," Santana chuckles as they enter the State Dining Room. Chandeliers gleam, crystals twinkling, as they slowly weave through the crowd to their table at the front of the room, stopping for more introductions and greetings as they go.
Once they get to their table, Brittany pulls out Santana's chair for her, ushering her to sit before going to sit down herself while her Vice President Michael Chang and his wife Tina sit next to Santana and the French Head of State follows and sits next to her. The room is filled with the buzz of chatter mixing with the music and although she's done it a ton of times now, Brittany's knee begins to bounce with little nerves because it's almost time for another tradition: a speech that pays tribute to the United States of America's diplomatic relations with France. It's funny because she has note cards to read off of so it's not like she has to speak off the top of her head, which is something she's actually pretty good at, but the idea of speaking in front of so many people is a little scary no matter how many times she's done it.
"You'll do great, B." Santana says comfortingly, reaching over to squeeze at Brittany's thigh, "You always do so great." She smiles softly at Brittany and it's all the support she needs to wrestle her nerves and stand to begin speaking. With how many times she has rehearsed the note cards, she practically has the speech memorized and barely glances down at them as she addresses everyone and thanks the French Head of State for joining them this evening. Santana smiles up at her proudly; her wife makes such an awesome president.
Brittany's just about to go into the United States' history with the French when she hears the unmistakable sound of water splashing. At first, she just assumes one of the wait staff must've accidentally spilled something but then it's followed by a shallow gasp and her eyes instantly dart to her right.
Santana's beautiful brown eyes are round with surprise as she stares up at Brittany before she slowly looks to her lap, but everyone else's eyes remain fixed on Brittany. Though her eyes say that she's surprised, Santana's demeanor stays calm and cool and it's nothing you'd expect from someone whose water just broke. Brittany's lips stay parted at mid word as she looks from Santana to see Michael nod for a waiter to help with the mess while Tina fidgets to make sure Santana's okay, hear heart racing with the sudden realization that it's time.
The silence is broken by her audience beginning to whisper in confusion as Brittany stands motionless before them; with their table so far away, no one knows of what just happened besides the people closest to them.
"Brittany.." Santana whimpers, her face scrunching in pain.
"I-I uhm.." Brittany stammers then looks to Santana's resolve begin to shatter as the shock settles in. She sees the sudden change in her wife's behavior and suddenly the importance of the speech is tossed aside as Michael gestures for the wait staff to help the First Lady. Tanned fingers cling to Brittany's desperately and it's all she needs to be jolted back to reality. She looks to her audience and over to the French Head of State then smiles politely, "It seems that I must cut my speech short as it looks like our sweet baby girl is finally ready to meet her mothers. I apologize for having to leave so suddenly but I do hope you enjoy the food and yourselves as well. Thank you all for coming." She bows and she's thankful when the crowd claps for her and Santana while the French Head of State wishes them luck as they hurry to leave.