Would you grace us with another installment of President Pierce? Say, the day they found out Santana was pregnant?
It was in Brittany's second year of being the President of the United States that she and Santana began talking about babies. They had had many conversations over the six years that they had been married, but nothing was ever set in stone. The two agreed that they wanted to expand their family of two, but with Brittany's quickly rising popularity in politics, Santana was worried that they'd never have the time. There was constant traveling and late nights and early mornings; how could they fit raising a child into all of that? She didn't want to raise their baby alone and neither did Brittany who wanted to be a part of every single thing that dealt with their baby. Santana didn't want to pressure her wife into choosing between a family and her career because Brittany truly loved her work and Santana truly loved Brittany. If she didn't speak up, Brittany would throw away her entire career just to get a chance to create the family her and Santana had always wanted and Santana couldn't have that.
So when Brittany decided to run for President, they decided to hold off on their family. The plan was that they'd create a healthy, stable life for themselves and once they felt that everything was balanced they'd try for a child. They stayed focus and continued to love each other fiercely throughout Brittany's campaign. The saying goes that behind every powerful man is a powerful woman, so winning the election was a walk in the park considering Brittany was the first female President who was openly bisexual and also married to a woman. The other candidates never stood a chance up against a real power couple.
The first year of Brittany's presidency was hard, everyone's first year is hard, but after awhile she got used to the heavy weight of responsibility and things began to balance out. By Brittany's second year, she reopened the discussion about starting a family with Santana. The First Lady was hesitant at first; she knew Brittany's schedule didn't mesh well with raising a child and they were drawing on election season. However, Brittany was certain about the time being right and that she'd always make time for their baby because she did a great job making time for her wife already. She told Santana that she really wanted this and she didn't want to wait anymore, she didn't want to make them wait anymore because of her job. She told Santana that she could easily get re-elected and knock up her wife at the same time, piece of cake.
"Well not at the same exact time," Brittany said, rethinking her words as she fanned her fingers over her wife's toned stomach, "If I'm going to be putting a bun in this oven I'll have to do that in private."
Santana just smiled with all the love she felt for this woman swelling her heart and leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss.
With so many methods and procedures and statistics to take into account, the two had a hard time agreeing on one. Brittany was swept up in making sure which ever they'd decide on didn't mess with Santana's health while Santana worried about success rates. There were endless nights of research and Brittany scouring for the best of the best doctors and nurses to help, but soon enough they settled on one and treatments began.
True to her word, Brittany made sure everything was kept private. There was already enough stress in both of their lives; they didn't need the press getting their hands on the news to make it worse. During that time Brittany felt like Supergirl; attending most conference meetings and making appearances at other political events while helping Santana through the initial side effects of starting the treatments which as of late happened to be nausea.
"You're supposed to be in the limo on your way to-" Santana hunched over the toilet again and heaved. Brittany just pouted and dragged her fingers through Santana's long hair, gathering it in a loose bun so it wouldn't be in the way.
"Mike can go, you need me here." Brittany said softly, rubbing Santana's back as she settled again. She propped her head up on her hand and closed her eyes, looking exhausted and so sick. Brittany hated that look and hated that there wasn't anything she could do about it even more, so she just grabbed some toilet paper and dapped at Santana's sweaty brow, "Come on, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up. You'll feel so much better."
Santana just let Brittany pull her up, her body too heavy feeling to move on her own. Briefly, Brittany wondered if it was worth it, if watching Santana be so sick like that was worth having a child but she couldn't think like that. Thankfully, the nausea never lasted too long and by the afternoon Santana was feeling good as new, she even tagged along with Brittany to meet Mike at the CHKD function she was supposed to be at earlier. The couple spent the day hanging out with the patients and seeing all their little smiling faces only reassured Brittany that everything she and Santana would have to go through would be so worth it.
The first treatment was unsuccessful, but Santana was not deterred. They both knew about the success rates and were ready for the news. Brittany still worried that Santana would need a little time before trying again, but she was ready within a couple weeks.
"I'm gonna give you a baby, Britt." Santana told Brittany sternly, "One fail won't stop me."
"Us." She corrected her, "You're gonna give us a baby, but there's no rush."
"I know there's not." Santana replied, "But I feel it'll work this time."
"Well you know what they say," Brittany began to smirk, "First is the worst. Second is the best."
"Then second definitely has to work because we both know what third means.." Santana teased, her mood lightened by Brittany's lightheartedness.
"Hey, you know we'd still love'em just the same," Brittany winked, lining up to kiss her wife, "Hairy chest and all."
It had been two weeks after Santana's second treatment when Santana did something she had never done before; sent for Brittany. Sure, on the rare occasion Brittany goes somewhere without telling her wife Santana will have security tell her where she has gone but she has never made someone physically go get her wife and bring her back.
So when the head of security leaned over to tell her that Santana needed her to be home asap, she was telling the members of the cabinet her apologies and jetting out the door. Long legs kept up with the brisk walk of the guards that flanked her that she'd often have to slow her pace considering she had no idea where she was being led. All she knew was that Santana needed her right now, enough to interrupt a meeting which she's told her was fine but Santana had never done it, not until now. That alone made her edgy.
The guards led her to a door she wasn't familiar with; a normal thing when you live in a house with over 400 doors, and looked at it hesitantly before looking back at her men.
"The First Lady is behind that door, she requested that we do not enter. Only you." The leader spoke toneless and stiff.
"Okay, thank you." Brittany nodded and turned to the door, pausing a moment before twisting the handle. She poked her head in first, not entirely sure why her heart was beating so hard, but as she took in the sight of soft green walls and the tiny furniture, she realized there was nothing to be afraid of. She walked in fully, shutting the door behind her as she looked around noticing the oak crib and rocking chair to match, the white dresser and sheer white curtains, "Santana?"
"Hey baby." She smiled, emerging from a door off the side of the room, and quickly closed the distance between them. All the natural light filtering in through the window made Santana even more beautiful than she always was; she seemed to glow with the aid of all the neutral colors in the room, "Sorry I called you away, you weren't too busy were you?"
"Of course not. I'm never too busy for you." Brittany smiled, cupping Santana's cheek and tilting her chin up for a kiss before looking back at the room, "Did you do all this?"
"I might've given a few orders," Santana smiled coyly, "I didn't want to decorate it fully without you, but I know we both like the idea of neutral colors so I had Kurt come in and paint since he's the only one that knows about us wanting a family and I can't be anywhere near the fumes."
"Oh San, it's beautiful." Brittany sighed, eyes roaming before landing on her wife, "I can't wait to decorate with you. I've got so many idea already! We can do a Lion King theme because boys and girls love it and we've already got the whole nature thing working for us. We can get them a little Simba and Nala so they can cuddle and-"
"Woah wait.." Santana laughed, stilling Brittany's excitement, "I haven't shown you the best part."
"There's more?!" Brittany gasped but Santana just continued to pull Brittany towards the room she exited earlier which happened to be a bathroom. Brittany was confused at first, it looked like a regular old bathroom, "Can you point me in the right direction of the best part, babe, because I'm not really.."
"Yeah, it's right here." Santana smirked and held out a pregnancy test.
When blue eyes landed on a pink plus sign, the whole world stopped.
"You're-" Brittany stammered, "There's-"
"I'm pregnant!" Santana cheered and practically jumped into Brittany's arms.
Brittany wavered slightly at the catch but held her tight, "Oh my God, you're pregnant!" At first it wasn't sticking, but the more times Brittany repeated it, the more the thought began to settle. Pressed against her stomach was Santana's and in Santana's was a baby, their baby. A baby they've always wanted, always talked about but never had the time, but now they do and now they're having one. Teary eyed, Brittany sank to her knees and pushed up Santana's blouse.
"What are you doing, B?" Santana smiled but she already knew the answer.
There wasn't a sign of them yet, it was way too early for visual signs, but that didn't stop Brittany from pressing her hands against Santana's stomach and kissing all over her skin. Her lips were soft and so were the kisses she left, Santana just held the back of Brittany's head and watched the scene play out, growing teary too.
"We can't wait to meet you, little one." Brittany mumbled against Santana's stomach, "We've been waiting so long, but we're so excited and we already love you a lot. Don't we, San?"
"Of course, Britt." Santana replied and overlapped Brittany's hand with her free one as she looked to her stomach, "Your moms love you so, so much."