Can you do a prompt from the pregnancy president series where Brittany makes santana mad so she makes her sleep in her office or couch? Thank you!
Santana Pierce-Lopez marched down the hall towards the Oval Office with fire in her eyes and smoke pouring from her ears. To say she was angry was an understatement, the First Lady as absolutely furious and she was on her way to let her wife know.
President Pierce-Lopez was reading through a few drafts of a speech she was going to be giving that coming weekend when one of the many servicemen in charge of protecting her approached.
"Madam President?"
"Yes, Williams?" Brittany replied with her eyes still scanning the line she was reading, afraid to lose her place.
"We have a-"
"Williams?" Brittany cut in swiftly, glancing up at him as she pushed her black framed glasses up the bridge of her nose and smiled, "What have I said about using that particular word phrase?"
"My apologies, Madam President, old habits die hard." He nodded stiffly and looked towards the door and back at her, "The First Lady, she doesn't sound too-"
Before he could warn Brittany, Santana was shrugging off secret service agents and bee-lining right for the President. Her eyes were narrowed and her jaw clenched as she stomped over with one hand cradling her round belly and the other on her hip; a stance Brittany knew well as the I'm pissed pose.
Brittany gulped and stuck on a sickeningly sweet smile as she watched Santana approach, "Hey sweethe-"
"Everyone. Out. Right. Now." Santana snapped, staring daggers at everyone in the room. A few of Brittany's advisers quickly scampered out of the room, making sure to keep a good distance away from the First Lady as they left, but a lot of the servicemen stayed. Santana didn't like that at all and snapped again, "That means you too!"
They shifted nervously and looked to Brittany for direction. When the blonde merely nodded towards the door, everyone hurried out of the room leaving just Santana and Brittany.
With Santana's pregnancy, Brittany was well-aware of Santana's mood swings, but it was rare that she ever turned her angry streak on Brittany. Most of the time, Brittany was the one resolving conflicts, coming to whomever's rescue when Santana's sensitive buttons were pushed, but this? This was unfamiliar.
"We need to talk." Santana huffed, crossing her arms over her belly, "I'm mad at you."
Brittany was a thousand percent sure she wasn't trying to be adorable, but she couldn't help to think just that. All those soft curves and pudgy cheeks and that round tummy, who wouldn't think Santana was adorable? But Brittany knew better than to smile when Santana was clearly upset, so she laced her fingers together over top her papers and nodded, "Okay. What did I do to make you mad?"
She was trying hard to be as passive as possible, not wanting to upset Santana any further but it seemed that her calming tone only made it worse. Santana rolled her eyes and huffed, "What do you mean? You know exactly what I'm talking about, you cancelled two of my meet and greets!"
"Oh..that."
"Yes, that!" Santana frowned and shook her head, "When were you going to tell me or did you just think I wouldn't notice? I mean, seriously, you know how invested I am with that foundation. Why would you just cancel like that without saying something? You didn't even ask me first!"
Brittany just let out a heavy sigh and dug her fingertips at her temple, "I'm sorry, Santana. It must've slipped my mind. I just, I saw what you had lined up and I thought it was a mistake to have so many things to do in one day. You're supposed to be taking it easy and having that much piled on your plate is way too much for someone who is-"
"Pregnant?!" Santana snapped again causing Brittany to cringe at her tone, "Because that's what I am, Brittany, I'm pregnant. I'm not disabled. I don't have a disease. I'm pregnant, that's all, just because I am doesn't mean I have to put my whole life on hold. I can still do things."
"I know you can, sweetheart, that's not what I'm saying." Brittany tried again, this time standing up and walking around the desk to get a little closer to Santana. She hated seeing her wife so heated and hated even more that she was the cause of it, but when Brittany reached out for her, Santana shifted away.
"Don't."
"Okay." Brittany sighed and crossed her arms too, "I can understand why you're upset about me forgetting to tell you about cancelling, but don't you think you're taking this a little too far?"
"Too far? Brittany, you are the President of the United States, you wouldn't forget to tell your secretary which meetings you'll attend. You wouldn't forget to tell your VP to accompany you to a luncheon. You wouldn't forget to put on your American flag pin. But you forget to tell me about cancelling my meet and greet? You didn't even have to tell me personally if you didn't want to, you could've just told your assistant to do it or whatever but you didn't even do that! I had to find out on my own. And another thing, this is my body and I think I'd know what I'm capable of handling. You can't just decide for-"
"One of those meet and greets was in a different state, Santana. You're 37 weeks pregnant, you are not flying anywhere." Brittany cut her off, "If you're capable of handling yourself and you know everything, why would you agree to be someplace you know you can't go to because you aren't supposed to be flying? You're a doctor, you should know you can't do things like that? You should be aware of the kind of danger you would be putting our child in-"
"Oh, okay." Santana nodded sounding hurt but trying to mask it with indifference, "Okay, so now I'm an unfit mother. Awesome."
"Now you know that is not what I said." Brittany said sternly, "Don't put words in my mouth."
"But that's what you mean, right?" Santana asked, as tears welled in her eyes. Brittany saw and instantly wanted to comfort her, but she knew Santana wouldn't let her get too close. Her hormones were doing their worst and it didn't help that Brittany was adding to her stress. "Because if you believed I could do this, if I was still the woman you married, capable of holding her own, capable of carrying our baby, you wouldn't go behind my back. You wouldn't doubt me. If you would've just let me handle things, you would've seen that I would've rescheduled that meet and greet in Georgia because I know the dangers of flying when I'm this close but you didn't give me the chance. You just did whatever you wanted."
"Santana.." Brittany tried reaching out for her again because she felt so guilty but this time Santana brushed her off and stood up.
"I love you so much, but you've made me so mad." Santana told her firmly, "I think it would be best if you slept somewhere else tonight. As you know, stress and pregnant ladies don't mix well and right now you're really stressing me out."
"Sweetheart-"
"Brittany, please." Santana shook her head and left the room.
After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Brittany paged for everyone to come back in and return to their work then asked her assistant to fetch her a blanket and pillow for the uncomfortable night's sleep that awaited her later on.
For the rest of the day, Brittany kept to her work not trying to let Santana's words affect her too much. She did feel bad about going behind her wife's back and not giving her a chance to work things out on her own, but honestly she didn't mean any harm by doing so. She was just taking care of her like always and she didn't think that a small slip up like forgetting to talk about a cancellation would cause so much repercussion. She didn't mean to make Santana feel like she didn't care and she definitely didn't mean to make her feel like she was an unfit mother.
Those words, unfit mother, they bugged Brittany all day and even more so at night when the White House was quiet and the Oval Office was dark and a little chilly.
Brittany got as comfortable as she could on the small leather sofa with her fleece blanket wrapped around her body and the pillow tucked under her head, but everything felt so off. The blanket was too small and didn't cover up Brittany's feet leaving them victims to the cold air. The pillow was too hard and kept her neck tilted in such an uncomfortable position that kept her tossing and turning on the cold, slippery leather. Santana was definitely making her pay for making her so angry.
She didn't know when, but at some point Brittany finally fell asleep only to be awoken by soft touches to the tip of her nose. She tried burying her face against the fleece of the blanket to escape the tickle, but then she heard her name being called by a voice that she dearly missed hearing.
"Britt? Are you awake?" Santana asked quietly, running her finger down Brittany's nose again.
Brittany just inhaled deeply and blinked her eyes tiredly to see Santana crouched before her looking equally exhausted.
"Hi." Santana said shyly, moving her hands to rest at the edge of the couch cushion.
"Hey honey." Brittany replied, adjusting her head to see Santana a little better. They stared at each other silently for awhile, both unsure of how to begin the conversation they needed to have.
"I'm..I'm sorry about blowing up on you earlier." Santana finally mumbled, fingers picking at the fleece blanket, "I know you were just looking out for me. I don't know why I reacted like that. It wasn't nice."
"No, I'm sorry." Brittany told her, "You're right, I should've trusted you knew what you were doing or I should've at least talked to you about it first. I shouldn't have gone behind your back like that."
"Yeah, talking about it first would've been a lot easier than all this." Santana sighed.
"You know I don't think you're an unfit mother, right?" Brittany asked because the words wouldn't leave her mind, "You know I think you're going to be the greatest mom ever? You know that, don't you?"
"Of course, B, you never let me forget."
"Okay, good. I was a little worried there for a minute."
"I'm sorry I accused you of thinking that," Santana frowned, "Being hormonal sucks."
Brittany just chuckled and reached out for Santana's hand, glad that she didn't pull away this time, "I still love you though."
"I still love you too." Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss Brittany softly, "And I forgive you."
"Me too." Brittany smiled, leaning in for another kiss, "So..can I sleep in our bed again?"
"Please?" Santana pouted playfully, already tugging a little on Brittany's hand to get her to sit up, "It feels so big without you there and baby's kicking up a storm. I don't think she likes it when we fight."
With one arm wrapped around Santana's shoulders and her free hand resting on Santana's belly, Brittany kissed Santana's warm cheek, "I don't think I like it when we fight either."
"Yeah, let's not fight ever again." Santana sighed, resting her head on Brittany's shoulder as they walked to their bedroom.
"It's good to have a disagreement here and there though, we won't always agree." She replied, fingers fanning over Santana's tummy, "But if baby girl doesn't like it, we can work on it."