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Three Years Later:
Santana smiles to herself as she walks out of the doctor's office. This is the best news she could have received. She's pregnant with their second child and this time they had been trying to have a baby. She can't wait to tell her husband. Everything has just been amazing for them these last few years. Her smile grows even more when she looks at her email and sees the one email she's been waiting for, for the last three weeks. This one email holds her whole future. Opening the email her smile falters for a second before it grows even more while she reads that she passed.
"Hell yes!" Santana shouts fist pumping.
An older lady glares at her and she glares back at her. No one is going to ruin this very wonderful day for her. Skipping in a very un-Santana way she's so happy on the drive home that she doesn't even shout at the guy who cut her off. Opening the door her very big smile grows even more when she sees her husband and daughter sleeping on the couch, Pandora laying completely on top of her dad.
"B," Santana whispers trying to wake him up without waking their daughter up who is very grumpy if she's woken up.
Brett grunts and turns slightly to get away from the annoying noise.
"Come on B you need to wake up." Santana says leaning down to kiss his cheek.
He surprises her by turning into the kiss and kissing her fully on the lips.
"B," Santana whispers pulling away.
"Hi love," Brett says biting his lips.
"Oh shut up." Santana says slapping his arm.
"So I was right." Brett says smiling.
"Yes, I'm pregnant." Santana says leaning down again to kiss him.
"No mama," Pandora says trying to push her mama away.
"Hey little missy." Santana says swooping her grumpy daughter into her arms.
"Sleepy," Pandora whines trying to hid her head.
"Well then I'll just put you to bed." Santana threatens that wakes Pandora up.
"No mama," Pandora shouts wiggling out of her arms and running across the room away from her.
"I can't believe you're pregnant with our second child." Brett says placing his hands on her belly.
"That's not all," Santana says looping her arms around his neck and sitting on his lap. "I passed my boards."
"Baby," Brett says kissing her. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks," Santana says blushing.
"I think we need to celebrate." Brett says. "Do you want to go out or order in?" he asks knowing that sometimes she just doesn't want to deal with people coming up to them and wanting a picture with him.
"Can we order in?" Santana softly asks.
"Of course we can." Brett says wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you so much baby."
"I still can't believe that I actually passed my boards." Santana breaths out.
"I can baby, you are the smartest person I know." Brett says moving some papers on the coffee table so he can put his feet up.
"What are these?" Santana asks picking up the papers and noticing that they are job applications.
She looks first at the papers and then to him.
"B?" she questioningly says.
"Listen, after getting those two concussions last season I've really thought about wither I want to play another season or retire and I've decided that I'm going to retire. I want to be able to play with our kids as they get older." Brett says. "You and the kids are more important to me than football."
"Are you serious B?" Santana asks staring at him in disbelief.
"Yes," Brett softly says.
"This really is the best day ever." Santana says wrapping her arms tighter around Brett's middle, kissing him.
"Mama, daddy!" Pandora shouts wanting attention from her parents.
"What is it Pandy?" Santana asks picking her up.
"Play," Pandora hopefully says.
"Why don't we play princess and make daddy the princess." Santana says smiling evilly at her husband.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Pandora says clapping her hands. "Daddy princess."
"Fine," Brett says glaring at his wife.
They play princess for a good hour before Pandora falls asleep with her crown and scepter in her little hands.
"So tuckered her little self out." Brett says placing her in her bed.
"I can't wait until she met her little sibling." Santana says rubbing her flat belly.
"She'll make an amazing big sister." Brett says wrapping his arm around his wife's waist and walks them downstairs.
"Today sure has been one hell of a day." Santana says laying her head on his shoulder.
"It sure has, you passed your boards and are pregnant with our second child. No day aside from our wedding could be better." Brett says lightly kissing her on the lips.
"Are you sure you want to retire?" Santana asks turning to face him.
Even though it would make her more than happy to not have him play football anymore, she knows how happy it makes him. The last thing she wants is for him to be unhappy. She'll be willing to worry all the time about him getting hurt playing if it makes him happy.
"Babe, I want to grow old with you and not have any problems. I promise you that this is what I want." Brett says. "I'm thinking of getting a job coaching high school kids."
"You can do whatever you want." Santana says kissing him. "I just love you so much B."
"I love you too." Brett says. "And I'm very happy with you."
Santana nuzzles into him so grateful that their Biology teacher made them be partners on that project years ago. She wouldn't be where she is today without him. Brett wraps his arms tighter around her breathing in her scent so glad to have her in his arms. There's no one else in the world that he would want to spend the rest of his life with and is so fucking glad that she agreed to marry him.