AN: As usual, I'm posting the prologue and the first chapter at the same time. I'm not enough of a tease to post only the prologue!

Much love and enjoy!

Santana smiled to herself as she zipped the Spiderman lunch bag closed. She heard the soft thud of tiny feet come running into the room behind her. "Mijo, don't run around in the house." She called over her shoulder.

Her son stopped in his tracks and she could practically feel him frowning at the back of her head. "Mommy chased me though."

"You tattletale!" Brittany yelled as she picked her son up and twirled him around.

He let out a shriek that was soon overpowered by laughter. "Mama help!"

Santana turned around and admired her wife and her son playing happily. "Britt, come on it's too early to get him so wound up."

Brittany set their son down and directed him towards the table where his lunch bag was. "Grab your stuff Rye."

Their son smirked and ran away, hiding behind the couch. Santana glared at Brittany who shrugged innocently in response. "I blame you for this." She whispered to her wife as she walked towards the couch. "Ok Riley you have three seconds to get your butt out from behind that couch." Santana warned and started counting. She barely made it to two before Riley ran out and grabbed his things.

He turned around to face his moms and smiled brightly. His blue eyes glimmered in the same way Brittany's did and it made Santana's heart melt with joy. "Ready!" He announced.

Brittany looked over at Santana who was now smiling almost as widely as Riley. She walked over and wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist, coaxing her wife to turn towards her. "Have a good day babe." She said and placed a gentle kiss to her wife's lips.

Santana smiled into the kiss. When they parted, her smile didn't fade as she stared into Brittany's eyes. "You too."

Brittany smiled back before turning to pick up her purse. She walked over and opened the door. "Come on little man."

Santana watched as her wife and son left the apartment. She sighed contently and started picking up some stray toys that had somehow found their way out of Riley's room. As she walked towards the hallway something caught her eye; Brittany had left her keys on the table. She put the toys down on the couch and smiled at the forgotten keys. She picked them up and went towards the door, figuring Brittany would already be on her way back up to retrieve them.

She reached the door, turned the doorknob and pulled but the door didn't open. She pulled harder; still nothing. She frowned at the door in confusion.

Suddenly she started hearing screams of pain coming from the other side of the door. Her eyes widened in recognition. "Brittany!" She called and tugged on the door harder. The door wouldn't budge and her heart started to pound. "Britt, baby!" She slammed her first against the door as hard as she could. The screams continued and Santana felt hot tears start to slide down her cheeks. "Please," she pleaded through tears., "please."

Santana's eyes flew open only to be met with darkness. She blinked a few times and her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room. Her heart was still pounding as she attempted to gather her thoughts. It was a dream.

She turned to see that Brittany wasn't in bed and she felt her stomach drop. "Brittany?" She called into the dark apartment. She got out of bed and stuck her head into the hall, noticing a light coming from the bathroom. She sighed in relief and started walking towards the bathroom door.

When she heard Brittany groan in pain she sped up and ran to the door, flinging it open as fast as she could. "Britt, what's wrong?" She quickly kneeled down in front of her wife who was sitting on the side of the bathtub, clutching her abdomen.

Brittany looked up at Santana and the brunette felt her heart sink at the pain in the now dim, blue eyes. "Hospital." Brittany managed to say.

Santana paced back and forth in the waiting room of the hospital. She had followed Brittany and the doctors into the room but was soon asked to leave, and after much convincing, she gave in.

"Santana!" The brunette turned to see Quinn and Rachel quickly making their way to her.

Rachel ran over and pulled Santana into a hug. Normally, Santana would be apposed to hugging Rachel but in that moment, she needed it. She buried her face into the diva's neck and forced herself not to let the tears fall from her eyes.

Quinn waited patiently for them to part before getting straight to the point. "Is Britt ok?"

Santana shrugged. "I don't know."

Quinn felt tears start to form in her eyes at the broken sound of her friends voice. Santana was normally so strong and sure of everything.

"What about…" Rachel started and Quinn turned to face her but before the blonde could stop her, Rachel continued, "What about the baby?"

Santana looked away from her friends and felt her knees go weak. She quickly sat down on a chair before she ended up collapsing.

Quinn and Rachel were quick to sit down on either side of the brunette. Quinn gently wrapped an arm around Santana's shoulder and finally, Santana cried.

After a night of silence, filled only with the odd quiet sob from Santana, a doctor came into the room. Quinn was the first to see him and she let out a slow breath when she noticed he wasn't smiling. She squeezed Santana's arm to get her attention.

Santana looked up and quickly got to her feet when she noticed the doctor. "Is she ok?"

"She'll be ok." He nodded. Santana would have smiled if she didn't know there was more to what he needed to say. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry but, there was nothing we could do for the baby."

Santana wrapped her arms around herself and started to vigorously shake her head. "No, no! She was almost six months pregnant. We were told everything was fine!"

He nodded in understanding. "These things happen Mrs. Lopez-Pierce."

The brunette couldn't stop the tears as the fell freely. "Why?" She managed to squeak out.

"It could be caused by a number of things. If you wish, we can run some tests once your wife's feeling up to it."

Santana shook her head again, that wasn't what she meant. She didn't care about the medical reasoning behind it all. Why was this happening to them? She sat back down on the chair, feeling completely defeated.

The doctor started to explain what had happened. Santana heard some words like induced labor, miscarriage, and dead. "When can I see her?" She asked, interrupting the doctor's explanation.

"She's asleep-" He began but was quickly cut off.

Santana stood up and glared at him. "You wouldn't let me be in there with her through all this so the very least you can do now is let me see my wife!"

He nodded; he was used to dealing with irrational outbursts from emotionally charged spouses. "She's asleep, but you can see her. Follow me."

Santana followed the man down a hallway and stopped when he directed her towards a room. She walked in and slowly pulled a chair close to the bed side. She sat down and looked at Brittany. She was paler than usual and, even though she was asleep, Santana could see the exhaustion on her face.

She glanced down at where Brittany's stomach would be. It was covered by the blanket and Santana was glad she didn't have to see the lack of the bump that used to be her baby. She reached forward and gently placed her hand on Brittany's cheek, rubbing the pale cheekbone lightly with her thumb.

She almost pulled away when Brittany turned her head so her cheek was pressed firmly into the brunette's palm, but when blue eyes slowly flickered open she couldn't bring herself to break the contact.

Brittany blinked a few times until she focused on her wife. She felt tears start to sting her eyes so she closed them again and took a breath. "I'm so sorry, San."

The pain in Brittany's voice broke Santana's heart. She opened her mouth to respond but couldn't find the words. Instead she took Brittany's hand and pulled it close to her heart. She took her necklace out from under her shirt and placed the infinity heart pendant in the blonde's hand. Squeezing her wife's hand tightly, she kissed each pale knuckle.

She inwardly cursed herself for not telling Brittany it was ok. She hated herself for not assuring her wife that it wasn't her fault. But she hoped that, in this moment, her actions could speak the words she couldn't.