A/N: So I don't have the time to keep up with the course of the days but luckily I already had this written. It's short but sweet. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review.

So here's another one with our lovely ladies. Baby planning time!

disclaimer: I own nothing.

Mama always win

"Rachel, we are not naming it Anthony," Santana says plopping down on the bed next to her wife of 3 years.

"First off; he or she is not an 'it'. Second; why not? Anthony is a nice name for a boy," Rachel retorts, putting the book of baby names down on her lap.

"Because the only reason you want to name it Anthony is so you can call him Tony." Rachel rolls her eyes and picks the book back up. She picks one of the many colored tabs sticking out of the side of the book and opens to the page.

"Okay then. What about Emily?" Santana scrunches her face while she thinks. Rachel loves her scrunchy face. It makes her badass lawyer wife look so adorable.

"No." She quickly takes that adorable right back.

"And why the hell not?"

"Because then you will call her Emmy."

"Are you going to shoot down every name I propose?" she questions, setting the book down on the nightstand. Not like she has must need for it anymore.

"If it has to do with musical theater or awards for acting; then yes." Rachel sighs. Why does Santana have to be so infuriating? And stubborn? And what is wrong with musical theater?

"So I can't name her Angelina or Scarlett then?" The singer says, finding a loop hole in her wife's request.

"Jolie and Johansson?" Rachel nods. "Oh they're hot. I could totally live with one of those names." Seriously? That easy? Rachel quickly shakes her head.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because when our possible girl asks why we picked out her name, I'm not going to want to explain that we named her after one of the many women her Mami fantasizes about."

"One Scarlett sex dream and now i'm fantasizing about tons of women."

"That's the only one that I know about. Who knows about all the other ones I know nothing about?"

"Please. Baby, you're the only one I need. I don't have to fantasize," Santana says, slipping her hand under her wife's tank top and gently caressing the skin underneath. Rachel closes her eyes and sighs while relaxing into the Latina's teasing touch.

"Oh flattery, huh?" Rachel says, snapping back to reality.

"Always," Santana says with a smirk.

"Well help me pick out a name and then maybe you can get some special Rae-Rae time."

"Baby, you're only like 3 months pregnant. We have plenty of time," the Latina says, continuing to caress the tight, tanned abs that in the a few weeks, will start to swell with life.

"But it's best to be prepared," Rachel says, pulling the Santana's hand from under her shirt and putting in on her lap.

"Fine. What about Michael?"

"Jackson?"

"Is there any other one that matters?"

"No."

"Okay. What about Maria?"

"That's your middle name."

"Is it? I had no idea."

"You will not get a almost junior out of this. Next."

"Matthew?"

"What is it with you and m's today?"

"Dunno. I'm just in a m mood. Soo?"

"No."

"Damn Rach. Now you're going to shoot down all my ideas?"

"Don't like it, do you?"

"You spiteful little bitch." Rachel gasps and puts her hands on her stomach.

"Don't listen to her," she whispers to the invisible embryo. "Your Mami is just cranky because your Mama has gotten more clever than she is and is just as good at revenge."

"Oh please. I'm so much more clever than you."

"And she can't take it when I'm right. You'll get used to it," Santana rolls her eyes, puts her hands behind her head.

"Whatever. What about Micah?" she suggests.

"Micah?" Santana nods. "Cute and Biblical. I think I handle a Micah. And how about for a girl, Emilia? After your mom."

"She would love that, her selfish, conceited ass," Santana says with a little laugh.

"Santana, that's your mom," Rachel chastises.

"Doesn't make it any less true."

"You are horrible. But Emilia?"

"I can deal with that."

"Well alright. Then it's settled . Micah if the baby's a boy and Emilia if the baby's a girl."

"Yup."

"Seal it with a kiss," Santana nods before leaning over and kissing her wife slowly.

"Wait," Santana says as they pull apart. "You sneaky bitch, Emilia is just Spanish for Emily."

"So?"

"Well that means that you will still get to call her Emmy. Oh hell to the no."

"Sorry honey. No take backs. I win." She looks down at her stomach. "Mama always wins. Get used to that too sweetheart."