Pezberry Week Day 4: Having Children
Santana has a few questions to ask Rachel. Covers milestones in their relationship prior to having kids.
What would you do if I hugged you?
Rachel looked at the post-it with a confused expression. She pulled it off the inside of her front door and walked through the hallway.
What would you do if I kissed?
She was starting to become aggravated and scared. She had been seeing these notes everywhere today. She had found one on her locker, in multiple textbooks and binders, and all around the choir room. Now the notes were appearing in her house. The first question was what would you do if I pushed you? So Rachel thought it was just someone playing a joke until, they asked what she would do if they gave her an autographed boxed set of everything Barbra Streisand.
As she approached her bedroom, she saw another note.
What would you do if I…
"Said I love you?" Rachel turned around to see Santana standing at the top of the steps with a lily in her hand. The Latina slowly stepped toward Rachel and began singing.
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you
I love you
I love you
Like never before
A smile spread across Rachel's face. "I love you too."
"Rachel, can you come here please?" Rachel walked through their condo searching for her girlfriend. Santana was standing in the middle of the hallway that led from the condo's three bedrooms to the living room and kitchen. Santana smiled and slowly walked backwards allowing Rachel to enter the living room.
On the wall behind their couch was the phrase "Will You Marry Me?" written out in multi-colored Post-It notes. Rachel laughed at the sign. Santana seemed to have an affinity for expressing her emotions via Post-its. That's how she had asked Rachel to move in with her. She had also stuck one to an envelope addressed to Santana from Columbia University that said "I got in, Baby!" So seeing their living room wall covered in Post-Its wasn't surprising, but the message caused Rachel to shed some tears.
Noticing the happy tears in her girlfriend's eyes, Santana walked towards and handed her a green note, "Baby Girl, Look at me."
Rachel gave a watery chuckle and looked up. "San…"
A pink one: "Go look." Apparently Santana already had the notes written out.
As Rachel neared the wall, she immediately recognized the past notes from Santana, including the spontaneous "I love you" and "Good morning Beautiful" notes.
Every second of every day
I fall deeper for you.
I know this all sounds cliché
But I will always love you.
Forever is not enough,
Eternity is not too much.
I wish to spend my life with you,
And I hope you wish that too,
So please do me the honor,
Of allowing me to marry you.
Rachel turned back to Santana, to find the Latina on bended knee holding and cushion-cut pink sapphire and diamond ring. The tears kept flowing.
The tiny brunette nodded frantically before screaming, "YES!"
"Have you talked to her about it?" Quinn looked across the table at her best friend, as Santana shook her head. "Why not?" Santana shrugged. Quinn had been talking to the Latina for almost three hours now, and the other had not said a single word. "Talk to me. Why haven't you talked to her about this?"
"It has never come up. Look, I want kids, but I don't know if Rachel wants them. She's never talked about having any since we've been together."
"Wait, you two have been married for two years and you haven't even had the baby conversation?" Quinn asked arching an eyebrow. Santana stared at Quinn; the blonde knew she hated rhetorical questions.
"I've been planning on talking about it, I wanted to adopt a child rather than suggest one of us carries a baby. With Rachel on Broadway and me in line for Senior Partner at the firm, something is bound to go wrong if either of us was pregnant."
"I get it. But nothing is going to get accomplished if you don't say something," Quinn sat back in her chair and took a sip of her coffee. "And no Post-Its."
Santana chuckled, "But that's my thing."
"Rae, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yeah, Hun, what's up?" Rachel asked as she muted the TV. Santana sat next to her wife on the couch.
"Um, do… Would… I…" Santana shook her head and reached in her pocket.
Her wife wasn't surprised when she was handed a black Post-It covered in gold ink.
I want kids. Rachel looked at Santana and saw her twirling her finger, so she turned the paper over. Can we adopt one (or two)? Rachel smiled at the Latina.
"Yes, I think it will be cool having a few kids running around here."
"We have two little ones here that no one has ever been able to control. Every time potential parents spend time with them, they run."
"The kids?" Rachel asked.
"No, the parents." The Lopez women laughed.
"Can we meet them?" The women nodded and gestured for the women to follow. She led them through a hallway to a mostly secluded room.
"They prefer spending time with each other rather than the other kids."
"Are they siblings?"
"No, but they tell new people that they are," the woman said as she opened the door. A tiny three-year-old boy was handing a wooden block to a little girl. "They even share a birthday. March 30."
Santana chuckled as she sat on the floor beside the "twins".
"What's funny?"
"That's the day before my birthday."
Jordan, the little boy, tilted his head and looked at Santana and glanced behind her at the two shorter women. He handed the Latina a wooden block. "Makin' a castle," Santana smiled when Angel, the girl, spoke to her.
Rachel moved closer to the trio and watched as her wife played with the children. The social worker stood by the door taking notes. When Rachel sat down on the floor, she furrowed her eyebrows.
The kids looked similar to the two women. Jordan was almost identical to Santana; from the wavy black hair to the subtle way he directed Angel's movements to the simple fact that he didn't speak. And Angel looked and acted just like Rachel; the long brown hair, the long Jewish nose, and the slight diva attitude.
"You two never donated your eggs did you?"
Santana looked confused, but Rachel was the one to respond, "What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just that Angel is just like Rachel and Jordan is almost exactly like Santana."
Rachel chuckled, "No, we haven't. But if these two would be up to it, I think Santana and I…"
"Just found our kids."
"Mommy!"
"Shh, mijo. Momma is resting," Jordan nodded as Santana picked him up and carried him to his and Angel's playroom.
"Momma okay?" Angel asked. Santana smiled at her little girl and nodded.
It had been almost two years since that day at the orphanage and Rachel was now seven months pregnant. She did more laughing than crying, but the twins were still not used to the mood swings their smaller mother was having. One minute she was smiling and the next she was screaming at Santana, who took it all in stride. She simply took the brunette to their room and began playing with their two older kids.
"Tana?" Rachel's voice floated down the hall into the playroom.
"Be back," Santana told her children as she exited the room and walked to the master bedroom. "Si, mi amor?"
"I'm sorry about screaming at you. I'm just really worried about having this baby," Rachel stated as she sat up and leaned against their handmade, wooden headboard. "How bad did I scare them?"
"Not as much as the first, but never interrupt SpongeBob like that again," Santana answered. The Latina pushed her wife away from the headboard and sat behind her, placing a very pregnant Rachel between her legs. Santana called to their children and listened to the sound of their bare feet as they made their way into their mothers' room.
The five-year-old climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front a crossed-legged Rachel. They smiled as they placed their hands next to Santana's on Rachel's stomach. They giggled as the baby kicked against the four hands.
"We are here for you," Santana said as she kissed her wife's shoulder. "Always. Eternity is not too much."
Rachel smiled and looked across the room at the ever growing scrapbook of Post-Its from her wife and, as of late, her children.