2 weeks later (5th of January)
"Yeah, just put it right... there." Brittany guided her Mom and Santana around the new baby room, telling them where to put the crib. Ever since the ultrasound, she had been decorating the baby room. Being pregnant had really started to take its toll. The sickness, the 'tinkle fairy' as Brittany called it, the insecurities regarding her weight and of course the hormones had all started to kick in.
Both Santana and Brittany were both relived that she had made it to twelve weeks; now there was less of a chance that she would miscarry. But Santana also had Brittany under strict 'no carrying heavy stuff' rules. And the words 'here, lemme do that for you sweetie' had really started to kick in. And Santana had really gone all out and spoiled both Britt and the baby on Christmas.
"Perfect!" Brittany squealed. "And you can put that rug right there." Point. "And the changing table there." Point. She took a seat on the arm chair and sighed.
"Do you want some hot chocolate?" Santana asked, crouching in front of Brittany. She nodded, leaning forward and pressing her lips on Britt's forehead. "Okay." She smirked and ran downstairs.
"You okay honey?" Mrs Pierce asked, brushing a strand of Brittany's hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, just a little tired." She replied softly. "D'you mind if I go lay down?" She asked, standing up.
"Yeah, go ahead." Jane said, opening the door for her. Brittany walked into her bedroom and instantly hopped onto her bed. She curled up into a ball and laid her hand on her, now visible, bump and smiled. She thought back to the ten week ultrasound and begun to tear up.
"Well, girls. It looks like you're going to have a baby boy." Of course Santana was right.
"A-a boy?" Santana stammered, her eyes filling up with tears.
"Mhm." Dr. Blake nodded. She gave the both of them a few moments to look at the screen before printing of a picture and cleaning Brittany up."I'm going to fill out some papers, I'll give you two some alone time." Almost instantly after Dr. Blake left, Santana jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, her tears dripping down Brittany's back.
"We're having a boy, B." She smiled in between chokes. Brittany lightly smiled back and placed a kiss on Santana's lips. "You don't seem happy."
"I-I am." Brittany said quietly. "Seriously, I'm really happy." She reassured San, placing her hands on Santana's waist. Santana frowned, realising that Brittany looked sad. Like a sad little panda.
"No, your not." Santana jumped up onto the bed with her. "You really did want a little girl, huh?" Brittany shrugged.
"I never actually thought about it. But now we have to do all these things. Like paint the room. Decorate it. Buy boys clothes." She replied solemnly.
"That's not the real reason Brit, I know that your looking forward to all of that. What's wrong Britt?"
"Nothing San, I just feel a little sick." Dr. Blake re-entered the room. "Can we go now?"
"Hey Britt-Britt." Santana pushed open the door with the hot chocolate in her hand. Brittany caught a whiff of the rich chocolate and instantly barfed all over herself, not having enough time to make it to the bathroom. "Oh, Brittany." Santana winced in disgust. She grabbed Brittany bridal style and brought her to the bathroom. "Mrs P!" She yelled. In an instant, Jane appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, I'll get some new bed sheets." She said, walking away quickly. Santana nodded and followed Brittany's footsteps into the bathroom.
"Hey, you okay?" Santana sat down next to Brittany on the floor. Brittany began to well up.
"No, I'm not okay." She shook her head in Santana's chest. The Latina stroked the blonde hair and kissed the crown of Brittany's head.
"What's wrong Brittany?" She asked, lifting Britt's chin up to make eye contact.
"I'm so scared." She replied shakily. "I'm scared of what everyone is saying behind my back. You know what they said about Quinn. And I'm scared because neither of us are guys."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "Explain."
"Well, we're having a boy. I have a sister and you have a sister. Neither of us know what its like to grow up with a boy. He isn't going to have anyone to talk to when he grows up. He isn't going to have a father figure. No one is going to be able to teach him how to stand up when peeing. We can do that." Brittany cried into Santana's chest. "I-I don't know how to raise a child, let alone a boy."
"You aren't raising him. We are raising him." Santana smiled. "And no parents know how to raise a kid. Hell, I don't know how we're going to raise a boy either. I'm scared too. But we're going to figure it out. C'mere." Santana gave Brittany the toothbrush and toothpaste she had gotten ready whilst talking. "So I don't get gag whilst we're making out." She laughed.
"Girls, dinner!" Mr Pierce called. Santana took Brittany's hand as they walked downstairs. They both took a step back as they saw who else was in the room. Apparently they were having a full family dinner.
The Lopezes and the Pierces. All in one room. What could go wrong?
"Mom, Dad? What are you doing here?" Santana asked, dropping Brittany's hand.
"Since we're going to be a family soon, the Pierces invited us over." Her Mom explained, gesturing that they both take a seat.
"Okay." Santana trailed the 'o'. They both sat down next to each other.
"So, Brittany. Have you been taking care of yourself?" Mrs Lopez asked.
"Yeah, Santana has been taking care of me too." Brittany said, picking at her food.
"Good, as long as our Santanita has been taking good care of you." She smiled. "And your twelve weeks along, right?" Brittany nodded slowly.
"Okay, why are you actually here?" Santana asked, slamming down her fork.
"Santana, we are here because we wanted to discuss this situation." Her Father referred to Brittany. "Your mother and I talked it over and really discussed the situation. Santana, you are too young for this kind of commitment."
"Toni, this isn't what we talked about." Sonya snapped.
"I lied when I said I was okay with this situation. I didn't think it over. I don't want you doing this Santanita." He sighed. "I don't want you throwing away your life. Your smarter than this Santana. And frankly, I don't want you raising a bastard child unless-"
"TONI!" Sonya yelled. "I am so sorry, let me talk to him outside." She took his arm in order to bring him outside, but he wouldn't budge.
"No. I won't let her throw her life away, Sonya. She can either marry the girl, or leave our house." He shouted, taking out a small velvet box and tossing it in front of Santana. Brittany looked at Santana who was in tears, then at her parents who's jaw were dropped.
"I am so sorry for this." Sonya apologised. "Toni, outside, now." She ordered. Santana looked at the box, considering it for a second, but cringed and shook her head at the thought.
"I'm going with them." She said quietly, standing up and following her parents.
"Ah, good choice mija." Toni grinned.
"Don't for a second think that I am coming home with you." She yelled, pointing at her father. "Not after what you said in there. You ruined a family dinner, you humiliated me and Brittany. You called my son a bastard." She said a little quieter. She didn't hear Brittany creep up behind her. "And you expect me to return home. No. I'd rather live on the street than live with you." She hissed. "And I will never forgive you. Don't come back. Ever. I never want to see you again." She glared at her father. He walked away and got into the car.
"Mija." Sonya approached her in open arms. "I'm so sorry about him." She pulled her daughter in for a hug.
"It's fine." Santana sniffed, nuzzling her face into Sonya's shoulder and crying. "I love you Mami, and I'd love if you were apart of-"
"Of course mija, I'd love to. I wouldn't want to miss out on my first Grandson's childhood." She reassured her daughter.
"Thank you." Santana replied. They both pulled away and Santana watched as her Mother walked down the street, ignoring her husband awaiting car. She spun around and was startled to see Brittany standing behind her.
"I'm proud of you." Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck. "I love you Santana."
"I love you too Britt." She replied, still crying a little. "You won't be seeing any more of him Britt, or you." She tickled at Brittany's tiny baby bump, now smiling like a dork. "I am so sorry about him." She apologised to Brittany's parents.
"What we were going to ask, Santana and Brittany, is whether or not you would prefer to move in to Brittany's room? I mean, you are the other mother?" Jamie asked, smiling.
"Britt?" Santana turned on her heel to face her girlfriend. Brittany nodded in response. "Yes, I would love to. I mean, I don't have a place to stay anyway. And I couldn't ask for a better home. Thank you." She walked over to Brittany's parents and gave them a signature Lopez group hug. Brittany then walked over to the the velvet box and picked it it up.
"What do you want to do with this?" The blonde asked, twiddling in between her thumb and index finger.
"No. I'm sorry. But I'm not proposing Britt. Not after that." She shook her head and Brittany put the box down. "I'm not proposing that you marry me." She took Brittany's hands. "I am making a promise." Santana took out a different box from her pocket and got down on one knee. "Will you wear this, as a token of commitment. Because I-I am committed to you and o-our son. One day, I will marry you. I want you to wear this as a promise ring. Because I-I-I promise to be fully committed, to make you and our son happy, to keep you guys safe, and to marry you one day." Her hands begun to shake.
"Mhm, yeah. I promise. I do." Brittany nodded her head quickly. She brought Santana up from her knees and sent her lips crashing into the Latina's.
"Then I guess this is yours. Put it on your right hand, so people don't actually think we're engaged." Santana laughed, sliding the ring onto Brittany's finger. She pulled her into another kiss before being interrupted by a fit of clapping from Brittany's parents. "I'm sorry Mr P, I didn't get your blessing." Santana laughed through a tear.
"You don't ever need to ask me permission Santana. You could've gotten married today and I would've been fine with it." He chuckled, bringing all of his girls into a group hug. "You're family now Santana."
"You were really cute and awesome and sexy all at the same time today." Brittany said as soon as they were changed into some pyjamas.
"I do try my best." Santana snickered. She sat crossed legged across from Brittany and cupped her face, pressing a long, lingering kiss on her lips.
"I'm really sorry about what happened today." Brittany crossed her legs and squeezed Santana's hands.
"Don't worry B. I kind of knew that something wasn't right with my Dad anyway. Can I tell you a secret?" She whispered, twiddling with her thumbs. Brittany nodded. "I was going to propose today. Like for real. I mean, we've known each other since elementary school and we've been making out since we were fourteen." She snorted. "But after that, I just chickened out last minute and I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Santana, I want to marry you one day. But I think you made the right call. I'm not sure if I would've even said 'yes' if you asked today." Brittany admitted. "This way, I have something to look forward to. And at least now, I have a chance at proposing." She giggled, pressing her lips against Santana's lightly.
"Love you."
"I love you too. And we are going to make awesome Moms. And awesome future wifeys." She laughed, diving into Santana's arms and peppering kisses up and down her neck.
"Santana!" Jamie yelled. "We allowed you to stay at our home, as long as you respect the 'no sweet lady sex' rule we have." He peeked his head around the doorway and smiled, flashing two thumbs up.
"Sorry Mr P." Santana pouted.
"If I've told you once, I've told you time and time again, call me Jamie." He walked past the doorway, followed by a hysterically laughing Jane.
"I think I could get use to living under this roof." Santana doubled over laughing at Brittany's goofy family. "Even living with Lord Tubbington, I could get use to that. And I can't wait for this little guy to be born so we can share it with him."
"If I haven't told you before, then I'll tell you now. You are the biggest dork I've ever met."
"San." Brittany tried to shake her girlfriend awake. "Santana."
"What?" Santana gasped, the sweat pouring down her face. "Is the baby coming."
"No, San, you were having a nightmare." Brittany wiped some of the sweat from her forehead. "Let me get you a clean t-shirt." She got up and grabbed a shirt for Santana to change into.
"What were you dreaming about?" Brittany asked.
"I was dreaming about my parents. Well, having a nightmare." She shrugged. "I don't really want to talk about it B."
"Okay. Do you want some water or anything?" Britt asked before letting her lie back down.
"No, just hold me. Please."
"Sure." Brittany curled around the smaller girl and placed a few kisses on her jawline.
When she saw the Latina girl sobbing in her arms, Brittany began to sing.
For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right
To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.
"I love you Santana Lopez." Brittany whispered into the now sleeping girl's ear.
A/N; I hope you enjoyed that, I enjoyed writing that for some reason. I had no idea what I was going to write for this chapter, except for the beginning but then it all flowed right out of me. And I'm a little tired, so I'm sorry if the quality isn't up to scratch (:
And yes, ITS A BOY! I already have the name picked out, so don't worry about that. And yes, I did skip a couple of weeks (;
Hope you enjoyed and PLEASE REVIEW, I feel like I've lost some of you. I loved your support on the earlier chapters, please carry it on! And, leave storylines, I need them!