26th of May (30 weeks along) (Sorry about all the time skips)
It had been a few weeks since Santana and Kaylee's run in. Santana still hadn't popped the question, but that didn't mean she had stopped thinking about it. She did, day in, day out. She thought, 'Maybe Kaylee is right, maybe I'm not ready. I mean, I've been putting it of for weeks.' She had been awake since she got back from the midnight run for Brittany. She had been having weird cravings for fried pickles on toast ever since she hit the third trimester.
Brittany stirred in the bed, "Britt, you okay?" The blonde turned over and threw her arm over Santana.
"I love you," she murmured in her sleep. Santana turned over to face Brittany and wiped away the little bit of drool on the corner of her lip. She smiled at how cute Brittany was when she was sleeping. She snored softly and every so often she would twitch her nose. Santana trailed her index finger down Brittany's cheek and then down to her growing baby bump that was hanging out of her tank top. She didn't care that there were stretch marks covering the bottom of her bump. In Santana's eyes, she was beautiful.
Kicks were felt against Santana's palm, "hey mijo, you're a night owl aren't you. Wait, I've got a little jokes for you," she whisper-laughed, wriggling down closer to Brittany's stomach, "knock, knock?"
"Who's there?" Brittany replied softly.
"Did I wake you babe?" Santana asked, looking up.
"No, Lucas did," she laughed quietly, "keep going."
"Who?"
"Who who?" Brittany scrunched her eyebrows together.
"That's what an owl says," Santana replied, a large smile painted on her face. She pretended to clash a drum kit, "bu-dum ch!"
Santana squirmed back up to be inches away from Brittany's face, "you're such a dork," Britt said. She tilted her head forward and moulded their lips together. "I love you Sanny."
"You haven't called me Sanny since - like - forever," Santana commented. She loved it when Brittany called her Sanny, it was her favourite nickname.
"I know, but it's a cute little nickname," Brittany poked Santana's nose and wrapped her arm around the Latina's shoulder. Santana used Brittany's breast as a pillow.
"I really like that these twins are getting bigger as you get more pregnant," Santana sat up and stared between Brittany's boobs.
"I know you like them, you're always staring at them," the blonde sat up and pressed her lips hard against Santana's, "do you want a closer look?" She whispered seductively.
"I thought you'd never ask."
"San, get up. Today is a very very important day," Brittany shook Santana thoroughly. Santana shot up and placed her hands on her girlfriend's stomach.
"What, what? Is something wrong? What happened babe?" Santana panicked. Brittany smiled and cupped Santana's face. She moved a strand of hair behind Santana's ear.
"Absolutely nothing. But you need to get up, it's kind of important," Britt explained. She tilted Santana's chin up and kissed her girlfriend. Santana jumped up and out of bed to hop in the shower. Brittany walked past her quickly, giving her a light smack on the butt.
"I like pregnant Brittany, she's super horny," Santana said before opening the bathroom door, "join me?"
"Yeah," Brittany wiggled her eyebrows, "lemme get some clothes."
"Your waddle is super sexy!" Santana yelled. Jamie Pierce walked past her and scrunched his eyebrows together, "sorry Mr Pierce. Uh, nice jersey." She pointed at his Irish rugby t-shirt. Then Jane stood next to him with the same looking t-shirt. "Is there like a match today or something?"
"Yeah, it's the rugby world cup final, Ireland Vs. New Zealand," Brittany re-appeared in the door frame of her room, "get a jersey on and get your ass downstairs," she walked up to Santana and gave her an Irish rugby t-shirt.
"Your Irish?" Santana asked once the bathroom door was locked.
"Where did you think I got the freckles from?" Brittany scoffed, taking her tank top over her head and tossing it to the ground.
"I thought your were fully Danish."
"Nah, my Mom is - like - three quarters Danish, the rest Irish and my Dad is fully Irish," Britt explained, turning the shower on, "c'mon, I need some shower sex."
The match was half way through and the two teams were drawn. It was a little awkward for Santana since Kaylee had shown up. But she pulled a happy look for Brittany. She was surprised that Brittany had gotten so pumped up for a very violent game. During half time, Brittany took as many selfies with Santana as possible. She had given Santana her old Irish rugby t-shirt which had the sleeves slit off like a loose tank top (almost like a basketball jersey) with some white, skinny jeans and Britt was wearing a long sleeved jersey with some black, skinny, maternity jeans.
"Shut up!" Brittany yelled as the match restarted. Santana slumped into the sofa and completely zoned out of the match. She just didn't understand how someone could just sit and watch a bunch of big ass men jumping on each other.
"Wait, they're grabbing each other's crotches, dude, so gay," Santana sniggered. The players were in a scrum and grabbing onto each other, she was just trying to make some entertainment for herself. Brittany looked over at her and glared, "what? I mean, this game, in many ways, is very gay. A bunch of men are jumping each other and they're grabbing each others crotches." Santana shrugged. Brittany sighed and looked back at the screen. Every so often she'd scream 'motherf*cker' or 'b*tch' or sometimes 'suck my ass'.
Just as quickly as Santana zoned out again, she was whacked back into reality. Literally. As Ireland scored another few points, Brittany threw her arms back and punched Santana in the nose. 'God damn Sue Sylvester for teaching them to be aggressive when cheering' she thought.
"Oh my God San, are you okay?" Brittany turned around to nurse the Latina. "I am so sorry. Here, tilt your chin up and pinch right here." Brittany placed Santana's hand where she was suppose to pinch and tilted her chin up. Santana's nose was bleeding like no tomorrow. "Here, I'll get you a towel."
"Babe, sit down, I'll get one." Santana offered. She made her way to the kitchen with her head still tilted back and didn't run into anything. She struggled to find a towel without looking down.
"Here," Kaylee's voice frightened the life out of Santana. She gave over a paper towel to the Latina.
"Thanks," Santana replied softly. There was an awkward tension between the two.
"Can I check if there are any broken bones?" Kaylee asked, referring to Santana's nose. The Latina nodded slowly and Kaylee inspected Santana's nose. "It isn't swollen or bruised, you should be fine."
"Thanks," Santana repeated. She went to leave but Kaylee pulled her back.
The older girl ran her fingers through her mousy brown hair, "I'm sorry, I was stressed out about the divorce and I took it out on you. I still don't agree with you pro-"
"I'm not going to propose to B, it was a spur of the moment decision," Santana tried to leave again but was held back by Kaylee again, "dude, can you just let me go, you got what you wanted, I'm not proposing to Brittany." She threw her arms down in annoyance.
"I know, I just wanted to tell you that I got custody of Ollie, Brittany gave a statement," Kaylee smiled.
"Yeah, I heard. Congratulations," Santana smiled back and left the room to return to Brittany. "Hey," the Latina sat down next to Brittany and wrapped her arm around the back of Brittany's waist.
9th of June (32 weeks along)
"No, that's not the shade of orange that I wanted," Brittany cried into Santana's shoulder. Jamie had just finished painting Lucas' room, "it was suppose to be lighter than that." She sobbed. Santana had taken every inch of strength and energy to not laugh.
"I know, B, I know," Santana rubbed her girlfriends lower back, biting her lip to hold in the laughter. She looked at Jamie who was doing the exact same.
"And it doesn't go with the room at all," she choked.
"Britt, it's exactly the same as the colour in the picture, it's just how you wanted," Santana explained, stroking away the tear on Brittany's cheek.
"No, it's the colour of a clementine, it needs to be the colour of an orange."
Santana couldn't hold in the snigger, "Britt, they're exactly the same colour."
"No they're not!" Brittany screamed.
"Okay, violent B," she muttered to herself, "it's okay, we'll get it changed." Santana would do anything for Brittany, even if it meant changing the whole room from one shade of orange to a lighter shade of orange. If that's what Brittany wanted, that's what Brittany got.
23rd of June (34 weeks along)
It was a week until Junior Prom and Brittany had something huge planned for Santana. Santana was spending the week with her parents, all part of the plan, and Brittany was painting one of Lucas' walls with chalk paint, just in case he had gotten Santana's art skills. You never know, he could be a baby Picasso.
In big letters she had written, WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? Now she was just waiting for Santana to get home, which wouldn't be until the next day. She paced up and down the room, her hands cupping the bottom of her stomach. Her fingers traced over the stretch marks.
When she first found out about the pregnancy the first thing she worried about, aside from Santana, was how her body would change. But, frankly, she hadn't thought about it since. She was so happy that she could bring her and Santana's son into the world that it just went straight over her head. She knew that he had a safe home and that made Britt happy.
The blonde took a seat on the rocking chair in Lucas' room, "you know, I love you. And so does your Mami. And I know that you've heard a lot of stuff from douche-bags at school, about you, me and Santana, but those things aren't true. Don't listen to them," she drew circles along the top of her bump, "I love you, and I can't wait for you to get here. And I hope you have blue eyes, Mami loves blue eyes," she sniggered.
Brittany heard the doorbell and jogged downstairs. It couldn't be Santana because she had a key, "who is it?" Brittany grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen, you know, just in case. She opened the door slowly, frying pan at the ready. "Artie?"
"Hey, what's up with the frying pan?" He asked, scrunching up his eyebrows.
"Oh, I'm home alone and I just wanted to defend myself," Brittany shrugged, "um, what're you doing here?" She leaned against the door frame.
"I just wanted to hang out, we're still friends right?"
"Oh, Artie, I don't know how Santana would feel about us hanging out," the blonde began to close the door.
"Brittany, she asked me to come over to check how you were, she knew you'd be home alone today. I was thinking we could hang out, watch a movie," he smiled. Brittany couldn't tell him to go away, not with that cute ass smile.
"Come in," she replied. She helped him into the house and wheeled him next to the sofa. There were toys everywhere from Ollie playing around the day before. She crouched down to pick them up, "sorry my nephew was over yesterday, he left some of his toys for Lucas..." she said quietly.
"If I could, I'd help you clean up," Artie laughed, "that's a nice name you picked out by the way."
"Yeah, Lucas Quinten Pierce," she looked up and him and smiled, "can I get you some popcorn? Sweet, salted or butter?"
"Um, nah, I don't need popcorn," he replied. Brittany spun around on her heel and nodded at him.
"You know, if I could, I would help you with this whole situation in a much better way than I'm doing now," he said, "I hope you know that I'm really sorry."
"I know, but I don't want to talk about this. Santana and I are perfectly fine without your help," Brittany replied coldly, "sorry, I just have to go to the toilet."
After a few minutes, Brittany still hadn't returned.
"Okay, girls take long on the toilet, but not this long," he mumbled to himself, "Brittany!" He shouted.
"ARTIE, F*CKIN' CALL SANTANA!" She screamed. The blonde walked out of the bathroom and sat on the top of the stairs, "please, call her."
"What happened?" He wheeled to the bottom of the stairs.
"My water f*ckin' broke, for f*ck sakes just call her, it hurt's so f*ckin' much." Artie looked at her with widened eyes as she doubled over her bump in pain. She winced and cried and her gulped. "ARTIE, CALL HER!"
A/N: First of all I apologise for not warning you about the time skips last chapter! I was meant to. Second of all, I was off today and wanted to post a chapter, even though I didn't get as many reviews on the last chapter as I had hoped. Third, I hope the water breaking wasn't too soon, I had the whole premature birth planned out since the beginning! And lastly, sorry if this chapter was a little all over the place and choppy! And yes, Brittany is Irish. The rugby match thing was inspired by the one I watched yesterday, I had that scenario playing in my head XD
What was your favourite part? Santana watching the rugby match.
And an early birth for Lucas, how do you think he'll be when he's born?
And I need a cute Spanish nickname for him still!
Hope you enjoyed!
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