A/N: Ready for Lucas? I decided to take this chapter down, change it a little and put it up again, enjoy! Read the A/N at the end!
23rd of June, 11:09 A.M
Grace, Santana, Mr and Mrs. Lopez were having breakfast when Santana's phone buzzed. She ignored it. It buzzed three more times. And then it started to ring, "Sorry Mami, can I take this?" Santana asked. She nodded. The younger Latina walked out of the room and answered the call from Quinn. She was startled as a large groan came pounding through the phone.
Santana, thank God Quinn sighed.
Santana, get the f*ck to the hospital now Brittany screamed.
What-what's wrong Q? Santana began to panic.
Artie called me to pick him and B up, San, Brittany's gone into labour, you need to get down to the hospital now. Santana's hand began to shake and her eyes widened.
Please, Sanny, it hurts so much, I need you. Please. She heard Brittany's sobs through the phone and her heart broke.
I-I I'm on my way was all Santana could rasp out before hanging up the phone. She took slow, small steps back into the kitchen.
"Santana," her mother, Sonya, said, "what's wrong mija?"
"Brittany is having the baby," she looked up at her parents, first her father who was smiling. She looked down again and shed a tear, still twiddling the phone in her hands. Sonya wrapped her arms around Santana, "I'm gonna be a mom," she whispered into her mother's shoulder.
"Then you better get to the hospital," Sonya whispered back. She parted the hug and smiled at her daughter. The older Lopez ran the back of her hand down her daughter's cheek. Santana smiled back. Suddenly, she snapped into reality and realised that her girlfriend was in labour.
"I-I need to go," she stuttered.
"Now she realises that," Grace sniggered, rolling her eyes. Sonya glared at her youngest daughter, "right, we better go," she said quickly.
Santana ran for her life to get to her dad's care, Toni following not far behind. She texted Artie to say she was on her way.
"Isn't he a bit early?" Toni asked, placing his hands on ten and two of the wheel.
"Yeah, he isn't due for another three weeks,"Santana realised, "is he- will he be okay?" She asked.
"I don't know mija, I can't promise everything will be okay," he said, genuinely feeling sympathetic for his daughter. She opened her phone and stared at a picture of Brittany and her from a few months ago, for comfort. They had no idea the picture was being taken. Santana was holding Brittany by the hips whilst the snow fell. It was her favourite picture of them.
It wasn't long until they got to the hospital. The Latina ran down the hall to the reception. Thoughts ran through her mind at the same speed as her legs. In and out. Her head was filled to it's capacity.
"Brittany." Breathe. "Pierce." Deeper breath.
"Miss Pierce is in room five, just to your right ma'am," the older looking receptionist answered. Santana nodded quickly and jogged down the hall until she came across her room. Artie sat outside.
"Thanks Wheels," she opened the door slowly and was taken back by the roaring.
"Oh my God," Santana held her hand to her chest when she saw the state Brittany was in. Don't get her wrong, she loved seeing that part of Brittany, but not when she was giving birth.
"Thank God," Quinn sighed. She walked up to Santana, " the rest is all yours." She patted Santana's back and left the room.
"B, you okay?" Santana asked softly, not wanting to trigger any outbursts.
"No, it hurts Santana, so much!" She cried. Santana took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"I know Britt, I know baby," she stroked Brittany's hair.
"No, you don't know, it f*ckin' hurts so much," she screamed, just as Dr Blake returned into the room.
"Now, let's see how far along you are Miss Pierce," Dr Blake smiled. Santana quirked her eyebrow.
"Is she gonna look up - um - your - um -"
"What? You jealous?" Brittany answered.
"No, I just thought I was only one who could go up there," Santana huffed.
"Well, it looks like your here for the long run, you're only three centimetres dilated Miss Pierce," Dr Blake sighed and left the room. Santana looked down at her girlfriend and her heart broke at how much pain Brittany was in. She let her fingers intertwine with Brittany's.
"If you feel any pain, whatsoever, give my hand a squeeze," she kissed Brittany's forehead. The blonde nodded as Santana pulled a chair next to her girlfriend's bed.
"Tell me a story San," Brittany pleaded.
Santana and Brittany were fourteen, it was the summer of 2008. They had been best friends for seven-eight years maybe. Santana had had many a kisses, whereas Brittany hadn't even had her first kiss. She was a little embarrassed by the fact that she was going into high school without having her first kiss.
They were lying on the floor of Santana's bedroom, listening to music, "Santana," Brittany said quietly. She poked at the Latina's stomach and rolled on her side.
"Yeah," Santana rolled on her side too, so she made eye contact with Britt.
"You've kissed someone before, right?" Brittany asked, blushing from embarrassment. Santana nodded, "well, what's it like? You know, kissing someone?" Santana shrugged;
"It's okay, but I stuffed my first kiss up with some guy that I didn't even have a crush on. Britt, if you can, leave your first kiss to the person you love," that was the most thoughtful and sappy things she had said, at that point in her life. Brittany nodded and bit her lip.
She thought about what Santana had just said. 'Leave your first kiss to the person you love'. Person. Not boy. Person. Brittany stared at Santana who was scrolling through her iPod, looking for a song to play.
"San, one more thing," Brittany said softly. Santana sat up and looked at Brittany again.
"Yeah." The blonde leaned forward, closer to her best friend. She cupped Santana's face so she couldn't move. Santana's breath hitched as Brittany got closer. She closed her eyes as the blonde placed her lips on her's. They stayed like that for a while, attached to each other. For just a few seconds, Santana felt something she had never felt before, a spark.
"Look at us, we've come so far," Santana finished her story. Just as she was about to place another kiss on Brittany, her hand was squeezed like it had never been squeezed before.
"Mother-f*cker," Brittany cried, "it hurts so f*cking bad." She let Santana's hand go completely after a bad contraction. Santana shook her hand around, hoping it would shake the pain out. Brittany sniggered, "sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay. You're having a baby, it's suppose to hurt," Santana mumbled. She locked their fingers again and awaited the next contraction.
23rd of June, 6:57 P.M
The contractions became longer and more intense as the day went on. Dr Blake had said that Brittany was in, what they call, early labour.
"Santana, I just want some God damn Cheetos!" Brittany screamed, the tears streaming down her face like a waterfall.
"Brittany, I told you, if I could, I would totally go and get you some Cheetos. I checked and there aren't any Cheetos left baby," Santana stroked down Brittany's cheek.
"I WANT CHEETOS!" She screamed through a contraction, "I'm sorry, it just hurts so much. Why is he doing it to me? I'm a nice person. I'm innocent, I don't deserve this." She sobbed, "but I still want Cheetos."
"I'll get you Cheetos baby, I'll get you so many Cheetos," Santana stroked her girlfriend's cheek.
It took only ten minutes for the next contraction to come along, "Sanny," Brittany screamed, "motherf*cker," she squeezed Santana's wrist.
"Breathe, baby, breathe," Santana cooed. "Remember the Cheetos baby, so many Cheetos."
"I don't care about Cheetos, I just want him out aready!"
24th of June, 3:42 A.M
Dr Blake had been in and out, checking how far along Brittany was each time. She had been in labour for 14 hours. It was the most excruciating pain ever.
"Jesus Christ, please get the f*ck out!" Brittany screamed as another contraction hit her, "Why won't he get out?" Brittany sobbed, looking in Santana's direction.
"He will, he's just like you, he's tired baby, he'll be here soon," Santana reassured. Brittany smiled at Santana and kissed her. Just as they parted lips, another contraction came and Brittany's head jolted forward and collided with Santana's forehead.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Brittany breathed after powering through another contraction. Santana held her forehead and winced. Dr Blake returned just as Santana was about to answer. Brittany explained that her contractions had been coming quicker and more intense, and then about what happened to Santana.
"Brittany, it looks like Mr Lucas is about to make an appearance soon, Santana if you could follow me," Dr Blake showed her outside and gave her some scrubs to put on before going to the delivery room. Santana's heart was pounding and her head was spinning, but not in a bad way. More like, just before you go on a roller-coaster or you face your fear. She followed Brittany into the delivery room as she screamed in pain. Santana jogged to be by her side.
"You look funny in those Santana," was the last thing she said before she began to push Lucas out. She screamed at Santana telling her they'd never have sex again. And every time, Santana reminded her that she didn't get her pregnant. She cried for more Cheetos and accused Lucas for scratching his way out, just like every mother does as they give birth.
"SANTANA," Brittany cried, grabbing onto Santana's hand. The Latina got up into the bed and sat behind Brittany, resting her head on Brittany's shoulder. She stroked the back of her neck, trying to calm the blonde down. "Can you do it for me?" Brittany sobbed, lying back into Santana's arms.
"You know I would if I could."
"No you wouldn't, it hurts so f*cking much!" Brittany screamed again.
"Push Brittany, you need to push for me sweetie," Dr Blake said calmly.
"I am f*cking pushing, Santana, tell the mean lady I am pushing," she cried softly. Santana rubbed at her side and squeezed her hand lightly.
"C'mon Britt, you can do it, you can bring our baby boy into the world," Santana whispered.
"GET HIM OUT!" Brittany yelled, jolting herself from Santana's grip in pain. She laid back into Santana's arms, "f*cking sing Santana, sing."
"What do you want me to sing baby?" She pressed her chin onto her shoulder again. She mumbled something about her favourite song and it immediately triggered something in her mind.
You'd Think That People Would Have Had Enough Of Silly Love Songs.
But I Look Around Me And I See It Isn't So.
Some People Wanna Fill The World With Silly Love Songs.
And What's Wrong With That?
I'd Like To Know, 'Cause Here I Go Again
I Love You, I Love You,
I Love You, I Love You.
I Can't Explain The Feeling's Plain To Me; Say Can't You See?
Ah, She Gave Me More, She Gave It All To Me
Now Can't You See, What's Wrong With That
I Need To Know, 'Cause Here I Go Again
I Love You, I Love You.
Love Doesn't Come In A Minute,
Sometimes It Doesn't Come At All
I Only Know That When I'm In It
It Isn't Silly, No, It Isn't Silly, Love Isn't Silly At All.
How Can I Tell You About My Loved One?
How Can I Tell You About My Loved One?
How Can I Tell You About My Loved One?
(I Loveyou)
How Can I Tell You About My Loved One?
(I Loveyou)
"I love you Britt."
It had been 30 minutes and no sign of Lucas. Brittany had screamed and shouted at everyone in the room, including Lucas who was and I quote 'ripping my stomach and uterus and vagina apart and I never want to touch anyone ever again.'
"Keep pushing Miss Pierce, your baby boy is nearly here," Dr Blake said calmly. Everything started going in slow motion for Santana. The screaming, the pain. The last nine months had come down to these last couple of minutes, "his head is crowning. Just a few more pushes." Santana jumped back into action, taking Brittany's hand again. She let her girlfriend squeeze the sh*t out of her hand. "Well done Brittany, his head is out."
"I love you," she repeated into Brittany's ear, "as soon as he is born, I'll buy you all the Cheetos you want." Brittany gave another push, her teeth clenched and crying non stop. The Latina brushed the pain of her hand away and rubbed Britt's side with her other hand whilst whispering encouraging wors into Brittany's ear. She let out an ear piercing scream, clutching Santana's hand for dear life. But when she heard that first wail of her son, she relaxed. She shut her eyes and breathed, heavier than she's ever breathed before. Santana slowly moved out from under her. "He has your eyes B." She breathed out. Brittany opened her eyes in time to see Santana cut the umbilical cord, "he's perfect Britt." The blonde took deep breaths, worn out from the birth. She didn't care that her son was screaming, she felt relaxed by the sound.
"Congratulations ladies, we'll give you some time alone, I'll be back to check Mr. Lucas soon," Dr Blake smiled at the two girls before leaving the room with the other nurses. Santana walked over to Brittany, tears dripping onto Lucas' face.
"His eyes are like the sky Britt, it's like looking into the sky," she said softly. Santana handed him over to the blonde. He was so light.
"Hey," Brittany breathed out. In her eyes, he was perfect. He had loose curls of brown hair, blue eyes and the same cheeky mouth as Artie which she knew would grow into a cheeky grin. He looked up at her blankly. She slipped her finger into the blanket and took his little fist. She stroked his hand, it was so small. "He's so small."
"But he's so perfect," Santana kissed the back of Brittany's neck. He looked over to Santana and stared at her. "Hey mijo. Sky."
"What?" Brittany asked quietly, turning her head to look at Santana.
"Sky. His eyes look like the sky. Hey Sky," the Latina stroked his chubby little cheek before taking his other chubby fist. She glanced at Brittany who was still staring at Lucas, she was crying.
"He is the best unexpected thing that has ever happened to us," Brittany said, smiling through her tears.
"Yeah, he's an unexpected event, but I love him."
Lucas Quinten Pierce-Lopez
24-6-11
5 lbs 8 oz
Parents: Santana Lopez & Brittany Pierce
A/M: I'm so sorry, that was o bad. But it was my first attempt at a labour scene so I hope it was good enough.
LUCAS IS BORN! And I just decided that his nickname would be Sky.
This won't be the end. There will be maybe 2 more chapters before the end. And the there will be a sequel which I'll get into a little bit more later on!
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oh and Silly Love Songs is my favourite song :)