Sorry, I had to take this chapter down, it was being all weird on my phone. Sorry. But here it is again.

Brittany had fallen asleep after an hour of staring at Lucas. She fed him, Santana burped and changed his diaper a few minutes later and he fell asleep. The Dr. Blake came by to help her with the feeding and to check how Lucas was. They said that his bones were just a little fragile and just to nurture him and he would develop just as quick as other babies. They put him in for a hearing test and said that he was a little hard of hearing in his left ear. As he grew he may need a hearing aid, but it shouldn't worsen. Brittany and Lucas had been sleeping for the past hour.

"Hey Lukey," Santana peered over his cot and smiled down at her sleeping little boy. She spoke quietly, trying not to wake him, "I know you're asleep but I want to tell you that I love you. I know you've probably heard me time and time again, but I do love you. And I will protect you no matter what Sky. There are a bunch of crazy people waiting outside to meet you. Rachel, be careful of her she might steal you. Quinn, she'll love you so much. Finn, he'll be awkward, but he loves you too buddy. Grace, she's my little sister and your Tia, once again, she may try to steal you. And you're Grammy and Pappy J, he insisted to be called that. Then there are my parents, your Abuelo and Abuela. Everyone out there loves you mijo, you've got such a big family," he squirmed around a little, "and you'll meet your cousin, Ollie, and your other aunt Kaylee later. And lastly, Artie. He's been so good to you mijo, in ways you won't understand until later," she stroked his chubby fist, "but I know Momma will be your favourite. She will love you no matter what. Your her little man-"

"And yours," Santana jumped at the sound of Brittany, "you're going to be an awesome Mom, San." Santana smiled at her girlfriend before looking down at her little man again. He started to stir a little before fluttering his eyes open.

"Sorry mijo, didn't mean to wake you," Santana tickled his cheek. She saw that he was about to burst into tears. "Come here mijo," she picked him up and cradled him in her arms as he began to cry. She tickled his cheek a little until he calmed down, "you were just a little ticked off that you were woken up, your just like your Momma," she laughed.

"Have you brought anyone to see him yet?" Brittany asked with a croaky voice, obviously still tired. She rested her head on her propped up hand.

"No, I didn't want to bring them in while you were asleep," Santana put Lucas back into his crib, never taking her eyes off him, "do you want me to bring Quinn and Finn in?" Brittany nodded. Santana took one more glance and the two loves of her life before leaving the room and walking to the waiting area. Quinn was the first one to notice her presence.

"Hey," Quinn said. She shook Rachel who was asleep on her lap. Santana's smile grew wide. She had noticed how happy Quinn had been since her and Rachel became girlfriends. Yeah, she had to get a job and skip between houses, but she had found love, "is he - did she - can we-" the blonde stuttered.

"Yeah, he's so perfect," Santana said softly, "Finn," she said a little louder to grab his attention, "c'mon." She showed the two to Brittany's room where she was curled around a pillow, looking in through Lucas' clear cot. She could see every breath he took and every inch he moved. Her attention was diverted when she saw there was extra presence in the room. She smiled when she saw that Santana had brought in Lucas' Godparents and sat up.

"Hey," she rasped out; her throat was sore from screaming and yelling so much.

"This is Lucas," Santana tickled at his covered feet. Finn stared at the baby boy with wide eyes, not knowing what to do, "Finn, would you like to hold him?" Santana asked. His eyes widened and he nodded silently. Santana picked him up slowly, being careful not to hurt him. She past him over to Finn slowly, "support his back," Santana moved Finn's hand to Lucas' back. "There," she smiled.

"He's cute," Finn smiled, "he looks just like you Britt," he glanced up for a second, "look, he's got Artie's lips, he's gonna have a little cheeky smile," he said lowly.

Santana looked over to her girlfriend who had fallen asleep again. She looked so peaceful, but her head was hanging off a pillow. The Latina shook her head, smiling, and lifted Brittany's head into a more comfortable and less life threatening position.

After a few minutes, he was passed over to Quinn. She was smiling so much that her jaw was aching. Santana could see the tears in her eyes.

"Hey little guy," Quinn said softly, "I can't believe that it was almost a year who your Momma was freaking out about you," she smirked, "but she always loved you," she added. She used the back of her index finger to brush his nose. "Is he okay? He's a few weeks early."

"A little hearing defect in his left ear and fragile bones, to which the cure is love and nurture," Santana replied. Quinn and Finn nodded along. "Thanks guys for being his Godparents."

"Yeah, I'd do anything for this kid," Finn said with a cheery smile.

Two days later... (26th of June, 4 P.M)

"Well, it looks like you are just about ready to take Mr Lucas home," Dr Blake confirmed. Brittany sat crossed legged in the hospital bed, playing with Lucas' fingers. Santana looked up at the doctor and smiled at her, "you can leave when you sign those discharge papers."

"Thank you," Santana said. She turned on her heels to face Brittany, "I can't believe he's here." She walked over to Brittany's bed and stroked up and down her arm, "it seems like only yesterday that I was freaking out about you even existing, Sky," she diverted her attention to Lucas' cheeks and brushed her thumb against one. Brittany looked up at her girlfriend and smiled.

"You're an awesome mom," Brittany leaned up and whispered in Santana's ear. She cupped Santana's face with her free hand and pressed a long kiss on her lips, "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," the Latina replied, "let's bring him home and we can make sweet lady babies," Santana kissed Brittany on the cheek just as Lucas began to wake up and wail, "maybe no more babies." Santana chuckled, "I think that's all you babe." Brittany rolled her eyes and began to unbutton her t-shirt, "you're a lucky man Sky," Santana sniggered.

The last day of her life had been one of the best days of her life. Sure, she got no sleep in the old, creaky hospital bed and she was kept up by Lucas crying every few hours to be fed or changed. But she was happy and content. She had her girlfriend, whom she loved with every inch of her body, she had a loving family, her mother, father, Britt's parents, her sister, her friends, and she had her son. Yeah, she was young, still a teenager, but everyone has their own little stories, and this one was hers.

"How does it feel?" Santana asked, packing away Lucas' onesie's and hats.

"How does what feel?" Brittany asked, moving her hair that was hanging down on Lucas' face.

"When you do that?" She pointed awkwardly at Brittany feeding Lucas.

"What? Sticking my boob in his face and hope that he eats?" Brittany asked, looking up at Santana. The Latina nodded slowly, "it's kind of cool. It makes me feel all tingly inside and happy because I know that I'm feeding him and keeping him healthy and I feel close to him. Just like you guys will have your Santana-Sky time, we have our Britty-Lukey time," Brittany started to tear up, happy tears of course. She blinked back the tears.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just can't wait until my hormone levels go down," the blonde laughed. Lucas detached from her and she tickled his stomach, "you all better now Lukey?" She tickled his tummy more. Santana took him from Brittany's lap as she buttoned up her pink polo shirt again. The Latina sat down and swung a towel over her shoulder to burp Lucas, "let's go home."

6:39 P.M

"And this is your room Lucas," Santana said. She looked up and raised her eyebrows when she saw that someone had painted chalkboard paint and Brittany had written on it, "Britt, did you do this?"

"Well, my Dad painted it and I did the rest," she sighed, "wait," she ran out of the room and grabbed a box from her bedside table. Santana put down the car-seat, where Lucas was, when Brittany return, "will you, Santana Lopez, go to prom with me?" She opened the box. Inside was a rose-gold necklace with a heart charm. Engraved on it was 'Lucas' and his date of birth on the back. Next to it was a smaller duck charm, that represented Brittany.

"Yeah, I'd love to go to prom," Santana breathed. Brittany took the necklace out of the velvet box and put the necklace around her neck, "it's beautiful B." Santana turned back around and wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and squeezed her, "I have to get use to you having a flat ass stomach again," she sniggered.

"You put him to sleep and we can have some fun, what do you say?" Brittany wiggled her eyebrows.

"I will meet you in bed," Santana replied. She patted Brittany's ass as she ran of, "time for some sleep mijo," the Latina lifted him out of the car seat and cradled him. She began to rock him slowly, "go to sleep Sky. Then we can talk all you want baby boy," his eyes began to shut, "I love you," and he fell asleep. Santana put him and his teddy (the one that Finn bought him) and jogged of to Brittany's room, "let's sex this room up."

7:46 P.M

"We get better at sex every single damn time," Santana said, cuddling up to Brittany's bare chest, "I love you B."

"I love you too," Brittany replied, "you know, I've been thinking a lot about our future. And I can't wait until we move to New York, or Cali. We can both go to University and I'm sure we'll have friends to look after Lucas every so often. We can go to Julliard, NYU or UCLA, wherever. We'll get married, have our own dream house, jobs. I want to have more kids when Lucas is - like - seven. We can have another little boy and a mini Santana. I really want to see you pregnant with our children. We'll grow old together, watch our kids grow up, cry about them growing up too fast. And I can't wait." Santana nodded against her chest.

"That's exactly what I want babe," she sat up to be level with Brittany, "and I want to go to New York. To an art school. I want to teach art at high school level, that's my dream."

"I thought singing and acting were your dreams," Brittany scrunched her eyebrows together.

"Well, just before you got pregnant I heard a rumour that lefties were good at art. So I decided to try it out. I took art classes after school. Turns out, I'm pretty good at it. I can tell a story through drawing and painting. I feel a passion when I draw, more so than when I sing or act or dance," Santana explained.

"Then I guess we better find you an art school Miss Lopez. C'mere," Brittany smiled into a kiss, "you can be my Picasso any day," she whispered seductively.

"What do you want to do? After college?"

"I want to teach dance. I am pretty amazing at it and I want to spread the love," the blonde giggled.

"Well, you can dance with me whenever you want."

"We are getting good at the sexual puns," Brittany commented. Just as she was about to lean in for a kiss, she heard Lucas crying through the baby monitor. She leaned her forehead against Santana's and took a deep breath, "I will be back to carry this on."

"No, don't leave me," Santana said dramatically as Brittany slipped some sweatpants and a t-shirt on. Lucas continued to scream when Brittany arrived.

"What's up little man?" Brittany cooed, leaning over the crib, "c'mere," she picked him up and rocked him, "you don't stink, so you must be hungry." She picked up a bottle from the mini-fridge they were keeping in his room and sat down in the rocker. She crossed her legs and cradled him with one arm. At first he refused the bottle, "c'mon Luke, Momma's tired, it's the same at the boob except your the only person whose going to touch this. It's your own personal boob," she explained. After a couple minutes, he took the bottle, "there you go. See? It's not that bad." She flinched a little bit when the doorbell went off. She heard Santana yell 'coming' and heard her thudding down the stairs. Brittany turned on the monitor to hear who it was.

'Papi, Grace, come on in.'

'Where is he? I see him now,' Grace squealed.

'B is upstairs with him, knock Grace.'

'I've seen her boob before, I really don't care.'

'Grace?' Santana shrieked.

'I don't knock that often and I've walked in on a few quickies,' she said before running upstairs.

"Brittany, I am coming in right now. If your boob is out, I really don't care," Grace said in an oh so Lopez way.

"Hey," the blonde chuckled. She noticed that Lucas had stopped sucking the bottle and had pulled away, "pass me that towel Grace? Please?" The little Lopez tossed the small towel over to Brittany. She wiped the milk from his chin, "just watch out, he's pretty good at projectile vomit when he burps." Grace took a step back as the blonde began to burp her son.

"He's so cute, he's definitely gonna be a heart-breaker when he's older," Grace laughed, crouching down to make eye contact with Lucas.

"Yeah? He's pretty damn adorable when he's not screaming and crying," Brittany said, smiling at Grace, "do you wanna put him in the crib?" She asked when she was done burping Lucas. Grace's eyes widened, nodding slowly. She passed Lucas over to the younger Lopez. The blonde watched how Grace slowly walked over to the crib and placed him in. Grace and Brittany peeked in and watched how he kicked his legs a little and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yep, definitely caught some Lopez genes," Grace scoffed. Santana peaked in the door.

"Of course, he is my son after all," said Santana, "night Sky."

A/N: Right, next chapter is the last chapter! I'm gonna sum up Lucas' first year in 2,000 words XD. There will be plenty of time skips. But fear not, there will be a sequel in which I will skip around 12 years to give you a look into the Lopez-Pierce family and how it has grown. There will be flashbacks for the wedding and parts of different pregnancies and whatnot. I will fill you in with all the details in the first chapter of that. I'll notify you when I've started that.

How do you think Lucas' first year will go?

What traits will he obtain from his mothers? Or father?

I was thinking that when he's older he'll look like Troye Sivan, IDK? XD

Anyway, what do you want to see next chapter?

Oh and B & S talking about their future?

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