Chapter 4: New Love

She sat in the office in silent, the clipboard on the table in front of her. God it smells like soap in here. She instantly felt nauseated, so Santana headed to the bathroom, dropping the clipboard on the front desk. She hated sitting in doctor's offices, waiting for her name to be called. She walked past a girl about age 16, biting her nails in anxiety. She's definitely young to be at the OB/GYN. She thought, but then who was she to talk? She was only 17, turning 18 in a few more months.

All Santana knew was in four of the past eight weeks she had a bun in the oven, she had gained 20 pounds. She had to pee like a fucking horse and was always eating and throwing up. And then she'd eat, and throw up some more. Seriously this was killer, she didn't know how much longer she could take having this thing inside of her.

Santana thought about all of her options. Abort or just have the damn thing. And as much of a bitch as she was, Santana couldn't stand the thought of having an abortion. And that's when she realized it had been almost seven weeks and she hadn't seen a doctor, had an ultrasound or anything. She would figure out all the technical stuff later such as keeping or giving up the baby.

She spent most of her time thinking about Brittany. They had talked, and as long as Santana was pregnant Britts still was a little offset on how to handle a relationship with her. Santana left her a voicemail yesterday telling her where the appointment was and what time, hoping maybe she wouldn't have to go alone. But Brittany never showed, and it's not like Santana expected her to.

Santana checked herself in the mirror, thank God for the false alarm throw up. She didn't have a toothbrush with her and she hated not brushing after baby sickness. She walked down the hallway and looked at a few of the posters lining the walls. They were all labeled different things, such as 'Cystic Fibrosis', 'The Healthy Way to Feed Your Baby', 'Keeping Your Bun In The Oven', and 'Smoking and Your Baby'. The last one was illustrated with the cartoon baby from Roger Rabbit smoking a cigar, how clever of them.

She didn't smoke, drink, and she hoped to God her and Trouty Mouth didn't have any psycho genes or anything. She still wasn't so sure if he was an incest child or not, and they're prone to a world full of genetic diseases. Gross. And if her baby came out with his lips, she might not ever forgive herself for getting knocked up with him.

Santana sat back down in the office just as the door opened. Her heart skipped a beat as a beautiful blonde came strutting in and sat down next to her.
"Sorry I'm late but I had to get some groceries for my mom." Said Brittany and she leaned over and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. "So we get to see it today?"
"I'm so glad you came I didn't think you would! Yes Britts an ultrasound and the doctor is going to just check my body over. And get this, he has to look at my-"

"Santana Lopez? Doctor Woo will now see you." The nurse called and held the door open, and the two girls walked into the office holding hands. Santana could feel Brittany's shaking, what was she so nervous about? It was just a check up on the baby.

The appointment went smoothly, he checked out the baby and nothing seemed to be wrong. He also gave her some prenatal vitamins and tips of what to do about any nausea and what kinds of foods to eat. Now it was time for the ultrasound, and Santana felt her heart pump faster. Brittany sat on the chair next to her and grasped her hand.

Dr. Woo put this cold goo on her stomach, and it sent a chill up Santana's spine. "Are you ready to see your baby?" he asked as he turned on a monitor and sat next to her. Without waiting for a response, he brought up the inside of Santana's womb on the monitor.

Instantly, the world went quiet. All that mattered was the woman sitting next to her and the baby inside of her. Santana had never felt more love in her life than she did in this instant. She grasped Brittany's hand tighter, and heard her gasp.

"There's the feet…there's an arm…and there's the head. Do you want to know the sex?"
"Oh Santana can we please?" pleaded Brittany with a puppy dog look on her face.
"Yes please."
"Okay…congratulations Ms. Lopez. You're having a baby boy."

~How wonderful life is now that you're in the world~