initially meant to be a one-shot but due to a certain review i otped to venture further into this because it was too much of a funny concept to let go of.
so i dedicate this chapter to Tutorgirl92, i hope you like it;)
It was odd really. The whole nine months that Brittany was pregnant she was relatively emotionally balanced. Her mother referred to her as a freak of nature telling her that when she was pregnant with Brittany and her sisters she was a crazy woman. Her father confirmed this statement.
But Brittany was fine. She didn't get moody or have weird cravings or any of those things. Once in a while she would cry but not because she was sad, but because she was just overly excited about the little bundle of joy that was coming soon.
Santana on the other hand, well, the way Quinn had put it was 'thank God she's not pregnant or we'd all be dead'. A truer statement has never been spoken and it would have been funnier if it wasn't the truth. For the blonde though, the pregnant one, it was all rather entertaining. Santana would be the moody one, even if a lot of people said it was a vast difference from her normal self, she would cry at the drop of a hat in fear that she wouldn't be ready to be a mother.
There were baby books strewn all over the house, it practically became the library for parents to be. But Brittany loved every second of it, seeing her wife so immersed into being the best parent and going to all of the breathing classes with the blonde. Everything seemed to be going spectacular the last month or two being that the Latina finally relaxed a bit due to her wife's need for her to do a lot more for her around the house due to her ever growing belly. She needed to be calm, cool and collected so that when it was time Brittany would be the same.
It was just another day at the Pierce-Lopez front with the couple sitting in front of the television eating some pizza. They laugh as they watch some stupid reality show and when Santana finishes her slice she asks her wife if she wants more since she is going to have another.
"Yeah babe but can you cut the crust off I don't want that shit." Brittany waves her hand in the air in reference to the pizza crust.
"Listen potty mouth, none of that around when the baby gets here." Santana mockingly scolds her, tosses her a wink and then turns into the kitchen. "You want some soda?" She yells from the kitchen as she twists off the top of some Dr. Pepper, hovering it over an empty glass waiting for a response.
"No I've got a bottle of water." Brittany shouts back and Santana nods placing the clean glass back and filling her own. She makes her way over to the freezer to grab some ice cubes when she hears, "Oh shit." It's hushed but she grins to herself regardless and shakes her head. "Umm, baby…" The blonde's voice sounds confused and concerned and is clearly beckoning her wife to come back into the living room.
"What happened?" Santana asks as she walks in with two slices on her plate and her glass of soda in hand. She comes to an abrupt halt when she sees her wife standing in the middle of the living room looking down at the wood floor which appears to be wet. "Oh sweetie did you spill your water?" The Latina inquires, walking moving to the coffee table to place her things down.
"Not exactly." Brittany drawls out and when Santana quirks an eyebrow and looks up from the coffee table she is bending over the blonde smiles nervously.
"Oh fucking shit." She jumps up from her position nearly giving herself whiplash and runs to her wife, her hands reaching out to touch her but they don't as though she is afraid it will speed up the process and her child will be born on their living room floor. "Umm, okay we've… we've got to like get you to the hospital right?" It's not really a question, it more sounds like she is verbally going through a checklist made in her mind. But Brittany smirks nonetheless.
"Well that would be a good start." The blonde lets out with amusement and watches her wife run back and forth from the kitchen and back to her tossing paper towels onto the floor to soak up the fluid that just fell out of Brittany. "Santana, really?" Santana stops what she's doing, realizing that cleaning this shit up right now is so not what is important.
"Right!" She mentally slaps herself and grabs Brittany's hand in her own, placing her other hand on the small of the blonde's back and leads her to the front door.
"I want to change my pants." Brittany announces and turns to walk up the steps to their bedroom but is stopped by a hand on her arm.
"Right now?" Santana's eyes are wide and if it's even possible, she looks pale. Brittany furrows her eyebrows and looks down at her pants and motions to them with her hands.
"Hun it looks like I peed my pants and I don't feel like sitting in wet pants in the car for twenty minutes." She explains.
"Ugh I forgot its twenty minutes away." Santana groans and looks at the time on her phone that's sitting on the table by the closet. "Okay you wait here, I'll grab you some sweats and your bag and then we'll bounce." She says at a super fast speed that Brittany is sure she only caught half of what just came out of her wife's mouth. Within seconds Santana is charging down the stairs, Brittany's hospital bag slung over her shoulder and a pair of sweatpants in her hand. "Here." She puts the sweats in her wife's hands and stands by the front door but Brittany merely stares at her. "Go on we got places to be." She moves her hands in a circle to get Brittany to start moving faster. "Come on, it's just us don't be shy." She adds when she notices the blonde peer towards the window in their living room.
Eventually Brittany gets herself out of her pants, with her wife's help of course and into dry, comfortable sweats. Soon enough the women are in the car and on their way to the hospital. Brittany, up until this point, had thought she went through all of Santana's 'pregnant' mood swings over the past nine months. And she had, she even named them and given them their own descriptions to what feelings they were correlated with. But what she hadn't experienced until now was all of those emotions in one day, at one time within thirty minutes.
For the first few minutes of the drive Santana was silent, nervously chewing on her lip and glancing over at Brittany's belly as though at any second it could blow. She didn't even let the blonde put the radio on telling her it was distracting her from the road and she needs to get them there safely.
After that Santana becomes agitated. They hit some random traffic on the parkway and she rolls her window down to huff and grunt and basically shows her displeasure about the whole situation. 'This guy', she says at one point with annoyance and pointing to some big SUV trying to get in front of her while they are literally bumper to bumper.
Then there is the never ending crying Santana that cannot be comforted. They are about fifteen minutes into the drive when she breaks down, her sobs only muffled by the faint sound of Barry Manilow's 'Mandy' playing in the background.
"We're never gonna get there and then you're gonna have our baby on the side of the road like we're some hillbillies." She cries out, her mascara running down her face and her nose running. Brittany softly runs her hand up and down her wife's arm knowing that no matter what she says Santana is going to go on like this for at least a few more minutes. "I should have gotten that book that that teacher suggested. She's right…" She chokes out a sob. "You can never be too prepared and now I'm not and I'm gonna..." She shakes her head and says other things but Brittany can't understand her at this point so she smiles softly, trying her hardest not to laugh as her wife goes through these random feelings.
Twenty minutes into the drive Brittany gets nervous because she is afraid Santana is going to have another melt down. The crying has stopped and she seems better, there are no more tears and she's wiped most of her smudged make up away. But they still have ten minutes or so until they reach the hospital and she's not sure if she can take another freak out especially considering she is starting to have contractions.
Santana sighs out and catches Brittany's attention quickly. She looks over at her blonde and smiles, tilting her head for a moment before looking back to the road. One of her hands comes off of the steering wheel and comes to rest on her wife's leg.
"You okay baby?" Santana asks softly. Brittany wants to tell her that the contractions are starting to really kick in and that she needs to put the pedal to the metal but she doesn't need an anxious Latina driving her pregnant body at a dangerous and aggressive speed. So instead she tightens her lips and smiles.
"Mhmm." She nods.
"This is so exciting." Santana declares in an almost sing song kind of way and Brittany closes her eyes as she starts to take in long, deep and slow breathes. "Don't you think so?" It's not a real question but Brittany responds anyway.
"Mhmm." She nods again.
"Almost there." Santana sings out like before.
Soon enough the Pierce-Lopez's are being brought to a room, Brittany being wheeled in by a nurse in a wheelchair with Santana right behind her carrying all of her crap. Santana helps her wife out of her clothes and into a gown then assists her into the bed. When the doctor comes in he sits on a stool that rolls over to the foot of Brittany's bed and suddenly he is peering under her gown with a grin.
"Well Brittany, it seems like you are ready to push." He tells her, finally looking up from under her gown and smiling at her. Brittany nods, some sweat forming on her brow and she looks to her wife and smiles from ear to ear while still maintaining some heavy breathing to make up for the slight discomfort.
He turns to the nurse in the room and holds his hands out for her to slide some gloves onto his hands and then he rolls his seat right up to the edge of the bed getting front and center. He looks over at Santana who is standing right beside Brittany holding onto her shoulder and he tells her to hold up her wife's leg, placing her hand right where her knee bends and she does as she is told while the one of the other nurses in the room gets the other side.
"Okay now Brittany I need you to give me a good long push. I'll tell you when to stop." He explains with a kind smile and the blonde nods through her heavy breathing. "Alright let's go, push."
She pushes, groaning out in pain while Santana urges her on letting her wife squeeze the ever living life out of her hand. He stops her, letting her catch her breath and tells her she is doing good.
"You are doing so good baby." Santana says and leans down to place a quick, hard kiss to the blonde's sweaty forehead.
"Okay let's try again."
Brittany once again pushes with everything in her this time yelling at the end of the long exertion letting her head fall to the pillow when she's pushed all she can. The doctor stares between her wife's legs and says something to a nurse who nods and does whatever it is he told her to. Santana leans in closer to Brittany telling her she loves her and that she's so strong.
"I can't…" Brittany shakes her head, panting and gasping for air. "I'm too tired."
"Come on Brittany you can do it." Santana says, leaning her head onto Brittany's. "Just a little more." Brittany looks at her and after a few moments when she's gathered enough strength she says 'okay' and pushes for the third time but this round the only screaming to be heard is Santana's. "Ahhhh, ouch!" She jumps back, ripping her hand from Brittany's vice like grip and shakes it. "Fuck B that hurt." She tells the blonde and after inspecting her joints to make sure they are all working properly she looks down at blue eyes that could set someone on fire.
"Are you fucking kidding me Santana!" Brittany hisses breathlessly and reaches out grabbing Santana's hand again. The Latina's eyes widen at her wife's tone and bites the inside of her cheek, the outside a bright red from embarrassment. That was an extremely insensitive thing to say, she thinks to herself and continues to allow her wife to literally stop the blood from circulating into her hand for the rest of the delivery.
"Alright Brittany, I see the head so all I need from you is one more big, big push. Do you think you can do that?" The doctor asks her, looking up from his spot between her legs and she nods to him, quickly glaring at her wife.
"Fuck this hurts this hurts!" The blonde shouts as she pushes and Santana shoots her eyes towards the doctor nervously. "Make it stop, make it stop."
"Oh my God make it stop!" Santana finds herself yelling at the man leaning in towards her wife's most intimate spot but he ignores her as he is obviously busy.
And before she can say anything else, before Brittany can even begin to catch her breath again the not so quiet room is interrupted by the tiny cry, the cry of a baby, their baby. Both woman look towards the man holding their child and they watch it wriggling away in his hands, it's scrunched up face and mouth wife open crying out into the world for the very first time.
Santana sighs out a laugh or a smile or maybe it's just relief and her head falls onto Brittany's. The blonde is smiling, her legs still being held up in the air but she doesn't care. Her head falls back eventually onto the pillow and she relaxes for the first time in five hours.
"You did so good." Santana whispers, pressing kisses all over her wife's face and lips and neck. "You are so wonderful." Brittany grins through her exhaustion and turns her head to catch Santana's lips with her own for a small sweet kiss. When she opens her eyes she sees tears in Santana's and then that makes her start to cry. "Shh stop it." The Latina brings up her hand, finally letting Brittany's leg come down to rest on the bed, forgetting that she had been holding it up.
"Santana, sweetheart," Brittany says softly, bringing her hand up to her wife's cheek. "You've been an emotional wreck for the past nine months." She tells her and Santana blushes and her jaw drops. "Let me have this one day." Santana tightens her lips together and she nods once.
"Fair enough."
"Are you girl's ready?" The nurse interrupts their moment, baby in her arms and all they know so far is that it cried and has hands judging by the little fists waving in the air. They smile at the woman and nod. "Well let me introduce you to your daughter." Her voice is so soothing and they both part their lips as they smile and watch as the nurse places the baby girl into Brittany's arms.
"She's so little." Brittany points out the obvious but it really just blows her mind and all Santana can seem to do is stare at the tiny person in her wife's arms. They take turns reaching to touch her, letting her small hands grasp their fingers grinning from ear to ear at the feeling. After a few moments Brittany hears Santana chuckle and snort and then sees her shake her head. "What?"
"Well now I'm gonna have to get a gun." Santana tells her matter of factly causing Brittany to quirk an eyebrow.
"We just had a baby and you want to get a gun?" She asks bewildered by the statement and Santana nods as though it made all the sense in the world. "I don't know why I'm going there but why, if I may ask?"
"Because she isn't dating until she's 30." Santana says right before she starts cooing to the baby and playing with her little baby fingers.
Brittany smirks, shakes her head and holds in a laugh. It would figure something outrageous would come out of Santana's mouth the day her first child is born. Santana finds out they have a baby girl and one of her first reactions is thoughts on a fire arm.