Chapter 2
On a Sunday like this.
Santana felt soft paddling on her face and heard Brittany's giggle when Dominic grabbed her nose curiously.
"He likes to watch you sleep too,"
She chuckled and bit playfully the chubby fist that was now tugging at her lips "Creepers. How long have you two been awake?"
"He just woke up. I'm up since 20 minutes ago."
"Someone is really hungry." Santana said smiling when Dominic began to suckle on her thumb.
"You want me to go grab a bottle?" Brittany sat beside her.
Santana shook her head and sat against the headboard "I'll breast feed him. Come on my little love." She sweetly said to the boy, already opening her shirt. Dominic was pumping his legs harder and gurgling quietly. The baby instantly latched onto her mother and began to nourish hungrily.
"Does it still feel weird?"
"Not really. I feel a light pressure and it doesn't hurt." Santana answered looking adoringly at the little clone of the blonde.
Brittany hummed and kissed his forehead and then Santana's lips. She stood up and opened the curtains, allowing the light glow of the sun to cascade inside "You know, this evening reminds me of that Sunday, when we met, 2 years ago… And how you almost left me sterile,"
Santana chuckled "You're never going to let me live that one down, do you?"
"Nope. It hurt like hell, if you must know," She returned to the place next to Santana.
"Serves you right, you were creeping on me."
Brittany mocked her hurt "I was not! I was simply admiring you from afar and secretly laughing at your weird faces,"
The baby kept nursing but his eyes were going from one mom to the other "I was trying to read."
"Yeah, and not successfully."
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
and I want a Sunday kind of Love…
Brittany was extremely bored but she wasn't going to be bothered by the fact that she was stood up. Mike tended to forget about her when Tina was in town. So, she took a healthy drink of her cold coffee and sank further in her seat to keep people watching. A pair of aviators concealing her blue eyes.
And that's when she saw her. Santana came inside de cafeteria with her rapid steps elegantly sporting a pair of high heels that made Brittany wonder how was she walking that fast. She was balancing a stack of books and what appeared to be a magazine. The aviators were now resting on top of Brittany's head.
Scanning the place for a good table, she sat across from Brittany, making her perk up at the proximity. Brittany saw her every movement, the way she neatly arranged the books and started reading after ordering some iced tea. She chuckled to herself when Santana started squinting, straining to focus her dark brown eyes on the words.
"Hello?" Santana answered her cell phone and the smooth tone of her voice warmed Brittany's chest "Yeah, yeah. I just got- Would you just shut up? I have it right here,"
Santana opened the magazine and began reading to the person on the other side of the line "After a blow job -up performan-" Brittany snorted loudly on her drink and drew Santana's attention, with an obvious scowl and furrowed brows "As I was saying. What? No, of course it doesn't say that, there's not much light around here..." She explained and Brittany snorted again but turned her head in time to avoid Santana's penetrating gaze.
Shifting uncomfortably, she kept reading and ended the call. Huffing a little annoyed, she began reading one of her books.
"I think you need glasses." It came out of Brittany's mouth when their eyes met briefly.
Santana quirked an eyebrow "And I think you should mind your own business." Her tone rang cold.
"I'm sorry but I'm watching you scrunching your face up and squinting. It's endearing, really. But still, you need glasses." Brittany voiced nonchalantly.
Santana opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. She forcefully closed the thick book she was reading and changed seats. Her back facing the peeping woman.
Brittany bit her bottom lip and thought what to do for a moment before deciding to apologize. She stood up, taking off the glasses and approached the table. She was just behind Santana when she stood up abruptly, effectively hitting her groin with the edge of the backrest of the chair. She instantly covered the injured region and fell ungracefully to the floor. Her face was red and her blue eyes watering a little.
"Oh my God!" Santana exclaimed, kneeling beside her.
"It's okay..." Brittany squeaked, closing her eyes at the painful sensation.
"I didn't see you,"
She nodded biting her lips "Just give me a minute… Or maybe ten."
All eyes were on them and a waiter approached them to see if they needed anything. Like, you know, ice.
Brittany sat there awkwardly, taking deep breaths while Santana patted her on the back in a soothing matter.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your- you know..." She looked really worried.
"It's called a penis and it's ok." Brittany smiled and slowly stood up with Santana's help "And I should be apologizing, not you. I didn't mean to pry and make you uncomfortable. I'll just go,"
Santana shook her head and motioned Brittany to take a seat at her table while she gathered Brittany's things that were only a set of keys and her aviators.
"I lost one of my contacts this morning. It fell straight to the drain at my sink." She explained, sitting in front of her.
Brittany grinned "Oh, so you do wear glasses,"
She nodded "I do. And my frame ones were left forgotten at my office, so…"
"I'm glad I was right then," She extended her arm and offered her hand to the woman, introducing herself "Brittany."
"Santana."
She eyed the books on the table "So Santana, I see you're into design and architecture,"
"Yes, I work on the field since I was in College. Unicorp." She answered proudly.
Brittany didn't show but was surprised when she heard the company's name. Her family's company. She wondered why she had never seen Santana before. Santana on her part looked relaxed and was actually interested in the conversation.
"Really? How old are you?" Brittany asked, taking a sip from a fresh drink.
Santana smiled unabashed and Brittany thought it was the best of her "23 but I always participated on my College's projects for my career and one of my teachers recommend me for an intership there. I started on urban policies and now I'm on community development."
That answered Brittany's question. Santana was on another line of work. Same business but different department. "Impressive. Really impressive."
"How about you? Anything else besides creeping on people?"
Brittany chuckled "Let's see… I'm 26, I'm a Civil Engineer and I work on my family's business. My dad retired last year, so now it's just me and my brother from another father. It's all good. AndI don't creep on people, I was just gazing around." She finished.
"Speaking of which. How are you feeling? Does it hurt, you know, down there?" She gestured apologetically.
"Honestly, I can't feel anything. Maybe you broke me," Santana looked horrified and bit her bottom lip "I'm kidding. But if I never have children, it's on you."
Santana chuckled and shook her head "Don't be dramatic. I'm sure you're fine. You should try something with your boyfriend or girlfriend and see if it's broken or not,"
The smirk on Brittany's face grew "Well, I guess if I had a girlfriendI would try something as you suggest. But I don't have one, so, I'll never know for sure. Unless…"
"Unless what?" Santana narrowed her eyes.
Brittany shrugged playfully "Maybe you could help me, you know, for the sake of my future children,"
"Don't push it." She warned half joking.
"Aren't you concern about my well-being?"
Santana looked straight into her blue eyes "I would be if you keep talking nonsense,"
Brittany giggled loudly and surrendered "Ok, ok. I give… For now."
She smiled and exhaled, leaning further in her seat "So, Brittany, the Civil Engineer,"
"That's right, Santana, the Architect."
They both shared a laugh and discussed one of the books for over two hours. Brittany was amazed by Santana and the clear passion for her work. For someone so young, she had accomplished a lot, just like her.
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love ...