Chapter 12
Spinning on a dizzy edge.
Santana was looking at her reflection on the mirror of their restroom while she dried off the cool water dripping down her face, a wide smile slowly creeping over her full lips with realization. She was tired and excited at the same time.
They had just finished moving in to their new home, the home Brittany had built for their little family. Empty boxes were scattered on the wide spaces. They still needed to furnish the spare rooms and some other stuff, like the pool house but the important parts were covered. Their huge bedroom, Dominic's nursery and the upstairs living area with the build in cuddling couch were priorities.
She sighed deeply with the smile still plastered on her face and stepped out, her feet guiding her across the hall where she could hear the most loving voice she would know softly lulling their son to sleep.
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy… Darling, darling, darling, darling boy." Brittany was rocking on her feet with an almost 6 month old sleeping Dominic on her arms. His puckered lips still enveloping the teat of the bottle where he was nursing the warm formula. "How I love you, my boy." The blonde chuckled quietly as she retrieved said item from the chubby baby's hands and kissed his forehead twice. Santana observed everything, standing on the doorway. She walked towards them and embraced her soon-to-be wife from behind, instantly feeling Brittany's body melting into the gesture.
"He's pretty tired. He was so excited to finally sit on his own and all that rolling around." Santana said quietly with her lips against a warm ear.
Brittany hummed in agreement and walked to the crib. Santana untangled their arms and stood beside her, placing a lingering kiss on his nose and then forehead "Good night baby Pierce."
She mirrored her actions and laid him carefully on the cloud like surface, pulling a snuggly blanked over his little frame. A soft glow permeating the nursery as they walked outside hand in hand and down the stairs.
After a quiet dinner, Brittany grabbed her by the waist and placed Santana on the kitchen island, standing in between tanned legs. She nuzzled their noses together and kissed her, languidly and long.
"Are you sure you want to marry me next weekend?" Brittany teasingly asked her with glowing lips as their foreheads were softly pressed together.
Santana laughed and playfully bit the tip of her nose in response. Strong arms enveloped her tightly and Brittany's face was hid on the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent that was all Santana. They stood there for a while, just hearing the easy breathing when melted together in the silent home.
"Te amo tanto, Britt." She whispered while her fingers were lost in blonde smoothness.
Brittany smiled against her neck and kissed the spot. Her lips wandering up to claim Santana's in deeper kisses, letting her actions speak louder than words. Her hands slowly pushed Santana's shorts and underwear down and then her own. Tongues lazily but deliciously grazing together.
They both sighed as Brittany buried herself within her and remained still. Hazy blue eyes opened to find dark ones glowering back at her with the private of smiles in place.
"Te adoro…" Brittany repeated quietly as her hips started a slow rhythm with their gaze glued together.
It was the first time of so many more on a new home, a new beginning.
Stick your heart inside of my chest
Keep it warm here while we rest.
Tell them this love hasn't changed me,
hasn't changed me at all…
"So, can I get rid of the two weeks' notice letter?"
"Britt, I don't know…" Santana sighed as they were lying on her bed very early in the morning. A pale and strong arm draped snugly around her small waist while tanned fingers traced the smooth skin. Brittany stayed the night after Santana spent an hour on the toilet throwing up and another hour washing her mouth; it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be but still she wasn't feeling that well.
Brittany ran a long finger along her jaw "Look, I just approved of the final choices the board members had made. Puckerman did the whole thing, he studied the profiles and projects you all have been into and presented a draft list to them. That's how the group came to be. Neither Sam nor I had influence on the process."
Scrunchy face in place, she answered "I didn't know that,"
"Then you didn't pay much attention to the first meeting because Sam explained it as he introduced Puckerman," Her pale hand returned to the soft skin on her waist, under the old college shirt.
"I- I guess you had me distracted. You were so distant that you didn't look at me. Not even once." Santana admitted while looking and playing with the fabric of Brittany's V-neck collar, tracing the hem of it.
Brittany pulled her closer against her body, nuzzling their noses together "But I looked at you later that night," She whispered, almost touching her pouty lips.
Santana smiled and murmured "Yeah, you did. You did more than that." She found warm blues looking at her and pink lips claimed her willing ones in a gentle but long kiss.
Like a couple of teenagers, the kiss turned into a full make out session and it could have escalated but Brittany was a little unsure; she wanted to talk to Quinn first and for Santana to feel even better. She loved the fact that they were so comfortable and in tune with each other. Brittany wasn't shy when it came to show her how she was feeling and Santana wanted to learn to do the same.
While taking a shower together, it was agreed to try and keep things discreet around the office. If anyone were to ask, as people would see them arriving and/or leaving together, of course they wouldn't deny their relationship or even try to keep it a secret. Even more so when Santana's pregnancy would start to show and raise the inevitable suspicion and questions. Then again, it wasn't anybody's business but theirs, as Brittany frankly asserted that morning.
But Santana was restless; not just about her co-workers, but the Pierces as well and the thought about her mother and what would her reaction be to the unexpected news played a main worry for her, fearing disappointment. Still, Brittany assured her they had a few weeks before she could start with those concerns; after all, they were planning to share the news after the first trimester. Right now, they needed to focus on their budding relationship and their little one. Their weekend getaway was postponed to when Santana stopped with the vomiting and the nausea.
One thing Santana understood and accepted -albeit reluctantly- was the fact that resigning the company she was proudly part of because she was pregnant with the younger Pierce's child was not the brightest idea and not the best way to go. She had started her career on her own and had earned her place at Unicorp, proving her professional worth more than enough times throughout the years there; she had become, indeed, a valuable colleague and no one on the right position could argue that reality. So, the first thing Brittany did upon her arrival was to inform Puck that Santana wasn't quitting; he of course, just smirked and nodded, figuring something was up with those two but was respectful enough to give Brittany the space and time to share whatever news she wanted with him.
Later that evening, as the meeting progressed, Brittany remained silent and tried to hide the smile that tugged at her lips every time her eyes found dark ones, secretly smiling back at her. Her mind wandered as she stole glances; Brittany imagined how Santana would look like as their child started to grow within her more and more each passing day. How cute and endearing her round belly would be on a petite woman like her, so soft and vibrant. Full of life, their life.
However, she didn't like the way Brody glanced at Santana more than a few times as she caught him discreetly staring at her and with a stupid half grin on his face.
"Ms. Lopez, can I talk to you for a second," Brittany said dismissively while everyone in the conference room was leaving, including her assistant Becca. Her pale hands reordering some papers into a folder to appear nonchalant; a folder she took from the woman just to do so.
Santana slowed her steps and quirked an eyebrow in surprise but managed to save face quickly "Of course, Ms. Pierce." Her own hands occupied with an Ipad. She was about to walk back again when Brody returned the few steps he had walked ahead.
"You want me to wait for you? I didn't see your car," He offered courtly.
"Oh, no. Thank you, I'm fine. I- I parked on a different spot,"
"Guess I'll see you later then. Take care Santana. You too Ms- I mean, Brittany." He smiled at her as well and finally left the room.
Santana didn't even notice when Brittany had walked nearer. She just saw her close the door and approaching her, standing just a few feet away. Brittany smiled and looked down at the carpeted floor.
"Long meeting, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Santana smiled sheepishly "Thank God I only had to pee twice." They both giggled.
"I noticed. Did you listen though?" A playful smirk played on pink lips.
Santana rolled her eyes and huffed "I did pay attention this time."
Brittany took another step closer and was just seeing into her dark eyes when she blurted after a minute "I don't like the way he looks at you."
"Who do you mean?" Santana frowned with a head tilt.
"Weston. He was almost drooling whenever he was looking at you. I don't like it,"
She slowly shook her head as she spoke "Britt, he's not- he's harmless. Besides, I like women, if you haven't noticed,"
"He doesn't know about us," Brittany shrugged and slid her hand down her harm to play with her fingers.
"I haven't told him," Santana admitted.
"I understand why but still, I don't like the way he talks and stares at you. It's like he's trying to get even closer to you," She murmured and was toying with the soft fabric of Santana's blazer "I mean, you have worked together for some time now but I hate it, I don't like seeing him with you. I'm not a jealous person but I can't help it, I'm helpless when it comes to you." Brittany repeated through a small shy smile.
"Hey, don't... I love you Britt, I'm in love with you and I'm so glad you're telling me this but you have nothing to worry about." Santana placed the Ipad on the huge table and pulled Brittany to her.
She immediately complied and circled Santana's waist with her arms, bumping their noses "Oh, I'm not worried, It just makes me upset because I can't control it, you know." Brittany didn't wait for a response and kissed her; softly at first and then with a hint of desperation, leaving Santana breathless for a moment.
The closed door separated them from the rest of the world.
Quinn answered a call later that evening. Brittany wanted to hear from her how Santana and the baby were doing and had some questions answered before the 12 weeks appointment. Santana started to take her prenatal vitamins and followed the advice of having snacks or small meals throughout the day to lessen the queasiness and, in her case, night sickness.
Beet and celery salad with mayonnaise was her weird craving along with her daily dose of lemon ice cream and a single chocolate chip cookie for dipping. Brittany often cringed when she saw her happily making a mess of her favourite meals. And as for her hormones, they were under control, according to Santana but the sudden tears and giggling fits often contradicted her.
Rachel squealed and ranted for about half an hour when she saw Santana and Brittany holding hands and kissing on a restaurant. Proud parents received the news of their relationship more than well and there was no one happier than Maddie since she now had an almost official new aunt. The baby news was still on hold, especially for Maribel because Santana was wary about her reaction. Sure, she was a grown up woman but her mother knew Brittany was dating Camille before her and all was happening so fast.
They were practically living together by the time Santana was on her 9th week. She wasn't showing yet and the night sickness had diminished considerably but Santana was feeling clingy, much to Brittany's delight. And of course Brittany spoiled her, cooking for her and attending to her every need. They were practically a married couple; Santana realized of that fact one Saturday afternoon while she was doing laundry and Brittany's clothes were on her hamper; she smelled them and grinned. She already was all the way in and in that moment she decided to later ask Brittany to move in with her.
"Where are you?" Santana asked with a childlike whine.
A chuckle echoed through the cell-phone "I'm on my way to my apartment baby; I need to pick up some clothes. Do you need anything?"
"Yes. I need you," She exhaled "Can you pick me up first so I can go with you?"
"Be there in 10."
Brittany was neatly folding some shirts to put them inside the bag and Santana was sitting indian style in front of her with a long forgotten magazine on her lap, watching in adoration the simple moves.
"What?" Blue eyes twinkling as she asked around a smile.
Santana laughed quietly and voiced her thought "We are so domestic, aren't we?"
"We are and it feels so good." The blonde honestly declared and resumed her folding.
She nodded as she traced her fingers on the paper and turned the page. Brittany walked inside her closet and didn't see the smile disappearing from Santana's face when she saw a picture printed on the social magazine.
There was Brittany with a bright smile and whatnot. Her right arm loosely around Camille's waist; the woman leaning into her, looking like a lovely couple. Their names were printed together with the comment about the wedding they attended in San Francisco.
Her dark eyes scanned every single detail about both women. How Brittany's eyes seemed bluer with the day light and the colour of her dress, the grin Camille had in place and the way her arm disappeared behind Brittany's back. Was it necessary to be that squeezed together to get the photo taken?
Santana swallowed hard, trying to control the sudden urge to throw the magazine out the window and yell at Brittany for something so insignificant. Because she knew it was an insignificant thing to argue about with her woman. She felt angry, then she felt like crying; yes, her hormones were under control… She stood up and walked to the closet door only to walk back and sit on the bed again.
An unsuspected Brittany appeared with a couple of suits and placed a pair of jeans on the bag as well. Santana was playing cool while she finished.
"Ok, I think that's it. We can go now, San,"
"Uhm, ok, good."
"Are you alright?" Brittany's fair brows furrowed slightly at the almost sad tone.
Santana shook her head twice and shrugged, clearing her throat "Yeah, I guess I'm a little tired." She was on her feet again and grabbed the magazine and the suits, feeling a kiss to the top of her head as she did so. She walked ahead and carefully down the stairs with Brittany following closely behind.
Brittany accommodated her things on Santana's closet and the same thought about living together crossed her mind, yet again. She was about to leave the bedroom when a pair of demanding lips and tongue took her by surprise but she quickly recovered and eagerly complied. Santana roughly pressed her against the wall, kissing her, tugging at her clothes and palming her hardening member inside the pants. Brittany tried to slow her down but with no such luck.
"Make love to me." Santana rasped out of breath while undressing herself before marvelled blue eyes. Brittany understood her need and undressed as well.
She kicked her pants and briefs pooling at her feet and Santana practically jumped on her to kiss her relentlessly. Strong pale legs stumbled and reached for the dresser, she was about to place Santana on top of it when she dropped to her knees and without a second thought, her willing mouth enveloped the head of her erect member and began sucking on it while her hands jerked the stiff and warm flesh, up and down. Blue eyes watching in amazement, lust colouring her irises as Santana's unrelenting mouth massaged and devoured her most intimate part, touching herself a few times.
Her long fingers got rid of the high ponytail, freeing the black hair to play with as her whimpers escaped with each suck she was receiving. Santana had her trembling and Brittany thought she was not going to last much because the mouth on her knew just how to please her and Brittany absolutely loved when Santana drank what she had to offer but this time she wanted to finish inside of her, deeper.
So, after holding back and with the almost non-existent control, a panting Brittany pulled Santana to her feet and in a swift move sat her on top of the dresser. She moaned when her tongue tasted herself on swollen, glistening lips and one of Santana's hands guided her damp member to her core, throwing her hips forward to envelop Brittany inside of her; she placed her hands on sharp hips pulling Brittany to where she needed her the most.
Blue eyes rolled to the back of her head and Brittany immediately started to thrust desperately, swallowing Santana's loud moans and squeals. The slapping of skin against skin resonated in the bedroom along with their ragged breaths and noises. She could feel Santana's fingertips burning on the sweaty skin on her back and tanned legs wrapping around her completely, sinking deeper with each push of her hips.
Their kisses were sloppy and after little time and with her open mouth against the other, Santana opened her eyes in time to see Brittany's expression as she came deep within her, warming her. That feeling alone was enough for Santana to follow with a desperate whine.
Brittany was a panting, shaky mess; she dropped her head on Santana's shoulder and held onto her as her legs were weak and about to give up. After a few minutes, she recovered a little and smiled into Santana's damp neck, licking the sweat there. Her long arms embracing her securely as she walked them to the forgotten bed.
Brittany fell asleep with Santana on top of her.
"Thank you again, it was nice," A familiar male voice was heard.
Brittany couldn't see it, but she could hear there was a smile on her face "No problem," Santana replied.
"Take care, ok. See you around." He smiled back and hugged her, a little too long for Brittany's comfort if she had seen.
"Will do… Good night Brody." Santana closed the door and lazily walked to the living room, where Brittany was dressed again and impatiently waiting for her, annoyed at the simple post it and the simple be back soon on it.
"How nice of you to leave a note…"
"I wasn't planning on going out," Santana replied nonchalantly and slumped on the other side of the couch to keep the distance between them.
"But you did anyways and alone with him, none the less," Blue eyes looked at her quizzically, observing her every move as Santana went through the pages of the magazine she picked again from the coffee table.
"It was just a friendly dinner." Santana shrugged and after a moment of silence "You looked happy…"
Brittany deeply furrowed her brows as her eyes focused on the printed photo she was showing her "Santana, I don't even remember when they took the picture."
"Well, you both look very nice together, Britt,"
"It's just a stupid picture. I told you nothing happened between us," Pale fingers ran through her blonde hair in exasperation.
Santana tilted her head to the side "Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Brittany searched her eyes but to no avail.
"You cheated on her with me… We were not even together, so why wouldn't something happen while you were there with her,"
She shook her head while she scratched her left eyebrow "Are you serious? Are you actually saying this?"
"Yep." Santana slowly moved her head up and down.
Brittany stood up and her steps were resolute as she walked to sit in front of her on the coffee table "I love you Santana, that's more than enough of a cause. You have no reason to doubt me and I don't know why you are picking a fight,"
"I am not picking a fight," She avoided her blue eyes, focusing on the image before her.
Brittany took a deep breath and questioned softly "Then why did you go to dinner with Weston when you very well know how I feel about him?"
Santana hesitated for a moment "That's- that's none of your business,"
"We are together and you're carrying my child so of course it is my business." Brittany calmly reversed with half a smile.
"This is your baby, I am not."
"Yes, you are. Just a couple of hours ago we made love and then you left me sleeping to go out on a date with him," Her tone was even and low while she closed the magazine in Santana's hands and tossed it behind her.
Finally, Brittany caught her dark eyes "It wasn't a date. How can you say that?" Santana asked in disbelief.
"Well, how can you even think something happened between Camille and I after we" She motioned between them "were together?" Brittany effectively pointed out.
Santana stared at her for a moment, weighing in the fact that she was actually right… But defended her point anyway "It's not the same thing… We never dated,"
She quirked an eyebrow in realization "You're trying to get back at me for the photo… Is that it?"
Santana cleared her throat, seeing no way out "I think you should go."
Brittany looked down briefly and shook her head "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes. I don't feel like having you around now… We're both getting-" She broke the staring contest as Brittany gradually stood up as she was still speaking.
Brittany knew better than to play that game with her "I'm cool; you're the one that started this nonsense, Santana. But if that's what you need to calm down and think clearly again, I'll go." Pink lips gifted a wet kiss to her nose and forehead.
Uneasiness invaded Santana suddenly "Where are you going?" She followed Brittany on careful but stubborn steps.
"To my apartment, where else?" She shrugged while putting her jacket on "Text me or call me if you need anything."
Santana crossed her arms and a scowl appeared on her face "I won't. We'll be fine."
Brittany stepped closer to her and uncrossed her arms. She grabbed a reluctant Santana from the waist and pulled her against her warm body. Santana avoided her eyes and her arms were on her sides. Brittany just stole a kiss as she wanted and walked out of the apartment.
Santana stormed back into the living room and grabbed the stupid magazine.
She threw it out the window.
The same as I love you, you'll always love me too.
This love isn't good unless
it's Me and You …