Chapter 14
Your arms around me.
Santana had always thought of weddings as requiring months of preparations but soon realized that those months weren't necessary when all she wanted was to be Brittany's wife no matter how, no matter where. A month was enough to organize a heartfelt celebration with no more than 70 people they actually cared to share their happiness with.
This was the day of her marriage, a Sunday, and wedding butterflies was all she had to share with the darling boy happily settled on her lap and playing with her fingers. His little frame gallantly dressed in a beyond adorable white tuxedo suit. He didn't fuzz when Brittany dressed him; the trick was to keep him barefoot, she had laughed when she called Santana to tell her their son was ready… well, almost.
She kissed the tip of Dominic's ears while he cooed and Santana turned back to the window, watching down at the people accommodating on the stunningly decorated garden set, next to the huge elegant white tend for the reception between endless green (property of Burt Hummel, board member and long-time friend of her family) and the bluest sky she had seen. Her thoughts strayed to Brittany, who was undoubtedly waiting impatiently for her. She could see her clearly in her mind, pacing in another room, far from her; her pink lips tilted up into a smile, a smile so dear and treasured for Santana. Somehow, just thinking of that grin and the mirth in her blues reassured her more than ever.
Her gown was elegantly cut, with the skirt falling gracefully to the floor from a high empire waistline. The neckline left her shoulders bare and was adorned by a soft layer of white appropriate for the early evening weather. She had just stood up with the boy in her arms when she saw Rachel entering the room to collect the cutest ring bearer and ask if she was ready.
Santana smiled bigger in response "I can't wait, not another day."
Brittany would walk down the aisle first because she had convinced Santana to do so. She wanted to be the one but the blonde assured her she didn't mind waiting a little more for her; Apparently, Brittany really neededthat memory of her bride gliding towards her in between all the people there.
Changing the soft violins to a lovely instrumental arrangement of A Sunday kind of loveindicated it was time to start and for Brittany to walk the path, flanked by her more than proud mother and father, utterly exquisite in a white halter low waist gown that showed off her feminine curves. Her blonde hair up in an elaborated bun adorned with delicate crystals. Both set of blue eyes watered as their overjoyed daughter stood in place before the Officiant and the wedding party followed: Sam and Mercedes, Mike and Tina and Noah and Quinn.
Brittany cheered at Maddie, the beaming flower girl, as she gracefully threw the white petals away. Her grin turned even warmer when a puzzled-with-the-rings-case and barefoot Dominic entered the wedding equation held by a smiling Rachel. Needless to say, everyone practically melted when the baby let out an excited squeal and chuckle upon seeing his mommy, who gave him a couple of sounded kisses before Rachel distracted him with a teething ring.
Santana shook her head bashfully and smiled wider when she heard the music changed to a beautiful strings, flute and piano arrangement of Here comes the sun. Brittany's doing. As she floated down the carpeted aisle on her mother's arm, past all of the lilies and the pink and white roses they both had chosen, she felt a deep sense of serenity and joy. Each step taking her closer to the woman she loved, the woman whose life was inextricably linked with her own.
Blue eyes were glowing warm as she watched her in rapt attention and smiling was all she could do not to run hastily into her arms. Finally reaching the destination, Maribel placed her hand on Brittany's arm, kissed her daughter cheek and stepped away, taking the bouquets with her. Santana immediately entwined her fingers with pale ones.
"Welcome family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to celebrate-" Holly Holiday started but chuckled when Brittany leaned and stole a sweet kiss from her soon to be wife; someone playfully wolf-whistled and Mercedes smacked that someone.
As their lips parted, Brittany murmured "You are so beautiful." Santana blushed profoundly and mouthed she did too.
Holly cleared her throat playfully "As I was saying… We are here today to celebrate the long awaited union of Santana and Brittany, legally that is…" She winked to the crowd.
The ceremony continued smoothly. Santana could hardly believe her fate standing so close to the beautiful bride that was hers, now by all means. Just a few more minutes, she thought after their I do's and while Rachel's voice gave life to a reading about love and commitment dedicated to her two friends.
Santana cleared her throat when Holly asked her to say her vows and her tone laced with adoration invaded Brittany's senses, not once leaving watery dark eyes "I tried to think of the right words to say but they all came down to the truest, purest feeling you give me: Love... I love you Brittany, and the way you have taught me to love is the source of my strength and at the same time, my weakness," A few tears escaped down her cheeks and Brittany washed them away caringly with her thumbs. Santana talked again "I want to promise you and give you the world but I know all I can do is try to do so, for as long as I live. To always respect and treasure you, our children and our life together; through good and bad, through laughter and tears, happiness and sorrow. I promise myself to you, always, without limitations because you are my love, my reason to hope and believe. My dreams come true. I love you Britt."
As she finished, Brittany was looking down at their joined hands. Her blue eyes filled with tears that were silently rolling down her face. Santana smiled lovingly at her and cradled her cheeks to kiss her with tenderness to ease her overflowing heart. All the witnesses to their intimate exchange with tears as well.
Santana, with a single gesture, was able to return her kind voice and Brittany could say what she had been thinking since she laid eyes on her that Sunday afternoon "How much I love you? I don't know if there are enough words written or spoken that can express it with certainty or be remotely close to the actual truth. I just know I feel infinite when you look and smile at me, even more so when you're in my arms after lulling our baby to sleep." They both glanced with tears in their eyes at their darling boy deep in dreamland, now snuggled on Quinn's lap "I can say all the promises I'll keep and even the ones I'll break but I don't think we have all that time now and It doesn't matter because I'm sure we will discover every one of them together, each and every single day cherishing the life we learn from and share as we grow together. I love you, I really do, as you love me too."
This time, Santana surprised Brittany with a warm kiss, earning the much-loved chuckle from pink lips and fairly bursting with delight and impatience, Brittany forced herself to resist the urge to steal Santana away and kissed her senseless for hours.
Since the ring bearer was sleeping on Quinn, it was Rachel's duty to deliver the symbols of the commitment they had together, as if the pair of beating hearts and the little slumbering blonde boy weren't enough... Two rings for two people deeply in love, each one as another reminder of a lifetime ahead together.
"Because of your profound love and commitment, and by the power I proudly hold for this, I now pronounce you, legally, wife and wife! You may keep kissing each other!" Holly finished with a broad, satisfied beam.
Brittany's eyes were still shining at her with utter love, but this time Santana also saw a trace of longing and satisfaction. She returned her silly little smile to tell her that she didn't care for anything else at the moment. Santana only wanted her Brittany,her wife, and Brittany took her time as she pulled her against her body with eager hands on a delicate waist, encircling Santana completely, merging their souls again with a proper and longer kiss.
There was much cheering when that happened and much more laughter when they walked the aisle as a married pair accompanied by the tunes of I walk the line and a fist pump was delivered at the end from the blonde newly married woman. Brittany's doing, again.
It's in the way you want me,
It's in the way you hold me,
the way you show me just what love's made of,
It's in the way we make love …
As the pregnancy blissfully progressed, Santana started to wear stylish maternity clothes and though her baby bump was still small, people started to notice the changes in her body and it was obvious who was the happy responsible for it.
At 18 weeks and with a quadruple marker screening test and amniocentesis ensuring the healthy developments of the baby, it was a blessing that Santana slept on her left side because it was recommended for better comfort and with a body pillow complete with Brittany's warmth.
"What is it?"
Santana suddenly stilled all movements in the middle of morning canoodling, a hazy smile plastered on her lips "I can feel it,"
"Yeah, your kisses always wake me up like this." Brittany chuckled throatily and pressed her hips harder against Santana to prove her point.
Santana shook her head and bit her lip "No, I mean the baby. I can feel them move."
"Oh… Oh! Where?" Her hands instantly went over the naked skin, looking for proof.
Grinning, Santana guided Brittany where she had felt the fluttering "You can't feel it yet, but your baby is moving over here." Dark eyes regarding the blonde's awed expression and Brittany lowered her head to the bump, kissing it repeatedly for a while before resuming their previous activities.
To say Brittany was exhausted was an understatement. She had been working a lot and taking care of Santana at the same time so it wasn't a surprise to her when Santana was the one to bring back the idea of a getaway, finally making use of her days off, 5 to be precise. And so, after arranging everything with the help of Sam and Becca and with the approval and recommendations from Quinn, Santana took Brittany to a place she would love and considered the trip as an early honeymoon.
A short and smooth private flight later, they were arriving at a secluded Villa which Santana saw as a piece of heaven right in front of the ocean with an infinite pool of crystal clear water overflowing its edges. The open spaces flawless with the soft early evening glow and the sound of the wind and the rolling waves already having the relaxing effect on them.
Generously thanking the staff and after sharing a quiet dinner and lazy kisses, they couldn't sleep any better.
The place was bright with the warm morning sun. Santana was contemplating the bluest sea while indulging on strawberries and slices of apple and peach. Brittany was still sleeping, sprawled on her stomach.
Santana's cravings were at its best, Brittany being the most obvious one. She directed her attention to the slumbering naked woman and saw as she turned, now lying on her back and evidencing her hardness, covered just by the soft white sheet. Santana grabbed a slice of peach and walked towards the bed, carefully sitting beside her. She slowly peeled the sheet off her body and raked her eyes all over Brittany and nuzzled her nose on her neck, inhaling her scent that was heavier with sweetness after the night.
She tasted something cool and sweet tracing her lips, then she felt a smile and an insistent tongue on them. Brittany didn't open her eyes but her mouth complied, humming drowsily at the sensual awakening. After deepening the kiss, she opened her eyes and took a bite of the fruit Santana was offering.
With the dust of sleep in her blues, Brittany saw as Santana straddled her, slowly opening her robe and sliding it down her shoulders in equal speed, producing a grin on her face basking in the new light of day. Santana sitting on top of her, her belly adorably swelled, her darker eyes locked with Brittany's and her head tilted to one side while her hips rocked slightly against the woman beneath her, moistening her member. Brittany was watching her, devouring the sight above so intimately contorting, soft hands caressing every inch of the tanned warm flesh.
Not breaking eye contact, Brittany trailed the outline of her thighs and her hips. Two tanned fingers slipped in and out of Santana at a slow pace while Brittany watched and moaned.
She replaced Santana's own hand for a moment to gather as much liquid heat as she could to coat her fingers "Keep going baby," She murmured hungrily and Santana obliged to then see and feel how Brittany spread the collected arousal all over her breasts. The blonde propped herself up into a sitting position and eagerly licked and sucked the juices off of her, cleaning the heaving chest. Dropping her head onto Brittany's shoulder, she felt the bucking of the hips supporting her while she raised hers and fingers reached for the warm and ready stiff member, impaling herself on it with a whimper.
Brittany sighed and their breathing picked up. She fell back on the bed again while Santana rocked her hips back and forth, over and over again with abandon. Brittany heard a high pitched moan; it was louder than the previous pants and whimpers. Santana bended down with little difficulty to kiss Brittany and came, biting her own bottom lip to prevent doing so on a pink one.
She soared through her high while Brittany's hands on her waist kept the motions, she was close too. Santana lowered her hips again to help Brittany reach her own pleasurable spiral. The soaked frantic grinding of their sexes sending them both to the limit… Brittany kissed her messily, swallowing the moans and heady pants. She was out of breath when Santana collapsed next to her pulling Brittany against her. She held her possessively, feeling the sweat from their scorching bodies, melting them. Exhausted, they drifted off into light slumber.
A lazy morning with a soothing, satiating relish set the mood for their getaway.
"What did she say?"
"She asked me if I'm yours," Santana answered nonchalant while inspecting a handcraft. They had gone downtown to explore the colourful city. The pregnant woman glowing in a white linen dress.
Brittany asked again with a smile "What did you tell her?"
"That I am."
"How do you say she's mine in Spanish?"
Santana smirked, shook her head and replied "Ella es mía."
"Si, ella es mía," Brittany beamed to the old smiling woman who had given Santana the matching bracelets they were now sporting "Mi bebé." She proudly pointed to the bump, earning an eye roll from an amused Santana.
They were facing each other; Brittany blushed cheeks smiling back at Santana. She tucked a stray lock of black hair behind her little ear "Hi…" She breathed.
Santana kissed the woman she had just made love with "You feel amazing." Santana said in a raspy murmur, caressing the curve of her stomach.
"No more than you do." Brittany whispered against her lips, replacing Santana's hand with her own.
Their touches and kisses were no longer rushed. Both were satiated for the moment.
Santana dragged her short fingernails along the muscular tone of the sweaty skin, marveling at the beautiful contrast of smooth, fair skin and velvety, caramel skin. Exchanging intense stares during pauses tu catch their breath and not needing words to speak, they spend endless hours just touching and caressing.
Sometime around noon and without shame, Brittany guided Santana's hand down to her hardening member and as soon as Santana felt the warm flesh immediately began stroking Brittany. The slow rubs she was receiving made her whimper with the renewed desire.
With their eyes locked, the blonde was able to speak in low tone "Can you feel that? Can you feel how much I want you?" She watched Santana's facial expressions of pleasure as she continued to gently glide her fingers up and down her length.
"I love you," Santana breathed and contained a moan when Brittany reached for her core with gentle fingers.
Brittany lifted herself up and was kneeling between Santana's parted legs, pulling Santana by the hips towards her and rested her member over her glistening center. The blonde looked down at her; lust-filled blue eyes observed as Santana guided her member within her and lifted her legs so that her ankles were resting on Brittany's shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Brittany panted, very much turned on by the actions Santana was arranging.
Without answering, Santana bucked her hips. Brittany closed her eyes tightly as the euphoric sensation of their most intimate parts connected took over her. Brittany started a slow rhythm, grinding up and down and side to side. After a while of skin slapping against skin, Brittany parted Santana's legs from her shoulders and lowered them to her sides again.
A whimpering Santana reached up with one hand, stroking her sweaty cheek before grabbing the back of her wet from sweat hair and pulled her down for a searing kiss as she came. Brittany's arms were now propping her up on either side of Santana, her muscles bulging with exertion, as she resumed the intensity of her hips, rotating and grinding into her, ever mindful of the pressure on the baby bump.
Santana was lost in their desire, her senses heightened by the presence of Brittany inside of her in so many ways. Both panting and moaning and Brittany grinned in satisfaction upon hearing Santana mewled helplessly at a particular thrust, slowly reaching for another orgasm swallowing her up. Brittany finished first deep into her, blossoming warmth bringing Santana to the peak.
Sleep enveloped them again between ragged breaths and the sound of rolling waves.
Santana had convinced Brittany to go swim with the dolphins. She was reluctant at first because Santana couldn't join her due to the pregnancy but she eventually complied with the tickles she received as an invitation.
"Did you see? Did you see what they did? Oh my God, this was amazing!"
Santana chuckled at her child-like enthusiasm as Brittany was emerging from the water and walked towards her "Yes honey, it's so amazing."
"I can't wait to bring our children here and watch them play with the dolphins." Brittany admitted dreamily.
"Children?" Santana playfully quirked an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah. I mean, in the future we're going to have more than one, right?"
"How many would you like?"
Brittany thought about it for a moment before answering "Like five."
"Five!?"
She laughed at the shocked expression "I´m kidding. I think 2 or 3, if that's ok with you Ms. Lopez." Brittany said while caressing her uncovered round stomach.
"I'm more that ok with that babe."
That week they had reassured their connection on so many levels, both physically and emotionally.
With tanned skin, both happily returned to their lives, now complimented with prenatal yoga. Brittany had more energy than ever and Santana felt incredible enjoying the perks of being pregnant; it didn't matter that her waistline was no longer.
At 21 weeks, they were on the way to Quinn's practice to assess the baby's foetal growth and development and to find out if they were having a girl or a boy as Brittany's specific trait wasn't present.
"I like Alessandra, Adriana, Heidi or Miranda. There's Isabelle too or even Rosie…"
Santana narrowed her eyes at Brittany's profile "I won't name my baby girl after a Victoria's secret angel." She playfully countered while stroking her bump tenderly.
Brittany chuckled "I was merely suggesting."
"I like Andrea for a girl and as for a boy, I don't know… There are so many,"
"For starters I like Nicholas and Dominic but we still have plenty of time to decide. Am I right baby Pierce?" She said tenderly while placing a sounded kiss to Santana's hand.
Everything was perfectly fine, as expected, and after bugging the baby to turn, he finally complied and Quinn was able to inform they were having a boy. Both mothers-to-be overjoyed to tears. That night Brittany started to talk to her sonand continued to lull him and Santana to sleep with old songs; songs that would later be Dominic's favourite lullabies.
Dominic was spoiled since before born to say the least. Grandparents, aunts and uncles and loving friends made the affair even lighter for the expectant parents. They had practically provided them with baby clothes and items for a lifetime and the baby shower still was weeks away. Both Grandmas were always indulging Brittany and Santana's cravings when it came to homemade dishes.
Brittany was cooking one Saturday afternoon when a fresh from a shower and naked Santana embraced her from behind, pressing the 25 weeks bump to her back, lifting the fabric of her shirt before.
"Stay still." She whispered to her ear, standing on her tiptoes.
Brittany did as told and remained quietly in place, carefully setting the chopping knife on the counter. After a couple of minutes she felt him move, the soft thud noticeable against her skin; her lips spreading into the biggest smile at the feeling. He was kicking and nothing could feel as wonderful.
When Brittany had to travel, Rachel eagerly accepted the task of taking care of a reluctant Santana, making the mission a little difficult for the petite woman.
It was at the week 30 when they had the scariest moment of their lives. Brittany was on her way home from the airport when Santana called her.
"I was just thinking of you," She said through a smile that soon disappeared when she heard Santana sniffled.
"He hasn't moved, Britt. He's not moving."
Her heart stopped for a moment when she heard those terrifying words spoken with such fear.
You've got a way with words
You get me smiling even when it hurts
There's no way to measure what your love is worth …