TA-DA! A brand new update! So sorry for delay, bet you had all thought I'd forgotten about this story huh? I haven't. I love it and I'm still very much working on it, life just got a little in the way! I promise the next update won't be so long in coming.

As always, this is for my wonderful friend and sissy Manda, without her I never would have got up the courage to write in the first place.

And, also as always, I own none of the characters from Glee.

Enjoy and let me know what you think! Libby xx

Santana is pretty sure it's in there. It looks like Puck's mummy has swallowed a basketball, but Puck said there's a baby in her tummy (and most of the time he's right). She knows she shouldn't stare, it's not very nice (her daddy says so, even though he stares at Puck all the time. He probably just wants his hair to look like Puck's, all cool and spiky).

Still, she might need to make sure. Sometimes Puck is wrong (like that time he said boogers tasted like peanut butter. He was so wrong about that). He's busy playing Super Mario with Coco anyway, so she's got a little bit of time to sort it out before he loses again and comes looking for her.

"Santana? What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing..." Santana thinks she better clear this up. She can't ask her mummy, she'd just be angry that she was at Puck's. She watches as Jane traces patterns on her belly, like she does to Santana's back when she has trouble sleeping.

"Um Jane? Is there really a baby in there?"

"Yes, Santana there is" Jane suppresses a giggle, watches the little girls chocolate eyes grow as round as saucers. She waves her over with her free hand.

"Come here and feel."

Santana nervously wanders over to the couch and slides into her usual spot at Jane's side as Jane takes her hand and places it on her belly. Her fingers spread out like a star on the older woman's skin, her red ring glowing in the afternoon sunlight. Santana is surprised, it's not soft. It's round and hard and warm, like when Puck's basketball gets left in the sun. She's not sure what a baby might do in there, maybe somersaults (it's a bit squishy to do cartwheels she thinks), but nothing is happening. Not even when she gives Jane's belly a little tickle (that always works with Puck when she wants him to wake up, he jumps up like a jack-in-the-box every time).

"I don't feel anything?"

Jane smiles at her. "Don't worry, baby is probably having a rest. She might be tired from all that playing in there."

"Like Puck and me when we play snow fights?" Santana is excellent at snowball fights. Puck says he always lets her win, but she beat him last week even when she had a cold, so she's pretty sure that means she's better.

Jane laughs "Yes, sweetheart, something like that."

Santana's hand stays glued to Jane's belly for a few more minutes, but the baby still doesn't move (Santana thinks babies must be a bit boring if they sleep for this long). But then she thinks of something and the question itches and burns on her tongue. She looks up at Jane with questions in her eyelashes and concern colouring her cheeks.

"Maybe she doesn't like me..."

Jane puts an arm around her, pulling her close. Santana buries her head into Jane's shoulder, breathing her in, and trying not to let the tears escape from her eyes. She smells like cookies and Puck and love and is what Santana imagines mummies should smell like (hers smells of paper and anger, and is nowhere near as cuddly). Jane kisses the dark mop of curls on Santana's head and lifts her chin so they are looking at each other.

"What's not to like baby girl? You know how to make the best chocolate chip cookies right?"

Santana nods. Her cookies ARE pretty yummy. Even her Daddy ate them the last time she made them.

"And you know all the words to The Little Mermaid."

Another nod. This time there is a tiny smile playing on Santana's face. She loves the Little Mermaid (she can't wait for the baby to come out so she has someone to watch it with, instead of Puck making fun of her and trying to comb her hair with a fork).

"And you do a pretty good job of keeping Puck out of trouble."

Santana grins at this. She and Puck get into all sorts of trouble. Only last week Puck decided to "wash" Coco by putting her in the washing machine. Jane said it was lucky they hadn't figured out how to turn the thing on. And there was that time they were playing Tarzan and Jane and Puck fell out of the tree and broke his arm. Her mummy and daddy said she couldn't see Puck for a week after that. She lasted a day.

Jane smiles with laughter in her eyes (Puck has the same laughing eyes, Santana thinks. Only his have a bit of mischief twinkling in there as well)

"And you always win at snowball fights. And you love cupcakes. And Christmas is your most favourite time of year."

Santana nods her head so hard that the tears that were threatening to fall fly away.

"Exactly. Best big sister ever."

She kisses Jane on the cheek and lays her head in her lap. Santana thinks it's like lying next to a warm balloon and is about to ask Jane if she's hurting her or the baby when all of a sudden she feels it. It's surprisingly strong and quite hard and she jumps up like she's sat on a firework.

"Jane I felt it! The baby kicked me in the ear!"

Santana watches a smile light up Jane's face "Ah. The ear huh? She only does that to REALLY special people."

Santana just about squeals with delight. She presses a kiss to Jane's tummy, and winds her arms around the woman's neck, hugging her tight and breathing I love you into her ear before settling back into the all familiar space right by Jane's side. Jane drapes an arm around the child she considers a daughter while lazily running her fingers over the bump of her unborn one, and as Santana wriggles closer into her she can feel the girl's smile bursting against her side and her excitement fizzing like sherbet under her skin.

Yep, she'll be the best big sister ever.

Santana is laying on the couch, lazily drawing circles on the stubborn knot of her unborn child. She's enjoying watching her engagement ring create fire on her skin, enjoying feeling her baby practice gymnastics inside her (seriously, the kid thinks her bladder is a trampoline), when all of a sudden her hand is covered by a much larger one.

She grins up at Puck and moves so that he can sit with her. She snuggles up close to him as their hands create matching starfish on her caramel skin. Puck kisses the side of her head as the baby kicks him hard in the wrist.

"Woah. He's a soccer player!"

"Either that or she's using you as karate practice." Santana smirks at him. Their bickering over the sex of the baby is becoming more intense as her pregnancy progresses. He almost found out too until Santana threatened if he did she'd tell Jane exactly who's idea it was to take Leah to Baby Yoga. He had a reputation to protect after all.

They stay in their little tangle of love until a baby's cry floats down the hall and Puck springs up like Leah's Jack-in-the-box. Santana laughs and tucks her legs beneath her.

"Relax stud. She'll still be there in the minute it takes you get to her room." She rolls her eyes but a smile bursts from her words, lighting up her face. Her husband can tackle people twice his size on a football field but the cry of a one and a half year old reduces him to putty. It's completely adorable.

She's still smiling when Puck returns from the bedroom with Leah in his arms, sleep still dancing on her eyelashes, dreams still settled on her skin and her fists curled tightly into her father's shirt. Santana runs her hand over her daughter's miniature curls and breaths in the scent of her, all smiles and that intoxicating baby smell, as Puck settles back down on the couch next to her.

"She's such a daddy's girl. Got you wrapped around her little finger. Watch out when this one comes along."

"Hey, she takes after her mother. Can't get enough of me."

"Watch this" He coaxes Leah's eyes open and whispers in her ear. The adorable smile that follows (she's getting teeth, and it looks like she has a mouth full of tiny pearls) makes Santana's heart flutter but it's what happens next that makes her hormones go into overdrive, makes roses appear on her cheeks and stars in her eyes.

"Bubba" Leah says. And she leans down and places the softest kiss on Santana's tummy, her tiny rosebud lips in a perfect pout (she takes after her mother there) and her eyelashes eskimo kissing Santana's skin.

Santana looks at her daughter's laughing eyes and her head hums with memories of being eight and feeling a baby kick for the very first time. Leah lays her head on her mother's stomach, on the ball of her soon to be sibling ,and starts chattering away to the 'bubba', one hand tightly gripping her father's shirt still, and the other patting Santana's belly.

He looks over Leah's ebony fuzz head, sees the happy diamonds sparkling under his wife's eyelashes.

"See? She'll be the best big sister ever."