Santana was finally approved for Medicaid during the eighteenth week of her pregnancy. It hadn't been easy to prove that although her dad had a big income, she no longer lived with him and wasn't covered under his killer insurance plan. She and Mrs. Evans had been to the Department of Human Services several times with hotel bills, and answered question after question about their living situation, and finally they were able to convince them. It was just in time too, Santana had read that an ultrasound could determine the baby's sex anytime between sixteen and twenty weeks, and they were dying to know. They also needed to make sure everything was going smoothly because she hadn't been to the doctor since her first trimester. She had already beginning to feel the baby move fairly regularly, but it would still be nice for peace of mind.

"This place is so much better than that awful free clinic," Santana commented as she laid on the examination table waiting for the doctor. It may not have been as fancy as her plastic surgeon's office, but it was a nice, normal office with bonzai plants, modern art, and new, clean cabinets. Despite the fact that the free clinic seemed to employ people that were unnaturally and annoyingly chipper, it was an extremely depressing place to be, and they seemed to push for abortions. And since her feelings were still so mixed about that, it was nice to not have that constantly shoved in her face.

"Yeah", Sam said quietly. He still wasn't quite comfortable talking about Santana's "lady parts" and the last appointment he went to, they not only talked about them, the doctor started examining them….while Sam was still in the room!

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing that he wasn't being his usual self.

"Yeah. Doctor's offices make me nervous. Especially when they talk about uteruses, and vaginas and breasts."

"Since when do you not like talking about my breasts? You usually have no problem talking about them. And they're great!"

"Oh, they're definitely great. And I have no problem talking about them when it's just you. It's just weird talking about them with a middle aged man. Anyways, the vagina and uterus talk disturbs me more than the boob talk," he smirked, and then promptly shuddered as he looked at the various diagrams displayed around the room.

"I can't believe how it has to come out of you," He said, looking at one that showed how the cervix dilates.

"Oh God, I know! I'm trying not to think about that part too much right now. But I've already decided I'm going to get my anesthesia on. There's no way I'm doing that," she explained pointing to the dilation poster, "without drugs!"

"Oh, I don't blame you. I would worry about your sanity if you said you wanted to do it naturally. I think I'm going to need drugs too."

"Whatever, just don't pass out on me or I'll never let you live it down. And do not watch it come out!"

"Fine by me. I don't need to see that….stuff," he said, making another thoroughly disgusted face.

They were both laughing when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello Ms. Lopez, I'm Dr. Wu. It's nice to meet you, " the middle aged Asian man said extending his hand. "Is this the father?" He asked, gesturing toward Sam.

"Yes, sir. I'm Sam Evans."

"It's nice to meet you too. Now Ms. Lopez, I see that you are eighteen weeks. Your blood pressure is great, your urinalysis came back great. You've only gained seven pounds though, and since you were underweight before your pregnancy, we would have liked to see you gain a little more than that. How are you feeling? Any nausea?" He asked, gently feeling Santana's bump.

"I've been feeling great the last few weeks. I had some nausea but that went away a few weeks ago. The only thing now is bad heartburn."

"Unfortunately that's just a pretty standard part of pregnancy. You can take TUMS to help with the symptoms." He explained."You should be feeling the baby move if you haven't already."

"Yeah, I was pretty sure I felt it a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm definitely sure I have," Santana smiled confidently.

"Sounds great, usually thinner moms do feel their babies move earlier, but it wouldn't really be a concern if you hadn't felt it yet. Today you're mostly here for the ultrasound, so my part is done. You can get dressed, and head to the third door on your right. If the baby cooperates, she should be able to tell you the sex if you want. Then I'll go over the scans and call you if there's any reason to. Otherwise I'll see in in about another month. Keep up the good work." He smiled and offered a hand to help Santana up.

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"Ms. Lopez, I'm Kelly, I'm the ultrasound technician, I'm ready for you" she smiled and led the teens into a dark room. "Mom, you can lay down here and pull down the top of your pants a little bit, and we'll get started. Dad, you can have a seat right here." It still felt so strange to be called "mom" and "dad" and the teenagers didn't know when they would get used to it, but for now they definitely weren't.

Kelly squirted some of that freezing gel on Santana's stomach and she fought the urge to jump. She didn't understand why they couldn't warm it up.

"I can already tell the sex, if you'd like to know," she smiled and looked at the teenagers.

Santana looked at Sam and he just nodded. "Yes, we want to know!" She said enthusiastically.

"You're going to have a beautiful baby girl" She said, turning the screen toward them and pointing between her legs.

Santana immediately looked at Sam, who had tears in his eyes. "Are you disappointed? I know you probably wanted a son. All guys do."

"I'm not disappointed" Sam explained emphatically. "These are happy tears, she's beautiful."

"You are such a dork," She laughed, but she was trying to suppress her own happy tears. She still had to keep that tough girl image somewhat in-tact, although by now Sam definitely knew better. She definitely wasn't thrilled about the prospect of becoming a teen mom, but it was happening, and she did love her baby. Finding out it was a girl made it so much more real. The technician turned the screen back so she could finish the scan, explaining that she was just going to check to make sure the baby was developing normally and then she didn't really say anything else. Santana and Sam didn't notice though, they were too busy thinking about their daughter. Finally, the technician told them she was finished, wiped Santana off, and they headed to the front desk to schedule their next appointment.

"Are you hungry?" He asked as they left the office.

"Seriously? You're seriously asking a pregnant girl if she's hungry?" She scoffed.

"Okay, I'll take that as a yes. I think I can spring for lunch today, it's kind of a special occasion. I'll take my girls to any fast food place they'd like" He smiled.

"Well then, your girls would like some Taco Bell," Santana said, still finding it hard to believe that they knew the gender of their baby already, but figured the more she said it, the more it would sink it

Twenty minutes later, Sam was sitting there, watching in awe as Santana devoured her third bean burrito. "You're so sexy," he smirked. "I love a girl who can eat."

"Oh please, it's disgusting how hungry I am. I'm surprised I've only gained seven pounds. Not that I'm complaining though! Not particularly looking forward to looking like a cow," She shuddered. "Seriously though, these bean burritos are like the food of the Gods or something. They're addicting!"

Santana was rambling about the burritos being addicting and joking that they probably put crack in them and that their baby would probably be a crack baby when her cell phone ring. Sam could tell by the tone in her voice and by the fact her beautiful tan skin had turned noticeably pale, that something was up.

"That was Dr. Wu. He wants us to come back after lunch to discuss the ultrasound". She explained. They hadn't been through this before, but they both knew that that couldn't be a good sign. They were told they wouldn't have to come back for four weeks, and now their doctor wanted to see them again in twenty minutes? Santana promptly ran to the bathroom to vomit and then they were on their way.

a/n: cliffhanger! Why do you think Dr. Wu wants to talk to them about it? Let me hear your thoughts!