Month 2

"What's wrong with you?" Brittany watched as Santana fidgeted in her seat, "my pants hurt" she mumbled too distracted, "your pants hurt?" she said in disbelief, getting an evil glare from her uncomfortable wife, "yes Brittany! My pants hurt!" the mood swings were starting to kick in.

"Maybe we should go shopping and buy you some new clothes?" Brittany suggested "are you saying I'm fat?" Santana screeched in return, "no! Off course not, it's just your pants are uncomfortable because of the baby, you're going to start showing soon" she replied as gentle as she could put it.

After a very long shopping trip, she was finding it hard to cope with her hormonal other half, "are you hungry, we could get some dinner on the way home?" she suggested, "no I'm tired" she looked miserable, "but you have to eat" she could tell she was getting more angry, "not now!" she snapped back before turning her attention to her mobile.

It was quiet in their house for the first time in a week, but that worried her, "San?" she tip toed into their bedroom to see Santana with her back to the door sniffling, "sweetie what's wrong?" she wrapped her arms around her neck from behind.

"I'm being such a bitch!" Brittany was dying to laugh at her dramatics, "you're not being a bitch, you're fine" she sat next to her and pulled her round so they were facing, "you're pregnant… hormones" she giggled getting a slight smirk in return, "Britt pregnancies doing weird things to me, I used to be a badass!" her wife couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom!" Santana called through the hall, her mother was on a visit for a couple of days to visit her daughter and daughter-in-law, "my baby, how are you?" she said with open arms, "I'm great, how are you?" she hugged her mother before she had a chance to answer Brittany came down the stairs, "mama!" Santana's mom made sure Brittany also called her mom considering to them she was their daughter.

They spent the afternoon catching up on the past couple of months, they obviously didn't tell her about the pregnancy they wanted to wait till the end of their first trimester to be sure, but stupidly they were accidentally giving out a lot of clues.

"Where's San?" it was early in the morning and her mother was currently sitting at the dining table reading the paper, "err… getting a shower I think" she said nervously she prayed her mother-in-law wouldn't hear the sound of her daughter retching from upstairs, after about fifteen minutes Santana finally made an appearance, "good morning" her mother greeted from across the kitchen, "morning mama" she grumbled in no mood to go in to conversation considering every time she opened her mouth she expected puke to come flying out.

Quinn arrived shortly after vomit fest round one, they were planning to spend the day at the local spa, but Santana really didn't feel like it, she rested her head on the cool kitchen surface and concentrated on not being sick.

"Hey you ok?" she heard Brittany whisper in her ear, she stood up straight and noticed her mother and Quinn looking directly at her, "come have some breakfast" Quinn smirked obviously feeling powerful, she'd figured it out…

"umm no I'm not hungry" she mumbled slipping into one of the chairs, "you'll feel better once you've had something" she said with a smug smile plastered across her face, she obliged not wanting her mother to become suspicious, it felt like everyone was watching her as she began to pick at the blueberry muffin her wife had placed in front of her… bad idea!

Brittany noticed the colour drain from her face then she started to gag, she grabbed the trash can and stuck it right under her, she began to throw up and couldn't stop, Quinn and her mom watched in shock while Brittany grabbed hold of her hair and rubbed her back in circles.

"Oh my god… I'm so sorry" she sat back in her chair, and noticed everyone's stunned face; Quinn started to laugh slightly catching the attention of Mrs Lopez, "something you want to tell us?" Brittany expected her wife to go into a full on mood swing, but she didn't she returned the smile to one of her best friends then looked towards her for confirmation.

"Ok well we weren't planning on telling you guys for a couple more weeks and at least when we were altogether but… we're having a baby!" both women squealed in delight, "I'm getting a grandbaby!" her mother pulled the married couple into a long hug while Quinn jumped up and down for joy behind her.

As soon as she let go Quinn took her place "I knew it! I'm so happy for you guys" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes, "ok don't get all sappy…" Santana inched further away, "how far along are you?" Quinn finally stepped back, "just gone six weeks" Brittany said with a loving smile as she wrapped her arms around her wife's waste.

Mrs Lopez insisted on having a lazy day in after finding out about the pregnancy, Quinn went a got a load of snacks, DVD's and nail polish. Quinn was currently painting Brittany's nails, while Santana lay with her head in her mother's lap on the couch opposite.

"How's your tummy baby?" her mother gently patted her abdomen, "I feel much better however it usually comes back mid-afternoon" she cringed, "lollipops?" Quinn suggested, but the married couple began laughing leaving her stunned, "what's so funny?" Santana just hauled herself up of the couch and went into the kitchen, after hearing some rustling through the cupboards she returned with a huge tub of lollipops in tow, "aww you remembered…" Quinn cooed, while everyone else giggled.

Santana was officially seven weeks gone, and she noticed the more time went by the more weird symptoms she got, for instance she had a super sense of smell which she actually found quite amusing as she could recall what people have done or eaten for the past twenty four hours without even being told, also the 'list' had increased dramatically which made Brittany go back to obsessing over her diet, which she found annoying as she was craving fast food and sugar.

"Brittany! Where's my ice cream gone?" Santana shouted through the whole house, "I hid it" she said coming down the stairs, "you hid my ice cream!" she screeched in disbelief, "San it's not good for you" she paced away as quick as she could trying to avoid the argument that was coming.

"But I want it!" she stomped her foot like a helpless child, "what about an apple?" she said over enthusiastically which just wound her pregnant wife up even more, it was rare for them to ever argue and when they did it was normally over something stupid.

"Does it have cookie dough in it?" she replied sarcastically but Brittany wasn't giving in, "aww come on Britt… the baby want's it" she said with a sad look on her face "no, no, no, no, no! You are not going to make me feel guilty" she dashed towards the couch as quick as she could, Santana pulled her by the arms from her seat, "Britt you better tell me where it is!" she joked practically jumping on her.

Santana was leaning on her back so she couldn't stand up straight, they were both laughing and had completely forgot about the ice cream, "San get off me!" Brittany giggled, she had also forgot about her wife's condition and jumped up as quick as she could, Santana tumbled of her and fell crashing onto the floor, the blonde gasped and slid onto the floor and pulled her onto her knee.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" she said all too quick for the Latino to understand, she just laughed at her reaction, "Britt I'm fine… nothing my ice cream wouldn't fix" she hinted with an evil smirk "… fine" she stood up picking her wife up with her and gently placed her on the couch, before she could walk towards the kitchen Santana pulled on her arm, "I love you" she placed a kiss on her lips, "I love you too" she replied kissing her back.

"So this week baby you're going to get your little hands and eyes and a nose and a…" it was late at night and they were lying in bed, Santana was reading a magazine and Brittany was… "Britt what are you doing?" she put the magazine down and noticed Brittany with her ears to her stomach, "talking to the baby" she said spontaneously, "… about what?" she asked confused, "well I read in the baby books that in the eighth week the baby develops all its little features, like eye lids!" She had never seen some one so excited about eye lids before.

"Peanut… jelly bean… baby brittana… oh god foetus!" Quinn was trying to come up with a nickname for the baby, but they were a bit… odd!

Considering it was nearly the end of September they decided to sit outside and soak up the heat before the fall came, "Quinn! God foetus… really?" Santana had her legs across her wife from the chair next to her, and Quinn sat opposite "excuse me! I think it's much better than what you called Beth… lizard baby?" the married couple couldn't help but burst into a round of laughter, "I'm sorry" she said blushing.

"So what should I expect?" Santana said sipping her water, "well… Vomiting, back ache, mood swings, weird cravings, dizzy spells, weight gain…" she noticed the look on her face, "really? You couldn't have lied to me?" she mumbled still gawping, "I'm sorry… how's the morning sickness?" she said jumping off topic, "you know I really don't get the 'morning' part considering its most of the day?" she explained, "it gets better, I think it stopped ninety per cent of the time when I hit around the five month interval" she felt bad knowing how it felt.

It was going dark and the garden lights lit up, Santana had not long dozed off on her wife's shoulder and the other two carried on talking, "I can't wait to be a mom" Brittany stated staring into the night sky, "how olds Beth again?" she asked, "eleven" she said with a smile, "no offense, but it's so weird to think you have an eleven year old daughter" Brittany giggled, "tell me about it, me and Puck were actually talking about her the other day…"

"He… he wants us to have another baby" she said her smile dropping slightly, which caught the blondes attention, she gently lay her wife's head on the pillow, and climbed around the table, sitting next to Quinn she snuggled into her side, "and?" she noticed her eyes glistening due to the tears, "I feel so guilty…" she felt sorry for her, "why?" she already knew the answer, "how can I have a child and love it and give it everything it needs, which I didn't even do for my first?" her voice choked slightly and a couple of tears dribbled down her face, "oh sweetie… you did everything Beth needed, you gave her a life that you knew you couldn't, you didn't give her up for you, you did it for her sake"

Quinn smiled realising how her friend was right, "how do you do that?" she smiled wiping away the tears, "what?" she asked unsure of what she was even talking about, "you always know how to make me feel better Britt" she smiled warmly towards the blonde.

It had been a couple of days since Quinn's visit, they had decided to go for a run through central park, "are you sure it's safe to run?" Brittany directed at her wife while stretching her legs, "yes Britt, the doctor told me exercise is good" as they ran Santana could see her wife eying her; "Britt?" she stopped in her tracks and pulled her arm, "what are you doing?" she put her hands on her hips.

"Just… you know k-keeping an eye on you" she couldn't help but smile at how cute she was being, "babe I'm fine if I don't feel good I promise I'll tell you… ok?" she talked like she was telling a child, "ok" Brittany sighed in reply.

They ran a good few miles before Santana stopped to catch her breath "ok… I'm done" she said keeling over, the blonde wrapped her arm around her waist and directed her back to the car, "I used to be able to go round here for hours…" she gave a look of misery, "well your pregnant, you're going to get tired much easier" she tried to sooth, she could tell the symptoms were becoming more frustrating.

"How about we go home and I make you one of those smoothie things you like?" she suggested to her quiet other half, "I think I'll just take a nap" her tone was down, in a way she felt bad for the Latino, she was the one who had to go through all the symptoms, then the labour… it was hard for her to say she wasn't disappointed she didn't become pregnant in their first attempts, but she knew Santana was going to be amazing through the whole thing, she thought she was amazing when she wasn't even pregnant.

Brittany knew one thing that would make Santana feel better… her mom, she gently crept into the bedroom where she was lightly sleeping, she placed herself on the edge of the bed with her phone, she had rang Mrs Lopez and put her on loud speaker, "Sanny?" she shook her arm slightly, "yeah?" she rubbed her eyes before turning over and leaning on her elbows.

"You're mom called, she wants to talk to you" she lied but seeing the joy in her face made it worth it, "hey mama" she perked up leaning towards the mobile on the bed, "hello sweetie, how's things?" she greeted,

"It's good"

"You don't sound too sure?"

"I'm just really tired" she slumped her head back into the pillow,

"Well me and your dad are coming over in three weeks" she became much more interested, "mom that's great, I can't wait to see you, tell dad I say hi" she smiled at her wife, "ok baby well I've got to go but I love both of you, ok?" she replied, "bye mama" they both said before Brittany put down the phone, "thank you" Santana mumbled, "why?" Brittany was never good at lying, she started to walk away, "you know why" her wife shouted as she walked down the hall.

"Let me help you" Santana was currently making dinner, "no I can do it… I'm pregnant not handicapped" she whined, "what are we having?" she wanted her attention, "I'm not telling you…" she teased back, "we… are… having… tomato pasta!" she said observing all her ingredients, "how did you know?" she joked, well at least she was smiling again.

"So I was thinking how we should tell people" the blonde said picking at the last of her plate, "and?" she said with her mouth full, "I don't know" she was obviously having one of her 'the old Brittany' moments, "we could just invite everyone to dinner and tell them there" Santana suggested, "or we could get an aeroplane that says 'Brittana baby'!" Brittany joked causing her wife to go into a laughing fit, "yeah babe because that's not over the top" she joked, she always knew how to make her laugh again.

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