Quinn rushed to her friend's house. They had made a deal they'd follow each other everywhere for the rest of their lives because they didn't want to be without the other.
When Quinn walked in she saw Santana folding the baby clothes and placing them on the coffee table while Brittany could be heard singing from the upstairs bathroom.
"Hey I came as soon as I listened to your message." Santana was gathering in the wonderful scent of baby. Quinn had never seen her friend like this before she looked happy. "Where's the baby, is she okay – is anything wrong with her – did somebody leave a note stuck to her?" Quinn was rambling on like a mad woman.
"Quinn she's – she's fine. Perfectly healthy doesn't have a mark or a scratch on her. I just don't see how someone could just leave their baby on a strangers door step. What should we do?" she asked.
Quinn was just about to tell her what to do when Brittany came downstairs bouncing the baby on her hip singing Patty Cake. She looked amazing "playing mom" the baby seemed to be taken a liking to Brittany and her childish ways.
"Hey Quinn would you look at her, isn't she just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? Oh my Santana – what should we feed her?" Brittany hurried to the kitchen. "We've got strawberry applesauce, left over mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets – and this should be perfect we've got bread – oh man she's gonna love this." Brittany pulled the bread from the basket and started feeding the baby a piece.
"How old do you guys think she is?" Quinn asked watching Brittany break pieces of the bread off.
"I don't know maybe five or six months, shouldn't we take her to a police station or something, maybe a firehouse or even to a hospital?" Santana was worried not about the baby about what could happen. How could someone just leave their baby it was unmoral.
Brittany walked into the room with the baby's head cradled to her chest. "You're not taking her from me okay she's mine – ours can't you see? The stork brought her here for us to have her, why do you want to give her away? You don't want a – baby?"
Santana watched her wife run up the stairs. She didn't want to get in trouble for having this baby that didn't belong to them.
"I gotta go make sure my wife isn't doing anything irrational. Give Andy a kiss for me and tell the hobbit I said hey."
She let her friend out and made her way to the master bedroom. She could hear soft cry's coming from the room so she looked in from the door at her wife and the little baby lying on the bed, Brittany was stroking her cheeks singing a song to her Santana knew all too well.
She lay down beside them and the baby's eyes quickly averted her way. "Are you looking at me – huh do you think I'm pretty or goofy? Or pretty goofy huh which one is it?" she squeaked in a baby voice making the little girl flail and giggle.
"What are we going to do with her?" Brittany asked whipping tears from her eyes. This was really hard she had always wanted a baby and she didn't want to give her up.
"Seeing you these last few hours with her makes me think you'll be a good mother but – brittany this is someone else's kid we have to report this. I promise you with all my heart that we can keep her if everything goes great tomorrow."
Brittany knew Santana wanted to be a mom just as much as she did she could tell by the way she was playing with the baby, holding her hands, gnawing on her fist, and inhaling her smell like it was a line of the most powerful drug none to man.
"Okay I promise, wait – what's tomorrow?" she asked stopping her wife from getting out of bed.
Santana had caved the moment she saw her wife feeding the baby girl bread she wanted this to be their baby; she had to do it the right way though. "We'll take her to the hospital tell them what happened. Have her checked out, and if they say we can keep her than we'll keep her. Besides I think you look great as a M.I.L.F, anyways."
Brittany leaned over and kissed her wife, she was happy that she had finally got the baby she had always wanted. "We still have baby clothes in the bedroom, from you know" both of their faces went cold at the mention of their one almost successful pregnancies, the room at the end of the hall was filled with baby clothes, diapers, lotions, soaps, toys, and even had a rocking chair in the corner near the window "do you think she should sleep with us?"
The baby lay between the two wives fast asleep like an angel her tiny fist balled up by her head, her plump belly raising and falling, soft snores coming from her open mouth. Santana couldn't believe this was happening to her again she was in love.
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