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Chapter 8: Nurseries, Appointments and Morning Sickness
Santana P.O.V.
I went over to the fridge to clean it out on a Saturday afternoon, because I hadn't cleaned it in a while, and wrenched open the door. I opened one of the bottom drawers and instantly smelled something horrible and rotting. I gagged and ran to the bathroom; I threw up my lunch into the toilet. Finn rushed down the stairs and into the bathroom, "San, are you alright?"
"I- I'm fine, can you get me a glass of water?" I asked; morning sickness had gotten more common for me lately. Anything that smelled bugged me.
"Sure, sure, right away." Finn went to get the water for me.
I took some sips of water, and Finn went to clean out the fridge while I watched the Housewives of Atlanta yell at each other constantly.
When Finn was done, he came into the room, "Hey, do you wanna get ready for your doctor's appointment now?"
"Okay, I'll get dressed in something nicer." I stalked out of the room.
In no time we were getting out of the car in the parking lot; I took hold of Finn's hand and walked inside. We took the elevator to the fourth floor and went to room 405. I told the lady at the desk, Roz, that we were here, and then I sat down with Finn. I flipped through a parenting magazine until I was too nervous to do so anymore. I leaned closer to Finn and he squeezed my hand lightly. In no time, though, they were calling the name Hudson.
We strode into the room and the nurse asked me some questions; then she left us in there to get ready for the doctor. I put on the little smockish thing that they gave me and laid down on the table. Soon enough Dr. Wendy Swan came in. She shook Finn's and my hand, then told us what she was going to do. She put the little thing with cold gel on it onto my stomach. She moved it around a little and said, "Well, there's the heartbeat; your baby is a healthy little one."
Finn smiled very widely and looked close to tears; Dr. Swan said, "Would you like to know the gender?"
"Yes." Finn and I said simultaneously.
"Okay, well, you two are now the proud parents of a baby boy! Congratulations." Dr. Swan said cheerfully.
Finn's smile got impossibly bigger and a little tear trailed down his cheek. I smiled and took hold of his hand. Dr. Swan gave us a video of the ultrasound and gave us some printed out pictures as well.
We drove home, and Finn breathed happily, unbelievably, "This is great, you're pregnant with my son!"
"Our son." I corrected happily.
"Yeah, our son; he's gonna be a great kid, I'll tell you that. He's gonna be a little Latino version of me, but I hope his personality is like your's." Finn gushed.
"I hope he's like you; cute and sweet and stuff. But, we've got to stop calling him just the baby, our son, or him; we have to think of names." I told Finn.
"He's not that close to coming out yet, so I don't think we have to think about that yet." Finn laughed.
"Well, Kurt's going to want to have an idea of what his name is. He's coming in town with Blaine and the twins tomorrow morning. He's staying until our baby is born. Kurt wants to help me design his nursery." I said, brandishing to my stomach.
"Cool, that'll be fun; I'm glad he's coming. They should stay here; in the guest bedroom." Finn nodded contentedly.
We had a nice, five bedroom house in the nice part of Lima, so, we had plenty of room for them to stay with us for a while, "I told him that they could all stay here, but your mom and Burt might want them over there for a couple of days, too."
"Well, we'll see." Finn muttered.
The next morning I sent Finn to the airport to pick up everybody who was coming into town. He arrived with Kurt, Blaine, Micah, and McKenzie in tow. The little four year olds jumped up and down screaming Finn's name over and over again. When they saw me, they screamed my name, too. I hugged them and I ruffled Micah's sandy colored hair and complimented McKenzie on her hair of the same color. I always admired their ice blue eyes as well; they were so darn cute, these kids were beautiful. I hugged Kurt and Blaine and I offered them coffee and I gave the little ones some donuts and apple juice. Finn brought their bags upstairs, into the guestroom. We laughed and told stories about the good times that we had together. Micah was bouncing on Blaine's lap and McKenzie was sitting prim and properly on Kurt's lap; they were laughing and giggling at the funny things that we all said. After we talked for awhile, Kurt shouted, "Well, Santana, let's plan out the nursery for your little baby boy!"
"Sounds good, let me show you the room that we are planning to have the nursery in." I answered enthusiastically. Kurt nodded happily and handed McKenzie over to Finn who tickled her and joked around with Blaine.
I took Kurt by the hand and led him upstairs. I brought him into a plain, little, rectangular room with a little, square entranceway, with two windows that faced out to the street. It had a normal closet, unlike the master suite that had a walk- in for me, and it was painted a cream color; it had reddish brown hardwood floors. "Well, well, well, what to do with this room; I'm thinking very hard on this one." Kurt paced around the floor.
He stopped and he seemed to be looking at the windows, "Do you have a color scheme, Santana?"
"No, I was going to leave it to you to figure out." I shrugged.
"Great! I'm thinking light, soft, baby yellow and a darker, almost forest green, but not quite; it will be a darker green, but not forest. We will get a crib and paint it the same exact yellow of two of the walls. Two green walls, two yellow walls. I'm thinking crib over there, changing table over there, and green rocking chair over there." He explained, pointing at random walls.
"Sounds good, but maybe a medium green because I think a lighter color will go better in a baby's room." I nodded.
"Good thinking, you can always repaint it when he gets older, too, so, yeah, that should work." Kurt agreed.
By the end of the week the room was painted and furnished; the finishing touch was just some stuffed animals, blankets, and little, cutesy animal pictures on the wall. I thought it looked good for a baby.
One night after Kurt, Blaine, and the kids had gone to bed, Finn and I were talking, "Finn, I think the baby should have two middle names, like hyphenated. I want our baby to have a piece of both our families, so I thought his middle name should be Christopher, for your dad, and Miguel, which is my dad's middle name."
"That sounds nice, Christopher- Miguel, I like it." Finn nodded in agreement.
"Good, but we still need a first name; I think that you should help me think of that name." I told him.
"Okay, but I don't know if you would like any of my name ideas…" Finn trailed off.
"C'mon, shoot; what are your ideas?" I asked.
"George."
"No, too old guy like."
"Michael."
"No, too plain."
"Shawn."
"Nah."
"Leo."
"No, cause then we would have to name him something like Leonard or Leonardo or something."
"Quasimodo."
"What the- where did that come from? It's way too hump- backy and weird!"
"Is that a no then?"
"Duh!"
"Okay, well um, Joseph."
"Too average."
"Grant."
"Huh, I actually like that one; it's cute." I pondered.
"Is that a yes then?" Finn wondered.
"Yeah, yeah, I like that." I nodded.
"Grant Christopher- Miguel Hudson, I like the ring of it." Finn laughed.
"Perfect." I nodded, "Just perfect."
I really hope you enjoyed! ideas are still welcome because after the baby i have nooo idea where im goin with this! help needed!
-W-P08