Hi everyone! So, finally finished this chapter, yay! Also, if you're waiting for the next one of Sing It Stronger, don't worry, I've been working on that too.

Oh, and though this story will eventually be raised to an M rating, that doesn't happen in this chapter. But it will. If anyone has a problem with that, now you know.

"Ahh, Miss Berry," Dr. Wu greeted politely, barely raising his voice in surprise as he closed the door behind him, "Does your father know you're here?"

"No, Dr. Wu," Rachel shook her head, giving him a frantic, nervous smile, "And I don't want him to hear about it. Not yet."

"I can't tell him anyway…" Glancing down at the file in his hands, Dr. Wu walked over to where Rachel reclined on the examination table. "So we're doing an ultrasound to check how exactly far along you are," he started, looking up. When he noticed Santana sitting in the chair normally reserved for husbands or partners, hand wrapped around Rachel's, his eyebrows rose. "Miss Lopez. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Santana shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Can't really say the same thing, doc."

"Wait," Rachel glanced between Santana and Dr. Wu, then turned to Santana. "You know him too?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah," Santana nodded, shifting in her chair, "My father's a doctor, too, Rache. And this guy delivered me." That was actually one of the reasons why Santana had suggested going to Dr. Wu and not the other obstetrician. When the obvious questions would come up, he'd already have an idea about the… Unique situation.

Rachel gave her a teasing look. "Before or after you called the nurse fat?"

Santana smirked back, "Before, of course."

"Just making sure."

"Ah huh."

"As cute as this is, I'm afraid you aren't my only patient today," Dr. Wu interrupted, wheeling over what looked like to be part of the ultrasound machine, "And I'd like to get home in time to do my seasonal bonsai clipping. So." He looked at Rachel, "Would you like Miss Lopez to be in the room with you?"

"I'm already here, aren't I?" Santana snapped, "It's not like I just wandered in off the street." This was her baby, and she was not going to not be here.

Rachel nodded, squeezing her hand. "She's staying," she stated assertively, "I want her here."

Dr. Wu barely quirked an eyebrow, but his overall expression didn't change. "Okay. Then, lean back and we'll begin."

"I'm really pregnant…" Rachel whispered. "I mean, I already knew I was, but this just made it… Undeniable. Real."

"I know," Santana nodded, reaching out to gently push a stray lock of Rachel's hair behind her ear. Then, tracing her fingers down her jaw and neck, she smiled at the breathy noise it caused, and shifted forward to kiss Rachel deeply.

Letting out another breathy noise, Rachel pressed into the kiss, sliding her hand up Santana's side to help pull herself forward. Taking the invite and wrapping her arm around Rachel's waist, Santana groaned when the small girl slid her hand back down, pushing under her Cheerio skirt. "You sure?" she spoke into Rachel's lips, feeling herself starting to react with each slip of her fingers, "I'm fine with just cuddling."

"Santana Lopez, you are never fine with just cuddling."

"That's not true," Santana frowned at her, the effect ruined with a well-timed stroke along the top of her spanx that made her eyes flutter, "I may have a healthy amount of lust for you, but I can rein it in. You, however…" She shifted, hunching her hips up.

"I…?" Grinning, Rachel pushed the tips of her fingers under the waistband, "Mmm… I can feel you're already feeling it, aren't you?"

Oh yeah. "Yes…" Really, it wasn't fair how fast Rachel could get her ready to go. Starting to feel her underwear constricting, she retaliated by rolling Rachel onto her back. "You're going straight for it, aren't you?" she purred, dropping her head to kiss Rachel deeply.

Moaning and arching up into her, Rachel mmhmmed. "I just want to feel close to you," she whispered, sliding her hands up and down Santana's back.

Closing her eyes at the husky response and the feel of Rachel's body reaching for hers, Santana curled her fingers around her hip, pulling her tight against her. "I won't argue," she whispered, starting a slow, purposeful rock into her. "I always want to be close to you."

Stroking Rachel's belly, warm and soft and still wet with drying sweat, Santana took in every bump and dip along her girlfriend's ribs and hipbones. "I can't believe it," she whispered, leaning down to press a kiss just above her bellybutton. Smiling at the shiver her lips and hair caused, she slid up to kiss Rachel properly.

"What can't you believe?" Rachel asked, shifting over to cuddle up to Santana's side as she lay back, throwing a leg over Santana's.

Santana curled her arm around Rachel's shoulders. "That I'm a… Well, father. That you're a mother. That this happened." Shrugging slightly, she started stroking Rachel's hair.

Rachel nodded. "Honestly…" she started, her voice coming out soft and almost hesitant.

"Hmm?"

"I don't think I could have a better, as Puck would say, 'Baby Daddy'. You're here and you're willing, and…" Rachel swallowed, blindly looking for Santana's free hand, "I've never felt so loved."

Santana squeezed her hand. "That's because you are loved," she husked, emotion pressing at her throat. "Babe…" she moved her hand up to nudge Rachel's chin up so she could give her a long, firm kiss. "That's never going to stop."

Rachel's eyes fluttered open as tears started welling up. "Santana," she sniffed, "This is real."

"What?" A little alarmed, Santana crunched herself down so it was easier to look into Rachel's eyes, "Of course this is."

"No, no, I know." Rachel's lower lip trembled, and she curled herself up against Santana's body, hiding her nose against her neck; Santana quickly locked her arms around her, all her sense concentrated on the girl against her, "I just… This is incredibly sappy and I know I have millions of pregnancy hormones racing through my system, but San." Her arms curled around her neck, "I just need you to know that I have never felt like this before. You… I just love you."

Santana nodded, slamming her eyes shut from the tears that instantly appeared. Burying her nose into Rachel's scalp, she squeezed her tightly, "I love you too, Rache." She laughed softly. Due to her embrace, she was unable to wipe her eyes that were starting to itch a little, but you know what? Too fucking bad. She was holding her girl, and nothing else mattered. She grinned and pressed a kiss to Rachel's hair, "And I have no excuse for being so sappy. You're such a bad influence."

Rachel's body actually vibrated with the force of her responding laugh. "I'm the bad influence?" Her lips curved up against Santana's skin.

"You know it, babe."

"Ahuh. Sure." Kissing the underside of Santana's jaw, Rachel moved back, smiling affectionately. Gently pulling herself from Santana's arms, she sat up, creating an automatic appreciative mmm in the back of Santana's throat as she drank her body in. "Come back here," she pouted, lazily reaching forward to grab any part of Rachel's body she could.

Rachel smiled but shook her head, using the pads of her fingers to brush leaked tears from her eyes. "No, hun, your parents are coming home soon, remember? And though they love me, I really don't want to test that love if they find us doing something none of us want them to find us doing."

Oh yeah. Santana frowned, dropping her hand. "Fine, fine," she sighed, rolling onto her back and crossing her arms under her head, "You take the first shower while I start the laundry."

"Mmm, sounds like a plan." Not losing her smile at all, Rachel leaned forward to gently kiss her, and Santana thrilled at the feeling like she always did, kissing her back. No one had ever kissed like Rachel, and no one's lips had ever made her feel what Rachel's lips did. It was… Fireworks.

Caressing Santana's cheek as she pulled away, Rachel's smile turned calculatingly innocent, "Join me when you're done?"

Ohh. Santana grinned, rolling over to push herself up to kiss Rachel's stomach, then chest, then chin, and finally claimed Rachel's lips. "Count on it," she muttered, licking her lips as she pulled away to keep the taste of Rachel in her mouth. "Now go! I's needs to gets my laundry on if we's be wantin' to do this."

That earned a rolling of Rachel's eyes, but her girlfriend smiled anyway. "Cute!" she offered as she rose from the bed and started towards Santana's en suite bathroom, raising her eyebrow at Santana over her shoulder, "But be aware our child is not going to grow up speaking that way."

An instant wide smile crossed Santana's face. "We'll see," she called out, laughing when, in answer, Rachel pointed at her with a fake frown that morphed into a smile before the girl ducked into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her.

…God. Santana loved that girl.

But! Before she got to show her just how much she did, she had laundry to do. Jumping off her bed, Santana quickly pulled on the t-shirt and boxers she had tossed at the laundry basket the day before, swept her hair up into a loose ponytail, and turned back to her bed. Ugh. The only thing about sex she didn't like. Even if her parents were aware the two of them were having sex – hell, her father had given her condoms even before she and Rachel had seen each other naked – it would still be embarrassing to be caught red-handed. "Good thing it's about time for the weekly laundry anyway," Santana muttered to herself as she started stripping the bed.

As she was deciding whether or not to take the pillowcases as well, smiling when she heard the shower start up and the unmistakable sound of Rachel's singing, her eyes randomly caught sight of the manila folder she had set down onto the bedside table soon after she and Rachel had gotten to her house. Letting go of the sheets and comforter she had bundled up in her arms, Santana silently padded over.

Sinking down to sit on the side of the bed, she slowly picked the folder up, bringing it onto her lap. "Baby…" she murmured, opening it to stare, once again, at the grainy ultrasound. Her heart pounding in her chest, she reached out to trace over the little, tiny, precious lump that meant the world to her, whispering reverently, "My beautiful, sweet, bebé…" Love and affection exploded in her chest, and she had to close the folder before she burst into tears. However, unable to stop herself from brushing her lips across the top of the folder, she reverently placed it back onto the bedside table.

She had laundry to do. And then… She had a girl and a baby to worship.

"Who do you want to tell first?" Santana asked, propping her hands on Rachel's hips. The smell of her shampoo coming from Rachel's hair made her inordinately giddy.

Falling back into her, Rachel sighed. "I've been thinking about that. Santana," she reached back to pull Santana's arms around her waist, "I think we should start with your parents. My fathers don't… Well, there's no polite way to say this, really, but they don't know about 'you'."

Santana couldn't help but think that was a good thing. God knows they probably wouldn't have let Santana near their daughter. "And my parents could, hopefully, support us when we do tell them. Just… Promise me your dad won't kill me?"

"I promise Daddy won't kill you." Turning around in Santana's embrace, Rachel gave her a small, pale smile. "He'll probably turn red and threaten you, but he won't kill you. Now, me…"

Kissing Rachel's forehead, Santana mirrored her small smile, "He won't kill you. Not with his granddaughter or grandson being involved."

"Granddaughter," Rachel replied with almost certainty, smoothing out the collar of Santana's jacket.

Santana raised her eyebrows. "You sound so sure about that."

"Well…" Rachel smiled lopsidedly. She wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, leaning up for a kiss, "I'm almost sure. We're both girls, right?"

Santana nodded. "Technically…"

"Right. So no… Presumably… Y chromosome."

That made sense. Santana automatically felt herself melting. "We're having a daughter…?" she whispered, looking down at Rachel in awe.

Rachel smiled. "Yes," she nodded, her eyes dark and affectionate, "I believe so."

A daughter. "Hey," a thought came to Santana, and she squeezed Rachel's waist, "Beth'll get a new playmate."

Rachel's reaction was one she was not expecting. "I am not giving up my daughter!" she snapped, bursting into tears.

"Whoah, whoah, hey. Hey. Baby." Dismayed, Santana hugged Rachel tightly, "No, no, none of that. Don't cry. C'mon." Rubbing her hand up and down Rachel's back, she bit her lip as she tried to figure what the hell it had been that she had said that had set her girlfriend off. "Please, shh, shh. I didn't say that. I'm not asking that. No, no, shh."

Rachel's tears had already soaked through her shirt before the small girl calmed down enough for watery brown eyes to meet Santana's. Trying to smile, Santana raised a hand to start wiping away some of the old and still forming tear tracks on her cheeks with her thumb. "Hey…" she whispered, "You okay now?"

Rachel dropped her gaze. Fisting her hands in Santana's blouse at her waist, she sucked in a deep, wavering breath. Her voice was thick and low and Santana had to hunch down to hear her correctly, "I… I thought you were with me a-about keeping our baby."

What? "What?" Santana's mouth dropped open, panic slicing through her. Urging Rachel's head up, she stared at her, eyebrows knitting together, "Of course I am! That's never been in question! Baby – I – what… That wasn't what I said at all." Aware that her voice was rising when Rachel flinched at her tone, Santana forced herself to calm down, managing a caring smile onto her face as well when she met Rachel's eyes again. She tried to think back over everything they had said, but… No. Santana didn't get it. "I'm sorry, but… Rachel. You've completely lost me."

"I think I lost myself…." Rachel sighed, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Santana's breastbone, sliding her arms around Santana's waist. Easily encircling Rachel's shoulders, Santana sighed as well. "Pregnant hormones?" she suggested lightly, hoping not to set her girlfriend off again.

"It probably was, but even if it wasn't, can we still blame them?"

Santana grinned. "Sure," she agreed easily, pulling Rachel in close. Might as well start getting used to agreeing to whatever the pregnant woman wanted. "But you still want to tell me what you were worried about?"

Rachel relaxed her body into Santana's, nodding as she raised her head. "Kiss me?" she asked hopefully, looking a little uncertain.

Instead of answering verbally, Santana smiled and kissed her reassuringly. Really, when would she never want to kiss Rachel?

"Mmm…" Smiling when they both pulled away, Rachel swooped up to kiss her again. Then, taking a step backward to break their embrace, she grabbed one of Santana's hands. "But first…" Lacing their fingers together, she started drawing Santana out of her room, "Let's get something to eat."

"But I've already eaten," Santana deadpanned, grinning wickedly at the wild blush and digging of Rachel's fingernails into the back of her hand that got, "And if I recall correctly, so did you." Oh yeah. Rachel had.

Rachel halted in the middle of the hall. "Santana," she turned, arching her eyebrow at her, "Do you ever want the use of my tongue again?"

Oh, shit. Still. "Yessss…." Santana smiled mildly.

Walking forward, Rachel used her free hand to draw Santana's head down. "Then…" she breathed, brushing their noses together, making Santana shiver at the feeling of her breath blowing against her lips.

"Yesss…?" Santana repeated, almost whispering as well.

Directly against Santana's lips, Rachel smiled, "Feed me." But, before Santana could finish her wide, amused smirk, Rachel kissed her, nipping at her lower lip. "Real food, Santana."

Sigh. Santana made a face at Rachel, but acquiesced. "Fine. Let's gets to the kitchen."

"Thank you, honey," Rachel chirped, grinning and sliding her arm into Santana's, "I love you~"

A smile tugged at Santana's lips despite herself – god, she was so whipped – and she tucked Rachel's arm securely into her side, "I love you too. So, what are you hungry for?"

"Santana!" Rachel gasped, "Remember what we bought on the way home?"

"Aside from the whipped cream?"

"Yes."

"Okay, okay! No need to glare at me, babe. Bacon – again – it is." Jesus, it was like Rachel was trying to give Quinn a run for her money or something…

And god help her, Santana found it somehow… Scarily… Adorable.