"It's time? That time?"
"What other time would it be?"
It's time!" Brittany screamed. She had run through this moment so many times in her head. She had mapped it out, planned for it. But, ultimately, when it came time to put the plan in action, she was frozen. None of the steps of the plan were coming to her at all. "Holy shit! What am I doing?"
Santana, was actively trying to stay calm in the face of Brittany's apparent paralysis. She took a few deep breaths, "Okay, well first, you need to get dressed," she said to her wife.
Brittany looked down at herself and realized that she was standing there in her bra and panties. Her jeans were hanging off one foot because she had yet to get them off around the shoe that was still on.
"Of course," Brittany said. She turned in a full circle, jeans wrapping around both feet, and ended up facing Santana again, "What should I wear?"
"Oh, I don't know, something off the shoulder. Maybe a little stonewashed denim," Santana said sarcastically. "Clothes! Any kind of clothes, Britt. Just get dressed."
"Yeah," Brittany ran over to retrieve her shirt, tripping a little. She kicked her pants from around her ankles and searched the room frantically, "The floor ate my shirt!"
"Get another one!" Santana screeched as the pain of a contraction started to hit her. "Ahhh! Damn! She's got a machete in there!"
Brittany, spooked by the sudden commotion, pulled a random shirt out if the hamper and put it on. She jogged back over to the bathroom entrance, "Is this too wrinkly for childbirth?"
"Babe," Santana cringed. "It's your boobie ad space shirt."
"No then?" the blonde asked, fully prepared to take it back off.
"No, it's fii-ahhne. I need pants! Get me pants."
Brittany hopped over to their dresser, pulling her own pants back up her legs. "Which pants?"
"Any pants that aren't soaked!"
She took out the first thing she came to. That thing just happened to be a ten year old pair of sweatpants from U Dub. "Pants! Mission Accomplished."
Brittany got halfway to the bathroom before Santana yelled, "And panties!"
That time, instead of rounding the bed again, she just flung herself across it, did a barrel roll and plucked some undies out of Santana's drawer.
"Alright!" she said unnaturally loud as she finally reached Santana. "Panties! I got your panties! They have tiny purple puppies on 'em. Is that okay? Of course, they are. Are they? Panties!"
Santana slipped them on, "They'll work."
"And pants," Brittany presented them grandly.
"Britt," Santana studied the pair of pants that were brought to her, "these are yours."
"So?"
"They're way too long!" Santana held them up. "And they won't fit over my belly."
"Make it work, woman. Now isn't the time to be picky," Brittany said as she pulled them from Santana's hands. She helped her change quickly and rolled the sweatpants up four or five times, ending at her wife's calves. "There. Problem solved."
"I look great."
"Next time, I'll get you a tailored birth suit."
"Oh, no," Santana protested. "Don't start with the next time shit."
"Okay, okay," Brittany ran back into their bedroom, furiously looking around. "Where's the bag? We packed a bag for this. Where's the bag? Where's the bag, Santana?!"
"You're freaking out!"
"I'm not freaking out," Brittany said as she stumbled over something on the floor. She picked it up. "Oh, there's my shirt. Should I wear this one?"
"No! Just wear the one you have on."
"But it's my boobie ad space shirt."
"Prime real estate," Santana commented.
"Okay," Brittany grinned at the compliment. "We're going to have to pack another bag."
"The bag's in front closet," Santana said. "And you need another shoe."
"Shoe!" That put Brittany back on track. She found and slipped on the one she had kicked off earlier. "Okay, I'm getting the bag!" She was about to dash out of the room when she had second thoughts. "Wait, no. You first. Then the bag."
"Let's both go and both get the bag."
"Okay!"
"Breathe, Brittany."
"Hee hee, hoo," the blonde replicated her Lamaze breathing from three years prior. "You should be the one breathing, though."
"I am breathing."
"Well, keep breathing, okay?"
"Alright," Santana took her hand. "You ready?"
"Yeah," Brittany answered. She got about three steps before asking, "Where's Max?"
"Asleep."
"Oh yeah." She went another couple of steps and asked, "Should I put some bleach on the tile in there?"
"No."
"It's new tile!"
"You need to focus."
Brittany had walked Santana nearly halfway down the hallway when the pain of contractions started to intensify. "Mother fucker, damn, shit, ouch, fuckingfuck. What the hell is she doing in there?!"
Jamie was the first to round the corner, "What's going on?"
"It's go time!" Brittany told her little sister. "Baby's a-coming!"
"Baby time?" Jamie squealed. She ran to where the family was gathered, "It's baby time, the baby's a-coming!"
Abuela hopped right off the couch and shut off the television, "About time! The baby's a-coming."
"You have to get to the hospital," Kurt shouted.
"Yeah, no shit, Kurt," Santana told him as her pain started to subside.
"We're going, we're going. We just need the bag," Brittany said, inching her wife closer to the door.
"I'll take you." Kurt hopped into action, pushing Sam out of the way. Literally. He pushed him down into the nearby sofa.
"Where's the bag?" Brittany asked again.
"I have a bag," Rachel said, excitedly throwing her purse at Brittany.
"Not that bag."
"I have a travel pack of Whoopsies in there," Rachel told her. "You're all set."
"This is not the bag I need!" Brittany tried to give it back.
"No, no," Santana swiped it. "Keep the damn bag. We can probably put at least one kid through college with this bag."
"I'll get her hospital bag," Maribel stated, making a move for the closet. "I know where it is."
"Yes, good," Santana said. "Mami will get the bag. Papi and Britt will help me get outside." Santana started directing traffic, "Jamie, you're in charge of Max."
"On it!" Jamie departed to get the boy.
"Thanks," Santana told her sister-in-law while passing Rachel's bag back off to Brittany. Brittany promptly dumped Rachel's things out in the floor.
"I've got a stopwatch!" Sam told them all after he recovered from being knocked off his feet. When he received several confused stares, he added, "For timing contractions."
"I've got the doughnuts," Papa Pierce announced as he darted toward the kitchen.
"Dad," Brittany said. "I'm not sure-"
"Just let him get the damn doughnuts. Otherwise he'll be a nervous wreck," Susan interrupted. "Let's move, people. This baby's a-coming."
"Okay," Maribel returned and presented Santana's birth bag. "Everybody stay calm."
Brittany took it and began to repack everything into Rachel's bag. "We've got the bag!"
Five minutes and a contraction later, they were all standing outside.
"No," Santana said for the fourth time. She gritted her teeth through the pain, "Not a chance."
"It's the best option," Brittany argued as they stood outside Rachel's limo, which was blocking all of the vehicles in the driveway.
"We're going in the limo," Brittany said flatly. She opened the door and tossed in the bag . "Come on."
"I've got some industrial plastic," Rachel said as she snapped at Figgins.
"Why do you have-" Susan started, but then realized. "Ohh...the drugboat incident."
"Can we not bring that up right now?" Brittany asked her mom. "It's not the time."
"When is the right time to bring a high seas, low speed chase featuring the Coast Guard?" Kurt asked corralling the best he could.
"Not now!" Brittany said with a dirty look.
"Let it go," Maribel scolded everyone.
They waited until Figgins did a quick roll of the plastic across the back seat before Rachel waved them toward the doors, "Everybody in."
Another two minutes and Sam was the first to realize they weren't moving, "Why aren't we going anywhere?"
"Figgins?" Rachel called over the limo intercom.
"The route is being generated," Figgins said back.
"Being generated?" Sam asked. He knocked on the partition, "Open up!"
As soon as they window lowered, Sam passed off his stopwatch to Kurt. He crawled through a pushed Figgins out of the driver's seat. "I'll drive, I know the quickest way!"
Sam got acclimated to the car as fast as possible and then screamed like a girl when he looked to the passenger seat. "Oh, hi Beiste. I had no idea you were there."
"I never ever leave Ms. Berry," Beiste said seriously.
"Then hang on."
Sam threw the car in reverse, backing up into the neighbor's yard. The stretch limo hit Old Man Wilson's garden gnome. The contact must have made the trunk pop open and seeing an opportunity to get back into the action, Figgins jumped in right before Sam put it in drive and took off down the street. He may have knocked over a trash can and nicked a mailbox, but they were on their way.
"Would anybody like a drink?" Rachel offered once they were on the road. She pointed to the limo's mini bar. "I'll be serving until we arrive at the hospital."
"Would anybody like a snack?" Papa Pierce asked as he held up his box of doughnuts. "I'll be eating until we arrive at the hospital."
Santana, who was recovering from yet another contraction, inspected her surroundings. "Brittany," she said.
"Three minutes apart," Kurt reported. "Three minutes everyone."
"I'm so excited," Abuela said with a huge smile, taking Roberto's hand.
"Britt," Santana said again as she did another pass at all the faces in the limo.
"Yeah, baby?" Brittany asked.
"Max."
Now Brittany was looking, "Oh shit!"
"Where's Max?" Santana said with more urgency.
"Where is Max?" Rachel pondered as she took another drink of her tiny pre-mixed Cosmo from her collapsible cocktail glass.
Brittany tried climbed over Rachel to get to the intercom button. "He has to go back!"
"Wait, where's Jamie?" Paul noticed there was another absence.
"Oh, thank God," Santana remembered. "Jamie has him."
"We're terrible parents," Brittany told her wife. "And now we're going to have two..Hee hee hoo...Oh my god, what have we done?"
"He's okay," Susan assured them as she held up the phone she was using to text Jamie. "She said she had just made it to the front door when the limo took off. Max refused to put on any clothes. Also, somebody needs to let Figgins out of the trunk at some point."
"Terrible parents," Brittany said again. She then did a double take, "Who's in the trunk?"
"Just Figgins," Rachel dismissed it. "He can let himself out."
"It's okay, Bri-aahhh!" Santana clutched at her midsection.
"Less than three minutes, people!" Kurt said.
"Okay, this is all escalating really quickly!" Brittany said with wide eyes.
"It's perfectly fine if you need to give birth in my limo," Rachel said nonchalantly. "I've got some bar towels and Beiste is a certified midwife."
The partition of the limo rolled down at that moment, "I brought my forceps," Beiste said nonchalantly.
"We'll let you know," Rachel called to her. "Roll your sleeves up just in case."
"I'm not-ahh, hoo, ahh-giving birth in your-ahh-damn limo," Santana told her as she battled through the contractions.
"Squeeze my hand," Brittany told her. When she did, Brittany squealed, "Ow, ow, you're breaking my hand!"
"Breathe through it," Maribel said as she patted her daughter's back.
"I am breathing!" Santana yelled.
"Me, too!" Brittany shouted.
When she felt a bit better, Santana told them, "I'm not giving birth in this limo. My daughter is going to think she's a Kardashian."
"Or worse...one of those Pitt kids," Rachel said, tipping back her second drink. "But personally, I don't think you have to worry about it, dressed like that."
"Shut up before I make him pull this limo over!" Santana glared.
"He can't pull over," Roberto barked. "We don't have time."
"Just calm down," Rachel told Santana. "Have a drink or something. It'll take the edge off."
Before the response that was right on the edge of the pregnant woman's tongue, they were slowing to a halt. Sam rolled right up to the entrance of the hospital and jogged back to open the door. What he didn't know is that Kurt was already on that task. He flung open the door. Poor Sam never saw it coming and was knocked on his ass for the second time.
"Lady giving birth here!" Kurt broadcasted. "Need some medical assistance!"
The limo had definitely drawn some attention, but the not the kind he wanted. A mix of interested parties had gathered around talking about who might be in the fancy car.
Santana, herself, was blocked in by Brittany. Brittany was blocked in by Rachel. And, unfortunately, Rachel wasn't ready to get out quite yet.
"I just saw some cell phone flashes," Rachel tried to get a look at how big the audience was.
"Move, bitch," Santana screamed at her.
"I'm not even camera ready," Rachel complained.
"Rachel!" Susan had had about enough. "Get out!"
"Now!" Paul demanded as he shoved a half-eaten doughnut in his pocket.
Brittany caught him, "Dad!"
"Rachel!" Kurt yelled at her from outside the vehicle.
"Kurt!" Sam complained, dusting himself off.
Suddenly the other door opened and Beiste was there hefting Santana out.
"Beiste!" she exclaimed.
"San!" Brittany's attention was shifted back to her wife.
The bodyguard was not to be stopped, though. She carried Santana right in past the sliding doors. Brittany tumbled in right behind them, clutching the new birth bag.
"There's a baby a-coming," Beiste told some nurses gathered. "I can scrub in if you'd like."
"I would not like!" Santana made it very clear, very loudly.
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"This is torture!" Santana squealed at the end of another contraction. "This kid is some kind of fucking ninja voodoo monster."
"I know it hurts," Brittany held Santana's hand with both of hers at the side of her hospital bed. "But our daughter is probably not a ninja monster."
"Of course not. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the brunette breathed. "But she's definitely a Lopez. I can tell by the tantrum."
Brittany kissed her knuckles, "That's a good thing, honey."
"Mrs. Lo-oh-pez?" a woman practically skipped through the door. "How are you, prospective mother?"
Santana glanced over to Brittany who shrugged in return.
"I'm ready to get this baby out of me," Santana answered.
"Oh, I bet," the woman gave her a toothy grin. "I'm Molly...Nurse Molly. I'll be your delivery nurse."
"Do you want a cookie?" Santana asked.
"Or a doughnut," Brittany added after a beat. "My dad has doughnuts in his pocket."
"Oh no," Nurse Molly patted her stomach, "I'm dieting. I'm just here to check it out down there," she said.
"You did not just..."
"She did, she totally did." Brittany said, eying the nurse.
A minute later, Molly's head appeared above Santana's gown. "You're looking good in there! Nice and dilated. She should be here anytime. It's a great night for delivering baby! You're going to love it, such a great experience. You'll feel so much like a woman." And very much to Santana and Brittany's surprise, Nurse Molly followed it up with a very robust impression of Aretha Franklin, "Yooooo make meee fee-eel like a nat-ur-al woooo-man, yeah!"
"Make her stop," Santana said to Brittany, the danger in her tone evident.
"Thanks Nurse Molly," Brittany said politely.
"Go away, Nurse Molly," Santana said less politely.
"I will for now, but I'll be right back," Molly said with some oomph and a shoulder wiggle.
"What the fuck was that?" Santana asked soon as the woman left the room.
"I have no idea," Brittany answered. She climbed up on the bed and wedged herself behind her wife. "How 'bout I rub your back?"
"Yes, please."
Brittany rested her chin on Santana's shoulder as she trailed her hands up and down her back, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think our kids are really really lucky."
"That goes without saying."
Brittany pressed her lips against Santana's neck for a quick kiss. "I mean, because...well, they'll get to be with you...all the time."
Santana peered up at her. "You're okay with that?"
"Of course, I'm okay with it," Brittany answered. "I'm doing really well at work-"
"Understatement."
"-Aaannd we're still sitting on the Rachel Berry severance package-"
"And earning interest."
"I'm absolutely okay with it," Brittany smiled broadly. "I think it's great. Don't get me wrong, Manny the manny is awesome. But..."
"We'd both feel better about them being at home...with one of us."
"Exactly," Brittany agreed. "And maybe Rachel and Kurt will finally be able to talk you into taking your job back?"
"We're not moving."
"Who said anything about moving?" Brittany said. "You can do just about anything from anywhere. Being Rachel's publicist with the option to turn her off sounds kinda perfect."
Santana nodded, "You're right about that."
"You have plenty of time to think about it."
"Yea-aaahh!" Santana clutched Brittany's thighs. "Holy mother of shit!"
"Keep breathing through it, honey," the blonde jumped into supportive partner mode. "You're doing great. So good, San."
"How. The. Hell. Was this so much easier for you?"
"It wasn't easier for me," Brittany stated.
"Yeah, right," Santana seethed. "You just popped Max out like...you were...coring an apple."
"Coring an apple?"
"I'm busy trying to give birth," Santana told her. "I'm not exactly on my game."
"I hear a very excitable mother to be," Nurse Molly said upon reentry. "How's it going, ladies?"
"Oh, everything's fucking awesome!" Santana sneered. "I'm having a great time. Ahhh-mazing. "
"Good suggestion," Nurse Molly said as she studied the monitors. "A-mazing grace, how swe-et the sound-"
"No!" Santana stopped her. "Absolutely not. No."
"San," Brittany tapped Santana's shoulders. "Don't get worked up."
"Your wife is right, you really shouldn't. We have to keep your blood pressure under control," Molly said sincerely. Then she added in tune, "Un-der pres-sure."
Santana growled while Brittany held tightly around her shoulders. "It's not too much longer."
"If I wanted a soundtrack to this particular event, I'd let Rachel sing all her favorite theme songs while Beiste delivered the baby in the limo."
"I do believe that's the lesser option."
"Brittany, I know you totally get this. I know you were in this position before, okay," Santana said. "But there is a human being trying to escape my womb right now, and if Nurse Molly tries to start a sing-along one more time, I'm going to kill her with my bare hands."
"Let's not do that," Brittany said.
"I'm going to."
"No, you're not."
"Ohhhhhh...Sugar pie, honey bunch," Molly sang.
Santana lunged at her as much as she possibly could, "I'm gonna get ya!"
"Molly, you in danger, girl," Dr. Tibideaux told her nurse as she burst into the room. After a check, she looked up at Santana. "You're almost there. Just a little bit longer."
"Dammit!" Santana hissed.
Half an hour later, she wished she could go back. "I'm going to fucking kill you for this!" she screamed as she gripped her wife's shirt.
"I'm sorry, baby," Brittany whispered. "I love you so much."
"I'm really starting to question that."
Santana had been pushing for what seemed like forever and she didn't seem to making a whole lot of progress.
"Without drugs," she said through clenched teeth. "I blame you," she glared at Brittany.
"You can blame me all you want, honey," Brittany told her.
"Good," Santana said. "Because I do."
"I know."
"And I will for-ev-er."
"That's fine." Brittany was using her most soothing voice. "But right now, let's push, okay."
"Oh my god," Santana took another deep breath. "I can't, I can't."
"You can," Brittany held tight to her hand. "You can do it, San."
"Bri-itt, don't make me," Santana whined.
"It's too late for that."
"Alright, Santana," Dr. Tibideaux said calmly.
"I can't!"
"Santana Lopez, you're gonna have this baby," Nurse Molly screamed in her face. "You best start pushing, girl. Push it! Push it go-od!"
"Fucking hell," Santana gave in. "Anything to make you stop."
"Bear down!" Brittany shouted in encouragement. "You can do it. You're amazing. Go for the gold!"
"The baby's crowning, Santana," Dr. Tibideaux announced from between her legs.
Brittany took the few steps to get a look, "Oh sweet jesus, there's the head!"
"Bri-itt!"
"She has your hair!" Brittany said, eyes wide. "Shorter, but still. A pixie cut maybe."
Santana reached for her wife, "Come here."
"Okay, okay," the blonde rushed back to hold Santana's hand. "I'm here. I'm here. Keep pushing."
"Ahhhhh-I'm fucking pushing!"
"We've got shoulders," the doctor relayed.
"She has shoulders!" Brittany said happily.
Agonizing moments later, Santana was relieved to hear the first cries of their baby girl.
"Oh my God, San," Brittany couldn't keep the wide smile off her face. "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen...well, except for the blood and mucus."
"You want to cut the cord, Mommy?" Dr. Tibideaux asked.
"I would love to!" Brittany said.
"I cut the cord," the blonde told Santana as they both watched the nurse clean and wrap up the baby like a burrito.
In no time, she was in Santana's arms. "Oh wow," she said.
"Look at what you did," Brittany said through tears. "She's gorgeous, Santana."
"She is. A nice set of lungs, too," Santana commented on her cries. "And we already know she's quite the dancer."
"She's already a triple threat," Brittany smiled.
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"We should have heard something by now," Susan said as she paced the length of the waiting room.
Paul grabbed her by the hand as she passed, "Have a seat."
When she did, Maribel tapped her knee, "Soon."
Despite the comforting gesture towards Brittany's mother, she clutched at Roberto's hand even tighter. He gave her a reassuring smile and repeated her word, "Soon."
"You really think?" Sam asked. "I hope so."
When Brittany appeared, everyone automatically stood.
"It's a girl!" she announced. "She's perfect. San's perfect. Both are healthy and perfect and beautiful!"
"Yesss!" Sam shouted above the din of the room. "It's before midnight, I won the pool. Pay up suckas!"
"Shut it, Shaggy," Rachel punched him in the arm.
The first person Brittany could get to was her mom, who she hugged tightly. "I have a daughter," she whispered.
"Congratulations, sweatheart," her mom said. A second later she felt the unmistakable arms of her father circling her as well.
"Is Jamie bringing Max?" she asked.
"On her way," her father answered.
"Good," Brittany smiled at him before looking for Maribel. She met her mother-in-law's eyes and gave her a reassuring nod. "They're both fine. She was amazing. And the baby...is..." Brittany swallowed the lump in her throat, "You should all be able to see the baby soon."
She soon found herself in the middle of a Lopez family hug.
"Does she have a name yet?" Abuela asked.
"We still haven't decided."
"You have to name her!" Santana's grandmother scolded her.
"That's our first order of business, Abuela," Brittany promised.
"The important thing is that she's healthy," Roberto reminded his mother.
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"She's beautiful," Susan beamed through the nursery window. "Isn't she beautiful?"
"She is," Paul agreed as he gave Brittany a one-armed hug. "Congratulations."
"Thanks Dad," she said as she wiped a tear from her eye.
Roberto put his hand on her other shoulder, "She looks just like Santana as a baby."
"She really does," Maribel agreed.
"She's really something," Sam said as he studied her through the window. When he saw Kurt's reflection, he gave him a slight smile. "This is really cool."
"Did they make you take the oath?" Kurt asked.
Sam nodded, "Yeah."
"I guess we'll both be a part of this family for a long time, then."
"I hope so," Sam said.
"Me, too," Kurt said to him. He leaned forward just a little to catch a glimpse of Rachel, "Hey."
When she turned to him, he could see the tears streaming down her face.
"Oh, Rach," he chuckled, holding his arms out. "Come here."
"I can't help it," Rachel said, accepting the hug. "She's so gorgeous. She looks just like a royal baby, except she's wearing a cheap hospital beanie and had no armed guards. Best of all, I get to be her fairy godmother."
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"You are going to be loved so much, little girl," Santana told her daughter as she slept on her chest. "By me, by your Mommy, by your big brother, and by your whole crazy family. You'll meet the rest of them later. They're pretty great, but don't tell them I said that. Especially Rachel. You'll meet her, too. She'll probably introduce herself as your fairy godmother. I'm sorry about that."
"Hey," she heard a quiet voice coming from outside the hospital room. She smiled her full dimply smile when she saw it was Brittany.
"Speaking of your Mommy," Santana whispered to the baby, "she's back. Yay!"
"And I brought someone." Brittany stepped into the room, carrying Max. "He wanted to say 'hi' to his little sister."
"Hi Max," Santana waved the baby's arm a little. "Come on in."
Max gave her a bright smile and waved back. "Hi."
"You want to see Momma?" Brittany asked.
He nodded shyly.
"Switch?" Brittany asked when she approached the bed.
"Yeah," Santana held out their baby girl for her as she placed Max on the edge.
"Be careful with Momma," Brittany reminded him. He leaned up just a little as the baby got handed off, curious to see his sister's face. "What do you think? Do you like her?"
"Uh huh," Max answered. He held out his hand to touch her, but stopped just short. He looked at Brittany to make sure it was okay.
"Check it out," Brittany took Max's hand and moved it so the baby could wrap her hand around his finger. "Cool, huh?"
"Coo," he smiled.
Santana smoothed down his hair in the back, "Did your Aunt Jamie let you pick out your clothes?" she asked as she got a good look at him.
"He put up quite a fight," Brittany filled her in.
Santana pulled him back to sit next to her. She gave him a kiss on his head, "Max, we've got to conquer this clothes issue."
"Maybe he finds them restrictive."
"Maybe so," Santana said. "But we can't be the parents that let our kid flash the neighborhood."
"So what," Brittany shrugged.
Santana let it go as she hugged her son and watched her wife get acquainted with their new daughter.
"She's amazing, Santana," Brittany said as she bit her trembling lip. "You're amazing."
"So is he," Santana ruffled Max's hair. "So are you."
The little family moment was broken up when Brittany's phone started to ring. She took a frustrated breath, "I meant to turn that off."
"Who is it?"
"The office," Brittany said, trying to silence the call.
"Two weeks," Santana reminded her.
"I think it's going to be a little longer," Brittany said with a smile. She finally got a hold of the device in her pocket and pulled it out.
"It's Chawlie," Max said recognizing his Mommy's Peanuts ringtone.
"You're right," Brittany said, punching the button that made the ringing stop. "It's Charlie."
"Charlie," Santana said, mostly in thought. She looked over to Brittany, "Charlie?"
Brittany took a long look at the baby, "Charlotte?"
"Classic," Santana agreed.
"It suits her," Brittany said.
"Charlotte Pierce Lopez," Santana suggested.
"No hyphens," Brittany shook her head.
"No hyphens," Santana agreed. "Pierce can be her middle name."
"Whatcha think Max?" Brittany asked. "You want to name the baby Charlie?"
Max, ever dutifully, agreed.
"Baby-naming genius," Santana gave him another smooch.
"Alright Charlie," Brittany talked to the baby as she got up. She walked to the opposite side of the hospital bed and made herself a spot next to her wife. "This is your family," she said as the four of them huddled together.
Santana hugged her son closer and laid her head on Brittany's shoulder. She brushed Charlie's cheek with her free hand, "This is our family."
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Thank you Alex. Thank you Reyes. Thank you Uvaack. Thank you grape koolaid.