MONTH 6

Santana looked at her wife's doctor with anxiety. "So what, Doctor? Do I need to feed her more or what? I don't think she's bloating up."

"Mrs. Lopez, your wife is doing okay. In fact, I would advise you to let her eat the same diet programs," Doctor Amanda Burns said. "Not all fat babies mean it's a healthy baby."

"But she's been tripping to the bathroom more often than ever," Santana pointed out. "Do I stop letting her having fruit juices?"

"It's a normal thing, unless your wife have difficulty in urinating, that is a burning sensation or it's extremely troublesome," the obstetrician-gynecologist said. "The baby's head will exert more pressure on the bladder, causing your wife to have the urges to urinate, even though there is a little amount of urine in the bladder."

"Oh, okay," Santana sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just so...paranoid. I just want what's best to the both of my wife and my baby."

"I understand, Santana," the doctor smiled. "I do suggest that you should see a family counselor once in a while, to help the both of you cope up, if being the best of there is was your interest."

"Mhm, I'll try to get one tomorrow," Santana smiled. "I knew some people to help me out."

Santana sat on one of the plastic chairs to wait for Doctor Burns as she ran tests on Brittany, just to make sure she's expecting a healthy childbirth. Last month, Santana knew she's expecting a baby girl and today, she's excited to see her little bundle of joy again.

"You can come inside now," Doctor Burns peeked from the door and Santana shot up from her seat. She quietly slipped in and saw her Brittany lying on the examination table, only clad in a clinical gown.

"Hey, honey," Santana cooed beside Brittany. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Look at Isabella," Brittany smiled a thick, wet smile as she looked up to the ultrasound monitor. "Look at our baby."

Santana took a look at the fuzzy lines across the screen and she tapped it with her nails. "Yo, baby. How'd ya doin'? Yo' momma's jumpin' to see ya'."

Doctor Burns just let out a chuckle as she looked at the doe-eyed doofus that was Santana. She had practically melted each time Santana and Brittany comes to her clinic for check-ups. One can see their sweetness everywhere. Their connection is evident, even when they are just speaking.

"Doctor Burns," Santana called at the doctor as Brittany went to get changed along with a nurse. "Is it okay if I feed Brittany a hot fudge sundae for today? Just for today?"

"It's alright Santana, as long as you don't do it very often. Sugars and caffeine are things you should provide in minimal amounts. It's also better if you request a low-fat milk for her ice cream."

"Thank you, Doctor Burns."

After staying in the clinic, Brittany and Santana drove to the Lima Bean. Quinn was supposed to meet up with them, but she was unfortunately tied up with work. So, Santana and Brittany quietly sipped their drinks as they sat looking around.

"Remember, Britt...when we were younger. I was seventeen and so are you," Santana smiled. They were sitting on the same sides of a booth in the corner and they looked over the room full of McKinley students.

"And we used to sit on this very same booth," Brittany supplied. "And did so many, many nasty things..."

Santana recalled the secret things they have done under this booth in the corner. Stroking gently...skin to skin, just pure bliss young and skinny love can only offer. But now...that bliss was long gone – and long been replaced by a stronger, more concrete love.

"I can't believe that after years and months and countless break-ups...we're still gonna end up here together...this is my favorite booth," Santana grinned and sighed at the same time.

"This is my favorite booth, too."

"Who knows, maybe our little Isabella will also have this as her favorite booth? And maybe, this is where she'll meet the guy she'll have in her life forever?" Santana chuckled.

"Or maybe a girl..."

"Or maybe a girl..." Santana echoed as she cuddled into her wife even more. "Maybe she'll love a fruity smoothie...or a sundae..."

"You imagine too much, wifey," Brittany grinned. "Afraid you won't have much time to imagine when the dirty diapers come?"

"Brittany," Santana smiled lovingly and tapped her wife's nose, successfully putting some whipped cream on the tip of it. "I am starting to imagine them."

They stayed in the coffee shop for a while, with Santana enjoying a cup of iced cinnamon latte while Brittany enjoyed a soya milk sundae topped with several chocolate chips and a hot chocolate fudge.

Halfway into her drink and pastries, Brittany decided that they should be heading home. So, she coaxed her wife to stand up and they both went out of the coffee shop, together and hand in hand.

They both had vegetarian dinners to go with, and Santana started to rest her feet over her desk and Brittany started to read yet another issue of Reader's Digest. Santana twirled her pencil across her fingers again, just trying to think of yet another design to present to the board of trustees tomorrow morning.

Her wife fell asleep on the couch, and Santana just sat there, watching as Brittany's chest fell softly and slowly. She quietly cradled her wife's head and whispered that they have to go to the bedroom, otherwise they'd fall asleep in the living room.

With great effort, Santana tucked Brittany in. Watching her wife placidly, an idea suddenly hit Santana. She quietly stepped out of their bedroom and into her messy workroom. She took out the dusty guitar that sat on the corner of the disorderly room and she strummed it with her fingers. It was a little off the key, since it had been so long since she had played it, but she tried to tune it manually. Santana hurried to reach off for her camera and started to sing in front of the contraption.

You're just a small bump unborn, in three months you'll be brought to life,
You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes,
I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can,
But for now you're scan of my unmade plans,
A small bump in three months, you'll be brought to life
And I'll whisper quietly, I'll give you nothing but truth,
If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you

You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.

Oh, you're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin.
With a smile like hers and dimples beneath your chin.
Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice,
Your eyelids closed 'till they'll soon open wide,
A small bump, in three months you'll open your eyes.

And I'll hold you tightly, I'll tell you nothing but truth,
If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you

You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.

And you can lie with me, with your tiny feet
When you're half asleep, I'll leave you be
Right in front of me, for a couple weeks
And I will keep you safe.

'Cause you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you will be alright...

Satisfied with what she had done, she turned off the camera's video mode. She hurried back to their bedroom, where Brittany was still sleeping peacefully. She cuddled into Brittany's warmth and willed herself to sleep. She slung her arms around her wife's bulging waist and seconds later, Santana fell into a slumber.

The sun wasn't up yet when Santana woke up and she still quietly padded to the bathroom to brush her teeth as usual. She washed her mouth, she brushed her teeth, and she took a quick shower for work. She cut up baby potatoes and she boiled them in a boiler while she cut up a pineapple boat for her and for her wife.

Santana made a mental note to ask for a blank CD from Janice first thing off when she gets into the office that day. And she also added that she should be calling Emma Pillsbury sometime this week.

After she had made sure that the concerns in her house had been tended to and had been safely tucked in, Santana left for her office. But, before she could forget, Santana dashed back to her workroom to take the camera with her. She'll do the video editing in the office later.

"Bye, babe," Santana kissed Brittany's lips as she made her way out of the house. "Have a good day. Call me if you need anything."

"Yeah, sure," Brittany answered with a curt nod. She then smiled at her Latina wife. "Don't overwork yourself too much."

"I won't," Santana promised and crossed her heart. Then her head disappeared into the car as she got in and she pulled out of the gravel covered parking space of her house.

Santana drove through the usual morning traffic that she had gotten so used to. Janice was in her usual attire and too little amount of make-up, but then again it was her usual do so Santana just smiled at everyone in the office before she went to work.

"Sam Evans called if you could have another batch of deliveries done earlier this week because he's running out of stock," Janice informed her as she sat on the mahogany desk she had owned for a couple of years and she looked up to her secretary.

"Tell him I'll try to squeeze it in the delivery schedules," Santana answered. "Janice, what's on my schedule today?"

Janice turned to flip a clipboard and seemed to check on it for a few seconds. "You have your monthly meeting with the graphic artists this morning and then there's an appointment with Mr. Bays for the construction in Texas."

"Ah, that. Remind me of that, okay?" Santana grinned at Janice and the secretary just smiled at her boss.

"Of course, Santana. I will."

After Janice had left,Santana just stayed watching her video and she started to upload it on the storage device. She hurriedly closed her laptop when Janice came into the room to remind her of the revenues.

"Hey, Janice," Santana said breezily as she whipped her laptop close.

"The graphic artists are waiting for you in the conference room," Janice smiled at her boss.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a minute," Santana grinned. Janice started to leave the room, but Santana called her.

"Hey, Janice, can you send this to...uhh..." Santana scratched her head. "I...uhh...I recorded something."

"Is this about you asking me if you sound good enough when singing?" Janice asked with a quirked brow.

"Umm..." Santana scratched her head again, failing to hide a total lopsided smile. "I made my daughter a song and I was hoping I could send them to some LA recorder or something. You know?"

"Mhm...I'll see to it, Mrs. Lopez," Janice grinned as she accepted the CD.

"And just so you know, Janice, you-can't-watch-it, okay?" Santana said with mock seriousness.

"Okay, Mrs. Lopez. I won't," Janice smiled. "What would I put on the envelope as the return address?"

"Address it to my house," Santana smiled. "Brittany won't bother picking up the mail if it's addressed to me. And I know it won't be returned because it will be accepted. And Janice, I sure do hope that THERE WOULDN'T BE A RETURN ADRESS."

Janice just nodded and went to the direction of the conference room to notify the graphic artists and illustrators and the board of trustees that Santana is coming underway for their monthly meetings. She easily set up the projector to use and ordered coffee for everyone.

Santana came in the room five minutes later, carrying a couple of paperwork. She presented their inventories, their sales and the ongoing improvements of the company. Santana pointed out that things should be done in a minimalistic thing, nothing seemed to be wrong, except for Janice always peering into the room and holding out the cordless phone from her office.

"So, ladies and gentlemen," Santana looked around at the board. "Any other questions?"

"None...so far," they chorused like a group of thrushes on a summer day.

"Good," Santana smiled. She quickly slipped out of the conference room, and went out to retrieve the cordless phone from Janice, who was waiting for her in the hallway.

"Hey," Santana spoke through the phone. Brittany's happy voice chittered through the air.

"Hi, San! Whatup?" Brittany gushed.

"Just done my meeting with the department supervisors, what about you?"

"I just finished tending to the plants. Sanny, can we go out shopping today?" Brittany pleaded into the line. "Please?"

Santana stood silently on the floor, trying to weigh the extent of importance between her wife begging on the other line to spend the afternoon with her or her business clientele. Brittany's voice pleaded on the line again.

"San...please?"

"Of course, yes!" Santana almost yelled. "I mean, yes. I have an appointment this afternoon, but yeah. I'll push it tomorrow morning."

"But, San. You didn't tell me you have an appointment with someone today," Brittany's voice suddenly sounded hollow and sad. "Let's just put off the shopping another day."

"But baby," Santana cooed. Santana's employers just looked at Santana with an understanding eye. Santana hushed into the phone again. "Family first, baby. I'll put you first."

"But San..."

"I'll pick you up for lunch," Santana promised. "Bye baby. I have to go talk to Janice for a while." Santana disconnected the call and looked out for Janice.

"Yo, Jan..." Santana chittered. "Can you push that appointment I have for Mr. Bays? If you can't you face him."

"But, Santana," the secretary said softly, not wanting to annoy Santana. "I thought..."

"My wife just called, and wanted me to go shopping with her," Santana replied as she hastily ordered the paperwork on her desk. "So I need you to push that appointment. Please?"

Janice conceded anyways. No one will ever win against Santana Lopez when it comes to Brittany. She sighed and nodded softly to her boss. "Okay, Santana. I'll try to push it."

"Good. Thanks, Janice."

"You're welcome Santana."

Janice watched her boss as Santana moved around the office, collecting and picking up pieces of paper. "Hey, Janice, have you mailed it already?"

"Yes, I did. I gave it to the mailman earlier."

"Good," Santana grinned as she made her way out of the office. "Have a good day, Janice!" Santana whizzed out of the room and headed to her car. She drove straight to pick up her wife for lunch.

They dined in a fancy Italian restaurant. To Santana's delight, there was a whole batch of creamy buttered breadsticks served to them. Hastily Santana chewed on one and Brittany's eyes watched her in amusement.

"Wha'?" Santana blurted out in a full mouth, the breadsticks stuck on her tongue, making her voice a little muffled. "Wha'r y'looking at, Bri?"

"Nothing, you look so hungry," Brittany noted as she twirled her white spaghetti around her plate with her fork. Somehow, Brittany seemed to have developed a liking for pasta so much over the course of her pregnancy.

Santana washed down her breadsticks with a gulp of iced tea. "I haven't eaten breadsticks for years, Britt."

"Which actually happened to be last week," Brittany grinned. "Mikeywikey took us to BreadstiX."

Santana groaned. "It's just an expression."

Brittany impishly grinned. "I know right. But you looked like a caveman devouring all those breadsticks, San."

"Oh no, you didn't just say that!" Santana fake-winced and smiled at her wife. "Take it back, Brittany. Take it back!"

"You heard me," Brittany giggled at the smiling Latina.

Santana put her signature pout on full display. "That's enough to break me."

"Not regretting," Brittany countered and laughed. In the blonde's laughter, Santana's throaty laugh joined in. For a few moments they stayed laughing, and then they quieted down to hushed giggles. "They taste better than BreadstiX, though. A lot creamier and buttery. Don't you think so, San?"

Santana looked at Brittany. "Hellz no. Nothing's better than my stix."

"Whatever, Lopez," Brittany chortled out and then she leaned further into Santana, who was sitting beside her. When the two women go into restaurants, they usually sit on the same side of the table, because they preferred it. Santana usually reasoned that she doesn't really think much about it, but in actuality, she loved it that they sat that way because she can feel a lot closer to Brittany.

"So, Britt, where after this?" Santana asked as she popped in a few more sticks into her mouth, alternating it between meatballs and pasta. "I mean, we should take a stroll in the park or some shopping."

Brittany turned to Santana and seemed to consider her options for a moment. "Hmm...duck ponds!"

Santana smiled knowingly. Taking a little trip to the duck ponds in the far end of the park would be a very typical Brittany answer. She smiled at her wife and pecked a small kiss on the blonde's lips. "Duck ponds it is."

Santana took a moment to call the waiter's attention. "Can I have more sticks, please?"

"Of course, ma'am," the waiter smiled and scurried off and was back in a few minutes, carrying a basket of freshly-baked breadsticks. "Complimentary breadsticks courtesy of Mr. Bennie Gibbo, the chef."

"Thank you," Santana grinned like a kid. "Just add this on the tab."

"It's for free, ma'am," the waiter replied knowingly.

"Really? Can you get me another basket of this?" Santana asked innocently and looked with pleading and at the same time, flirty eyes to the waiter.

"Of course, ma'am," the waiter smiled off easily at Santana, telling the Latina that he took the bait..

"Stop screwing the guy around for your sticks, San. You'll get him fired," Brittany grinned, fully knowing that Santana was just after the breadsticks.

"Jesus Christ, Britt, the sticks are for free!" Santana exclaimed. "I'll have to make use of my luck before it runs out. It's called maximizing," Santana nudged her wife.

"Whatever," Brittany dramatically rolled her eyes. "You're still so badass, Santana."

"Always top bitch, love," Santana smiled.

"Oh yeah? 'Cause last time I checked, you were whipped," Brittany said in a cocky tone and tilted her head to the side.

"Oh come on, me being underneath you and being whipped doesn't count," Santana argued with a pout.

"You're so whipped, Santana," Brittany concluded. "So damn whipped."

"Only for you, baby," Santana smiled lovingly and laid her right hand over Brittany's protruding belly. "And soon enough, to be for her, too."

A/N: First of all, I would like to apologize for the late update. School just started in two weeks and it was a bomb. So with the story, the song Santana sung was actually Small Bump by Ed Sheeran. Just imagine the song with just the guitar for accompaniment and a little bit higher voice range. I also changed the lyrics a little bit to fit. So, what do you think about this chapter guys? Is it a thumbs up or a thumbs down? Do you have any suggestions on how I would work out my writing?