A/N: Day 2. Comfort/Fluff. I'm not really good at this at all but i tried. Enjoy.
Quinn's P.O.V.
"Why did I agree to this? Why couldn't you be satisfied with a fucking puppy like normal people?" Santana asks as she sits on the couch. I roll my eyes and sit next to her.
"We only have three more months then it'll all be worth it." I say as I put my hand on Santana's protruding stomach.
"You can say all the shit you want because there's not a fucking demon spawn inside of you who finds it fun to kick one of your internal organs every fucking five minutes." She says with a groan and tilts her head back.
"Don't be like that San. I had to go through it."
"Then why didn't you do it again?"
"That wasn't our agreement. We both wanted this." Santana groans and tilts her head back to the ceiling.
"I have to think things through more." She says which causes me to chuckle. She places her hand on top of the hand I have sitting on her stomach and I kiss her cheek.
"This is all your fault. Where is my daughter?" She asks as she turns her head towards me.
"Napping, you know that." I say and she shrugs.
"Well I'm waking her up. I like her better than you right now." Santana says then stands from the couch, with a little help from me and walks to Arielle's room.
I don't know why I thought Santana getting pregnant would be a good idea. She's scary when she doesn't have raging hormones. Santana and I both wanted two kids and agreed I'd have the first one. Now that Arielle is almost three, it was time to have another baby and after a few invitro sessions, another baby was made and so was this monster I'm married to. It's only a few more months then Santana will be back to normal, I just have to remember that. Santana ignored me for the next few hours and played with Arielle. I don't know what I did to piss her off but I'm not going to ask.
"Quinn!" I hear Santana yell from the living room.
"What?!" I respond.
"Come here!" She says and I sigh and stand from the bed. This past week has been insane because of Santana's hormones. She's either all over me, super distant, pissed at me or...I think that's it. We haven't been in the best place lately.
"What?" I say as I walk into the living room. I stand by Arielle, who's in her play pen, to be safe. Santana threw the remote at me the other day and then cried and apologized about it for the next hour. I don't want any repeats.
"Take Arielle to Brittany's." She says.
"Why?" I ask.
"B wants to see her." She says and I sigh. Now I'm going to be alone with this woman. Lord have mercy.
"Okay." I say and pick up Arielle from her play pen. I gather her things and drive her over to Brittany's. I decide to stay over Britt's for a little just so I can have some time away from Santana. I almost said yes too quickly when Britt asked if I would stay for a little while.
"Is San still cranky?" Brittany asks me as she colors with Arielle on her living room floor.
"Cranky? That's Santana on a good day." I say with a sigh and sink deeper into Brittany's couch.
"Bad day?" She asks.
"Bad week. It seems like Santana is just stuck on angry and sad. I don't know how to make her happy because I set her off almost every time I speak." I say with a sigh.
"It'll get better. You were emotional when you were pregnant too." Britt says.
"I wasn't that bad. I cried more than anything else and I was content for the most part."
"Well...everyone is different I guess. Maybe she'll get better as time goes on." Of course B would be optimistic about the situation. I guess...I should try to be too. I mean it is only temporary.
"Hopefully you're right. I'm still scared to go home though."
"Don't be. It'll be okay Quinn, I promise." She says and I shake my head. I stayed at Britt's for at least a hour then left to then took the longest route possible home. I never thought I would dread going home. I should have asked B if I could spend the night too. I reluctantly get out of my car and walk to the front door. Here goes nothing. I open the door and notice all the lights are off and the living room is littered with candles. Did Santana have a romantic evening by herself? As I push the door further open so that I can fully step inside, it stops. I look to see a caramel colored hand on the door then Santana steps into my view.
"Hi." She says softly as I step into the house.
"Hi." I respond then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her back.
"I'm sorry." She says before squeezing me tightly and pulling back.
"For what?" I ask. Santana takes my hand and pulls me away from the door so she can close it.
"For being such a bitch. These fucking hormones are driving me crazy and you didn't deserve that." She says as she leads me to the couch. She gently pushes to sit down and I oblige.
"I didn't but you don't have to apologize. I know how crazy hormones can make a person." I say as she sits in my lap.
"So am I forgiven?" She asks.
"Hmm? I don't know. You haven't really shown me that you're sorry." I say with a smirk.
"Well...I cooked, set this up to give the house some ambiance, I plan on giving you a massage and something else a little later."
"What's the something else?" I ask and Santana shrugs.
"You'll see. So now am I forgiven?" She asks again.
"I'll let you know by the end of the night." Santana rolls her eyes with a smirk and pecks my lips.
It's hard to be mad at Santana, no matter what she does. She knows really knows how to make it up to me when she messes up, even though I don't consider this messing up. Santana fed me, gave me a back and foot massage while we took a bath together.
"Now are you ready for your surprise?" Santana says from the other side of the room as she walks in. I sit slightly from my spot on the bed and look at her.
"Is it a lap dance? Because I've been hoping it's that since you told me I had a surprise." I say and she shakes her head.
"We can try that when I'm no months pregnant and I get my body back. Your surprise is something to watch." She says as she takes of her shirt and pants then gets in the bed next to me.
"We're watching porn?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.
"It's not sexual...and people say I'm the perv. Just press play on the DVD player and you'll see." She says and I shrug and grab the remote from the middle of the bed. I press play and skip through the previews to get to the title screen.
"Are you seriously going to watch this with me?" I ask as I feel Santana moving closer to me.
"Yes and I promise I won't go to sleep. We're going to watch the whole stupid saga if it'll make you happy." Santana lays her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my midsection.
"You hate Harry Potter." I point out but she only shrugs.
"But I love you and you love this so for the first time ever, I will watch this nerdy movie. For you." I chuckle and kiss her head. I've been trying to get Santana to watch this since it first came out.
"You are definitely forgiven." I say as I lay back against the headboard.
"I know, now press play." I as she says and wrap my arm around her shoulders. Yeah, it's hard to not be happy with Santana.