A/N: Glad you liked the last chap. Not to worry about the pregnancy getting in the way of Brittana's relationship, I'll be sure to have them be all lovey dovey, so, don't stress. Thank you all SO much for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following! Makes me happy, happy, happy! :)
Enjoy :) this is continuing from the last chap.
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Chapter Eighteen
Hand in hand, Santana and Brittany made their way to their table at the reception, stopping to talk to guests on the way. Once they got to their table, they sat down and Brittany pressed a gentle kiss to Santana's forehead. The Latina smiled and leaned up for a kiss when Skip started tapping the microphone. Santana smiled as she pulled out of the kiss and looked at Brittany's father standing on the raised platform, trying his best to get everyone's attention. Finally, as soon as everyone was quiet, Skip started talking.
"Hi," he started before loosening his tie and clearing his throat, "For those of you who don't know me, I am Brittany's father." a few whoops were heard and Brittany chuckled, "Yes, thank you. I did help make her."
"Oh, my god." Brittany mumbled under her breath while Santana, and everyone else, laughed.
"And, yes... Um, okay, I did write a speech but... I lost it. And I didn't memorize it. So, I'm just gonna tell a story." he said before clearing his throat for the third time. Brittany's eyes widened when she realized where this was going. Her father was gonna tell an extremely embarrassing story and her face would go red, he'd call her out on blushing and then her mom would jump in, "When Brittany was 5..."
"Daddy! Daddy! Looks what's I found!" Five year old Brittany squealed as she raced into the kitchen where her father was cooking dinner. She wasn't holding anything so, Skip frowned.
"Whatcha find, Bug?" he asked, kneeling down and looking at his daughter. She had a huge smile on her face and her eyes were shining.
"I found something in my pants." she said, her smile growing, "So, now I can be just like you!" Skip's eyes widened and he realized what his daughter had found.
"Well, Bug, you've had that ever since you were born." he said.
"Oh... So, it's been there forever?" Brittany asked, frowning as she looked down.
"Yep. Forever and ever." Skip answered with a smile.
"So, does that mean that whens I gets married, I can have a baby?" Brittany asked. Skip chuckled and nodded.
"Sure does, Bug." he answered.
"Oh! So, will I gets hairs on there?!" she asked. Skip's eyes became comically wide as he stared at his daughter.
"Um... Well, yes, maybe when you're much, much older." he said.
"So, like... Whens I'm nine?" Brittany asked.
"No, more like when you're 14." Skip said, "Now, why don't you go take a bath? Dinner's almost ready."
"Kay!" Brittany said, "So, when I'm bathing, must I wash my thing-ding-ding?!"
"Uh... Yes." Skip said, unsure of how to have this conversation with his five year old. Brittany smiled and nodded.
"Okay, thanks daddy! You can go make dinner agains now."
All Brittany and Santana's guests were chuckling at the story while Brittany shook her head and hid her face. Santana chuckled and rubbed Brittany's back. Suddenly, Jennifer ran onto stage, trying to get the microphone from Skip.
"No, mom! Please, god, don't." Brittany said, standing up, ready to pull her parents off the stage. Jennifer waved her hand and spoke into the microphone.
"Don't worry, Bug. We won't embarrass you anymore." Jennifer said. Brittany nodded and sat down, her face bright red from embarrassment.
"So, I just wanted to say that, as you have all recently heard, Brittany is a very special girl... Sorry, I mean, woman. And I wish you both all the best and hope you have lots of babies." Skip said.
"And have lots of sex, Bug. It starts to fade as the marriage goes on." Jennifer said, "I would know."
"Oh, my Jesus." Brittany said. Santana chuckled and pecked her cheek while Jennifer and Skip went back to their tables. Ethan and Daniel made their way up and Ethan stood Daniel on a chair so his lips reached the mic.
"Hey Sanny!" Daniel screamed into the mic. Santana's head jerked back at the loudness and she smiled and waved. Ethan quickly made sure Daniel wouldn't scream into the microphone and then nodded to Daniel. Music started playing and the two of them started dancing.
"Santana!" Ethan tried his best to sing into the microphone.
"Sannytina!" Daniel sang. Santana chuckled as they sang.
"We love you so, and now you're married oh! We still want to see you everyday! When you're on your honeymoon, be sure that you will come back soon and buy us lots of presents!" they sang together, extremely off key, "And Brittany is very lovely, but if she hurts you she will not see... Anymore!" Santana laughed out loud and clapped her hands as they danced together. Brittany was smiling as she listened intently to the song, "Santana we wish you lots of happiness and hope that you will smile a lot. We know that this song don't rhyme but that's okay 'cause Daniel wrote it."
"That's me!" Daniel squeaked.
"Please have a baby soon, we want to take it to the moon and leave it there and bring back a rock." Ethan said. Santana's eyes widened and she smiled.
"No, only you wanna take it to the moon! I'll have a friend!" Daniel said. Ethan looked at Daniel and frowned before looking back at Santana and Brittany and taking in a long breath.
"Happy Wedding Day!"
The guests at the wedding clapped and laughed while the two boys bowed. Santana couldn't stop laughing and she had tears pooling in her eyes from laughter. Brittany was laughing too and kissed Santana's cheek.
"Santana we love you and I really didn't write that song..." Ethan said. Santana calmed down and smiled.
"Ands, I dids write it! I writed it all by myself, Sanny!" Daniel squealed.
"Good job, buddy. I loved it." Santana said with a smile.
"I knows that, Sanny. Duh!" Daniel said. Santana chuckled and tilted her head to the side, realizing how amazing her little brothers were and how much she really, really loved them.
"Thank you, I love you." she said, blowing each of them a kiss. They smiled and caught the kisses she blew before making their way back to their table.
The night went on and speeches were made and after Quinn and Puck said their speeches, Brittany had never felt more embarrassed in her life. And now, as the two newly weds were sitting at their table, everyone else at the after party, they just let themselves enjoy the few minutes they had alone together. Brittany closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Santana's as she linked their fingers together.
"Tonight was crazy." Brittany said.
"Mm, I am so tired." Santana said, "And, I seriously didn't know what to do when Quinn kept trying to get me to have some champagne. I had to tell her that I was driving us home."
"I'm sorry, baby." Brittany said, "You should've called me over, I would've dealt with her."
"When you say it like that, I get the idea you were gonna beat her up." Santana said through a chuckle. Brittany smiled and leaned her head foreward, pressing a soft, wet kiss to Santana's lips.
"I spoke to Rachel and, we don't have to go to the after party." Brittany said, "We can go straight home and make love, if you want." Santana smiled and closed her eyes as well.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But, don't worry, I didn't tell her you're pregnant. I just said that we were really tired so, she said we didn't have to be there." Brittany said softly, running her fingers through Santana's hair. Santana bit her lip and nodded.
"Mmkay." she said, "I wanna go now."
"Kay." Brittany said, pressing yet another kiss to Santana's lips, "Oh, and also, we're going to Aruba for our honeymoon."
"Babe! Really?" Santana asked excitedly. Brittany nodded and smiled at her wifes excited tone.
"Yeah, we're staying at Hyatt Regency Aruba Beach Resort and Casino." Brittany said. Santana squealed and kissed Brittany's face all over.
"I am so excited!" Santana exclaimed. Brittany chuckled and lifted Santana up into the air, spinning her around and smiling as Santana squealed.
"Good, sweetie, I'm glad." Brittany said, slowing her spins and putting her wife down, "I love you."
"I love you too." Santana said with a smile.
"Come on, I really wanna go home."
"Okay, but, let's try not to make twins."
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"So, we're in week 4 of the pregnancy, right?" Brittany asked, her arm draped over Santana's waist and her head on Santana's shoulder.
"Mhmm." Santana hummed, eyes closed and fingers in Brittany's hair.
"Did you know that, that means that our baby is the size of a poppyseed?" Brittany said with a soft, tired smile. Santana smiled too and kissed Brittany's head.
"So, for now, we'll call it 'Baby Poppyseed'." Santana said.
"I like that." Brittany said, "Baby Poppyseed."
"I can't believe this is all happening. I mean, I'm pregnant, we just got married, we're going to Aruba on our honeymoon." Santana said, "It all seems too good to be true, you know?"
"Yeah." Brittany said softly, "I'm so happy with you."
"Thank god, 'cause we're married now, so if you wanted to get out, it'd be pretty hard." Santana joked. Brittany chuckled.
"I'd never want to get out." she said, "I love you too much."
"I'm so hungry." Santana said.
"Thanks babe."
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Aruba
Santana and Brittany had just gotten to their room at the resort and a huge smile found it's way onto Santana's face.
"Oh, my god! I love it here! We should just stay here forever!" Santana squealed, "Did you see the pool outside?! We're never leaving."
Brittany chuckled as she put down the bags. She looked at her wife as she excitedly looked at everything in the room.
"Sorry, baby, we kinda have to leave." Brittany said, "We do have jobs."
"I know, I know." Santana said, sitting down on the bed, "Thank you for arranging this. It's really special."
"No problem, baby. Anything for you." Brittany said, crawling onto the bed and sitting behind Santana, gently beginning to rub her shoulders, "You know, if we have sex now, we might be able to make it to the show I booked tickets for." Santana smiled and closed her eyes.
"Mm, what are we waiting for then?"
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Santana was resting on the deck chair by the pool while Brittany swam. The blonde swam over to the edge of the pool and crossed her arms on the floor, resting her chin on her forearm and looking at Santana. The Latina had her one leg bent and the other lying down, sunglasses on and arms at her sides as her abs flexed while she inhaled and exhaled slowly. Brittany smiled and bit her lip, pulling herself up and out of the pool, walking over to her wife and giggling quietly before lifting her right leg straight up into the air and moving it over Santana, letting the water fall off of her board shorts and drip onto the Latina. Santana's hand immediately shot up and whacked Brittany right in her crotch.
"Ah! God!" the blonde choked out as she fell to the ground, hands covering her crotch as she lay on the ground with her knees pulled up and her face blood red. Santana's eyes widened and she quickly got onto the ground next to Brittany and started rubbing her back while kissing her cheek.
"I'm so sorry, baby." she whispered, rubbing Brittany's back gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
"Oh, Jesus, you hit me in my misters." Brittany strained as she clutched onto her crotch, falling onto her side and throwing her head back. Santana rested her hand on Brittany's neck as she saw how strained it was.
"I know, baby, I'm sorry." Santana said softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Brittany's neck, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Brittany began to steady her breathing as she slowly removed her hands from her crotch.
"It's okay." she said softly, trying not to focus on the stinging down below. She raised her hand and moved a strand of hair out of Santana's face before inhaling deeply, "I shouldn't have done that. It was kinda stupid of me." Santana smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her wife's lips.
"I'm really sorry. Come on, get up." Santana said, "We'll go get some ice." she then held out her hand and helped Brittany up, wrapping a towel around her waist and picking up their things before leading the two of them back to their room.
Brittany staggered behind Santana, holding her legs together and covering her crotch with her hand as they walked.
"Hey! You ever been hit in the crotch?!" Brittany snapped when she noticed a guy staring at her funny, "Exactly! So eyes off!"
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"Aaaah.." Brittany sighed as Santana put a bag of ice on her brief covered crotch. Brittany's hands took over and held onto the bag of ice while Santana got up and made her way over to the bed.
"You doing okay, baby?" Santana asked, digging in her bag for some oitnment to ease the bruising that had already started on Brittany's member.
"Aah, yeah." Brittany sighed again, "This ice is really helping."
"God, I feel like shit. I can't believe I hit you in your dick." Santana said, walking back over to Brittany with some ointment.
"It's really okay, baby." Brittany said, "I just don't know how we're gonna have sex for the next few days." Santana sighed and gently moved the ice bag off of Brittany's crotch, gently pulling down her briefs and rubbing some ointment onto her member.
"Yeah, we just have to watch it." Santana said, "Not sex. I mean, your penis. You may get Peyronie's disease."
"What the fuck is that?" Brittany asked after hissing slightly.
"Sorry," Santana mumbled, "It's when the scar tissue inside the penis causes curved and painful erections. I mean, if you do get it then medication should be able to treat it but, if it's really painful, then you'll need surgery."
"How do you know all that?" Brittany asked.
"My dad got it once." Santana said with a chuckle, "I remember being a little girl, Ethan and Danny weren't even born yet, and my mom and my dad and I were sitting in the doctors office and I remember the doctor telling my dad that his penis was so bent that he could hang an umbrella on it." Brittany's eyes widened and she tensed up, "Relax." Santana whispered as she continued rubbing ointment onto Brittany's member, "And he had to get surgery. But, afterward he was fine."
"San, stop, you're scaring me. I don't wanna get that." Brittany said. Santana smiled and shook her head.
"You probably won't." Santana said.
"What causes it?"
"A lot of things. Sometimes the cause is unknown but, being hit there is one of the causes, so, we'll just keep a close eye on it and make sure." Santana said, "It's also a rare form of erectile dysfunction. So, you won't be able to keep an erection for as long as normal."
"San! Stop it!" Brittany whined. Santana smiled softly and pulled Brittany's briefs back up, gently placing the ice bag back.
"Look, if you do get it then we'll go to the doctor immediately but, I don't think you will. I think I just bruised it a little. I don't think I hit you hard enough to cause any bleeding or scar tissue build up inside your penis, okay?" Santana said, bending over and pressing a kiss to her wife's lips, "Now, just relax. I'm gonna make us some hot cocoa and we can watch a movie."
"But, we're on our honeymoon. We're supposed to be having a shit load of sex." Brittany whined.
"I know, baby, but, if your feeling better tomorrow morning, we can totally get it on. But, for right now, I just want you to rest. I don't want to cause any more damage by having sex right now." Santana said. Brittany sighed and nodded,"Okay, what movie do you wanna watch?"
"Um, what movies did we bring?"
"We brought a bunch of Disney movies. What about Sleeping Beauty?" Santana asked. Brittany smiled and nodded.
"Yay! Aurora rocks!"
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On the last morning of the newly weds honeymoon, Brittany shot up in bed, hissing in pain as she got up and walked toward the bathroom. She had a morning erection and had a bad feeling about how what was about to happen was gonna go. She pulled down her sweat pants and looked at the outline of her erection through her briefs. She pulled a face whens she realized that it looked like their was a sock puppet in her underwear. She slowly and gently moved her briefs off and looked at her bent penis in the mirror.
"Baby!" she yelled through the closed bathroom door. A few seconds later, Santana came trodding through the bathroom door. As soon as she saw Brittany's member, her eyes widened and she sighed.
"Okay... Okay, let's go to the ER." Santana said. Brittany pouted and pulled a face.
"Mmkay... Ow! Fuck, balls! It hurts." Brittany said. Santana rested her head in her hands and bit her lip. She looked as though she was about to cry.
"God, I'm so sorry." she said in a shaky tone. Brittany shook her head and carefully brought Santana into her arms.
"Ssh, it's okay." she said softly, "It's okay. This only happened because we jinxed it, that's all. It's okay. Come on, we'll just go to the emergency room and see what we have to do. It's not a big deal."
"Why are you so calm?" Santana asked, wiping the unshed tears from her eyes.
"Because... It's really not that bad." Brittany said, trying not to focus on the pain, "And it's not your fault. We did have sex quite a few times. And, that probably caused more damage."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Brittany said, "So, don't worry about it. Let's just go to the ER and get this treated, okay?"
"Okay." Santana said softly, "Let me just get changed and we can go."
"Yeah, me too." Brittany said, moving out of the bathroom with Santana and toward her suitcase, "Babe, do you think they'll have to perform surgery?"
"I don't know baby." Santana said, "All I know is that your penis.. Looks like something I could hang my umbrella on."
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A/N: Sorry to cut it short here, but I thought I'd leave you guys wondering what would happen. I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry for the lack of sex but, it'll come soon. :)
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