A/N: So, firstly, I'd like to address a few things from last chapter and definitely the subject of most reviews. Most of you have asked how the doctor knew it was a girl because of the penis. I knew I was doing that when I wrote it and I knew you were going to wonder and the reason I did it was because I wanted you guys to leave it to the imagination. This is a story about a world in which it's normal for a girl to have a penis so, maybe the doctor knew by how soon or how late the baby started kicking, what Santana's craving, how big she is at the time, etc. I kinda wanted you guys to make it up but seeing as though some of you think I was being negligent then I will explain in this chapter.
Now, I was quite upset with one review from a guest. It was as follows:
Guest
You blew your story! Like what the fuck did you do with it? -.-' I seriously thought it would come different, not this way.
Sorry, but I'm not continue reading it. And probably your other stories are going to end the same, so I will stop reading them too.
What a waste of story, it was one of the best in here, and one of my favorite, but you just made this and I don't like it anymore.
*Reply: I'm going to try and not be rude, but quite frankly, saying I blew my story and telling me that you are not going to continue reading any of my stories just because you're clearly quite immature and like to assume things, makes me feel like you aren't even old enough to be reading this story. Just because I've done something in my story that you don't like, doesn't give you the right to have a fanny wobble and throw your toys out the crib. A few of the readers didn't like it but at least they left a review in a nice format instead of telling me I blew my story and it's now a waste. So, like I said, I'm going to try and not be rude but I don't need people like you reading my stories because I don't write them to make you happy, I write them for me and the people that actually enjoy them.*
Sorry, but that review got me quite worked up. And I would've said that in a PM but, I couldn't because the review was left from a guest. Nameless. I apologize to those of you who really didn't need your time wasted by reading that but when I get angry... I get angry. I understand that some of you didn't like that I gave their baby a G!P but there were some requests and I thought I'd try it. Anyways, all will be explained in this chapter. Sorry again. Also, please remember that this story is all fiction. And I'm not a doctor, so, this chapter is all my imagination.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
The sun was setting, creating a pinkish orange tone in the sky. Brittany sat in the backyard, a glass of warm milk resting in her hands as she watched the setting sun, her eyes drooping slightly while Santana stood in the kitchen, watching her wife through the window. Brittany had spent the entire day repainting the garage and finishing off the baby's room. Her parents were over for dinner and Santana was cooking. Brittany's blue eyes were just about to flutter shut when Jennifer sat down next to her, causing her to turn her head and smile tiredly.
"Hey, ma." she said before bringing her glass of milk up to her lips and looking back at the sunset.
"Hi, Bug. How you doin'?" Jennifer asked, adjusting her sundress so that it sat around her in a perfect circle, covering her crossed legs.
"Tired." Brittany answered, "You?"
"I'm good." she said, "Are you happy about the sex?"
"What?!" Brittany asked, shocked.
"Of the baby. The sex of the baby. Are you happy about it?" Jennifer asked, making herself more clear. Brittany smiled and nodded in realization.
"Got it." she said, "Uh, yes, I'm very happy. It's nice that we're having a baby that's like me, you know?"
"Yeah. I'm actually thrilled." Jennifer said, "Did Doctor Murphy tell you how she knew that the baby was a girl?"
"No. She just told us. We were too happy to ask." Brittany answered, "Why? How would she have known?"
"How soon or late the baby has it's first kick. She knew that your baby had a penis but the only way she would've been able to tell whether it was a girl or a boy is by when the baby kicks. If the baby kicks really early, it's a boy."
"Why? How would you tell?"
"Well, it's natural for boys to want to kick things, am I right?" Jennifer asked, "If the baby kicks early then it means that the baby is more active than if it kicks a little later. Because of the testosterone in boys, it's natural for them to be more active. Girls, don't get me wrong, are active but not as active and energetic as boys. Your baby kicked two weeks late. That's how she could tell. Also, when a boy kicks, the kick is a lot harder than it is if it's a girl. We're made to be more gentle and loving. It may be quite confusing but not to doctors."
"Wow." Brittany said, "That's actually pretty interesting. Is that how you and dad knew I was a girl?"
"Yes." Jennifer answered with a confirming nod, "You kicked three weeks late and your kicks were like butterfly kicks. Soft and barely there." Brittany couldn't help but smile. She took another sip out of her glass of milk and rested the glass next to her.
"Was I an accident?" she asked.
"No." Jennifer answered honestly, "Your father and I wanted you more than anything. I remember when I fell pregnant. Your father was repainting the kitchen and I walked in and told him. He jumped up and yelled: 'Baby! These paint fumes are great!'. Best day of our lives."
"That's awesome." Brittany said, "I kinda wish Baby Banana wasn't an accident. I feel blessed that she happened and she's the best accident ever but I kinda wanted to be able to try for a baby with San, you know? It would've been nice knowing that we were trying to make something we're going to love forever. I can't wait to meet her though."
"Sweetheart, you have to understand that even though you and Santana weren't trying for a baby, you still were. Because you had sex. You had sex and she fell pregnant." Jennifer said, "Having sex is basically trying to make a baby. You were trying, you just didn't know it."
"I guess." Brittany said, "God, I can't wait to hold her."
"When you hold her you'll feel true love." Jennifer said, "It may scare you or make you cry but all I know is that before I held you I thought I'd already felt true love. Then I held you and I realized that I hadn't even felt close to true love."
"Really?" Brittany asked, "Is it really like that?"
"Oh, absolutely." Jennifer confirmed, "Especially when you look into your baby girl's eyes and feel her tiny hand wrap around your pinkie and her fingers don't even meet. You'll fall in love in a second."
"Do you know when I really felt like your dad?" Skip asked, walking outside with Santana behind him. Brittany craned her neck and shook her head.
"No, when?" Brittany asked, smiling as Santana sat down next to her. The Latina's tan hand was rested on her stomach as she held onto Brittany's shoulder with the other.
"Well, we were in the hospital and your mother was out for the count. You were screaming your little lungs out and I had no idea what to do. Until a nurse came in and told me that I should probably change your diaper. So, I did and as soon as the clean diaper was under your tiny little butt, not even done up, you peed on me." Skip said, "That's when I really felt like your dad. I know it's weird but that's what did it for me."
Brittany laughed and turned to Santana who was busying herself with drinking the rest of her warm milk. Brittany shook her head with a small chuckle and put her arm around her wife. Santana put the empty glass down and looked at everyone earning a chuckle from the three Pierce's.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing at all, Santa." Skip said. Santana smiled and rolled her eyes, wiping off the milk mustache she had going on. Brittany pecked her cheek and rested her head on the latina's shoulder.
"What are we gonna call her?" Brittany asked, her hand now rubbing slow circles on her wife's stomach.
"Mmm, no idea." Santana answered, "Kim Kardashian named her baby North West so, we could call our baby something like... Ear Pierce." Brittany, Jennifer and Skip let out loud hearty laughs, Brittany's head coming off Santana's shoulder as tears filled her eyes. The blonde threw herself forward, holding her stomach as her laugh became silent, "Is that funny? I like that name."
And that's when they all stopped laughing.
"Whoa, San." Brittany started, "We are not calling our little baby daughter Ear Pierce. That's stupid. She has to have a name that people won't make fun of her for. Like, Natalie or Olivia or Elizabeth. Um... Or Ella. You know?"
"Aw, Ella.." Santana said, "Ella Olivia Pierce. Oh, that's cute."
"Yeah, that is cute. And Olivia was going to be my name, right mom?"
"Yeah. Your dad told me no because that's your Aunt's name." Jennifer said, "So, we just settled for Brittany. Your father was very pleased with himself."
"So, is that what you wanna call her? Ella?" Brittany asked, looking at her wife. Santana smiled and nodded.
"Yeah... I like that name. Maybe in three weeks we should just throw a couple names out and let her decide which one she likes though." Santana suggested, "Even though it's probably gonna be Ella whether she likes it or not." Brittany smiled and kissed the top of the baby bump.
"I'm sure she'll love Ella." Brittany said, resting her head on the baby bump while Santana ran her fingers through blonde strands of hair.
"Yeah, I think so too." Santana said, "But, for right now, I need to get inside 'cause I'm pretty sure our food is gonna burn."
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Brittany's big blue eyes were glued to the wall, her mind wandering with thoughts on how to change the picture. She wasn't too happy with it. Well, she was happy with it but there was something missing. The thing that made her angry was that she couldn't figure out what that was. What was missing?
"A penny for your thoughts?" asked Skip who was standing in the doorway of the Baby Banana's room, looking at Brittany rattle her brain for what was missing in the painting. Brittany smiled and looked at her dad.
"I can't figure out what's missing." she told him. Skip nodded and looked at the painting. He tilted his head to the side and looked closely, now rattling his brain as well for what was missing. After a few minutes, he spoke.
"The baby." he answered. Simple.
"What?"
"The baby's missing. The room's great. It's perfect. Now all you need to do is put your baby inside and it'll be finished." Skip said. Brittany sighed and nodded, running her fingers through her hair, "Stop stressing. The room looks amazing. Now, all that needs to be filled in is a crib, a changing table, a few toys, baby stuff and the baby. Most of that stuff you'll get at the baby shower and in a few more weeks, you'll have your baby."
"Yeah, I know." Brittany said, "I can't help stressing though, you know? I'm gonna be a mom. I'm in my early twenties and I'm gonna be a mom. It's scary to think about. Knowing that in a few months, I'm gonna be waking up in the middle of the night to a crying bundle of joy and having to change diapers and rock her to sleep and help San with the breast pump, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I don't know.. I guess stressing about the baby's arrival is kinda getting me ready for it too."
"I was exactly the same." Skip said, "I was freaking out. I definitely didn't think I was ready to be a dad. And I was so busy freaking out I didn't realize how scared your mother was as well."
"Really?" Brittany asked, "Mom was scared?"
"Terrified." Skip confirmed, "She was more scared than I was. But when she was in labor and she was screaming her lungs out and complaining how much it hurt, I actually saw how terrified she really was. I looked at her and instead of pain being in her eyes, I saw fear. That's when I realized that I was the man and I had to behave like one. So, I held her hand and helped her breathe and slowly but surely that fear was replaced with calm. And then there you were."
"Wow.." Brittany said, "I had no idea. Do you think San's scared?"
"Absolutely! She's been standing in the kitchen with your mother since she started making desert going on and on about how terrified she is to have a baby." Skip said, "It's normal, Bug."
"I don't think I'm ready to be a mom." Brittany said, sitting down and sighing as her father sat down as well.
"Bug," Skip started, "When your mother was pregnant with you she used to speak to you at night. She would rub small circles on her stomach and whisper: Who will you look like? How will you be? Who will you look like, daddy or me? Ten little fingers and ten little toes, a wrinkled up forehead and a cute button nose. You will be crying with that first cold touch, and so will I because I love you so much." Brittany wiped away her unshed tears but didn't make eye contact with her father, "That was your mother's way of geting ready for you. Stressing is not your way of getting ready for your daughter. Stressing is your excuse. You'll find a way to get ready for her but until you do, just know that as soon as she gets here you won't be scared anymore."
"Thanks dad." she said barely above a whisper, staring at the painting of Santana on the wall, "I hope she looks like San. Face wise, you know? And personality wise I hope she's like San too. But, when it comes to the downstairs... I hope that's all me." Skip chuckled and shook his head.
"See, you're getting there." he said, "And- -"
"Brittany! Skip! Desert!" yelled Jennifer from downstairs, causing Brittany and Skip to jump out of their skin.
"We're coming sweetie!" Skip yelled back.
"Dad, that was so scary." Brittany said, getting up, "I almost peed my pants."
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Three Weeks Later
Brittany sighed as she rested her hands in her lap while Santana got ready for bed. The sheets were draped over Brittany's lap as she rested her back against the headboard. She had been pondering how to get ready for Baby Grapefruit since dinner with her parents 3 weeks ago and she hadn't come up with anything. Watching as Santana struggled into bed got her heart pounding. She leaned forward and helped her wife get into the bed before adjusting a few pillows and pecking the latina's cheek.
"You comfortable?" she asked. Santana frowned but nodded anyways.
"Yeah... Thanks." she said. Brittany smiled and pecked her lips before resting her head on Santana's baby bump and drawing small circles on it with her index finger.
"I'm not quite sure what to say." Brittany said, "I've never really spoken to a baby before. And the fact that you're my baby makes this all the more scary." Santana smiled and ran her fingers through Brittany's blonde hair as the blonde continued, "You know I've always wondered what babies were giggling at when they look beyond you. I always figured they were just seeing angels or something. Can you see angels, Ella?" Santana smiled some more when she felt a kick, "I don't really know if that kick is a yes or a no so, maybe you can tell me when you're here?" A soft chuckle left Santana's mouth and she closed her eyes, resting her head on the headboard, "You know," Brittany started after a while, "you're the tiniest thing that I've ever put my whole life into... And I'm so scared. You gotta help me and momma, okay Ella? You gotta help us not be scared."
A few moments passed and Santana's fingers were still combing Brittany's hair as the blonde let a small tear drip from her eye and onto Santana's shirt clad tummy. She sniffled and lay her hand flat on the latina's belly, looking at her five fingers and then smiling. She knew exactly what to say to get herself ready to be a mom.
"Who will you look like? How will you be? Who will you look like, momma or me? You'll have ten little fingers and ten little toes. A wrinkled up forehead and a cute button nose. I know you'll be crying with that first cold touch but don't worry, so will I, because I love you so much." Brittany whispered softly while rubbing small circles on her wife's belly, "And just for the record... I hope you're just as beautiful as your momma. That way there'll be a tie for the most beautiful girl in the world."
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A/N: Hope this was okay.
Okay, we're gonna have another vote.
1. Have the baby in the next chapter.
2. Have the baby in the chapter after the next chapter.
Your choice. It's quite a simple one really. Hope you liked.