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Chapter 34

"No Santana. I need to get out of the house." She groaned, trying to stand from the couch. Her back was killing her, along with her feet but I guess that's what you get when you agree to be the first one pregnant.

"Are you sure? I mean it will only take me a few minutes to get what we need. And last time."

"Last time you got us kicked out of my favorite Vegan resturant." Rachel snapped, finally getting to her feet. She rubbed a soothing hand as the baby kicked from the movement.

"Well that asshole almost closed the door on you." She crossed her arms over her chest. "He could have hurt you and the baby, so he deserved it."

"One, I can take care of myself and two, no one deserves to be dragged back into a resturant and forced tofu down their pants." She was glaring now. This whole being pregnant thing really was a bitch. " So unless you want to sleep on the couch again, I suggest you grab my coat and drive us safely to the store." Santana just nodded wordlessly at her.

The drive to the store was an interesting one to say the least. Rachel was gripping the door handle every few mintues and Santana was trying her best to not scream out her window. So far only a few 'fuck yous' and 'slow ass' were muttered. But Santana had discovered early in the pregnancy that Rachel had even less of a tolerence for her swearing.

"If you say one more word. I am divorcing you." She gripped the handle again as Santana rolled into the parking lot.

"I'm sorry. You know that I am trying my hardest." She threw the car in park and turned towards Rachel. " I'm trying for you and for them." She reached a hand out and trailed it along Rachel's stomach. Rachel smiled at the action.

"I know you are." Her voice was soft as she took her wife's hand. "But can we go inside. I really need some ice cream."

"Of course."

Rachel should have stayed home. Like honestly, she really should have stayed home. She could be sitting down, realxing and waiting for her wife to get back. Instead, she was standing in the middle of the produce asile, her hands covering her face.

"Excuse me, jackass. Pick that grape up, can't you see I have a pregnant wife here." She was staring at a short and semi balding man.

"What? Are you kidding me lady?" He replied, placing his bag of grapes in his basket.

"Santana, leave it alone. It's fine."

"No, it's not fine. Pick up the grape and we can end this right now." She kept her eye's locked with the man. He just kept eyeing her like she was some crazy bitch

"Fine.. Psycho." He muttered, picking up the one lonely little grape on the ground and walked away.

Rachel was dumbfounded. Her brain just could not except the fact that her wife just made a man pick up some fruit. They didn't even need fruit! Let alone fucking grapes.

"I cannot believe you just did that." She started to walk away, leaving Santana to grab the cart.

"I'm sorry, but I will not be having you slip and fall because of some careless asshole." She strolled up along side Rachel, scouting for any danger.

"I thought the pregnant one was suppose to be the crazy one. And right now, you are beating me in that department." She went to go turn a corner when a cart appeared out of nowhere. It just barely clipped Rachel's side when Santana lost it.

Next thing she knew, Santana flung their cart into the other one, spilling both of their contents.

"Are you kidding me? Is this store ment to doom me." Santana was once again staring down the balding man.

"I don't know about the store but you sure are doomed."

"How come everytime you try to protect me. We end up getting kicked out of places and you do unspeakable things with food?"

"That store's overpriced anyways. And it's easy to remove celery from the nose."