Happy Sunday Everyone!
I want to say thank you for the kind words in reviews and PM's that have been sent to me. They are absolutely appreciated. As always special thanks to Nayafan, UnholyUnderBoob, and Beaner008 for their inspiration and encouragement. I don't think I've said that yet. I ran a test chapter by them, to see what they thought and was told that yes I should post it. It's still very frightening to me sometimes, but now that I'm this many chapters in I kind of have to finish the story, :)
Warnings: Squick factor is 8 - 10 depending on the type of person you are. There is a scene at the club where Santana works. There is a rather intimate description of what happened to Marley and what is currently happening to the client, so you've been warned. Huge anal play section, let's just phrase it that way.
There is also texting in the chapter, and that is listed as bold and italicized text.
If you haven't reviewed PLEASE do so for this chapter, because this was the one I was most nervous to post up till this point.
Thanks for your time - Happy Sunday!
The next day had been very trying for everyone. Santana purposefully did not ask Rachel or Kurt for help with anything. She knew that Marley trusted them, but she had to spend as much time with Marley as she could so that she could reassure her that she would be back later that evening.
From the moment Marley woke up, she'd been crying. "No go Ana, no go," she pleaded.
"Marley my love, you don't have to be a big girl if you don't want to. You can be baby Marley, or little girl Marley, or whatever you want to be, and Santana will always support you," she said kindly. If she was being honest, she would have told Marley she missed being called Mommy, but from day one, Santana told her she could call her whatever was easier for her. She wasn't sure if she had changed because she was scared, or because she thought growing up would make Santana stay home. Either way, she was wrong, Santana had to go back to work, the longer she waited the worse it would be.
"Ah, mmm, Mommy," Marley stammered, not sure what to call Santana anymore, her entire body trembling.
Santana sighed and picked up her pacifier and put it in Marley's hand. "This is for you, if you feel it will help relax you. I want you to just breathe with me, so you can talk to me when you want to," she said kindly and pet Marley's face to help her focus and breathe. After a minute, Marley was calm.
"Ana, I good," Marley said small tears leaking down her cheeks.
"Marley you are very good and I'm not leaving forever, I'm only going to work for a little while. You will not be left alone. You're going to be with Kurt and Rachel, just like we promised. I told you a long time ago that I would never leave you with people you didn't know, and that I will always protect you and come back for you," Santana told her and then pulled her in for a hug. "Marley, I love you, no matter what."
"Mommy," Marley said softly and cuddled into the hug, glad to be in a familiar position.
"Now, let's sit down and go over details so you know exactly what is going to be happening today okay?" she asked. Marley nodded and gripped Santana tighter. She just wanted to know that she wasn't being left alone. They'd said it a million times by now, but she still didn't believe them. She needed to know it was true and she just couldn't bring herself to accept it.
It was three thirty and Marley had decided she felt safer being much younger than usual. She was probably around age two if Santana was guessing correctly. Her pacifier had been in her mouth since she finished lunch, and she only took it out to take a drink, and that was only when she was strongly encouraged to do so.
Santana was currently in the shower and Rachel was sitting with Marley on the couch. "I love cuddling with my sweet girl," Rachel told her and Marley snuggled in closer carefully putting Rachel's hand on her belly, to encourage her to rub it. "Marley honey, do you want to look at Santana's book one more time? Do you think we should? I want you to know for sure what's going to happen tonight. Are you ready for that?" Rachel asked gently rubbing her belly and Marley sucked harder on her pacifier. "When you're ready sweetheart," Rachel assured her.
Marley nodded a few moments later and Rachel pulled out the note pad and a little clock that Santana had bought, to help Marley understand a little better. "Who's in the shower my love?" Rachel asked her gently.
"Mumma," Marley said around her pacifier.
"Okay, so Mommy is going to go to leave for work at four thirty, to be there at what time, do you remember?" she asked.
"Eye," Marley said holding up five fingers.
"Oh so sweet, and oh so smart. I'm very proud of you Marley," Rachel praised. "Now, when Mommy gets to work at five, she is going to be there for two hours, which means she will finish work at what time?"
"En'en," Marley told her tears running down her face. She didn't want Santana to leave. She was convinced that she wouldn't come back and that terrified her.
"Correct, and then as long as the trains run on time, Mommy will be back home at nine o'clock at the very latest. Sometimes the trains and the buses are very slow and take extra time," Rachel explained, which was the same thing Santana had explained four times the day before and twice in the morning. Rachel was trying her hardest to be consistent.
Santana was now out of the shower and went into her bedroom, listening to Rachel speak and Marley babble. She liked that Marley sounded better with things. They'd been constant and consistent, and it seemed to be working, which was a great relief to Santana. She was more nervous about leaving Marley than she cared to admit. She stepped out of the bedroom in a pair of hunter green sweats and a black tank top. Beneath that, was an outfit she didn't think Marley was ready to see yet. Marley viewed her as a true mother. The person who took care of her, made sure she was well taken care of, and was setting examples. She didn't think Marley should see the black lace corset and fishnet stockings underneath at the moment. She stepped into the living room and smiled. "Hi," she said kindly and softly.
"Mumma!" Marley smiled around her pacifier and reached for her carefully.
Santana moved in front of her and pulled her little girl into her arms. "There's my lovely Marley. Are you and Mama Rae going over the time schedule again?" she asked. She nodded and hugged Santana tighter. "I'm glad. I want you to be very well prepared, so I'm glad we wrote this out together," Santana told her and then she rubbed Marley's back and Marley tensed up. Santana smiled and lowered her voice, whispering in her ear. "Should Mommy change you?" she asked and Marley nodded, blushing hotly. "Okay, let's find Teddy Bear and get my sweet girl all clean again," she told her lovingly.
With several last kisses, two tight hugs, and one quick story, Santana left for the club. She got onto the bus and tried not to think about anything at all, but seated across from her was a woman with her two little children, and both were excitedly telling her all about their day at school and after care. She listened intently to the mother speaking ot her children and Santana smiled. She would have said a few of those same things to Marley if she had been speaking with that much animation and energy. She pulled her coat a little tighter around her body and then got off at her stop, going up to the agency, where Nicole promptly stood up and gave her a bone crushing hug. "My God, I've missed you," Nicole told her and Santana let out a little giggle, hugging her tightly in return.
"I missed you too Nicole," she smiled and finally Nicole relinquished the hug and went to the front desk, sat down and smiled, handing Santana the client's chart.
"Miss Mercy is going to be back from break shortly. She went to the starbucks around the corner to get some teas and coffees for the office. "She told me to call her if you decide you want anything special, otherwise you get your triple mint, venti latte, with extra whip," Nicole smiled. Santana raised both eyebrows and a smile crossed her face.
"Buttering you up, are we?" Beth asked teasingly from behind her. Santana turned and gave the woman a tight hug. "I've missed you here my girl," Beth said rubbing her back gently and giving her gentle smacks to her bottom. "I can see you're nervous, was it hard to leave?"
"Incredibly. She was in tears when I left but Rachel said she'd call the club if she wasn't calm in an hour."
"An hour Miss Rivers? That seems a little too long to me," Beth commented.
"It does seem like a long time, but we've learned that she's learned how to control her breathing and after an hour she'll either pass out or hyperventilate. I should be getting a text soon to inform me of what's going on," she explained and the phone to the club rang. Santana practically jumped out of her skin. "Eve's Garden," she said. "Yes she is, hold on please," Nicole said and turned to the two women behind her.
"It's for you Miss Rivers, it's Miss Mercy," she said and then Santana's phone buzzed. She checked it and breathed a sigh of relief.
"She's laughing and smiling, have a good session ~ R"
"Hello?" Santana asked picking up the phone.
"Well well well, Miss Rivers, it's wonderful to finally hear from you."
"You as well Miss Mercy, will you kindly get your ass back here. I want my coffee," Santana said smirking and Beth shook her head and gave her a firm smack to her bottom.
"Fresh!" Beth scolded.
"Getting into trouble already?" Miss Mercy teased.
"It's entirely your fault. Do you need help? I'll come down and help you bring all the coffee up," Santana offered.
"No, no, I'm nearly there, I just wanted to make sure you were there and in your proper headspace. Nearly everything has been prepped so you just have to sit in, but I am concerned for you. I make them beg, you know that, and you've heard a lot of cries lately from what I've been told."
"I have, but it's why I chose you. I need to learn the difference again and I know it exists," she said.
"Alright then, I will see you soon," she said and the two disconnected.
Miss Mercy was a tall woman, flowing red hair, long muscular legs, and today she was dressed in a tight red corset that had little roses up and down the side. Her real name was Danielle Travers, and she lived uptown in an upper east side apartment that had a view of Central Park.
"Tana, you're freaking out, breathe," Danielle smiled.
"It's the first time back, and truth be told, I miss my little girl and while I know that I have a text stating she's fine, I'm concerned that she's freaking out worse than I am, and I'm not being told so I can stay here and get back to work."
"Well I know how hard that is for you to admit how nervous you are, but just remember, it's only a refresher course, you don't have to stay, and they named me Miss Mercy for a reason. He is going to beg."
"Ugh, a he? Really? Why do all the boys go for hydro sessions? I don't understand that. They get all up in arms when we want to stick something into their ass, but heaven forbid we tell them, you're not putting that in me. Then they call us cowards," Santana ranted as Danielle ran scalding hot water into a rather large red enema bag.
"Hand me that thermometer please," she said reaching for the bag's stopper herself and trying not to laugh too loudly at Santana's rant. Santana handed her the thermometer and she put it in the water and waited a few second. "That seems good. I'm not doing this till the end, it'll be warm by then," Danielle said, thinking out loud, more than talking to anyone specific.
Santana was quiet for a while and then looked at Danielle. "You're not going to go easy because of me are you?" she asked her.
"What does that mean?" Danielle asked her.
"I mean you're not going to go light on him, because I'm here. You're known for making them need to scream, and I need to hear screaming. I need to know the difference again, because I don't now. You can't go light Dani, not even a little bit, I mean it," Santana said.
"Are you trying to pull rank?" Danielle asked hearing a sternness in Santana's voice.
"No, I'm just telling you don't go light."
"Sounds like an order to me, and you better be careful about that, because if I think you are ordering me around, or you are trying to pull rank on me, which you can't, then I will go straight to Miss Beth, and you my darling girl, will be the one screaming," Danielle said and she punctuated her statement with a kiss to Santana's lips. "God I miss kissing you," she said when the kiss finally broke.
"Pervert," Santana smiled, gave Danielle a simple kiss, in return, and the girls went to finish setting up the room.
Danielle walked into the large room and dimmed the lighting a little bit. The walls were mostly maroon in color, with a large mirror on the far wall, white curtains around the fake windows, a large medical bed off to the left of the door, and then an IV Pole just to the right of the bed. Danielle hung the enema bag on the pole and turned to look at Santana. "You, my dear girl, need to change," she said and went to the closet and began rooting through the clothes. "Here," she said pulling out a nurse's outfit. "Put this on," she said handing it to her.
Santana looked at the outfit and carefully shimmied into it. "What, no cap?" she asked teasingly.
"Coming up next," Danielle said with a serious face and hid her laughter as Santana's jaw dropped in shock. She had been teasing, but Danielle was apparently completely seriously. "So, while you get dressed, I'm going to give you a background. Jackson is coming in today. He, is a very wealthy wall street broker, who is finally married to his partner of sixteen years, and it appears that hubby, is a very big boy," she said with a little smile.
"So, what, he's here to be," Santana said slowly, not sure how to finish that sentence.
"Cleaned out and stretched," Danielle smiled. "This is his description of what he wants," she said handing Santana a paper.
"Dear Miss Mercy,
My name is Jackson Clemens and I'm writing to you, because I've been told you were the best Mistress the club has. My husband is very endowed. He and I have been together for sixteen years, but I've never been able to submit to him as fully as he can submit to me and I no longer feel it fair that after so long together, I can't let him penetrate me more than an inch or two at most. When I heard about your club, I thought you might be able to help. My main concern is to be able to submit to him fully. They told me not to hold back in this letter. I want him to put his rock hard dick inside me, so he gets to experience the same pleasures I do, when he submits to me. The most I can take is a finger, or sometimes two. I'm not afraid of him, but to let him inside me, I am not able to handle that, and for that reason alone I have chosen to come to your club. I'm hoping that with time and effort, you will be able to help me submit to my husband, so that I can reciprocate his actions towards me. He does know I'm doing this. I have discussed this at length with him and I want to make it quite clear that I am doing this of my own free will. I don't want you to think he's forcing me. I look forward to you getting back in touch with me when you have free time.
Sincerely,
Jackson Clemens.
"That's intense," Santana said looking up at Danielle.
"It is. He's going to scream, I'm going to make him. I have a list of what I can and can't touch and the can't list is very short. No fisting and no teasing," Danielle said.
"That's it? That's your no list?"
"That's it," Dani grinned.
"So you're going to make sure that he screams right? Because based on this letter, he's not going to like this," she said.
"Yes, I am, and yes he will, and yes you are correct. I will make him scream. What I need you to do, Miss Rivers, is be sure to sit quietly in the corner. If he gets to a point where his cries remind you too much of your little girl, then I want you to just get up and quietly step out of the room," Danielle explained.
"Okay," Santana agreed and she took a deep breath.
"You ready?" Danielle asked.
"Almost, by the time you get back, I'll be ready," Santana said seriously.
Danielle met Jackson up in the lobby and smiled at him. "Jackson, come with me please," she told him. He stood up nervously, adjusted his tie and jacket, brushed out the invisible wrinkles in his pant legs and then held his hand out to Danielle to shake it.
"I'm Miss Mercy and from now on, that is all you're going to refer to me as," she informed him seriously. "You have been told that there will be another mistress in the room. Miss Rivers is not going to be involved in your session, she will simply watch. You're going to be kind and respectful to her and if you are rude in any way, I will punish you, spank you, as we discussed in our previous conversations and as you experienced in your last session," she said sternly.
He gulped and nodded and with a smile she took him back to the room. She took him into the back room and guided him to the bed. "Say hello to Miss Rivers," she ordered him.
"Hello," he said politely.
"Miss Rivers," Danielle said scolding Jackson for dropping the title.
"I'm sorry, hello Miss Rivers," he said this time and Santana simply nodded at him.
Once pleasantries were exchanged, Danielle took his hand and guided him to the bed. "Sit down," she said and he did as asked while she got on a pair for blue rubber gloves and placed her hands on his thighs. Santana sat off in the corner, not really paying too close attention to what was going on around her. Her nerves were starting to take over, so she tried to do some breathing of her own, and she was pulled out of her thoughts when Jackson let out a little whimper.
"Close your eyes Jackson," she told him sternly and he listened. "I want you to take a deep breath and think only of your husband and no one else. I want you to see him in front of you, smiling at you, touching you, loving you," she said and Jackson nodded, but after a few moments, he opened his eyes. "Ah, ah, ah, what did I tell you?" she scolded him and he pouted. "I even gave you a homework assignment, so that you would be able to keep your eyes closed when requested. Did you now practice?" she asked sternly.
"I'm sorry Miss, I did practice. I was not successful, but I did practice. I just can't do it. I want to see what's going on."
"Oh, I see, you want, do you?" she asked.
"Yes Miss."
"Well, today, you don't get to do what you want. Today you are going to learn what it's like to do for others. I have tricks to help me, and I will use them when need be. First though, I want that ass bare and over the table, quickly," she said walking away to grab a tube from a far away drawer before going back to him. When she returned he was bent over the table, bare ass in the air, waiting for further instruction. "You followed those instructions well," she praised, rubbing his bare bottom while she spoke. "Now, we're going to give you a mild spanking to take care of you from earlier. Do you know what you did to earn this?" she asked.
"I didn't please you Miss," he said automatically and he sounded genuine.
"That was very good, but I'm speaking of specifics," she said landing a firm smack to his bottom, making him squeak. That squeak brought Santana out of her thoughts and into the present. She watched as Danielle brought her hand down sharply on his backside three more times. "Now," Danielle said sternly. "You my dear boy are going to get a blindfold placed over your eyes. I want you to think about your husband and only your husband and listen to my voice as I explain to you how we're going to go about get you to be a little more open," she said seriously.
Santana watched as Danielle moved easily throughout the room, speaking kindly and calmly to Jackson and her heart hurt a little bit. She knew that she had done that and continued to do that for Marley, but she hurt because she was sure Terri had never treated Marley this kindly. Here was this man, a gay man, trusting this complete stranger, a woman, to make him cry. It was a huge risk. She was having trouble dealing with that trust now, even though she'd explained to Marley that in the club, trust was a key factor and greatly respected. When it came to Terri, Santana was pretty sure, Terri didn't know what the word trust meant.
While Santana was lost in her thoughts, Danielle had stripped him of his pants and underwear and had him flat on his back, running her hands carefully, teasingly, up and down his thighs in order to excite him. "That's right Jackson, you just think about how much your husband is smiling at you, because he's so happy you're about to submit to him, fully, with everything you have. You give total control of your tight ass to him, the way he does to you," she crooned gently and Santana watched with a smile as Jackson's body responded.
"Ooooh, big boy," Danielle crooned sweetly as she caressed his body, making his body spring to life. "Tell me Jackson. Why did you come to see Miss Mercy?" she asked him with a smile.
"I need to submit to my husband," he said panting as she pushed a finger slowly around his opening. It was small and tight, and she noticed that the skin was very delicate and slightly cracked and dry. She gathered more lubricant that had a little more moisturizer in it and worked that into him.
"And you don't?" she asked him.
"I can't, I'm ta.. to..oooo ti, eye, eye, tight," he admitted a heavy blush creeping across his cheeks as he stammered to push out the words while his
"I see and you think Miss Mercy can help you?"
"I was told you were the best Miss," he said panting a bit as she spread some of the cold gel onto his tight little pucker, making sure he was fully greased up.
"And so it appears that your husband has sent you hear to be stretched," Danielle said.
"No Miss! No. No, I promise!" Jackson cried, panting and begging almost as he tried to communicate the truth, to ensure to Miss Mercy that he wasn't lying.
"Me thinks though doth protest too much," Danielle smiled and Santana smiled in the back in the corner, not saying anything. She became lost in her thoughts, in her memory of all the terrible descriptions in the blue folder that she'd read the first day she met Marley, and most recently over the last few days.
She'd been in the session, mindlessly thinking for about an hour when all of a sudden, Miss Mercy was getting Jackson to beg and plead, wanting the enema, not wanting it, enjoying the feeling of having a thick plug inside his ass, and also fearing it's size and the amount of "damage" it would do to his body.
"Ah, ah, ah, you must relax my dear boy. Relax your body, and just open. Open your muscles, breathe and let your husband in," Mercy coaxed.
"No, no Miss, Please! He's too big. It's too much. I'm not as big as he is," Jackson cried, feeling his erection grow painfully hard.
"I think Miss Mercy is going to spank Jackson for lying," she said gripping her hand lightly around his now fully erect cock, being sure to have a good grip on the base. "You are not tiny, and having this," she said tapping the plug lightly, "in here, is not going to hurt you, as long as you breathe and relax, and open wide," Danielle said seductively and Jackson started to have a small orgasm. Danielle didn't even bat an eye. "Now, are you going to relax and open wide for me?" she asked. "You need to take all of this water. You need to take it all, and hold it in for a minute or two, so that you will be nice and clean and ready for your husband," Danielle said and Santana watched.
Santana frowned when she saw her cell phone glow in her pocket. She looked over at Danielle and waited for an acknowledgement that it was okay to check. "Relax and open wide," she cooed softly at the poor man, lying on the table, knees tied up to his chest, plug in his ass, as warm water flowed slowly into him. His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and the look on his face was a mix of fear and desire and pretty soon, he was just making sounds of whining and begging. Danielle glanced toward Santana, nodded at her when Santana held up her phone, and Santana covered her phone to block out any potential glow that would get through the blindfold Jackson was wearing.
"She doesn't want to open wide for a baba," Rachel had texted so Santana quickly tapped back a message.
"She can't say all those words."
"She did just now, but only as part of her dream. She just woke up screaming."
"Keep her calm, I'll try to get out early, the session is nearly done," she texted back and before she hit send Danielle's words made it through the fog of her brain.
"Open wide and relax Jackson. Let all the water in. Time to clean you out, make you nice and ready for your husband," Danielle cooed and in that moment, Santana's brain exploded with realization while Jackson's body exploded with an orgasm.
Santana left the room as calmly as she could and then fell to the floor, crumpled up in a small heap and sobbed. It was how Beth found her moments later. "I knew you weren't as ready as you made us believe," Beth sighed as she helped Santana to stand brought her into the office.
"Miss Susan, I need to talk to her. Please," Santana begged, reaching for some tissues to clean up her face.
"First you tell me why," Beth said seriously, sitting next to Santana taking her hand.
"She's been at it for three days now," she said and she calmly stood up and started pacing. "Three days. Three days. For three days my baby, my little girl, that innocent young lady, she was tortured," Santana ranted and Beth let her be for a moment, only breaking in when Santana paused to take a breath and wipe away her tears.
"Why do you need Miss Susan sweetheart? What is she going to be able to help you with," Beth asked.
"She's been crying and hysterical for three days and we didn't know why. We had no idea how to help, and I came back. I came back to learn the difference and instead I found out what has been torturing my little girl," Santana said, the tears falling slowly as she continued to babble.
Marley was lying on some surface. It was firm beneath her but she didn't know exactly what it was. The blindfold was in her way. Her hands were pinned next to her side. Cuffed and shackled into a 'secure' position so Terri could change the diaper that Marley had been wearing for two hours now. "Well well well, what do we have here?" Terri said in that sick sweet voice that gave Marley shivers, once she unfolded the front of the diaper. She looked in the diaper and saw small traces of brown. So far Marley had been able to use the toilet to relieve her bowels, but apparently she'd had been left alone for too long and her body had tried to relieve itself, but Marley held it in. Unfortunately for Marley, when Terri checked the seat of the diaper, she saw the brown stains and decided to go one step further.
"I"m sure it's nothing, but let's be sure," Terri said and Marley felt her blood run cold. She didn't know what was going to come next. Terri slipped a heavy weight across her abdomen to keep Marley still.
"Struggle all you want sweet cheeks," she said pinching her. "If you keep struggling, you'll just break a rib, and there's nothing anyone can do about a broken rib," Terri said and she pinched Marley's other cheek, before leaning in and kissing her full on the lips, trying to be passionate, but all she did was make Marley want to throw up.
Terri picked up a fleet enema kit and opened it loudly, and now Marley couldn't see, all she could do was hear and feel. "Baba for baby," she said and she uncapped the small nozzle and shoved it roughly into Marley's body. There was no preparation, no lubrication, except for the small amount on the applicator. She pushed it in and squeezed the contents in as roughly as she could and Marley screamed. Unfortunately for Marley, those screams turned Terri on. She pulled it out, let the bottle come back to a normal shape, tipped it so all the liquid was at the tip again and then squeezed firmly. The problem with that was as she squeezed roughly she pushed air into Marley's body and the gas was going to be trapped, causing Marley nothing but aches and pains.
"Baby has to finish her entire Baba, or Mommy is going to be very cross," Terri crooned and Marley struggled not to cry, but all she felt was pain from the cramps, and she had to relieve herself.
"No more!" Marley pleaded.
"Quiet!" Terri barked pushing a pacifier soaked in vinegar firmly into Marley's mouth, locking in behind her head with a clip. "Shhh, no more screaming. No more yelling. Relax. Open wide for Baba," Terri said and she pushed the nozzle to the enema tube firmly in and out of Marley's rectum, fucking her with the bottle while the water worked on her system. It didn't take long for Terri to get bored and once Marley stopped screaming in fear, Terri got really bored. She pulled the bottle out, put on a clean diaper, taped it into position and then left Marley on the table. Her body couldn't hold onto the liquid any longer, it wasn't meant to, and it all came spilling out into her diaper. Terri had walked by at one point and sniffed. She walked into the room and pinched Marley's cheek hard again. "Don't worry sweet cheeks, I got you a new Daddy. Pretty soon, he'll be here and we'll get to start our new life," she said and with that she walked away, leaving Marley alone in her own filth.
"She broke my little girl. She's so scared of everything, and something is wrong. Something I can't fix. I understand it, but I can't fix it. I need to talk to Miss Susan to help Marley. To fix my baby," Santana said seriously.
"Alright, we will do that, but first off you have to calm down. Do what you need to do and pull it together and then I will call Miss Susan for you," she said and Santana paced, like a caged animal, trying to work out her nerves. Doctor Martinez had informed Santana that two of Marley's many sores had come from anal trauma, and in the file it listed several actions that would be defined as anal trauma. Santana figured the enema would have done it, and she could only guess it was an enema, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. The enema came in a bottle, and baba was the baby word for it, something Santana knew Terri insisted on using. Her blood boiled with anger and her body shook with anxiety. "I have to help her," she said softly.
Santana continued to pace and then pulled out her phone, checking to see why Rachel hadn't texted her back yet. When she saw the word Draft under Rachel's name she swore under her breath. "Calm Santana," Beth said sternly as she picked up her phone to call Susan.
Santana blushed and apologized to Beth before erasing what had been there and typing out a whole new message. "I know what it is, I'm calling Miss Susan for help. I'll be home as soon as I can," she texted and then she put her phone to vibrate and slipped it into her back pocket.
"Hi Susan, it's Beth, Santana needs to talk to you," she said and after a moment she handed the phone to Santana.
"I know what it is. I know what she's been hysterical about," Santana said in a rush.
"Calm Santana!" Beth said seriously, but Susan said those same words on the other end of the phone at the same time and Santana blushed a little bit more. It was scary how the two women were so in sync at times.
"Sweetheart, I will help you, you know that, but I want you to sit down and take a breath, so I understand everything," Susan said and with a heavy sigh, Santana sat down and did a few deep breathing exercises. She calmed herself enough and once Susan heard her breathing settle out, she began to speak. "What has she been hysterical about sweetheart?"
"She keeps crying, shaking, telling us she doesn't want a baba. We didn't know what that was. We showed her a picture of a baby bottle and she laughed, so we knew it wasn't that. But now I know. It's an enema, she doesn't want and enema," Santana said.
"That's a large jump Santana. How did you come to this realization?" she asked kindly.
"I was in a hydro session with Miss Mercy and she kept saying it. She kept telling him, he had to relax, and open wide, and just breathe, and then I got a text from Rachel and Marley woke up screaming about how she didn't want to open wide for a baba. Miss Susan that has to be it, and I don't know how to make her understand we won't give her one of those. She doesn't even know what's it's really called," Santana said getting worked up again.
"Breathe Santana. I will help you. I don't know how at the moment, so I need some time to think. Go home to your family and I will call you later once I have something figured out. However, you will not tell her she doesn't need one. If she's afraid she has to have one, it's probably because she does."
"Yes Miss, thank you," Santana said and then handed the phone back to Beth. "She said I should go home to my family and wait for her call," Santana said.
"I agree, but I have another condition. You will share everything you can with Rachel and Kurt, if they are both home," Beth said and Santana nodded. She'd been doing that already. "Including your insecurities young lady," Beth said seriously and Santana gave her a shocked look. "I know you Santana, just like I know all my staff. You don't like to share. Now up until this point in your life, that has been fine, but right now, with Marley, this is not something you should deal with alone. You had a break down in my hallway. I want you to go home and confide in someone. You need to do it, to release the stress that is building up. You have to relax so you can help Marley relax and you know what? It's really okay to have a break down." Santana sat quietly and eventually nodded her agreement.
"Good girl. Go home, and I will help Miss Mercy with anything else that she needs. I will tell her, she was a great help to you, and then I will check on you tomorrow morning," Beth said. Santana nodded, stood up, gave Beth a hug, and left the office. She had to get home.