"Don't look at me like that unless you plan on following through, babe."

I'm in the mood and you're looking good in my sweats, your legs thrown over my lap as we watch tv.

Oh, I definitely plan on following through. I have to have you right now.

I push your legs off my lap and crawl over you, pulling the notebook out of your hands and throwing it on the ground as I lean down to kiss you. Your pupils dilate and your eyes grow lusty as you reach up to tuck my hair behind my ears. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you look up at me.

Just as I'm about to close the distance to your oh so kissable lips, I feel a turn and a hot flash, and I'm off the couch and in the bathroom in record time, puking up my guts for what feels like the hundredth time today.

I hear your soft footfalls pad into the bathroom behind me, as you grab my hair from my hand and rub my back, cooing out niceties while I keep on puking. You hand me a glass of water when I stop long enough to flush the toilet, and I swirl it around my mouth. I feel the tears hot and heavy start falling before I even realize that they are.

You start cooing again and try to soothe my tears, but my feelings are washing over me and I have no control. You kneel down and pull me into your arms and let me cry, knowing that I'm too upset to tell you why. Which just makes me cry harder.

You are being so, so supportive, patient, understanding and I feel like such a horrible wife.

And I feel horrible and I can't stop puking. Ever.

And we haven't had sex in weeks and it's the longest we've gone and I know you're aching for it. I can see it in your eyes and in your tight shoulders.

And I just feel so guilty.

I feel a wave of nausea hit me again and I'm up and over the toilet in a flash, throwing up the water I just swallowed.

And everything hurts.

And I didn't think being pregnant would be this miserable.

And for a brief moment I wonder if we can turn back, if it will allow me to feel like a normal human being for even just a second.

But, then I think about everything we went through to get here and a twinge of guilt surges through me and I realize I wouldn't change anything. Any of it. Even the puke. Tears spring form my eyes again and turn into sobs.

Your arms around me again and your lips are on my ear and you start singing my favorite song. You're so cute because you used to get so frazzled when I started crying but through the years you've learned how to calm me down. Baby, you've been getting a lot of practice lately.

My sobs calm down to gasps and your arms hold me tight, your hands still brushing my back. I'm soothed by your heartbeat against my ear, steady, strong, sure. Everything I'm not right now.

You're my rock.

You let me calm myself, not asking any questions, just sitting with me. It's all overwhelming and I need to get it out, "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what, B?" your voice is so soft, so soothing.

"For looking at you like that. For leading you on."

"You didn't lead me on, sweetie."

"Yes I did! I just want to have sex with you!" a fresh wave of sobs bursts forth and you hold me close again.

"It's ok, it's ok. Baby, I was just teasing earlier... please don't apologize for not feeling good."

"This fucking sucks."

"I know, but it'll be over soon…" your voice doesn't sound as sure, and I can feel my emotions flipping.

"What do you mean, it'll be over soon? You don't know that, Santana! You're not a doctor! You have no idea!" I pull myself out of your arms so I can glare at you.

You're completely thrown by my burst of anger, but you hold steady. Steadier than I've ever seen you before.

"Britt, we just have to get through these first few months, just like the doctor said, and then everything will calm down."

I snort, "Easy for you to say! You're not the one barfing her brains out every five seconds!"

You stand up at that and slide your fingers through your hair, holding back your temper, your hulk.

"You're right. I'm not." you take a deep breath and look in the mirror. "I'm gonna get you some crackers."

You're gone for a few minutes and my anger fades away. I don't feel like I'm gonna puke again, and I rinse with mouthwash before I turn to walk back into the living room. I find you walking towards me with saltines, a hesitant look on your face.

I hate that I put it there.

I reach out for you and pull you into a hug, kissing your cheek. You're stiff at first, but then you relax into me.

You're so cute, baby. You're trying to learn how to handle my mood swings, this is all so new to both of us, and you're just… so cute.

"I'm sorry. You're right."

You sigh and kiss my cheek.

I lead you back to the couch and we resume our position from earlier, your legs in my lap. I munch on saltines while you watch tv quietly giggling.

You still look really good.

Super good.

Totally fuckable.

I want you even more than I did before. Your patience and gentleness with me turned me on.

"Am I a tease?" it's out of my mouth before I can stop it.

You look at me with your eyebrow raised, and I can't blame you. "You're not a tease, Britt-Britt."

"I feel like a tease."

"Babe…"

"I feel like I'm just always starting you up and then leaving to go puke or to lie down because I feel dizzy and it's just not fair."

"It's ok. I'm ok."

"You shouldn't just be ok, you should be great, wonderful, thoroughly and utterly fucked."

"I am great, and wonderful. You're pregnant and I'm so so happy!"

Your smile is infectious and I feel one breaking out over my face as well.

"I'm gonna make it up to you, you know."

"Oh, I'm counting on it. Take your time, B. I'm not going anywhere."

At that I lean down and take your lips between mine for a quick kiss. It's not much, but it's so full of love and understanding that it makes my heart swell, swell, swell for you.

A/N: Reviews! Reviews are wonderful!