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The rest of their vacation passed by in a blur as they eventually went to stay at Santana's big house in Maui and then travelled to some of the other islands as well.

They had great fun taking Valentino in a kayak, although Santana had been a little hesitant about that at first, visited a volcano park and Brittany even managed to convince Santana to go snorkelling. Valentino had been nervous about snorkelling at first, clinging tightly to Brittany the entire time but eventually started to enjoy the experience.

Then there were all of the nights when the adults would slow dance together and they somehow managed to have many stolen moments of making love with each other, despite Val and the others being around. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other the entire trip until even the other four adults kept making jokes about how obvious it was that they were totally in love. Both Brittany and Santana blushed a little at their teasing but couldn't deny it.

Aside from their first night of intimacy in the hotel room, Brittany's favourite memory with her lover was when Santana sneakily lead her down to the beach late one night and pressed her up against a smooth rock face beside crashing waves, kissing her deeply and making her see stars as they gave in to their lust for each other right there. She couldn't get enough of Santana's tanned, sun-warmed skin and full lips.

"Mommy, I don't want to go home!" Val whined, flopping face down on his bed with tears streaming down his cheeks as Santana groaned, in a similar state of disgruntlement on the day of their flight back home to Ohio. Brittany rolled her eyes fondly, thinking it was cute how whiny both her lover and their son were.

"Valentino, put your clothes on already. We're going to miss our flight." Santana grunted, overwhelmed by all of his whining and crying. It had been an absolute struggle to get her son out of bed and now he was having a meltdown. Every time the dark-haired woman handed his clothes to him he'd toss them aside, wailing even louder.

Brittany eventually shook her head in amused exasperation, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling both of them into a hug when she realized nothing else was going to get done for the day unless she stepped in.

"I know, it was a really good trip, wasn't it?"

Valentino nodded with wide, soft brown eyes, whimpering and his lower lip wobbled in a way that made both of his moms' expressions soften as he melted their hearts. He had grown really attached to living by the beach all of the time and all of the adventures the three of them had been on together.

"You know what? It's okay because we can come back again," Brittany told him gently. "And we can go on lots of other trips too, just the three of us, right?"

That actually sounded like a lot of fun to him. His face brightened as he wrapped his arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her skin was sunburned pink in some areas, with a lot more freckles all over it and her hair looked like it turned an even paler shade of blonde.

"Okay."

"Besides, aren't you excited to get back home and see LT again? You can show him all your new toys. He's gonna be so jealous."

"He will be!" Valentino declared, much happier about this idea and both parents were relieved when he was a lot more cooperative after that. The three were all relieved when they finally made it back home and all three crashed out in Brittany's apartment, exhausted.

"Mommy, are you getting all confused by the flavours again?"

Valentino giggled as his blonde mom kept staring at each of the different ones through the glass and reading out some of their names in a dazed voice with a look of confusion on her face.

"A little," She admitted as he laughed. "There's like a million. Mommy's silly, I know but which one do you want, Kitten?"

"Chocolate!" He replied right away, bringing a smile to Brittany's lips as she knew he would say that and tugging on her shirt sleeve as he pointed at another ice cream. "Mommy, you should get strawberry again because it's pink so it's your favourite colour."

"Ooo, you're right, my little chocoholic! Good choices," She finally told the long-suffering looking worker the flavours they wanted for their two cones. "Oh wait, should we get one for Mami too?"

"It'll melt, Mommy!"

"Oh, oops. Guess we won't do that."

Mommy had taken him on a special trip for just the two of them to their favourite ice cream shop. Ever since Mami and Mommy got back together again, his mommy had been making a point to go on all these special outings with him just like they used to before he met Santana. He knew she was trying to make him feel better about all the changes.

The weather was getting a little colder now that summer was over but the two of them were so ice cream-addicted that they had it at all times of the year. She knelt down beside him, looking into his eyes deeply with that cat-like gaze of hers when they got to the park.

"Mommy, whatever it was I didn't do it even if Lord Tubbington says I did. I didn't break that window with my ball or anything."

"No, it's not that… but we can talk about that later. Kitten, there's something I really wanted to ask you about. Would you mind if we moved in with your Mami in her big house?"

"Move in? How come?"

"She wants to live with us forever, as a family."

He fell silent, thinking about this for a long time. He wasn't sure about leaving their apartment and it made him sad thinking about having to leave things behind but his Mommy seemed happy about moving. He didn't want to disappoint them. He pouted, thinking about all of their pictures in the frames, his toys and his mommy's bright-coloured everything.

"Is everything gonna be way different? We won't have any of our stuff anymore?"

"Don't worry, Baby. I know you're a little scared and sad. We'll bring everything with us and make it almost the same as our apartment. Would that be okay?"

"That does seem better," He felt happier at the thought of that. "I do really wanna live with Mami and you."

"I'd love that too, Kitten. Thank you," She beamed at him then pulled him into a tight hug. "You've been such a big boy about everything. I'm really proud of you and Mami is too."

"Really?"

"Yep. You're our precious kitten," She kissed his forehead, admiring his soft, sweet face and bouncy curls but then noticed that he was making a mess. He had ice cream all over his face and the light blue shirt he was wearing somehow. "Our kitten who's now totally covered in ice cream but that's okay too."

Valentino noticed that his mom seemed super happy lately ever since they went on their trip and she was dating his Mami again. Not just happy like how she was when he cleaned his room finally after leaving clutter everywhere for a million years but happier than he had ever seen her since he could remember. He never heard her crying and she didn't ever have that funny, faraway look in her eyes like she was thinking about something he didn't know about anymore.

"Mommy, you seem different now."

She looked down at him in surprise as she held his hand, walking him back to their house after she had watched him play on the swings and slide for a while.

"Huh? Different how, Kitten?"

"Different like you smile a lot more and your eyes are all bright all the time. I like when you're happy when you're with Mami."

"Aw, thank you, Sweetie. How about you, are you happy too?"

He nodded, leaning against her as she ran her fingers through his curls gently. Somehow his world felt so complete and better now that he had his two moms.

"Do you love Mami?" He asked, although things like sappy romance made him really grossed out and part of him still wanted to keep his mommy to himself, he wanted to know. Mommy was acting like one of those girls in the movies they watched who met their prince and lived happily ever after. "Like actually really love her?"

"I really do love her, Kitten and she loves me too. And you know what?" She gently bopped him on his tiny nose as he looked up at her curiously, "I always loved your Mami and I always wanted to have you with her."

"Really?" Valentino felt all warm inside and comforted at the thought.

"I really wanted you. In fact, even before I met your Mami, I'd dream about having a little baby boy who looked just like you. Then you were born and you were just perfect."

"You wanted a little boy just like me?"

"Of course. Even with your cute little brown eyes and dimples. Actually you're even better than I imagined you would be, if that's even possible," She whispered softly, her blue eyes shining but then turning playful. "Now let's get home so we can break into the M&Ms. Race you!"

He giggled as she skipped playfully ahead of him and he ran to catch up with her.

It turned out that moving in with Mami wasn't such a bad thing at all as she had a massive house like a castle that he loved exploring and a huge swimming pool.

"Mami, I want this one!" Valentino insisted, pointing at a red leather jacket that looked similar to the ones Santana wore as soon as they walked into the store. Mami looked over at him with an arched, black eyebrow and lips pressed together.

"It's $500. I just bought you a whole bunch of shirts and another gold watch. Are you sure you need it?"

"Please, Mami, please! Just one more thing!" He pleaded, looking up at her cutely while Mommy also gave her a similar look with big blue eyes. Mami eventually caved, sighing and went over to pay for it with her credit card as he smirked, victorious.

She and Mommy were each carrying a bunch of bags of things they bought for themselves and him. They were in the middle of yet another shopping trip in a fancy mall - one of Valentino's favourite activities to do with his moms - when his mommy suddenly wrapped her arms around Mami, slumping against her slightly shorter frame. He and Mami both reacted the same way, shouting in panicked voices.

"Mommy!"

"Britt, are you okay?"

Santana took the shopping bags from Brittany and placed them aside. Even the shop attendants and other customers looked over in concern at the family.

Santana instantly became concerned and pulled the blonde closer, gently rubbing her back and stroking her face. It was so unusual for Brittany to be anything other than chipper and energetic. She usually had way more energy than Santana even. Valentino gasped, coming to his mommy's rescue.

"Mommy, what happened? Do you have a hangover? Mami says when you drink too much you get hangovers the next day."

The two adults giggled when he said this then his mommy shook her head, smiling in her usual cheerful and carefree way, although he noticed that she still looked tired.

"No, it's not that. Not this time anyway. I'm totally okay. I just felt kind of dizzy and tired for some reason just now but we can still shop, don't mind me."

Santana was silent, standing in place and looking over at the blonde in concern even when Brittany tried to laugh it off and pull her along to the next store.

"Britt, are you sure? It seems like you can barely keep your eyes open today. You've been so tired like that all week, Babe. Maybe we should go home."

"Hm, m-maybe you're right," Brittany leaned against Santana again, grateful for the comfort and security of having her lover's strong arms around her as another wave of tiredness seemed to hit her out of nowhere. She wasn't going to argue with her. "It's so weird, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm sorry. I guess shopping must have worn me out."

"It's totally okay. You need to get some rest, Babe."

"Mommy, you need to sleep in your bed." Valentino agreed, wrapping his arms around his mommy.

Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist protectively and held their son's hand to keep him close as well as she lead them out to her car. It was just as well that they were on their way home because Brittany fell asleep on the way there almost as quickly as Val did, both of them completely worn out from their wild day of shopping.

At first, even though she was concerned, Santana didn't want to assume too much about Brittany's constant state of exhaustion. Maybe her girlfriend was feeling a little stressed lately. Although it was a little odd considering all of the stress relief they had just had during their vacation. Santana smirked at the thought of the particular "stress relieving" activities the couple had got up to on just about every available surface they could find.

Then came the mood swings.

Brittany was literally never moody about anything unless she was severely hormonal and PMSing, so it took Santana by complete surprise when her girlfriend was way more passive aggressive than normal.

It started when she ran away crying after some young, blonde, leggy waitress at Breadstix tried flirting very obviously with Santana who kept awkwardly trying to shut down her attempts.

"Britt-Britt, please don't cry." Santana ran after her in the parking lot, bewildered by her reaction but concerned when the pale woman didn't give her much of an answer or explanation, pouting and looking glum.

Brittany was silent throughout the ride home, obviously upset and Santana felt helpless as she didn't know how to reach her. She even rolled her eyes at Santana cursing people out on the road and this time, her eye rolls seemed more exasperated than amused.

"Britt," Santana whined when she looked at her for a reaction and Brittany didn't give her much attention. "You love when I fight with those idiots. Come on, you know that guy deserved it."

"Mm hm." Brittany hummed noncommittally, her voice sounding more flat and monotone than normal.

"What? Now you don't like that? You normally think it's hot when I cuss people out. Britt!"

"Sure, it's hot. I guess." She shrugged and Santana's jaw dropped. She was so flustered by her lack of a reaction, thinking about ways she could make her next road rage more impressive. It was so confusing. Brittany normally was all over her when she acted this way.

"You know, if you're still thinking about getting famous on a reality show one of these days, we could probably get you on Hoarders based on the way you keep your car." Brittany quipped after she nearly tripped over all of the shoes, plastic cups from fast food outings with Val and random junk Santana had squeezed into the passenger seat area.

The state of the backseat was even more disastrous. Santana was stunned into silence, not knowing how to respond to that. She was pretty sure she had just been called out for the way she kept her car although Brittany's smile was so innocent and cute. Even her voice was just as sugary sweet as it always was. Santana followed the blonde, determined to get to the bottom of her mood swings.

"C'mon, I know you're not really upset about those other little things like my car or me fighting with those other drivers or that slutty waitress. What's really bothering you, huh? I think I know what will make you feel better." She purred, trying to appeal to the blonde with her most seductive expression.

Santana slipped an arm around her shoulders sneakily, leaning in for a kiss, only for Brittany to make a flustered cat-like sound of frustration, pressing a finger to her pouty lips to stop her as her blue eyes flashed. This reaction was practically unheard of from Brittany.

"Huh? No kissing allowed today either?" Santana smirked, though somewhat wounded by Brittany's reaction. She tried to make sense of it, then she eventually figured it out and her brown eyes lit up. "Oh, I get it. You're playing the innocent coy girl huh? That's so hot. Okay, we can do roleplay games again. I'll play the bad girl who corrupts your innocence, Babe."

"Santana!" Brittany narrowed her eyes at her warningly, covering her boobs with her arm when Santana's gaze dropped to them but then gave in within five seconds at the charming, dimpled smile on her girlfriend's face. She couldn't help but kiss Santana when she was looking at her like that, even if she wanted to be all grouchy with her. She slipped her arms around Santana's neck, pressing her whole body up against her, practically swooning and struggling to get her words out in her dazed state in between heated kisses. "Actually, you're right. Your kisses feel so good. I think we should have sex right now."

Santana was taken aback by the complete 180 her girlfriend had just done but her own mood instantly brightened. She may not have known how to decipher all of Brittany's moods but an aroused Brittany was much more familiar ground to her. It wasn't abnormal for Brittany to get into these nervous breakdown states at times. Maybe sex would be the best way to soothe the blonde. Sex with Brittany made just about everything in the universe better.

"That can totally be arranged, Babe. I'll make you feel so good."

Brittany was all over her after that, practically giving her whiplash by how quickly she had gone from extremely upset to extremely horny as she kissed her so much, they took forever to make their way upstairs to the master bedroom. Even though the bed was literally two feet away from them, it gave Brittany a thrill when her girlfriend lifted her and pressed her down forcefully, straddling her right away. She squealed happily, pulling her down into a passionate kiss. Santana thanked her lucky stars that Valentino was staying at Whitney's house for the night.

Then everything came to a grinding halt when Brittany pulled away from her again with a startled noise as soon as Santana got her hand under her bra and squeezed her breast.

"W-wait, Baby," She managed to say, out of breath and so very distracted by what Santana was doing to her nipple. Santana looked up at her with a mixture of confusion and frustration but waited patiently. "I just… Can you give me a moment to um… get ready?"

"Um… okay. Get ready? Whatever you need, Britt." Santana was bewildered by what more Brittany would need to do to get ready considering at this point they'd usually be peeling whatever articles they were wearing off of each other. They weren't exactly the types to wait. Then she smirked, thinking her girlfriend probably had a surprise to show her. Maybe she got a new lingerie set.

"Could you wait outside?"

"Outside?" Santana blinked in confusion again, her brows drawing together at being chased out of the bedroom. "Okay, sure, Beautiful. I'll be right there when you're ready. So ready."

After what felt like a million years to Santana but was probably about five minutes, Brittany finally opened the door and beckoned her inside with a seductive look that made Santana's blood run hot. She had mentally prepared herself for what Brittany was probably going to look like, practically combusting at the thought of the blonde in light blue or pink lingerie.

However, when she pounced onto her girlfriend who was laying on the bed and giving her come hither eyes, she noticed Brittany was completely wrapped up in a thick, woolly blanket. Santana leaned down to kiss her, growing frustrated by the extra layer in between her and soft, pale skin. She was completely perplexed and waiting for the moment when Brittany was going to strip that annoying, heavy thing off.

"Um, Britt. Not that you don't totally rock the comforter look but I kind of need to be able to see and touch you if we're gonna do this. I mean, we could also dry hump like teenagers too if you want but it'll probably feel better if you're not wrapped up in that blanket."

Brittany had an uncharacteristically shy expression when she looked up at her, not quite meeting her eyes. Her voice was so quiet Santana could barely hear her next words.

"I can't take it off."

"How come, Britt-Britt?" Santana whispered gently, kissing the shell of her ear and then her cheek, hoping to reassure her. "Is everything okay? I really want to see you."

"You're not gonna be attracted to me anymore!" Brittany finally sobbed in a tearful outburst as her insecurities spilled out.

"Whoa, wait… what?" Santana shook her head. She was beyond shocked as her girlfriend was normally never self-conscious about anything to do with her body. She was usually the complete opposite. Brittany was practically a nudist and even more confident in her own body than Santana was about herself. Maybe this was all part of those serious mood swings Brittany had been having lately that Santana couldn't predict or make any sense of. "That would be physically impossible for me. You're the sexiest woman in existence. I'd have to be, I don't know, be possessed to not think you were hot. Even then, the demon would totally think you're hot too and you know that."

"You really mean that?" Santana nodded, kissing her cheek sweetly and her words did make Brittany feel a little better. "I guess you're right. I mean, demons have been hitting on me for a while now."

"Wait, which ones? I'll fight them," Santana narrowed her eyes suspiciously before realizing that she was getting jealous of imaginary beings now and shook her head at her own ridiculousness. "What's actually worrying you, Britt? Please tell me. You know we can talk about anything. You've always loved your body and loved flaunting it. And fuck do I love when you do."

"It's just… I don't know if you noticed recently but I'm kind of… curvier than I was. My thighs are bigger… and my boobs… and even my stomach."

"That's what you think I wouldn't like?" Santana shook her head in amusement and disbelief. Her girlfriend had maybe gained a few pounds, if that, now that she thought about it, since their Hawaii trip but it looked so good on her. "Fucking hell, you're even hotter, if that's actually possible. So womanly."

"I feel out of shape. I'm so bloated."

"I don't see that at all. You're just incredibly sexy."

Brittany whimpered appreciatively, allowing Santana to wrap her up in her embrace, kissing her deeply and open-mouthed. When they eventually parted, the blonde slowly pulled down the blanket, shyly revealing her slightly different body to her lover.

Santana wasn't sure what Brittany was making a big deal out of. Her breasts were about a cup size larger but just as perky and stunning as they always were. Her stomach was a little more rounded but still so small. Her thighs were just a little thicker and curvier in the sexiest way Santana had ever seen.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Santana made a point to kiss and worship every area of soft, pale skin that was revealed. She was determined to chase away any insecurities Brittany had as she stroked her flawless skin, kissing every freckle and mole. Eventually the blonde spread her legs, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck and pulling her up to kiss her lips. She whispered desperately against them, still tearful and emotional.

"Oh, Santana. I'm sorry I've been so grouchy lately. I really do think it's super hot when you have road rage. Take me."

Who was she to argue? Santana did just that, admiring the pretty, rosy flush to her lover's pale chest and cheeks as she moved in and out of her, curling her fingers while Brittany gripped into her black hair tightly, moaning at each movement. She yelped and grabbed her wrist when Santana fondled her breast again a little too roughly.

"Ow!"

"Oh, sorry." Santana kissed it in apology as she withdrew her hand, confused yet again because she had never seen Brittany have this reaction before to her touches. She felt so guilty about hurting her.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. They're just so sensitive these days. Like really sensitive and they feel all sore."

That was unusual but Santana was too distracted by everything they were doing to dwell on it. It didn't seem to be deterring Brittany from wanting Santana to touch her. Brittany brought Santana's hand back up to her chest, encouraging her to palm her more softly than she normally would. Somehow, she seemed even more receptive than normal to everything they were doing.

"Britt, you're so wet," Santana whispered in awe at how aroused the blonde was. She had never seen her this worked up before. "You always are, but this is… you're just dripping on me. So hot."

"Please, don't stop," Brittany clawed down her shoulders, making Santana hiss in appreciation and the fairer woman was soon whining in climax. After she had made her come three more times spectacularly, they both passed out in exhaustion.

From then on, Brittany suddenly seemed to be all over her at all hours of the day and no matter when they did it, she was always so indescribably wet, as if she had been thinking of Santana's touch all day. She'd ambush Santana when she wasn't expecting it, slipping a hand between the dark-haired woman's legs and anytime Santana was sitting on the couch, Brittany would suddenly be in her lap, kissing her as if she was starved for her touch.

The blonde was no longer ever shy or self-conscious about those changes to her body. In fact, she couldn't seem to keep her clothes on. Not that Santana was remotely complaining about any of this.

Santana noticed Brittany yawning and slumping in her seat, her eyes slightly glazed over and sleepy as Santana turned the volume down slightly on the song she was playing. Whenever the blonde wasn't getting it on with her, all she wanted to do was sleep. She had even caught her curled up in a ball, out cold on the couch a few times when she came home from work.

The Latina had become so concerned about her girlfriend between all of the sleeping, her constant state of arousal, the request for Breadstix takeout several times a week and other changes that she insisted they get her checked out just to make sure she wasn't actually sick.

"You okay, Britt?" She asked softly, giving her leg a comforting squeeze before turning her concentration back to the road in front of her.

"Yeah. All good."

"I know you're saying it's nothing because you don't want me and Val to be worried but being tired like this all the time isn't really normal. Especially for you."

Brittany began to sniffle, becoming a little overwhelmed with emotion. Santana started to feel guilty about bringing up the subject and wondered if she had said something insensitive. She panicked and began to ramble to the blonde.

"Whoa, Britt. I'm sorry. Did I say something that hurt your feelings because I really don't mean to? We can go get ice cream right now if that would make you feel better."

"No, it's okay. I know I've been acting all weird. I'm just so tired literally all the time now. I'm tired and I really, really want Breadstix again," The blonde gasped, cupping her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "Oh, I'm pregnant!"

Santana nearly shot out of her seat, banging her head on the roof of the car and had to concentrate on not ramming into the car in front of her as her vision blurred.

"Whoa - what?"

"It all makes sense. I only want Breadstix this much when I'm pregnant with your baby," Brittany explained casually in a typical Brittany way, as if she was recounting something that happened with Lord Tubbington the night before. "All of a sudden it's like I need to bring a wheelbarrow with us and demand they give us unlimited breadsticks like you did that one time. Now I get why my mom keeps giving me these weird smug looks like she knows something I don't whenever I tell her I'm going for Breadstix again."

"Huh… whoa, wait, that's how you know you're pregnant?"

Even though she was freaking out beyond belief and felt her heart practically hammering against her chest, Santana couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the quirky blonde was with her explanation. She slowed down her driving, even at the thought of her partner being pregnant and started to feel like she needed to be way more careful.

"That… and I haven't had my period for months. Mine are pretty random as you know and I can't predict them too well but that's a weirdly long time even for me."

"Whoa… Britt," Santana felt like she was going to pass out as she processed all of this. She winced, thinking about how they'd had so much sex without ever once thinking about any type of protection. She knew there were ways of preventing these types of pregnancies but Brittany hadn't exactly brought them up, nor had she even thought to ask when she was caught up in lust. God, she had been a monumental dumbass, she could practically slap herself. "You're pregnant. I mean… you actually might be."

There were a million and one thoughts going through Santana's head. For one thing, there was the fact that she hadn't been around when Brittany was pregnant the first time and now she'd get the chance to experience all of that from the beginning.

Sure, she was Valentino's mom now but would she be a good enough mother to have a new little baby with Brittany too? She had never even imagined she'd have one baby and now she could possibly be having a second one.

Then, despite all of her worries, another, bigger part of her was lightheaded with joy at the idea of them having a baby again. Another baby of their own… it was almost too good to be true.

"Yeah, Silly. That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you. San, you look like you're going to pass out. Are you okay?"

"Britt… it's just, are you absolutely sure?"

"We're going to the doctor anyway so we can find out for sure," Brittany shrugged, still looking at her in concern. "Are you crying?"

"I'm just really happy. I mean, I know I shouldn't get my hopes up and this totally wasn't what I expected but I'm really happy, Britt."

"Me too." Brittany admitted, beginning to sob as well on their way to the doctor's as she thought about it all. She clutched her stomach and rubbed it gently. She just knew she was pregnant. She had loved every second of having her first baby. She couldn't help but fantasize about having Santana by her side, making her feel so protected and loved when she was pregnant with their baby again.

They confirmed that Brittany was indeed pregnant. Exactly two months along.

"We're having another baby." Santana repeated about three times in a dazed voice, still in shock.

"We're having another baby!" Brittany cheered as Santana kissed her, wiping a tear from her pale cheek.

They both laughed happily and then sobbed as they threw their arms around each other.