"You need to send this platoon home! They all deserve it. At least for a weekend! You have kept them from their families and their lives for 10 weeks! Rigo has a newborn baby, Carpenter has a sick mother and I've been married for two months with a baby on the way, I'll be divorced before we've had our six month anniversary. This isn't fair Captain. I know that this is our job but to worry the people who love us the most like this isn't normal. Contact is minimal as it is but to disappear without any warning isn't acceptable!" Santana exclaimed.
As soon as Santana and Alex had been deployed, they were reassigned to Germany and were under strict instructions that absolutely no contact would be made home. The base had been under air strike and they had lost all form of communication and they didn't want anymore leaks to their location.
The Latina had already been approved to go home for this weekend as a surprise, as it was Quinn's graduation. Things had taken a turn and they had been in firefight for three weeks straight and reinforcements had been called in, technically meaning that her platoon could be rotated out, if only for a weekend.
"You know what your rank entails Lopez. You know what this means and we are not in a good place at the moment. However, I do understand that you need to go home, but I can only give you the weekend. As for the rest of your team, half will get their weekend this week and the remainder will be next week, but this is a one time thing. You hear me?You're a great leader Lopez, you fight for your team and that's what the US army needs. I hope that you are re-enlisting."
"Thank you Sir. My guys are working harder than ever and they do deserve this. I'm going to speak to my wife but I think my re-enlisting is almost a certain. Thank you again Captain." Santana saluted before being dismissed back to her bunk, ready to pack and get home.
"Mija, you look absolutely radiant, pregnancy looks so good on you." Maribel exclaimed.
"You really do little sister. I'm so proud of you for everything you've achieved." Frannie chimed in, whilst pulling her sister into a gentle side hug.
"Thank you for being here, both of you." Quinn reached out, holding one of Maribel's hand and one of Frannie's. "I don't know what I would do without the two of you. It's been so hard these past few months and I don't know where I would have been without your support. I have a constant knot of anxiety that won't relieve until I know my Tana is safe, I think it's killing me from the inside out." She finished as she tried to withhold her tears, one single one escaping, but quickly caught by Frannie as not to ruin her makeup.
"At this point, no news is good news baby girl." Maribel soothed.
Quinn knew that this was also eating away at Maribel, but Mari had told her that this had happened a handful of times to her and Emilio.
"Now, let's get this valedictorian to her ceremony. Kurt, Mercedes, are you ready? We're leaving." Mari proudly announced to the other tenants of the apartment. They all soon made their way out of the apartment and towards the college.
"Thank you NYU, it really has been a pleasure. I wish my fellow students and the brilliant teachers at this school the greatest success they are able to achieve." Quinn finished her speech, leading the student body into launching their graduate hats into the air.
She made her way off the stage as quickly as she could, considering she now had quite the pregnant belly, and straight into the arms of her roommates, sister and mama. When the embrace broke, they all made their way outside onto the patch of green grass to allow them to take some photos with a better backdrop.
Once the five of them had finished, Quinn was swept away by Elaina and Helen to take their own photos. They were chitchatting and giggling when Quinn felt a pressure on her wrist.
She turned around to find Biff. A boy that is a mutual friend, yet they have never really spoken, they just ran in the same circle for a while. He has tried to hit on her multiple times, however, she obviously always shoots him down. It seems lately though, that her being married and pregnant has made him more persistent.
"Hey Quinn, I just wanted to say, great job up there." He smiled.
"Thanks." Quinn huffed, trying to pull her wrist from his grasp, which he tightened. When she looked around, everyone was engaged in their own conversation, not paying attention at all to her situation.
"How would you like to get dinner with me tonight?" Biff continued, still trying to charm his way in.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm married?" She struggled. "Please let go of me!"
Biff chuckled, "I know you keep saying that, yet I have no proof. I don't even know who the father of your bab-"
Biff didn't get to finish his sentence as a force that appeared as if from nowhere pushed him backwards. He fell flat onto his back but had no time to stand back up right as there was a camouflaged green uniform standing intimidatingly over him.
"If you ever lay your hands on my wife again pretty boy, I swear I will personally kill you and trust me, no one will ever find you. Are you hearing me?" Santana harshly whispered.
She was delighted to see that the boy was now nodding frantically, glad to know that she wouldn't have to cause a scene on Quinn's big day, by kicking this dudes ass.
Quinn was in complete shock. It all happened so quick that she wasn't sure if it was actually her just hallucinating. It wouldn't be a surprise as that has happened to her before. But once she heard that threatening tone, she knew her wife was in front of her.
The blonde slowly approached and gently tugged on the back of her jacket. As if it was slow motion, the girl turned and their eyes instantly locked. Quinn's instantly filled with tears as Santana took a cautious step towards her.
"Hi baby love." She whispered.
Somehow, this flared something within Quinn and all she felt was rage.
"Don't you dare 'Hi baby love' me Santana Lopez! Where the hell have you been? I have been worried sick. You've been gone for nearly 3 months and I have had radio silence since then! I thought that you were dead. I was waiting for a soldier to turn up on my doorstep with a folded flag telling me that my wife had died!" She began to scream. She wasn't sure when, but she had stepped into Santana and begun to hit her chest with balled up fists.
Santana for her part, just held Quinn's waist and allowed her to hit and scream at her. She knows how much her wife has been hurting, she knows the emotional toll it has had on her, because she's been feeling it too. Plus, Quinn's hormones are still haywire.
All the commotion had finally gotten the attention of their family and friends and everyone was in disbelief of the scene before them.
They all had watery eyes as they watched the situation unfold. They could see the way Quinn was losing all fight and beginning to sob onto Santana's shoulder, gripping her chest like her life depended on it. Santana was now resting her head atop of her wife's, her tears silently streaming down her face. It was utterly heartbreaking.
After a couple minutes, the couple regained composure and lifted their heads. They rested their foreheads together, noses brushing gently.
"How long has he been bothering you?" Santana asked gently.
"Not long." Quinn mumbled back.
"Tell me the truth Luce."
"Honestly, not long. He's a friend of someone in my class, he's asked me out a couple times and obviously I say no but he never got the message. I'm sure he has now though." Quinn replied with a shy smile, causing her wife to share one with her.
"I love you." Santana spoke.
"I love you too."
"I'm sorry."
"I know." There was a pregnant pause before Quinn spoke again. "Where have you been?"
"How about we take some pictures, I say hi to everyone else and then we go home and you can ask all the questions you want?" Santana suggested.
Quinn nodded before pulling her wife into a kiss. It was loving and gentle as they slowly caressed each other's mouths.
"Did you see me give my speech?" Quinn asked with a complete change of tone.
"Of course. I've been here since the beginning Q."
"What did you think?"
"You already know what I thought. You were so good and you looked gorgeous up there. I'm very glad that I was wise enough to put a ring on it before you were charmed by someone better." Santana smirked.
"Never lovebug, I've always been yours."
They shared a series of quick pecks before they pulled away from each other and made their way towards their family. Everyone embraced Santana with teary eyes, all glad that she was safe and home.
Once they were ready, Quinn and Santana made their way home, whilst Cedes and Kurt went with Mari to allow the girls some privacy.
The couple were lying on their bed, Quinn between Santana's legs, whilst the Latina brushed her hands across Quinn's belly and the blonde played with tanned fingers.
"So Tana, where have you been?" Quinn asked solemnly.
"Germany. But I still can't tell you too much because it's an ongoing mission. It's highly classified right now, but I'm hoping that it's going to be over soon, they have just bought in reinforcements, that's what allowed half of my platoon off this weekend."
This information made Quinn twist herself, as well as she could, to look at her wife.
"This weekend? Santana, when are you going back?" She asked fearfully.
"Well, as of now, I have about 15 hours until I need to be at the airport." Santana mumbled softly, scared of her wife's reaction, and it turns out she had every need to be.
"15 HOURS! SANTANA, PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE JOKING?" She screamed, as she bounded to her feet and hovered over the side of the bed, where Santana was sitting, with her head ducked and fiddling with her fingers, reminding her very much of a scolded child.
"I only get to have you for a night? Santana, this isn't fair. I need my wife. I'm trying to grow a healthy and happy baby and these have been 3 of the hardest months of my life. I thought you'd left me. I thought they were probably trying to find your body before they came knocking on our door to announce your death. I thought that our baby bug was going to grow up without their Mami and I'd have to do this alone. I can't do this alone Santana."
Quinn's knees began to buckle, which snapped Santana out of her trance and she scooped her wife up and sat her on her lap back on the bed. She proceeded to rub gentle circles on her back and rock them backwards and forwards soothingly.
"I'm so sorry Quinn. I know it's been really hard, I know that okay. It's been awful for me too, not knowing if you and our baby bug are okay but this doesn't happen very often. Even so, I am still so sorry that this happened to us. That you've had to deal with this." Santana stuttered out, whilst trying to compose herself, as though not to upset Quinn further.
They sat in this position for a while, until Quinn's sobs turned into whimpers and until she then stopped. She just nuzzled herself into Santana's jacket further, inhaling the familiar smell of her wife deeply.
"I know it's not your fault and I know you want to reenlist." She murmured after a long period of silence.
Santana tilted both of their faces so that they could engage their eyes, however she was unable to extinguish the look of shock she currently portrayed.
"You- you do?"
Quinn just gently nodded in response.
"Is that okay?" The Latina asked warily.
The blonde broke their staring to look down but her head was quickly but gently lifted back up.
"No. I mean, not really. I want you here, you know? We've been doing this for four years now and in retrospect, it's not that long but it feels like a lifetime."
"I know. I want to be here too but at the same time, I really love my job Quinn. I mean yeah, there is shitty parts to it, the main one is being away from you, but every job has its downfalls."
"I know you love it baby, that's why I've already come to terms with it. I also know that that is why we haven't talked about it, because you've been too scared to bring it up. Blaine told me when I last saw him that he isn't reenlisting for active service, he told me they offered him a 4 year in-active service contract and he can become a trainer instead." Quinn explained, whilst picking at the seam of Santana's jacket.
Santana had thought about becoming an in-active soldier, which means they aren't always on the front line but if required, they can be called up. She'd thought long and hard about it but ultimately, she just wasn't ready to give this part of her up.
"I thought about that too, you know? I just- I don't think that I'm ready to stop yet. I'm sorry, I really am, but I still have left in me to give Quinn."
Watery eyes met and they both leant their foreheads together gently. They both already knew this outcome, they'd both already accepted it but it was still hard having this conversation out loud.
"Are you happy?" Santana lowly mumbled.
"Please don't ask me that." Quinn replied, bringing her hand up to rest at the side of her wife's neck, her thumb caressing her ear.
"Why not?"
"Because if you're asking that, that means you're doubting us. Doubting me. And you are not allowed to leave me here wondering if you're regretting this, regretting me, regretting our baby. Don't do that to me Tana." The blonde pleaded.
"I'm not doubting you Quinn."
"Well, what are you doubting then?"
"Me."
"Why?"
"Look at us. I was selfish to have put that ring on your finger and this baby in your belly. You could have had a much simpler life without me. If I'd have never come back to Lima, you would probably be living a normal 21 year old life, out partying and drinking. Not worrying about looking after our unborn child or if your wife is coming home. I am bad fo-" Santana's ramble was interrupted by a finger placed on her lips.
"Stop talking. I hate when you get like this. It hurts me when you say things like this. You are not bad for me and I would not have been happier without you. I'd probably still be pining over you. You are not selfish. I wanted to be your wife. No one else's. Yours. And okay, maybe our baby wasn't planned but that doesn't change a thing. I wanted your babies Tana. Nobody else's. You and our baby are everything to me. Everything. You are my happiness Santana Lopez. And I know times are tough right now but it's not forever."
The girls looked deeply into eachothers eyes. They both knew that what Quinn was saying was true. Their love was pure and meaningful.
Quinn continued, "There's a quote that I love, it says 'Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It is for those willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It is for knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it enough.' That's us Tana. That's how I feel about you. I'm always going to be here. Waiting for you." She finished, as more tears began to fall.
"And I'm always going to come back to you."
They kissed languidly for what felt like hours before Quinn decided that she needed to take a shower and get changed.
She didn't invite Santana to go with her, which the Latina thought was strange but didn't question it after their long conversation this afternoon.
Quinn showered quickly and Santana followed suit. When they were both changed and clean, they lay tangled in eachothers limbs whilst watching Friends in silence.
The blonde could feel her lovers package slightly prodding her and it had been this way since she had been in the shower. She shifted slightly so that she was at a better angle and slowly manoeuvred her hand south before grabbing ahold and squeezing gently, causing Santana's hips to involuntarily jerk.
The brunette looked over to see the familiar naughty twinkle in her other half's eyes. The pale hand travelled beneath her shorts and cupping her appendage. Lil Q reacting almost immediately due to its recent neglect. Usually she manages to get herself off almost regularly on tour, but this time she hasn't had chance at all.
Santana turned to be able to face her wife and slowly began to push her hand beneath her night shirt, when to her surprise, Quinn quickly grabbed a hold and removed it.
To cause a distraction, Quinn quickly smashed their lips together whilst continuing to pull on the hardening dick in her hand.
After kissing for a while, Santana again attempted to touch her wife but was rapidly shut down again when Quinn pushed her hand away.
She reluctantly pulled their lips apart and clasped Quinn's wrist to delicately remove it from within her shorts. When she looked back at her wife, she looked on the edge of tears again and her worry increased dramatically.
"Baby love, talk to me. What's going on?" She soothingly asked.
"Nothing." Was her mumbled reply.
Santana tenderly lifted Quinn's chin and placed a couple of soft pecks on her lips.
"Tell me Q."
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I just don't."
Quinn sounded like a child who had been told off at school and was too scared to tell their parent about it, in fear of punishment.
"Quinn, we don't keep secrets. Tell me what's going on please, you're scaring me." Santana pleaded, still trying to catch hazel eyes, but Quinn was looking everywhere but at her.
Santana heard some mumbling, but was unable to detect any actual words.
"Speak up baby." She tried again.
"I don't feel sexy." Quinn whispered again.
Santana let out a sigh of relief, thinking this conversation was going to be something way worse.
"You are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes upon." She explained sincerely.
"I don't feel sexy. I feel fat. And I have stretch marks now. They might fade, but they won't go away."
"That doesn't bother me Quinn, you are still gorgeous."
"I'm scared that if you see me, you won't think I'm gorgeous anymore. I'm scared that you'll find someone on base to satisfy you while you're away. Someone who doesn't look like a whale or have scars all over their body now." Quinn whimpered, finally releasing the fears that have bubbled over the last couple months.
"Baby.." Santana sighed. "I am always going to think that you are the prettiest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I don't want anybody else. If it makes you feel any better, Alex is probably the best looking girl on base and you know our relationship. She's like an extremely annoying little sister."
They both chuckled at that, whilst Santana wiped away Quinn's tears.
The Latina stood and quickly whipped off her shirt before sitting back down beside Quinn. She grabbed her pale hand and ran it along the three scars across her rib cage on the left hand side that she got from an explosion nearby and some shrapnel caught her. She then grabbed her other hand and brushed it across the right side of her face, where there was a long scar just beneath her jaw line, that she got from a child with a knife in Afghanistan.
"Do these bother you?" She asked after a second of Quinn feeling them.
The blonde shook her head.
"Why not?"
"They're reminders that you fought to come home to me. That you survived." Quinn explained, still stroking the healed scar tissue.
"Then why would your stretch marks bother me? Quinn, you are growing our baby. Once they are born, the marks will symbolise the strength and adaptability of your body to create life. I will love them forever. You should love them too. Because they're proof that your body can do amazing things, like bring life into this world. You are not fat my darling, you're pregnant. Pregnant with our baby." Santana soothed.
"I just want to feel comfortable and sexy enough so that you will want to make love to me. I need to make love to you and I just can't because I can't be comfortable. I can't lie on my back, I can't lie on my side or my front and all I want is you inside me and I just can't!" Quinn frustratedly exclaimed.
With this, Santana had an idea and manoeuvred herself off of the bed and wheeled the desk chair they had in their room infront of the mirror.
When she turned back, she was met with a puzzled look from her wife, she beckoned her to the end of the bed and kneeled down. She had Quinn lay back and pushed her knees apart before leaning down and licking her slit without any warning.
Quinn moaned and groaned whilst trying buck her hips for more friction as her wife worked on her pussy. Santana held her hips down as she sucked her clit and plunged her tongue as deep as she could.
She worked quickly to help arouse her wife before quickly pulling out and standing up. She quickly stripped of her shorts and was standing completely nude infront of her wife.
Quinn stood on shaky legs with the help of Santana's offered hand and was led over to the desk chair. Santana sat down first and parted her legs slightly, before gesturing for Quinn to straddle her, reverse cowgirl style.
Hesitantly, Quinn sat on her lovers lap, her back to a tanned front and let her wife's hands start to roam around the front of her body. One of her hands slid up her nightshirt to her breast, which were extremely sensitive lately, so Santana made sure to be careful, whilst the other slid down to play with her clit.
She could feel her wife's hard dick pressing into her back and was now desperate to feel it inside her, also turned on by the curiosity of what was about to happen.
When Santana felt Quinn begin to fidget on her lap, she knew it was time. She slowly lifted the nightshirt and was surprised when there was no resistance. Once it was fully removed, she placed gentle kisses across her exposed back with gentle declarations of love. "Gorgeous." "Beautiful." "Perfect." "Sexy."
This relaxed Quinn further and she was now ready to be intimate with her wife. She reached back and grabbed her dick, playing with it teasingly, she lifted up slightly to allow her to line it with her entrance, before sinking down completely.
Both girls released deep groans when they felt their most intimate parts connect so deeply.
Santana was the first to regain composure, "Let me help you baby love."
What Quinn didn't know is that Santana had already looked up some ways to help her pregnant other half, not with sex, but in general and she had seen a video of how to do this safely.
She ran her hands just beneath Quinn's bump looking for the right position before tenderly lifting upwards.
Quinn felt instant relief as she felt the weight of her bump be removed from her back. She slumped herself backwards, her head coming to rest on Santana's shoulder, exposing her neck, which Santana took immediate advantage of, peppering it with kisses.
"Does that feel good?" She mumbled, whilst nibbling on her earlobe.
"I don't know what feels better, that, your kisses or having you inside me." Quinn moaned.
"Well you're about to feel a whole lot better. I read that you should have more hip movement and I know how you love to ride me." Santana husked.
At that moment, Quinn moved her hips and was overly delighted to find out that it was true. So she immediately got to work, forming figure 8's with her hips.
She threw her arm backwards and tangled her fingers into Santana's thick, dark hair and pulling her forwards to enable their mouths to mash together.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Santana retracted her mouth.
"Look in the mirror and see how sexy you are Quinn. Watch how your pussy swallows me hungrily." Santana panted, from the excursion of holding the bump and thrusting her hips, but she was determined to carry on.
Quinn looked into the mirror and had to admit that the sight was arousing, the way she stretched to accommodate her well endowed wife, who was blowing straight through her.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me how sexy you are Quinn Fabray." Santana ordered, watching intently through the mirror.
"It's Lopez." Quinn panted out, her jaw hanging open slightly.
"Yes it is, and don't you forget it." Santana cockily replied, whilst speeding them up a little. "I married you Lucy. No one else. After I met Lucy, there was never anyone else for me. She was it."
Quinn's eyes glazed over as she continued to watch them in the mirror, "No one?" She questioned.
"Not one. She was always going to be my girl, Lucy, Quinn, Fabray, Lopez, I dont care what her name is, she's always going to be my girl."
Hearing these words tipped Quinn over the edge and she squeezed her wife harder than ever before, causing Santana to tumbled into her abyss too.
Quinn felt the familiar sensation of Santana's cum settling inside her and somehow, that feeling washed all her worries away, she knew that Santana was always going to be by her side. She felt lucky that Santana had chosen her to be her wife, forever.
"I love you Lucy Lopez, don't you ever forget it."
"I know, I love you too."
AN: Hey all, Merry Christmas!
It's actually my birthday today so to celebrate I thought I'd share the latest instalment with you.
I hope you like it.
Let me know what you think!