It's been two weeks since our anniversary and every morning I wake up and stare at my stomach in the mirror, waiting for Baby Pierce to make some type of appearance. If the scent of bananas, vanilla, and cinnamon, as we found out last night, didn't make me vomit my guts out, I wouldn't even believe that Baby Pierce was real. Every morning Brittany comes in the bathroom and hugs me from behind as I stare in the mirror and reminds me that a watched pot never boils; I remind her that I'm a chef and I know that, and it turns into a tickle fest in the bathroom which she does to get me to relax. Before I curled into Brittany's arms to go to sleep, I promised myself I wouldn't pressure the baby or myself and I would enjoy not being as big as a whale for as long as I could. When I woke up briefly last night, since I fell asleep around 9pm, I did hear Brittany whispering faintly to my stomach that he or she was free to play hide and seek as long as they wanted to, and to ignore their crazily over emotional Mamí. Crazy is a bit harsh, well not really. Brit did catch me bribing the baby with a chocolate cupcake a few days ago, but that's neither here nor there.
So this morning I refused to check my stomach in the mirror and instead laid in bed after I woke up, not even touching my stomach, and watched the morning news. I snuggled on Brittany's chest until she woke up and went for a run before the sun rose fully in the sky and got too hot, leaving me and our dogs to hang out. I would mention LT, but he's been ignoring me all week even after I bought him new catnip and a new scratching pole thing, so he can fuck off for all I care right now. I keep telling Brit he doesn't like anyone in the house aside from her, but she just laughs it off since he still lets Chef crawl all over him and play. After making myself a milkshake even though Brit would freak out if she found out I drank one for breakfast, I rolled out the mats and did a little yoga to relax and center myself. After I felt that my zen level was up to par, I headed to the kitchen to bake some cookies for a few orders.
Once the house was full of the amazing smell of fresh baked chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, white chocolate macadamia, and lemon cookies, I got dressed for the day, leaving Chef in charge of Tubbs and Brownie as I went to take a long shower. As I turn on the water and start to strip down, my eyes widen when I glance in the mirror and see a little bump in my stomach. I turn sideways and look in the mirror again and burst into tears as I place my hands on my stomach instantly.
"You finally showed up." I whisper while staring at my stomach. "You're a little tease already, you must get that from your other mommy." I then laugh out as I run to the bedroom and grab my phone and take a picture of my stomach. Brit and I decided to chronicle the baby's development and my stomach growth with monthly pictures. I take selfies of myself from the front and from the side, completely forgetting I'm completely naked, and stare at them for a while with the biggest smile I've probably ever had on my face. I finally bring myself to put the phone down and carefully step in the shower. I turn on the shower radio and start laughing as TLC's song Baby, Baby, Baby starts to play. I stare at my stomach and start singing along to the chorus while smiling and rubbing the little bump.
Oh baby, baby, baby
I got so much love in me
Ooh (baby, baby,) baby, baby, baby
I start laughing at myself and finally get the strength to take my hands off my stomach and actually start to clean myself up in the shower while enjoying the 90s music the DJ was playing.
Once I get out the shower, I check the time and realize that Brittany will be home any minute now. I pull out my black bikini, slip on my flip flops, throw my wet hair into a messy bun, and head downstairs to the lobby to wait for her. I'm sitting on the couch, browsing through Pinterest for dinner ideas, when Brittany comes jogging in the lobby.
I stand up quickly and open my arms wide with a big smile on my face. Brittany's eyes widen as she looks around quickly and walks closer to me right away.
"Santana, baby, why are you wearing your bikini?" She asks slowly while resting her hands on my hips.
"I want to show you something." I tell her after I lean up and kiss her quickly on the lips, she bends back down and kisses me again, a little deeper this time.
"Did you need your bikini on to do that?" She asks while pulling me over to the corner of the lobby as a group of men get off the elevator and stop to stare at us. "Keep walking!" She then yells out to them while rolling her eyes and standing closer to me, blocking their view.
I nod happily and grab her hands to place them on my stomach, I then slowly move her hands over the little bump, and watch as her eyes light up and start to water.
"When did this happen?" She asks while locking eyes with me.
"I just noticed this morning." I tell her. "Baby Pierce is so real now."
"Yeah they are." Brittany smiles before hugging me tightly. "I can feel your little bump in my stomach when we hug, it's like the whole family is hugging." She then laughs.
I laugh and rest my head on her shoulder as she kisses me on the forehead and rubs my back. "Did you eat breakfast yet?"
"No, I wanted to wait for you; I can make some pancakes for us." I tell her as she grabs my hand and we head to the elevator.
"I have some errands to run today, you know grab stuff for my classroom, did you want to come with me?" She asks while sticking her key in the elevator so it'll go straight the penthouse without stopping on any other floors.
"Sure, can we go to the grocery store?" I ask her. "I want to get a few things."
"No problem." She smiles as the doors close and we start to ascend. "As amazing as you look right now, you can't just walk around the lobby in your bikini." Brittany then laughs while pulling me into another hug.
"Why not?" I tease.
"Because I don't want our tenants ogling you." She tells me.
"Well me and the baby couldn't wait to tell you." I smile as I press our lips together. "I took a few pictures of myself, but we have to take pictures of my stomach with the two of us still."
"Ok, let me shower first, so I don't look all sweaty and gross." She tells me.
"You look sexy when you're all sweaty." I tell her while sliding my hands from her back around to her chest and rubbing her breasts over her spandex top.
"Well you always look sexy." She tells me. "Even sexier now that you are carrying our baby."
While Brit took a shower, I made her a protein shake and boxed up the cookies I baked earlier so we can deliver them while we are out. We load up our BMW truck, which Brit bought a few years ago, and head out to run errands for the day. After we deliver all of the orders, we head to Barnes and Noble and pick up some more baby books. I've been reading about everything from how long I should breast feed, to which foods will give the baby the best brain development, to the importance of talking to the baby in the womb and bonding.
Brittany picked up some books on natural child birth and the helpfulness of having a doula but I told her that there is no way in hell am I using a doula. I want to give birth in a hospital, where there are tons of doctors and nurses around, and because I need the drugs, lots and lots of drugs if I'm going to squeeze basically a football out of small hole that's only used to Brittany's fingers, and the occasional dildo.
Our OBGYN, Dr. Pillsbury, suggested that we explore all different options and research them thoroughly before deciding which delivery technique we want to use. Brittany researched and interviewed doctors like crazy before we finally decided on her, she's a little frigid and I think our random outbursts and jokes go over her head sometimes, but she's the best around, based on reviews and testimonials. We met with a Dr. Shannon Bieste, she was very nice but Brit thought she was too aggressive, I mean she did talk a little forceful, but she was so friendly and kept calling us punkin, which I thought was cute and made me feel all warm inside; if it were up to just me, we would have picked her. We met with a Dr. Terry Shuster, she seemed like a good doctor, pretty knowledgeable but she went off on a tangent for almost an hour about how she wasn't able to have kids, I thought she might try to steal baby Pierce or something and since I didn't want our awesome life to turn into a Lifetime movie, we decided against her. Brit and I did joke about who would play us in the movie, I picked Jennifer Lopez to play me, and Brittany picked Halle Berry, her reasoning was Halle could wear a blonde wig, and throughout the movie we would just keep saying that she was tanned. I literally just stared at her, but hey if Brit wants a black woman to play her in a movie, I'm not going to argue with that.
Dr. Pillsbury is so awesome, she's kind, she super knowledgeable about everything, and if she doesn't know the answer because we've asked some crazy questions, she researches and finds out the answer right away. She called us at 3am the other night when she found the answer to a question for Brittany. Brit loves the fact that she is a red head, I think she has some weird red head fetish lately to be honest, she bought a box of red hair dye and was about the dye her hair, I got so freaked out I that I just started crying, so she didn't. What I love most about Dr. Pillsbury is her raging OCD. Her office is fuckin spotless, everything is beyond sterile, or sometimes brand new and she opens it right in front us. I've seen her sterilize some of the new instruments too, she scrubs her hands for like 20 minutes before she even touches me or my stomach, so I know when we got the insemination done, I didn't need to worry about any bacteria or anything crazy like that. Of course that makes every appointment like 2 hours long, but I'm okay with that if it ensures my baby doesn't have two heads.
Brit and I want our baby to be both a true Pierce and Lopez, so I'm carrying her eggs, and Lio donated his sperm. After we got married, Brit and I approached Lio with the question of using his sperm. Lio looks so much like me that I know the baby will have some Lopez features, and since the egg is Brit's, baby Pierce will look like both of us, fingers crossed. Lio gave us his sperm almost 3 years ago, and earlier this year we decided we were ready to start our family. I talked it over with Quinn as well, I mean he is her husband now, and she was okay with the arrangement and glad that Lio could help us out. If we decide to have more kids, Brit will carry my eggs, and her cousin from Philadelphia, who has blonde hair and blue eyes just like her, has donated his sperm to us, three years ago as well. His little swimmers are still frozen at the moment, but whenever Brit is ready to thaw out those babies, we will.
"San, did you get all the books you need?" Brittany asks while walking back over towards me with a stack in her hand.
I nod. "Yeah I just got a few on breastfeeding, and some language books, we want the baby to be fluent in Spanish and French right?" I ask her.
"Absolutely." She nods. "Do you want to learn French with the baby?"
"Hell yeah, that would be awesome. I gotta make sure you two aren't plotting against me." I laugh.
"Plotting against you?" She laughs.
"Yep, you know, on how to eat all the ice cream, or I don't know, you could be planning a Cheetos takeover." I shrug with a smile.
"He'll love Cheetos just as much I do." Brittany states proudly.
"He'll?" I ask her while raising and eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure it's a girl."
"How?" Brittany asks while grabbing my hand as we head to the register.
"I just know." I respond with a smile. "Think of all the cute pink and purple stuff we can get her, dresses and tutus, oh em gee, I can't wait."
"Or think of all the cool things we can buy him. Little tuxedos with a top hats, newsboy hats, little sweater vests." Brittany laughs.
"Sweater vests?" I frown. "He'll be the baby Chandler of preschool." I laugh.
"Totes, could he be any cuter?" Brittany laughs out.
I stop walking since I'm laughing so hard. "Seriously? A Chandler impression?" I ask her with a big smile.
"Was it good?" She laughs out.
"Yea it was." I laugh with her as we start heading to the register again.
"Awesome." Brittany smiles. "I don't care if it's a boy or girl, I just want a healthy and happy baby." She adds.
"Same here." I tell her as we stand in line. "So what books did you get?" I ask while looking at the stack in her hand.
"Books on skin to skin contact, so I can bond with the baby too, maybe do some midnight feedings so you can rest. Ummm, then I got a book on the baby's development inside of you, it has pictures so you can see how the baby is growing month by month." She smiles. "And I got some books more for you on how your body will change."
"Thanks baby." I smile as I kiss her on the cheek.
Brittany pays for our books and we head back to the truck, it's so damn hot out that I want to just walk around with a bag of ice on my neck.
"I was going to get the truck washed and detailed after I leave the bank. We can get breakfast while we wait for them to finish, then head to Office Depot?" Brittany suggests as she opens the truck door for me.
"Sounds good." I nod while pulling out a bag of Skittles from my purse.
Brittany gets in the driver seat and reaches over taking my Skittles from me. "It's like 9am." She frowns.
"I'm starving Brit." I whine out while reaching for the bag but she instead leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I quickly break the kiss, "No, don't distract me." I laugh out while reaching for the Skittles again.
"Um, you've already had a milkshake this morning; I tasted it on your lips, so no more junk until you eat something solid." She shakes her head while reaching in the glove box and handing me a granola bar. "Will this hold you over until we leave the bank?"
My eyes light up at the blueberry Nutrigrain bar and I quickly take it from her. "Thanks, honeybee." I smile as she pulls off from the curb.
After a long trip at the bank, we drop the truck off to get hand washed and detailed at Joe's. We always take our cars there, so we were comfortable leaving and walking up the street to a diner for breakfast.
"How excited are you for the new school year?" I ask Brittany,taking a sip of the water the waitress brought out for us while we look over the menu.
"I can't wait, I love the beginning of the year, I have three freshman classes, and three senior classes." She smiles happily.
"Ooooo, fun." I beam. "You had all senior classes last year, right?" I ask her as I rack my brain to remember.
"Yep, I'm excited about the freshman classes, I can watch them grow into adults, and build some of those awesome teacher/students bonds." Brittany gushes. "Last year all my kids graduated and I was a little bummed."
"I remember." I reply with a small pout. I thought Brittany had PTSD after school ended last year, she literally sulked for two weeks when her students graduated, even though she was voted favorite teacher at graduation. I cooked all her favorite dishes, and made some special desserts for her to try to cheer her up, nothing worked so I booked us a room at Trump Towers and we had a mini spa day weekend, afterwards she was so relaxed and back to her old self.
A young waitress comes over with a big smile. "Welcome to Bluest Egg, what can I get you ladies?"
"Go ahead Brit." I tell her while I glance at the menu again.
"I'll have the french toast with fresh strawberries and whip cream, a side of turkey bacon, and breakfast potatoes." Brittany tells the waitress. "And we'll take a pitcher of OJ for the table, no pulp please."
"Sounds good." The waitress smiles while scribbling everything down. "And you for miss?" She asks me.
"I'll take the stack of three pancakes, a side of ham, breakfast potatoes with green peppers and onions, covered in American cheese, three scrambled eggs with cheese and sriracha sauce mixed right in. and two strips of turkey bacon too." I smile. "Oh and a bowl of peanut butter."
The waitress frowns. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." I tell her confidently. "My baby likes peanut butter." I tell her with a big smile while resting my hands on my stomach.
"Well congratulations." The waitress tells me happily. "Thanks." Brittany and I both reply quickly.
"Oh, and a cup of 2% milk for my wife as well." Brittany adds.
Once the waiter walks away I reach over and grab Brittany's hand and run my thumb over her wedding ring. "Any plans tonight?" I ask her.
"No, what's up?" She asks while grabbing my other hand.
"I was thinking we could hang out on the roof, relax with a little music. Drink margaritas, virgin for me of course, with umbrellas in them." I smile.
"Sounds like a date." Brittany smiles. "Do you have any orders coming up soon?"
"Yeah, sweet sixteen party, she's an ice skater so I'm going to make a two part cake, a round piece, probably two layers, and put white and ice blue fondant on it, so it looks like a ice rink, then I'm going to make the top part a ice skate made out of cake."
"Whoa." Brittany breathes out. "Do you have the cake pans for that?"
I shake my head. "I need to order a shoe shaped pan, I'll hop on line tonight and order one, I can cut and carve the other pieces for the rest of the cake. They need it in two weeks."
"Do you have anything else to do that weekend?" She asks.
"Just a few cookie orders." I tell her while pulling out my phone and going through my calendar. "Yep, just a few small orders, cookies, and brownies."
Brittany pours us each a glass of the OJ that the waitress set on the table. "So, we have the meeting with the vendor next weekend for your cookie dough, are you prepared?" She then asks when sliding a glass to me.
I nod quickly. "I want to go over the presentation a few more times, but overall I'm ready." I tell her. "I'm so nervous, but that's normal right?"
"Totally normal." She nods.
Brit and I have been talking about expanding the cookie portion of Aunty Snixx and selling them in stores. We met with her uncle, who was super helpful and suggested we sell cookie dough, as opposed to actual cookies in stores. We did all the research we needed to, made a few batches of cookie dough and refrigerated it for various time lengths and tested it later, and I think we have a very solid product on our hands. We have a meeting with a vendor for FDA approval and to give them some sample cookie dough to test and try out. If all goes well, Aunty Snixx chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and sugar cookie dough will hit stores in the metro New York area, and available for shipping from the website.
"Here you ladies are." The waitress smiles while setting down our breakfast for us. "Anything else I can get for you?"
"Just extra napkins." I reply with a smile. "Thanks."
Once the waitress sets a stack of napkins on the table, I lick my lips while staring at my breakfast and start to spread the peanut butter over my pancakes.
"That looks disgusting." Brittany whispers as I add my eggs, a scoop of potatoes, and the bacon to the peanut butter covered pancake and fold it like a taco and take a big bite.
"It's sooooooooo good." I moan while taking another bite quickly after dipping it in the warm maple syrup the waitress gave me in a little cup.
I'm eating like there is no tomorrow when I look up and see Brittany staring at me. "What's wrong?" I ask her while prying my peanut butter sticky mouth open.
She starts laughing. "You are the cutest pregnant lady ever." She smiles while shaking her head and taking a bite out of her bacon.
I blush and take another bite, I can feel her eyes on me so I stop chewing. "Seriously Brit, why are you staring at me?" I ask her while eating a forkful of potatoes.
"Are you going to put peanut butter on everything now?" She asks slowly.
"Whatever my prince wants, he gets." I shrug while spreading peanut butter on another pancake.
"Prince?" Brittany laughs. "What happened to your dream of having a girl, and dressing her in pink and purple tutus?" She laughs.
"Prince or princess." I shrug. "Doesn't matter. They'll be Pierce royalty either way."
I catch Brit staring at me while I make another pancake taco. "Do you want to try it?" I ask her.
"Try what?" She asks while eating some of her french toast. "That?" She asks while pointing at the pancake with her fork. "Hell no, that looks gross, baby."
"Try it." I smile while loading it with my breakfast food and dipping it in the syrup and holding it up to her mouth.
Brittany presses her lips together tightly and shakes her head. "Come on." I smile as I take a bite and dip it in the syrup again.
"You just double dipped!" She tells me.
"It won't be the first or last time we swap spit." I remind her and hold the pancake to her mouth again. "Try it, taste it, love it." I start to chant out while tapping my spoon against my glass. "Try it, taste it, love it." I say a little louder.
"Santana." Brittany laughs out as I get a little louder.
"Try it, taste it, love it." I chant out a little louder this time while still tapping my glass.
Brittany finally caves and rolls her eyes as she leans forward and takes a bite. I take a bite as well, and watch her slowly chew, while making a face, before she swallows thickly and grabs her glass of water and slams it back.
"Awesome right?" I smile at her.
"Ummm sure, baby." She laughs as she starts to eat her French toast again.
After breakfast, which may or may not have included a mad dash by the both of us to register to pay, Brit and I walked hand in hand back down to the street to pick up the truck. It's so hot out now that I can feel the sweat rolling down my back.
"Want to get a snow cone?" Brittany asks while pointing to a stand on the corner.
"Yes, please!" I rush out quickly as I pull Brit over to the stand. I order a raspberry and mango snow cone, while Brittany just asks for a cone of plain ice. We start walking again when I feel Brittany slowly rubbing some ice on my neck.
"Cooling off?" Brittany asks.
"Yes, thank you, baby." I tell her as she pops some ice chips in her mouth.
"Your truck is all set ladies." The attendant tells us.
"Great, thanks." Brittany smiles while handing the cashier her card to pay.
I finish my snow cone and open the passenger door and hop in the car. Brittany gets in the driver seat and turns on the air in the truck right after she starting the truck. Within seconds my stomach flips and I hop out the truck and run to the nearest garbage can and throw up. Even though we told the bastards not to put vanilla air freshner in the truck, but they did. I vaguely hear Brittany yelling at the top of her lungs at the attendant before I hear her footsteps running towards me.
"I'm here baby." Brittany coos softly in my hear while rubbing my back. "I got you a water."
"Thanks." I groan out while standing up straight and drinking half of the bottle. "I'm okay now, let's go."
"You are not getting in the truck, your stomach and Baby Pierce can't handle it." Brittany tells me. "I'll call you a limo."
"I don't need a limo." I tell her with a small smile before I turn quickly and vomit a little more. "A cab is fine."
I hear Brittany call a cab while I lean into her side and take a deep breath. Twenty minutes later the cab comes and Brittany tries to get in with me.
"Don't leave the truck, honeybee." I tell her. "I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" She asks quickly while stroking my hair.
"I'm positive, just meet me at home, and we can switch to the car." I tell her.
"Ok." She nods while peppering kisses to my forehead, she then reaches in her purse and tosses a pack of Tic Tacs at me while winking.
After the car ride home, which made me car sick since the driver drove like a stunt driver for Fast and Furious, I ran up to the penthouse and brushed my teeth quickly before meeting Brittany down by the car.
"You feeling okay?" She asks while hopping out the truck.
"Are we okay?" I ask my stomach while rubbing it. "I think we're good, just no vanilla!" I state sternly while getting in the car.
We go to Office Depot, where Brit spent almost 600 on school supplies for her students. In her office at the school, she has a little school supply store and sells everything super cheap for students that aren't hers. The money she made from doing it last year, she used to take her kids to Dave Buster's for a field trip and had them do a creative writing assignment on it afterwards. Told ya, she's an awesome teacher.
Next is the mall where we fawn over baby clothes, and try to stop ourselves from buying everything we see. We agreed that we want to the know the sex of the baby as soon as we can so we can get his or her room ready. For a boy, his room would be a rainforest theme, with baby animals exploring the land, and for a girl, we would do rainbows and stars with candy, a real life Candycane Lane, as Brittany describes it. I already know Mathias will jump at the chance to paint for us once we ask, so it'll look so awesome.
After the mall trip, where I treated Brit to a pair of sexy silver pumps in exchange that she wear them to bed tonight, we went to the grocery store so I could pick up a few things for dinner and for the kitchen. Two years ago, Brittany cleared out two apartments on the 15th floor right below us, and transformed them into a huge kitchen for me, so I could basically work from home. Everything is top of the line stainless steel, it seriously looks like a the kitchen they use on Iron Chef. I have three fridges, four ovens, sixteen stove eyes, an indoor grill, and four deep freezers. She had a staircase put in from the hallway, so it's directly downstairs from us. I made a little lounge area with a TV, stereo, table, and some couches so when I'm cooking for a catering gig, or prepping for the food truck, Quinn and Mercedes, and sometimes Lio can hang out and not get it in the way.
Having the separate kitchen worked in our favor when it came to doing a lot of catering and filling orders. While I'm a clean freak, a lot of people are, understandably, slightly uncomfortable buying food from someone's home, so for those people I'll cook and bake downstairs in the kitchen. It's also a plus for my cookie dough venture, because I doubt stores would sell the product if it came from our kitchen, the house with two dogs, and a cat. When we get home, Brittany helps me unload everything I bought in the kitchen and we head back upstairs to the penthouse.
"I'm going to work on my grant proposal for a little bit." Brittany tells me as I grab Chef and lay down on the couch, and turn on the TV. Brownie jumps on the couch and lays on my feet right away.
"Ok." I yawn out to her.
"I'll make lunch in a little while for you." Brittany smiles before leaning down and kissing me. I attempt to deepen the kiss but yawn into it.
"Sorry." I laugh out while laying back down.
Brittany laughs. "Don't be, get some rest." She smiles while heading to the office.
I wake up to Chef barking and the sound of the vacuum. I glance at my watch and see it's 7pm, I slept the whole damn day away. I stretch and open my eyes, noticing I'm now completely tucked in with a blanket and a pillow from the bedroom under my head. I glance around and see the living room is spotless, it wasn't dirty but I can tell the table has been dusted and all the magazines, my 5 food magazine subscriptions, and Brittany's different teaching magazines, are now organized neatly in a stack.
"Chef, Brownie, stop it." I hear Brittany laugh out. "Leave Lord Tubbington alone."
I laugh and stand up to stretch once more. I lift my shirt and look at my stomach. "I just want to make sure you are still there." I smile before walking to the bedroom, I stop in the kitchen and see Brittany made dinner and it smells amazing. I lift a few tops off of some pots and see she made chicken alfredo, steamed broccoli, and garlic bread. I continue to the bedroom and see the vacuum now in the corner of the room, Chef sitting on Lord Tubbington's back, with Brownie laying next to the pair, the sheets on the bed are stripped and I hear Brittany in the bathroom before I see her, the smell of bleach pungent from inside.
My wife is standing in the shower, plastic bags on her feet, a mask over her mouth, and dancing while scrubbing the shower. I laugh at how cute she looks while scrubbing the tile for a few minutes before she jumps out backwards and turns on the dual shower head that we have and start rinsing the walls down while scrubbing the walls again.
"Looking good Mrs. Pierce." tell her while folding the basket of towels that is off to the side.
Brittany turns around quickly. "Hey sleepyhead." She smiles before walking over to me and taking her mask off and kissing me, she then peppers kisses to my stomach. "How was your nap?"
"Nap?" I laugh out while picking up another towel to fold. "I just slept for like 6 hours."
"You looked peaceful, so I didn't want to wake you." Brittany smiles while rinsing the shower once more. "I finished my proposal, would you mind looking it over for me tomorrow?"
"Sure, I can't wait to read it, I'm sure it's great." I tell her while walking the first stack of towels over to the rack. "You've been busy, you made dinner, you washed, cleaned the shower."
"And the tub." She adds. "I tried to vacuum the bedroom but our kids wouldn't stop growling and barking at it."
"I can vacuum tomorrow morning then." I tell her. "Thank you for doing everything else."
"You don't have to thank me." Brittany shrugs. "We both live here." She winks at me while taking off her gloves and laying them on the edge of the tub to dry.
"I know. Can I thank you for dinner though because it smells amazing?" I ask her while we finish folding the towels and put them away. I then grab the sheets that Brittany ironed and had folded off the toilet seat and head to the bedroom.
"That you can thank me for." She nods with a smile as she helps me make the bed.
"I'm going to be up all night." I tell her. "You should have woke me up."
"You needed rest obviously, otherwise your body would have woke you up." Brittany tells me. "I'll give you a massage tonight and you'll fall right to sleep." We toss the throw pillows on the bed before Brittany sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me in her lap and kisses me on the neck. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I reply before i jump up and run to the door. "Last one to the kitchen has to do the dishes."
"Hey, that's my move." She says quickly while jumping up and chasing after me.
Brittany POV
I love cooking for Santana, it's not often that I get the chance to since she's always in the kitchen, so today when she fell asleep I did everything I knew she would beat herself up for not doing earlier. Just like Santana, I like to keep a clean and neat house, but she's worse than I am, so after I cleaned up around her in the living room, I cleaned up the bathrooms, the bedroom, and did some washing. Before I did all of that I sat on the floor in the nursery and looked at the empty walls, it's so amazing that in 6 months, we'll be bringing home a little one. When we made the decision on who would carry first, I could see in Santana's eyes that it meant a lot to her to carry first, she was describing how it would feel to have a little life growing inside of her with tears in her eyes, so I knew she was the perfect choice. The day we found was like Christmas, Valentine's Day, and New Year's Day all in one. I was at the dentist office and Santana came bursting in the middle of my cleaning holding the pregnancy stick, well the 6 sticks she peed on, she told me she drank a gallon of ice tea before she took them. It was one of the greatest feelings of my life, I'm going to be a mom. It sounds so weird when I say it out loud. We decided the baby will call her mamí, and call me mama. We called our parents right away and listened to our moms cry over the anticipation of their first grandchild, her dad said he was going to light a cigar and celebrate, he sounded so proud. We decided not to tell our friends but to throw a dinner party and surprise them in a few weeks once we find out the sex of the baby.
After dinner, Santana and I hung out on the roof since the sunset and the weather cooled the city a little. We listened to some music and talked about the future bouncing baby names off of each other, and discussing books I would have Mathias sketch out next, so we could print them and put them together. I'm currently up to 8 children's books now, and I'm working on a series that will center around a young girl named Raven. It's loosely based on Ashley's back story, but a lot of it is fictional. My books are in a number of local private owned book stores, on Amazon, and on my website. My blog is doing very well, I get more and more followers everyday, it's so amazing. I love interacting with everyone that reads it and sends in questions. I'm thinking of starting a biweekly podcast, but I still need to talk to Santana about it, we are so busy that I don't know if we need another hobby or business venture added to our lives right now.
Santana fell asleep on my chest about an hour ago, her hand carefully resting on her little baby bump. I glance down at her and kiss her on the forehead, she stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, she instead moves her hand from her stomach and wraps it around my waist. I turn off the lamp and TV and place my hand on her stomach.
"Hey little one, you really made your mami's day by popping up today." I whisper. "I write your mami poems all the time, so I wrote one for you too, I hope you like it." I kiss my fingers and touch her stomach before whispering the poem.
I love you, little baby
You're such a part of me.
Can't wait to hold you in my arms, And hug you tenderly.
No matter what you look like, You're beautiful, my love,
A precious gift bequeathed to me,
From heaven far above.
Each time I feel you moving,
My heart is filled with joy,
To think that very soon I'll hold My little girl or boy,
I'm counting every moment,
Til you're mine at last, my sweet It won't be long until your birth, Then finally we'll meet.
"Good night." I whisper to both of my loves before joining them in slumber.