September 10, 6am
"Brit, do you want sausage or bacon for breakfast today, baby?" I ask while walking in the bathroom and apparently into a mini concert.
"Whichever is fine, Santana." Brittany tells me while opening the shower door and sticking her head out with a big smile. "Kiss?" She then asks while puckering her lips.
"There's soap on your face." I laugh.
"Well, let me kiss Baby Pierce at least." She laughs
I lift my shirt, exposing my now 18 week pregnant stomach and walk over to Brittany with a smile. She peppers wet kisses all over my stomach before blowing a raspberry on my stomach and laughing. We had a doctor's appointment a few weeks ago and they told us we could possibly start to feel Baby Pierce move around at 16 weeks, Brittany has the genius idea of making noises into my stomach to get them to react. Her latest noise has been blowing raspberries, followed by 3 wet kisses, but still they won't move.
We have an appointment later this week to find out the sex of the baby, so we can finally tell our friends. My little baby bump from a month ago has kind of triple and is more noticeable now, I'm tired of wearing big loose clothes around Quinn to hide it, so we planned a big dinner party this weekend, and we are going to tell everyone then, when we know the sex of the baby officially, and we'll announce the name we picked too, well the first name at least. We are still debating on the middle name for a boy and for a girl.
"Bacon it is." I tell Brittany while walking out of the bathroom and stepping over Chef and Brownie who are playing tug of war with a rag bone. "Come get breakfast." I tell them while clapping twice and stating food. They jump up and follow me out to the kitchen quickly as I grab their food and fill their bowls, I fill Lord Tubbs bowl, and roll my eyes as he just stares me and closes his eyes.
Today is Brittany's first day back at school, so I woke up early with her to make her breakfast for her before she goes, and to pack a lunch for her. I quickly make her a few sunny side up eggs, 3 strips of bacon, a smoothie, and I toast an English Muffin for her. Brittany walks in the kitchen just as I'm setting her plate down and frowns.
"What's wrong?" I ask her. "Shit, you wanted sausage, right?"
"Um, ok, don't cry." She rushes out as her eyes widen. "Bacon is fine, I swear, that's what we picked this morning in the bathroom." She smiles while hugging me. "We don't need another meltdown like last night, over you making broccoli instead of cauliflower." She then laughs.
"God, I'm a dork, I did cry over that huh?" I laugh out while wiping the one tear from my eye. "The plate wasn't colorful enough with the broccoli, honeybee."
"Dinner was an amazing rainbow of colors, the chicken was kind of red, the carrots were orange, the rice was brown, and the broccoli was green." She reminds me. "It was like eating a desert."
"It needed something white to make it less of dry ass desert." I mumble while pouring her a glass of juice.
"Nothing about you is ever dry, especially your cooking.." She smiles before kissing me on the forehead and sitting down. "I frowned because I don't see a plate for you."
"Oh, Quinn is coming over for breakfast in a few hours, so I'm going to eat then." I tell Brittany as I sit down next to her at the counter in the kitchen and rest my head on her shoulder.
"Are you feeling okay?" She asks me in between forkfuls of eggs.
"I feel okay." I reply. "I'm just going to miss you all day."
"I'm going to miss you too, but I have young minds to nurture and groom." She smiles. "Don't you have some orders to fill?"
"Yeah I do." I nod. "I'll be down in the kitchen all day probably."
"Are you making brownies today?" She then asks.
"Yeah, do you want some?"
"Please." Brittany smiles. "With a layer of caramel in the middle."
"Got it, I need to use the truck today." I tell her.
"Ok, I'll take your car." Brittany states while holding up the English muffin to my mouth.
I take a bite and chew slowly while standing up. "I'm going to get more stuff for the kitchen downstairs today, and maybe a few things for the dinner party this weekend, need anything from the store?"
"No, wait until I get home to do all that shopping, Santana. We buy everything in bulk for the kitchen, and I don't want you lifting gallons and jumbo sized bags and jars by yourself." Brittany says while following me to the sink. "Do you have everything you need for the orders you have to fill today?"
"Yeah." I nod while grabbing a bottle of water and quickly drinking half of it while I take my prenatal vitamins, before I reach for Brittany's lunchbox on the top of the fridge.
"Well, then wait for me to get home, and we'll go together. I don't want you lifting all that heavy stuff." Brittany tells me while wrapping her arms around my waist from behind and resting her chin on my shoulder; she starts to slowly rub my stomach. "Promise me you'll wait for me to get home."
I sigh. "Fine Brit." I tell her as I turn in her arms and kiss her quickly on the lips.
"Good." I need to finish getting ready." She tells me while glancing at her watch before kissing me again and jogging to the bedroom.
Brittany looks so hot when she's all dressed up as a teacher. She has on a black pin striped pencil skirt, a sleeveless white blouse, and pair of bright purple heels. She has her hair in a low bun and just looks so sexy right now.
I lean on the counter and go through my email when Brittany comes back to the kitchen with her purse and briefcase. I pick up her lunch box and grab her hand so I can walk her to the door.
"Take it easy today." She tells me. "You behave in there, no crazy flips, or cartwheels, or snorkeling." She then whispers to my stomach. "Your mami would freak out, so wait until I get home for all that fun." She smiles before kissing my stomach.
"Bye honeybee." I smile before standing on my tiptoes and kissing her on the cheek so I don't mess up her makeup.
"Bye babe." Brittany smiles before leaving.
"Well, it's just us." I tell Chef and Brownie happily. "Let's get dressed before Quinn gets here."
Quinn cancelled breakfast on me in exchange for meeting me for lunch, which worked out better for since I had a rush order of cupcakes for a woman this morning for her 3rd grade math class. I don't know why she's rewarding kids the first day back at school, but she called frantically asking for something fun and different.
I went down my super kitchen as I call it and turned on the TV to some trashy morning talk TV, and went through my binder of recipes to find something that 8 and 9 year old kids would want, but something that won't have them bouncing off the damn walls all day in school either. I don't see any recipes I like, so I grab my jar of peanut butter and eat a big spoonful while still browsing through my recipe book. I have pictures of Baby Pierce all over the kitchen, well the sonogram, so I glance at the one on the wall.
"What should I make?" I ask the picture while eating another spoonful when it clicks in my head. "Peanut and jelly cupcakes!" I say loudly. "Damn I'm a genius." I laugh to myself while I reach for my apron and chef hat. Yep, I wear my chef hat in the kitchen sometimes.
I turn the TV off and turn on the stereo in the kitchen and get to work. When I was younger, I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, it was the first sandwich I made myself and I remember running to my abuela and holding up the sandwich proudly to show her. I'm sure most of these kids probably have the same memory, whether they make their own lunch and make a PBJ sandwich or make one as an afternoon snack, so this is perfect.
I start by whipping up a batch of basic white cupcakes and popping them in the oven right away. I then pull out some fresh preserves I keep in the kitchen down here. I then get started on a my frosting. I mix up my famous butter cream frosting and slowly mix in some peanut butter until it blends evenly. I taste the frosting and it's amazing. While I wait for my cupcakes to finish baking, I mix up another batch of frosting so I can make Brit and I a peanut butter frosting cake for later.
As I'm taking the cupcakes out of the oven to cool, I get started on some of my other orders, since I have the kitchen of my dreams, I'm able to work on a number of orders at one time, and it's so amazing. I still don't think I've thanked Brittany enough for this kitchen. I glance over at the lounge area and make a note to put a crib and an playpen down here, so when the baby comes, they can hang out with me while I work during the day. There's no way I'm leaving my baby upstairs while I stay down here all day, baby monitor or not. I already feel bad enough that Chef and Brownie have to stay upstairs, but they are definitely not allowed down here for several reasons.
I look at my planner to see exactly what I need to make and decide to start with the mint brownies I need to make for an afternoon pickup. I turn the oven to 375 degrees and grab three 9x13 inch square pans and grease them lightly so the brownies don't stick. I then cream 1 cup of sugar and ½ cup of softened butter, Brittany must have work up and set out a bunch of butter to soften for me early this morning. I then slowly beat in 4 eggs one at a time, and add 1 and ½ cups of chocolate syrup. I then add 1 cup of flour and blend it in as well. Once it's mixed to my liking I pour the batter evenly in one of the pans, and start a new batch of batter so I can fill the other two pans. Once all three pans are filled I place them in the oven to bake for around 25 minutes, or until the top springs back when I touch it lightly.
I grab the white cupcakes out of the chiller and add the preserves to a piping bag; I stick the nozzle in the middle of the cupcakes inserting a little of the preserves in each cupcake. I turn spread the peanut butter frosting all over the top and add some of my candied raspberries to the top of the cupcake right in the middle. I carefully set each cupcake in the individual boxes Brit ordered for special orders like this. I get my container of small packaged chopped nuts and stick one in the box, you know for the kids that like crunchy peanut butter. I get out the class list the teacher gave me and write everyone's name on the top of the box and bag everything up with a receipt.
I chug another bottle of water and pull my brownies out of the oven and check them, and yep, they're perfect, so I set them in the chiller they can cool, and I can get started on the next step for them, which is the mint topping. I mix triple the recipe of 2 cups of confectioners sugar, ½ cup of butter and 2 tablespoons of crème de menthe liquor and beat the mixture until it's smooth. I set the bowl to the side, since I have one more step, the chocolate topping to go on top of the mint layer. I melt down some butter chocolate chips, and some mint chips.
I go to check the brownies when the kitchen phone rings. I walk over to the ring and grab the order pad so I'm ready if it's a new order.
"Aunty Snixx's, this is Santana, how can I help you?" I ask with a smile. "Oh, hey Marlon, 2 dozen by 4pm?" I repeat while scribbling down the order. "Are you picking them up?" I then confirm since I check the wall calendar and see I have another order being picked up at 4:30pm, so I don't want to leave. "Great, I'll see you at 4." I hang up the phone and add the order form to the stack on the counter and head to finish my brownies.
I spread the mint mix on top of the brownie and then spread the chocolate I melted down on top. I then place them in the one of the fridges down here so they can cool. I stretch and run to the bathroom, before making getting started on the cookie orders I have.
By noon, I'm so tired that I make my way back upstairs to wear Chef is chasing Brownie. I glance at them to make sure they aren't fighting and lay down on the couch, I fall asleep within minutes while rubbing my stomach.
I jerk awake to a loud and frantic knock on the door and jump up to answer. I look through the peep hole and see it's Quinn. I glance down at the tank top I was wearing and know she can't see my like this, not with Baby Pierce just hanging out.
"Just a second." I tell her before I run back to the bedroom and toss on a hooded sweatshirt. I turn up the air in the penthouse and open the door for Quinn.
"What the hell took so long?" She asks while hugging me. I lean back slightly so my stomach doesn't touch her.
"Sorry, I fell asleep on the couch." I yawn out while sitting back down on the couch and curling in a ball.
Chef and Brownie crowd around her, she rubs them both behind the ears and sits down next to me. "Why do you keep getting dogs that don't bark at the door?" She laughs.
"Brownie is still a baby, so she doesn't know any better." I shrug. "Chef probably smelled you and didn't feel the need to bark."
"You look exhausted." She then frowns. "It's only 1pm, are you okay?" She adds while looking at her phone.
"I've been working since like 7am, non stop." I tell her. "I've already made like 5 orders, and had 2 pick ups."
"Do you want to just go out to lunch?" Quinn asks. "My treat."
"I'll cook." I tell her. "Burgers okay?" I ask while slowly getting up just as my phone goes off with a text message from Brittany.
FROM BRIT: Hey you! XOXO
I instantly smile and text her back.
TO BRIT: Hey honeybee, how's the first day of school?
FROM BRIT: Awesome, the freshmen classes are so cute! So far, I've helped three kids find their lockers, and bought a student lunch.
TO BRIT: Why did you buy someone lunch?
FROM BRIT: They didn't have enough for everything on their tray.
TO BRIT: Oh, well that was nice of you. ;)
FROM BRIT: How are you feeling?
TO BRIT: Tired! I've been baking since you left this morning, but I took a small nap before Q got here for lunch.
FROM BRIT: Get some rest baby, and tell her I said hi.
TO BRIT: I will, I love you, have a good afternoon at work.
FROM BRIT: You too . I love you too.
I toss my phone back on the couch and meet Quinn in the kitchen, where she patting out ground turkey for burgers. "I'm cooking, you take a seat." She tells me.
"Fine." I shrug. "How's work been?"
"Good, I love having a private practice." Quinn smiles.
"I bet, you aren't quitting catering with me, are you?" I ask her.
"No." Quinn shakes her head. "Why do you think that?" She asks while picking up some seasoning. I clear my throat and shake my head at the shaker she picked up. She laughs and picks up a different one to show me, I nod and give her a thumbs up.
"You didn't reply to the email I sent you and Cedes about catering next weekend." I tell her.
"Oh, I thought I did." Quinn frowns. "Saturday at 7pm right?"
"Yep, that's when dinner is served." I tell her. "Brit and I will do the chopping and prep work we can travel with the night before down in the kitchen, like the dicing and chopping, then we'll do everything around 2pm."
"That works." Quinn tells me.
"Cool, I have the wait staff coming at 6 for their instructions." I tell her. I hired a staff of servers, so every time I cater there are 4 teenagers that come with us to serve and pick up plates for the next course, that way I can keep Quinn and Mercedes both in the kitchen and we can keep working, it's made things run way more efficiently.
Quinn puts the burgers on the flat indoor grill and then turns to face me. "Aren't you hot in that sweatshirt?" She asks. "It's like 88 degrees out right now."
"I'm okay." I tell her quickly. "God invented the air conditioner for a reason, right?'
"Whatever." Quinn laughs. "You and Brittany have been hiding from everyone, what's going on?"
"Hiding?" I ask her.
"Well, no one has really seen you two since your anniversary dinner." Quinn tells me. "In which you left early, after throwing my lotion away, that was Bvlgari, you owe me $40 for that."
"Why do you have $40 lotion?" I frown at her. "That's a waste of money."
"It's not a waste of money, and it's from my amazing husband." Quinn snaps. "I want money to buy a new bottle."
"Fine, whatever." I tell her.
"So why were you weird about it then?" Quinn asks while flipping the burgers over.
"What do you mean?" I ask her.
"The scent made you sick." Quinn tells me.
"I told you I was a little sick that day." I tell her while walking in the kitchen and pulling out provolone cheese and a head of lettuce.
"Sick from what?" Quinn asks me while narrowing her eyes at me.
"Fuck Q, I don't know, Brit and I ordered Chinese, maybe it was the MSG, or it was the guava juice I drank." I tell her. "Let it go, it was over a month ago."
"Hmmmmm, maybe." She laughs. We fix the burgers and add some of the pasta salad I made yesterday for lunch and sit down at the counter.
"You want a soda?" I ask her while grabbing a bottle of citrus of iced tea for myself.
"Tea is fine." Quinn tells me while adding ketchup to her burger.
I grab a jar of peanut butter off the counter and sit down next to her. I lick my lips and spread a thick layer on the top of my bun and smile before taking a huge bite.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Quinn asks quickly. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What?" I ask her while taking another bite.
"Peanut butter?" She asks before taking a bite herself. "Actually there are like 5 jars of peanut butter in your cupboard, do you have a huge peanut butter cookie order or something?"
"Ummm, no. but I did make peanut butter and jelly cupcakes today for a class." I tell her with a smile.
"That's amazing." She replies as her eyes widen. "Do you have any extra?"
"Yeah I have a some left downstairs. Brit and I are going shopping tonight when she gets off work so I'm going to take some to Rachel's house for Ashley and Joseph." I tell her. "I'll grab a few for you and Lio." I tell her just as Brownie starts to howl. "Brownie!" I yell out expecting her to come but Chef comes sliding in the kitchen, causing both Quinn and I to laugh.
"She didn't call you." Quinn tells him with a smile.
"Brownie!" I call out again and smile when she comes running in as well. "Stop howling." I tell her while tossing them both a treat from the bowl on the counter.
"You're sweating." Quinn states. "Take that damn sweatshirt off."
"Why are you trying to get me naked?" I ask her with a smirk. "I have a wife, you have a husband, this can't happen babe."
Quinn rolls her eyes. "I hate you some days."
I smile brightly at her and take another bite of my turkey burger after I smear a blob of peanut butter over it.
"I'll run down and get the cupcakes." She tells me after we finish lunch . "Will I know which ones they are."
"Yeah." I tell her without thinking. She stands up and gets to the door that leads down to the kitchen when I remember all the sonogram pictures down there and jump up. "No!"
"What now crazy lady?" Quinn groans.
"I'll go get them, don't come down here." I tell her while pushing her out of the way and carefully but quickly going down the stairs. I grab the extra tray of cupcakes and bring them back upstairs and see Quinn holding a stack of our baby magazines in her hand.
"What are these for?" She asks.
"I'm making a baby shower cake in a few weeks and want to get ideas." I shrug quickly while carrying the cupcakes to the kitchen.
"So you need parenting magazines?" She laughs. "You still over obsess and analyze everything huh?"
I laugh nervously. "Yeah I guess so."
6 pm
"Wake up, baby." I hear vaguely in her ear while someone rubs my arm soothingly. I flutter open my eyes slowly and focus them on Brittany, who is kneeling next to the couch. "Hey you."
"Hey." I smile at her through a yawn.
She leans down and kisses me tenderly on the lips and moans lightly when I run my tongue over her lips and slip in it slowly. "Mmmm, how was work?" I ask her.
"Amazing." She smiles while lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach a few times. I notice she's in a pair of super small shorts and a tank top. "How long have you been home?"
"An hour or so." Brittany tells me. "You were asleep, so I changed, took Chef and Brownie for a walk, I invited Lord Tubbington but he didn't want to go today, and then I cleaned up the kitchen downstairs."
"Shit, sorry, after the last pick up I laid down for a minute and I guess I doze off." I tell her.
"It's okay." Brittany tells me while laying down on the couch in front of me and resting her hand on my stomach, she leans forward and presses our lips together, carefully molding them together while intertwining our legs. "I missed you all day." She tells me when the kiss breaks.
"I missed you." I tell her as she begins to stroke my hair. "I have to get use to you being gone all day again."
"It'll be fine." Brittany tells me before reconnecting our lips and tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. "Ready to go to the grocery store?"
"Yeah, I need to shower and clean up first." I tell her as I sit up.
"Ok. I'll start reading some essays while I wait for you." She smiles.
"Gross, you gave homework the first day of school?" I laugh.
"No." Brittany smiles. "I have my freshman writing in journals chronicling their freshman year, so today the in class assignment was to write how they want the school year to go, what sports teams they want to make, what clubs they want to join, things that I that, and most importantly what they want out of me as teacher. I'm just going to respond back to their expectations with a little encouragement and motivation. It'll be a weekly thing."
"That's cool, what about the senior classes?" I ask her as Brittany walks back to the bathroom with me.
"Their journals will be revolve around their goals for their last year of high school, how they want to be remembered, what they want to accomplish before the school year ends, and how they want to be remembered when they graduate." She tells me.
"So, you have the homework, not the kids." I laugh.
Brittany nods. "Seems like it. I'm going to give them back to them every Friday, and then a new entry is due on Monday in class." She tells me while turning on the shower.
"Can I read some with you?" I ask her. "Or are they confidential.
"I don't know if they are necessarily confidential, but if I find some really interesting ones, I'll share them with you. I do have a student that wants to go to culinary school, so maybe you can help me reply to her entries."
"I would love that." I tell her as I undress and hop in the shower.
After a long trip to the grocery store, we came home and unloaded everything and restocked the kitchens quickly. I had 3 more orders to fill, so I spent the next few hours in the kitchen downstairs, while Brittany sat on the roof and read her students assignments.
After my last order was picked up, I went upstairs to make us dinner, since Brittany was working. I stared in the fridge for some type of idea since I've been focused on baking all day, and never planned dinner. I pull out a few things and pour Brittany a glass of lemonade and grab a bag of Cheetos for her and head upstairs.
"How about a snack until dinner is done." I tell her while setting the items on the table.
"Thanks." She smiles up at me.
"What do you want for dinner?" I ask her while sitting on the couch next to her.
"Whatever you make is fine." She tells me before she kisses me on the cheek.
"Hmmmmm, ok." I tell her while standing back up. I walk over to the pen where Brownie and Chef are playing and smile at them before I head back inside.
I turn on the TV so I can catch an episode of Chopped when a dinner idea clicks in my head. I decide to make quesadillas for dinner. I put up the previous ingredients I pulled out and take out what I need for my dish and get to work. I start by slicing onions, tomatoes, and mushrooms; I then rinse off some spinach. I grab my skillet and start to caramelize the onions. Once the olive oil I added is hot enough I add the onions, a little salt, and some sugar and stir until the kitchen smells amazing and the onions are a nice dark golden brown color. I scoop them out and set them in a bowl.
"I would make a peppermint sauce and pour it over the chicken, add the sage on top." I tell the TV when I see the ingredients they were given on the show.
I then add the spinach with a tablespoon of water to the skillet and cook it down so it's wilted, I toss in the mushrooms as well and focus back on the TV
"Ooooohhhhhh, that looks amazing." I beam when one of the contestants crushes the peppermints and makes a dipping sauce for the fries they oven baked. "I have to try that." I say while grabbing a notepad from the counter and scribbling down the ideas I got before going back to the stove and turning off my spinach and mushrooms. I then heat another skillet and start to spread goat cheese on the tortilla shells, I layer the spinach, mushrooms, onions, and tomatoes on the shell, fold it closed tightly and slide them in the skillet.
I then cut up jicama into spears and sprinkle some red chile pepper, and squeeze fresh lime juice over the top for a refreshing and simple side dish. I mix up some guava lemonade, I'm addicted to guava juice lately and I'm perfectly okay with that.
Brittany comes in the kitchen as I'm taking the last quesadillas out of the skillet. I slide it on the cutting board to cool a little before I cut them into wedges.
"It smells good in here." Brittany smiles while kissing me on the cheek. "I'll finish these dishes for you, if you want to set the table."
"Thank you." I tell her. I love how Brittany accepts my OCD when cooking and cleaning. So she starts to wash the dishes while I plate our food and take it to the dining room table. I then pour our lemonade for us and take it the table as well.
Brittany finishes the dishes and sets down ice cream cups for Chef and Brownie, she then joines me at the table. "So what is this masterpiece?" She asks while picking up a quesadilla wedge.
"It's a goat cheese, caramelized onion, tomato, spinach, and mushroom quesadilla, and then some jicama on the side." I tell her as I pour sriracha sauce on my quesadilla.
"That's enough sauce on there, Santana." Brittany says quickly, "Don't you think you should lay off the spicy food?"
"Why?" I ask her while taking a big bite.
"I just don't think it's good for the baby." Brittany tells me while taking a bite herself.
"Oh, well it hasn't made me sick or anything." I shrug.
"Fine." She states lowly.
"What?"
"Nothing, I don't want to argue." Brittany tells me. "If you think it's fine, then okay. I'll just ask the doctor myself when we go this weekend."
"Whoa, we aren't arguing, are we?" I ask her while setting down my quesadilla and facing her.
"Nope." Brittany sighs out.
"Ok, what's wrong Brit?" I ask her.
"I don't think you eat healthy enough." Brittany tells me. "You were super healthy with eating, we barely even got fast food, but since you've been pregnant, you eat just anything."
"Oh…" I sigh out. Brittany's right, I've become one of those pregnant women that eats any and everything with the excuse that the baby likes it. "You're right." I tell her. "Starting tomorrow I promise to start eating better and walking on the treadmill."
"Thank you." Brittany smiles.
Friday night 6pm
Brit and I have both been so busy this week, her with school and working on her books, me with cooking and baking for the state of New York, so we decided to just order a pizza and watch a movie tonight to relax.
Brittany went out to the get to pizza, so I'm working on fetch with Brownie, but Chef keeps running and getting the ball before she can.
"Let her get the ball, Chef." I tell him but he just stares at me and cocks his head to the side. "No, let Brownie get the ball." I repeat while holding up the ball and pointing to Brownie, who is staring at me.
I roll the ball again; Chef bolts through the living room and grabs the ball again while Brownie just stares at him. I shake my head and sigh as Brittany walks in with the pizza.
"Once large chicken, onion, mushroom, and spinach pizza." She smiles happily.
"Yes!" I cheer while raising my hands triumphantly in the air, I then my clasp hands together and swing my fist side to side in the air.
"Dork." Brittany laughs while setting the pizza on the table in the living room. "I'll grab napkins."
"Do you want to start the movie after we eat?" I ask her.
"Yeah, that's good." She replies while walking back in the with a handful of napkins, two bottles of water, and small paper bag.
"What's that?" I ask her after I take a bite of my pizza and set it back in the box.
Brittany sits down. "Don't get mad."
"Not a good way to start a convo." I tell her while raising my eyebrow and taking another bite.
"I know we said we wouldn't buy any baby stuff until we find out the sex tomorrow, but I was waiting for the pizza, so I went in the this little store next door, just to pass time, and they had a few baby things, so I bought some pacifiers, these are really cool though." She beams while digging in the bag and pulling out a pacifier that looks like an elephant trunk.
My eyes widen and I toss my slice of pizza back in the box and wipe my hands off. "That is seriously the cutest thing ever!" I tell her as she hands it to me. "How cute would Baby Pierce the look with a little trunk sticking out?"
She pulls out one that's a bright blue butterfly, a cow's face, and a parrot face, that has the beak coming out it. "Aren't these cool?"
"Yeah they are!" I tell her. "These are so cool."
"We can start shopping for more stuff tomorrow." She says happily while rubbing my stomach. "I can't wait."
"Me either, and the dinner party is tomorrow too, we're asking Quinn and Lio to be god parents right?" I confirm.
Brittany picks up a slice of pizza and bites it while nodding. "We have everything we need for dinner, right?"
"Yep." I tell her. "The baby themed dinner is set."
"Cool."
After we demolished the pizza, I lean back on the arm of the couch, since Brittany lifted my legs in her lap to rub them. We lock eyes and she places her hand on my stomach and leans over to kiss me slowly. I pull her closer to me and deepen the kiss while fisting her hair. Brittany moves her hand from my stomach and cups my core over my leggings, causing me to gasp in her mouth.
"I love you." Brittany tells me when she breaks the kiss long enough to whisper my favorite three words from her. She then presses her lips to mine once more before she slowly starts to attack my neck.
"I love you too, honeybee." I moan out as she lifts the shirt I have on and smiles at my breasts, which have plumped up quite a bit. She places soft, wet kisses to them as she continues massaging my core over my leggings.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom, will it be more comfortable for you?" She asks when she sits up slightly.
I look around at our position. "Ummm, you can wear the strap."
"You don't really like that Santana." She tells me.
"It's okay for today, honestly." I smile at her.
"Ok." Brittany says happily while jumping up and running to the bedroom. She comes out a few minutes later with the harness on and nothing else. She's rubbing lube on it while smiling at me. Once she reaches me on the couch she pulls my leggings down and opens my legs wide.
She bends down and licks me a few times before looking back at me. "Ready?"
I nod at her and pull her into a kiss, tasting my arousal on hers lips when she strokes my tongue with hers. She slowly enters me, pausing to let me adjust while staring deep in my eyes. Once I nod at her, she tenderly kisses me over and over as she starts to thrust in me while biting her bottom lip.
"I love this one." She moans out while speeding up a little.
I let out a low moan and clutch tightly to Brittany and attach my lips to her neck while she moves at the perfect pace for us. "Oh Beeeeeee." I moan out loudly when she speeds up a little and palms one of my breasts, slowly kneading it.
Brittany hides her face in my neck as she moves faster and begins to suck on my pulse point. "San, I'm close." She pants out.
"Me too, deeper Brit." I tell her.
"I don't want to hit the baby's head." She says suddenly while stopping.
We both laugh. "I think he's okay." I tell her.
"I'm sure she is." Brittany smiles before kissing me all over my face and starting her rhythm back up.
Minutes later we both scream out in ecstasy, Brittany slides the harness down and hugs me tightly from behind. "Are you okay?" She asks me as she peppers kisses to my neck.
"Yeah, I am." I turn my best to face her., but my stomach gets in the way a little.
"I didn't hurt you or the baby, did I?" She asks while running her hand over my cheek.
"No, honeybee." I tell her before kissing her on the lips. "You were perfect, and that was amazing. A much needed release after the week I've had." I smile.
"How about we skip the movie and just watch a cooking show?" She suggests.
"Sure?" I ask her.
She nods and yawns. "Yeah, I'm sure."
I laugh at her and turn back over to grab the remote. "That's why, you're going to fall asleep." I tease as I wiggle back further into her body. Brittany grabs a blanket from the side of the couch and covers us up before she rests her hand on my stomach, and her head on my shoulder.
I turn on the TV and instantly get excited at when I see Master Chef is on. I'm engrossed in the show with Brittany rubbing my stomach, when I notice she's fast asleep, her heavy breathing hitting the side of my neck. I glance up at her and kiss her on the nose before rubbing Chef, who walks by and lays down in front of the couch.
"Where's Brownie?" I ask him, when I see she isn't following him. "Brownie!" I call out. She comes running in the living room and stares at me. "Lay down with Chef." I tell her while pointing to Chef. Brownie stares at me for a minute. So I clap twice. "Down." I tell her while pointing to the ground. She finally understands the command and lays down.
Brittany stirs from my yelling and wakes up slightly. "What's wrong?" She groans out while rubbing my stomach again.
"Nothing, go back to sleep." I tell her.
She nods against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. I know how tired Brit is, so even though I really wanted to watch the movie, I want her to get some rest and sleep. Between teaching, writing her books, helping me with orders in the evening, and just taking care of me, she's wearing herself out. I rest my hand on hers and link our fingers together as I focus on the screen.
An hour later, both Baby Pierce and I are getting hungry again, so I untangle myself from Brittany and go to the kitchen. I fix myself a bowl of cereal and head back to the couch. I lay back down and prop myself up on my elbow so I can eat my cereal. Brittany automatically puts her arm around me again and lets out a soft sigh.
I'm enjoying my cereal when a Trix commercial comes on, I watch in awe, as the kids torment and tease the rabbit and refuse to give him some cereal. I don't know what comes over me but the next thing I know the tears are flowing, and Im shaking with sobs.
"Fuckin bastard kids." I snap. "Just give him some fuckin cereal, he's not asking for much. He's hungry for goodness sakes."
"Santana?"
"What type of fucked up world do we live in, Brit?" I turn and ask her. "Seriously, and we want to bring a baby into this shit?" I sob out.
Brittany frowns and sits up. "What?" She asks. "What happened? Why are you crying? Oh God, did someone die?"
"Yes! My love for delicious fruity cereal." I tell her angrily.
"What?" Brittany asks while laughing slightly.
"It's not funny." I tell her quickly. "Fuck Trix and the rude ass bastard kids in the commercial!"
Brittany sits up and starts to rub my back. "What are you talking about?" She asks.
"The Trix kids wont give the rabbit some damn cereal Brit! He's not asking for lobster, or steak, or fuckin gold nuggets, he just wants a bowl of cereal, he's starving!" I cry out.
"Ummm, ok." Brittany says slowly.
"And here I am eating the cereal just without a care in the world. We take so much for granted." I tell her as she wipes my eyes.
"We have first world problems, I agree." She tells me. "I need you to calm down, Santana."
"I don't want this anymore." I tell her. "We can't support prejudice, we need to adopt a rabbit or boycott Trix."
Brittany then jumps up and runs to the kitchen, she comes back with a big garbage bag. "Here toss your cereal in." She tells me. "Let's get rid of this shit." She smiles.
I wipe my eyes and nod while I empty the bowl in the bag. She then runs back to the kitchen. "All fruity cereal right?" She asks me.
I nod and sniffle. "Yeah, all of it."
Brittany comes back from the kitchen with her arms full of cereal boxes and hands them to me. "Want to burn them?
I smile at her.. "No, just tossing them out will make me feel better."
I watch Brittany throw out the boxes of Fruit Loops and Trix cereal before she walks the bag to the door and sets it there. "I'll take it down to the trash in a few minutes."
"Thanks." I tell her with a small smile.
Brittany sits down next to me and just stares at me before she can't hold her laughter in any longer and leans over laughing loudly. "Did you just have a meltdown over cereal, Santana?"
"It's not funny." I tell her.
"Yes it is, cupcake, you just rethought being pregnant because the world is fucked up because the rabbit can't have cereal." She laughs. "Let's go to bed, so you don't see a Cheerios commercial and want to go save a swarm of bees or something."
I allow Brittany to pull me up and hug me tightly. She then leans down and kisses my stomach. "I told you that your mami was a little loca.' She whispers to my stomach. "Go hop in the shower, I'll toss this in the garbage chute, and join you in a few minutes, then we can cuddle in bed for a little bit.
"Ok." I nod as Brittany kisses me on the shoulder.
I step in the shower and start to wash up. "Did I just have a meltdown over cereal?" I ask myself before laughing. "God, I'm losing it."
"Ok, Santana you know the drill, the gel will be a little cool." Dr. Pillsbury smiles while squirting the gel on my stomach. Brittany grabs my hand and squeezes it.
"We'll be able to tell if it's a boy or girl today right?" Brittany asks.
"Yes, as long as the baby is in a position where we can see between the legs." She states as she reaches over and turns up the machine. "Here is your baby's heartbeat." She smiles.
"Wow." I breathe out. It isn't first time we've heard it, but it still is the best sound in the world, and it always makes me pause for a moment. I look up and Brittany and we lock eyes for a moment.
"It sounds strong." Brittany states.
"Very strong." Dr. Pillsbury nods. "You're doing great Santana, and so is your baby."
"That's good." I nod quickly. "So can you tell?"
"Yes, your baby has their legs wide open right now." She laughs. "Congratulations on your baby…."