"It's a boy?" Brittany asks loudly with a big smile.
"Yes." Dr. Pillsbury confirms with a smile. "You two can welcome a baby boy in about 5 months."
I stare at the screen as tears stream down my face. Brittany is peppering kisses to my hands while cheering. I turn and look up at her with a huge smile.
"We're having a baby boy." I whisper to her. Brittany nods excitedly and leans down to press her lips to mine firmly, before kissing me on the forehead repeatedly.
"Are you sure? " I ask the doctor. "Like really sure, it's a boy?"
Dr. Pillsbury nods. "Yes, as I stated, your baby is lying with his legs wide open." She smiles. "He's definitely not shy." She laughs. "Here are his legs." She points out with a laser.
"Gross is that his…?" I ask as I cover my mouth. "Why is it so big already?"
Brittany stares at the screen and cocks her head to the side and smiles. "He'll be a hit with the ladies when he gets older."
"Brittany!" I say with a mortified look on my face. "I don't want him using his magic stick to get girls." I snap. "He's on punishment."
"Why is he on punishment?" Brittany asks quickly. "He can't help it if he's endowed."
"I don't want him showing everybody." I tell her. "God, our boy is a little perv already." I groan out while covering my eyes.
"Nudist is a better word, and well, it's just us in the room, so…." Brittany smiles while removing my hands.
"That's actually his arm, and it's a normal size." Dr. Pillsbury interrupts us. "So I think you two can take him off of punishment now"
"Oh." I laugh nervously. "Sorry."
"Can we get a copy of this video?" Brittany asks her. "Actually we need like 10."
Dr. Pillsbury nods. "Sure, I'll get this printed and give you two a little time."
Brittany starts to wipe the gel off me; she then starts to kiss all over my stomach. "Hey little guy." She smiles out. "You look like you're lounging on the beach in there."
I laugh and pull her up to kiss her. "This makes Baby Pierce so much more real now." I laugh out.
"Yeah it does. " She tells me.
"So I guess we can scrap Baby Pierce and start calling him Sebastian now." I tell her with a big smile while rubbing my stomach.
"Hey Bash!" Brittany then says to my stomach.
"Who's Bash?" I ask her quickly.
"That's his nickname." Brittany shrugs.
"No it's not." I shake my head.
"Why not?" Brittany frowns. "It's cool."
"It's weird." I shrug. "I don't think I like it."
"Well, you can call him whatever you want, but I'm calling him Bash!" Brittany says excitedly while kissing my stomach again.
"Brit…" I sigh out. Brittany and I decided on the name Sebastian for our son a while ago, but we definitely didn't decide on calling him Bash as his nickname.
"We can't have a boy." I tell her suddenly.
"Why?" Brittany asks me.
"Who's going to teach him to pee standing up?" I ask her as tears spring to my eyes again. "He can't pee sitting down, he'll get teased at school."
"Ummm, maybe we can find a harness and dildo that lets you squirt liquid out, you know like those dolls that pee and stuff." Brittany shrugs.
"We can't use sex toys around him." I tell her. "That will just confuse him even more."
"We'll figure that out later." Brittany tells me. "Right now, let's just focus on the fact that Bash is real, and we get to tell everyone about him later."
"Sebastian." I tell her.
"Bash." Brittany smiles. I sigh, because Bash will definitely have to grow on me.
Once we get down to my car, Brittany opens the car door for me and kisses me on the cheek while buckling me in. She then skips around the front of the car, stopping to wave at me when she was directly in front, and hoping in the driver side.
"So, you want to look at furniture for the nursery first?" Brittany asks while starting the car. "Or look at some clothes, or bottles and diapers?"
"Can we just go home and relax?" I ask her. "We can look at that stuff tomorrow. I just want to lie down and watch some TV with you, maybe read a book, or just talk, I don't know."
Brittany turns the car off and looks at me. "What's wrong? Do you feel okay?"
I smile at her. "I feel fine, honeybee, it's just that this appointment was a lot, it made everything seem so real, I mean we have a son on the way." I blush. "I just want to lay with you, in our little bubble and enjoy the moment, before the craziness of tonight, maybe even take a little nap. I kind of just want to be around you right now, is that okay?"
"Sounds amazing to me." Brittany nods. "Do you want to stop and get lunch first?"
"Sure, we can grab soup and salads from Panera." I nod at her.
We stop to get our food, and Brittany convinced me to eat it there instead of taking it home. We ended up having a great time, like I always do with Brittany; we talked about plans for a baby shower in the couple months, and also agreed that we need to look up some Lamaze classes to enroll in. The rest of the time we just laughed and talked about TV shows and movies, and Brittany told me a bunch of hilarious stories from her students, that took me back to high school. Brittany's eyes light up whenever she talks about her kids, it's so adorable. There are some teachers that talk about school, but that light just isn't in them anymore, Brit on the other hand, talks about these kids with such pride and admiration. I can tell she is an amazing teacher, and I have to see her in action one day.
Once we got home, we saw that Chef and Brownie got ahold to a roll of toilet paper, so there was little bits of white paper all over the living room; Brittany told me she would handle it, and had me lay on the couch. I was browsing through the new Vogue magazine that came in when Brittany finally got done cleaning up and taking the dogs to the roof to use the bathroom. It's scorching hot out today so she brought them back in, and they quickly busied themselves with toys while Brittany flopped down on the couch behind me.
"Movie?" She asks.
I shrug. "Not really, let's just hang out."
"Ok." Brittany smiles as she carefully reaches over me and picks up her iPad. "Want to play Angry Birds with me?"
"Sure." I nod while resting my head on her shoulder.
Brittany starts the game and we plan to take turns throwing the birds at the pigs. "You can go first." She tells me.
"Sweet." I nod while touching the screen and slinging a bird.
We breeze through 5 levels in silence, only laughing occasionally when Brittany makes squeals to sound like the pigs are dying when they get hit.
"Do we need to get rid of Chef and Brownie?" I ask suddenly.
"Why would you think we need to?" Brittany asks while pausing the game.
"They won't like attack Sebastian, will they?"
"Of course not." Brittany shakes her head. "We'll make sure that when Bash is old enough to crawl and start walking that he knows not to pull their tails or stick his hand in their mouths, and even before then, we'll make sure they know they are boundaries with him. Brownie will still be young enough to adapt, and Chef will be just fine." She assures me.
"Ok" I tell her as I turn sideways slightly so I can wrap my arm around her waist.
"What are you thinking about?" She asks me.
"How adorable our son is going to be." I tell her. "We have to find a babysitter that we really trust so when we cater he has somewhere to go."
"He'll be with us." Brittany shrugs. "You know you are going to have him strapped to your chest while you're in the kitchen anyways." She laughs.
"Very true, we'll just pack his high chair, and bouncer and take it everywhere we go with us." I tell her.
"Good thing we bought the truck, right?" She teases.
"Right." I nod while yawning as I wiggle closer to Brittany and let out a contented sigh.
"Why don't you take a little nap, then we can start doing some prep work for dinner." Brittany tells me while setting the iPad on the table and wrapping her arm around me, pulling me closer, and pressing my baby bump in her side. She places her free hand on my stomach and rubs slowly before turning on the TV. "Do you want a blanket, or I can turn the air down?"
"I'm fine." I yawn out while resting my head in the crook of her neck and tangling our legs at the end of the couch.
Brittany turns and kisses me sweetly on the lips before kissing my eyelids as I drift to sleep.
"Santana!"
I turn around at the stove just in time to bend down and open my arms to hug Ashley and Joseph.
"Hey guys." I say excitedly to match their enthusiasm
"Stop running in the house please." I hear Rachel call after them as she and Puck walk in the kitchen to greet me.
"I got a blue shirt today." Joseph states while pulling on his bright blue polo.
"It looks so awesome." I tell him before kissing him on the forehead, and laughing when his face reddens in embarrassment.
"Hey Santana." Puck smiles while setting down a case of mixed wine and champagne on the counter. "I brought some treats for the party." He adds.
"Thanks." I laugh before carefully hugging him, making sure to keep my distance.
"Brittany is on the roof with the dogs." I tell Ashley and Joseph, who take off running to the staircase.
"No running!" Rachel calls after them.
Puck goes to the fridge and grabs a beer for himself. "Can I take Brit a beer?" He asks me.
I nod at him. "Sure, you can take her a Corona."
Puck kisses Rachel on the cheek and heads upstairs to the roof. Rachel then catches me off guard and hugs me tightly, so tightly that I know my bump presses into her stomach because she jumps back as her eyes widen and jaw drops open. She points at my stomach frantically and I nod slowly while looking around to double check and makes sure we are the only two people around.
"Oh my God!" She squeals out loudly while jumping up and down.
I laugh nervously. "Shhhhhhh."
She hesitantly places her hand on my stomach again. "How far along?" She asks with a big smile.
"4 months." I tell her with a huge smile. "We found out the sex today."
"No wonder you're glowing, sweetheart." She beams. "Congrats."
"Thank you." I tell her before hugging her again. "You have to forget this little conversation happened. We plan on announcing it after dinner, no one knows aside from you and our parents."
Rachel nods quickly and pretends to zip her mouth shut and hand me the key.
"Thank you." I nod. "Just act surprised later, ok?"
"Absolutely!" She screeches while jumping up and down again excitedly and hugging me again. I give in to her excitement and squeal right along with her.
"What's the celebration about?" Quinn asks and she walks in with Lio.
"Rachel is excited the quiches are vegetarian." I rush out quickly while jumping away from her.
"Oh….ok." Quinn laughs. "Hey San." She then smiles while hugging me.
"Hey." I tell her while flinching and jumping back a little so I don't make the same mistake I did with Rachel.
"I'm starving, why isn't dinner ready yet?" Lio teases while kissing me on the cheek.
"Whatever." I reply while rolling my eyes at him.
"Mommy look what Brownie can do!" Joseph yells from the staircase.
"Mommy duty." Rachel smiles before she winks at me and mouths your turn soon. She then turns on her heels and quickly walks over to the staircase.
"Puck is on the roof with Brit and the kids." I tell Lio.
"Sweet." Lio grabs a beer and heads up to the roof tossing Ashley, who came down the stairs, in the air while tickling her.
Quinn sits at the counter and pours herself a glass of wine. "Wine?" She asks me with a smirk. "Or sipping the finest of ginger ale again tonight?"
I glance up from the mini quiche I'm setting on a platter and laugh. "I'm actually drinking sparkling cran-apple juice tonight." I tell her while taking a sip and popping a carrot in my mouth. "Brit spoils me with the finest beverages money can buy."
"No wine or champagne again?" She asks.
"Nah." I shrug as I turn around to put the quiche in the oven.
"Hmmmmm." Quinn nods. "So did you two have a threesome with Rachel?" She asks as I turn back around to face her.
My eyes widen as the carrot gets stuck in my throat from me gasping. I start banging on the counter while trying to cough the carrot back up.
"Shit!" Quinn jumps up and tries to wrap her arms around my waist to give me the Heimlich but I get jump out of her grasp and hit myself on the back as I try to cough it up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Quinn asks while following me around the kitchen counter. "Let me help you!" She rushes out while grabbing my arm. I shake my head at her and move out of her grip again. I'm starting to cough and wheeze as panic sets in, so I finally start to turn to allow Quinn to help me, when I feel an arm wrap around my waist and another hit me firmly on the back between my shoulder blades. I cough one final time harshly and the carrot flies out of my mouth.
"Breathe baby, deep breaths." Brittany coos in my ear while rubbing my back. "Quinn, can you grab a bottle of water for me please?" She the adds. "Keep taking deep breathes."
"She almost touched my stomach, she would have known." I pant out quietly to Brittany.
"You could have choked to death." Brittany frowns at me while hugging me and kissing me on the forehead. "But good job, private eye." She then winks with a smile as Quinn hands me the bottle of water. "Do not do that again." She then says sternly while kissing the top of my head.
I quickly drink half of the bottle and set it down. "No, we didn't have a threesome with Rachel." I snap at her. "Why would you ask that?"
"Gross." Brittany states quietly.
"It was a joke, fuck, I didn't think you would damn near die from it!" Quinn shrieks. "You just scared me half to fuckin death." She yells at me as tears form in her eyes.
I sigh and walk over to her and hug her loosely. "I'm sorry."
"She's okay now Q." Brittany tells her. "Relax."
Quinn picks up her wine and takes a few sips. "Just, don't scare me like that again. You know you're my only family really, aside from Lio."
"I know." I nod. "I'm sorry, next time I choke, I'll rush over to you and you can give me the Heimlich." I tell her.
"I know CPR too." She sniffles.
"So then Rat grabbed the block of the cheese and ran in the basement and hid in the dryer." Lio laughs out.
"No one could find her, and abuela needed to finish her laundry, so she started throwing wet towels in on her, and turned on the dryer." Mathias added.
"Damn girl." Mercedes laughs while picking up her champagne.
"I fell asleep!" I yell out while trying not to laugh. "I had a long day." Brittany places her hand on my thigh and squeezes slightly while laughing.
"So did you jump out?" Brittany asks me.
"Yeah, I woke up when I started to tumble." I nod as I lean into Brittany's embrace.
"Your abuela's basement smelled like hot cheese for like a week." Quinn remembers.
"What?" Rachel laughs out while taking a sip of her wine. "Why the cheese smell?"
"I left my block of cheese in the dryer and ran out of the basement, so it melted into the laundry." I reply sheepishly.
"That was the one and only time abuela ever yelled at Rat." Mathias nods with knocking back his beer.
"So you do live up to the nickname Ratoncito, huh?" Mercedes teases.
"Watch it Cedes." I tell her playfully.
"Awwwww, my little Ratoncito." Brittany teases while lifting my head to kiss me.
"I want to hear more stories." Ashley smiles while picking up her mini crescent roll that I stuffed with prosciutto, chopped asparagus, and provolone cheese.
"We have tons." Quinn laughs while staring at me as I unconsciously rub my stomach and smile at Brittany; yes I've become that pregnant lady. I turn and lock eyes with her and quickly drop my hand from my stomach, causing her to smirk. "I have a story." She then states while glancing at my stomach and back up to my eyes with a big smile.
"We're having a Halloween party and I'm going to be a gorilla." Joseph quickly interjects with a big smile.
"Awesome." Mathias laughs at him.
"Brit, can you help me in the kitchen?" I ask her as the conversation shifts to Puck's Halloween party.
Brittany follows me in the kitchen. "Feeling okay?"
I nod to her. "Yeah I am, I thought maybe you would want to help me serve." I laugh out.
"I will for three kisses." She shrugs as she pins me to the counter and stares deep in my eyes while she rubs our noses together.
I rest my hands on her butt and lean up to kiss her; she quickly deepens the kiss, and looks around before kissing my stomach. "So you don't feel left out." She whispers.
"Rachel knows." I rush out quickly.
Brittany stands up straight. "What?"
"She hugged me and you know how a Rachel hug is, and it was so tight that my bump pressed in her and now she knows, but she promised to act surprised when we tell everyone." I rush out. "I'm sorry."
Brittany smiles. "Why are you apologizing?"
"We agreed to tell everyone together." I reply softly while fixing the collar on her blouse.
"It's okay." She smiles at me before pecking my lips once more. "So first dish is the mini quiche right?"
I nod and pick up one of the platters with the mini quiche on it and head to the dining room area.
"Everything was little." Ashley smiles while picking up a miniature ear of corn and popping it in her mouth.
"Cool, right?" Brittany laughs. "It's like we're giants."
"I can be a giant!" Joseph yells out while standing in his chair.
"Yo, take a seat little man." Puck tells him quickly. "Get your feet out of the chair." He adds.
Joseph nods quickly and plops back down with a smile as Rachel fixes his napkin on his shirt.
"So we had baby back ribs, miniature corn on the cob, baby carrots, mini quiche…" Mercedes starts to list off. "Ummm, am I missing something?"
"We're giants!" Joseph shrugs while climbing in her lap.
"Aside from us being giants?" Mercedes smiles.
I look over at Brittany, who nods at me. "We'll grab dessert for everyone." I announce.
Brit and I go to the kitchen and grab the plastic baby bottles we ordered with everyone's name on them. I first add the apple pie I baked in the bottom and allow Brittany to scoop caramel ice cream on them, since vanilla is off limits, while I fill the top of the bottle with different toppings, crushed praline cashews for the adults, and the caramel chips for Ashley and Joseph. We screw the bottle top on, and set the bottles on two different trays. I then pull out the cookies I made that are in the shape of baby booties, I covered them with blue fondant, and added a letter S in white chocolate and yellow sprinkles.
Brittany picks up the remote for the stereo and starts the music as we walk out with the trays of baby bottle desserts and cookies. We start singing while we pass out the bottles to everyone.
We're having a baby
We're having a baby
We don't mean maybe
And our baby is on the way
I smile at Brittany when we lock eyes and I sing the next part as we make our way around the table.
Will you wear pink or blue
Will I know what to do
When to change your diaper
Or how to comfort you
Will you have blonde, red, or brown hair
Blue eyes or green
I don't really care
Brittany comes over by me as Mercedes eyes widen and I see Quinn nod as tears fill her eyes.
We're having a baby
We're having a baby
We don't mean maybe
And our baby is on the way
Brittany quickly kisses me on the cheek and starts to sing.
We're not waiting anymore
We heard you knocking on the door
She bends down and softly knocks on my stomach.
Knock knock knock knock
And we answered, we couldn't wait
Now you're coming, not a date too late
Brittany twirls me around as I start to sing again.
Will you be Taurus, Pisces, or Virgo
It doesn't matter
You will go, where we go
To the islands on a warm summer nights
We don't give up our dreams,
No that wouldn't be right
Brittany moves to stand behind me and hugs me tightly as we start to sway as we sing together.
We're having a baby
We're having a baby
We don't mean maybe
And our baby is on the way
She then starts to unbutton my sweater, exposing my baby bump, since I'm wearing a tank top that has arrows all around pointing to my stomach, in the middle of the arrows is Sebastian Stone Pierce in bold black letters.
"Oh my God!" Mercedes yells out while jumping up and clapping.
"I knew it!" Quinn screams out while running towards me and hugging me tightly. "I sooooo knew it." She repeats.
"Congrats ladies." Lio nods while standing and clapping. "He'll have great genes." He winks while hugging Brittany tightly before hugging me.
"Oh my God!" Rachel screams. "I can breathe now, I've been holding this in for like 2 hours, when Q caught us hugging."
"She knew before I did?" Quinn asks me quickly.
My eyes widen as I shake my head slowly.
"No, I hugged her and I felt her stomach and she got nervous, presumably so since you're her best friend after Brittany, and probably little Sebastian." Rachel smiles lovingly at my stomach that Quinn still has her hands on. "I basically pulled it out of her, I for one know how important friendship is, coming from the exciting world of Broadway, it's hard to find a true friend, you never know who is out to support you or take your spot. So I personally don't for one second think she pressed her baby bump into me purposely so I would know first. " She pauses for a breath and takes a sip of her wine while I raise my eyebrow at her. "Just don't let the midnight feedings and crying, and diaper changes, and explosive diarrhea, and colic deter you from the main focus; the innocent and unconditional love of yoir child. Sure, when he starts teething, your ears will bleed from the piercing cries, and your breasts will ache from him biting too hard when breast feeding." I wince and grab my chest and rub my breasts softly. "Then with a boy, the diaper changes may get tricky and I'm not ashamed to say that I've taken a few drops of urine to the eye, but I just closed my eye and keep moving, life doesn't stop for urine."
"Is she drunk?" Quinn whispers to me. I shrug and frown at her.
"After 20 long hours of pushing and screaming, once I was able push Joseph's head through, and I saw that sweet little bloody, and amniotic fluid covered bundle of joy, I knew my life was complete." Rachel nods her head while knocking back her glass of wine.
"We can't have overnight guests." Brittany tells Rachel while grabbing her wine glass from her as she walks past quickly causing Quinn and I to laugh. It's not a secret that Brittany isn't a huge fan of Rachel's, actually when Rachel comes over to chat, Brittany will hide out upstairs or in the bedroom unless I make her come out and socialize.
"Ummm, thanks Rachel." I nod slowly. "I'll keep all of that in mind."
"Bash!" Brittany yells out while lifting a shot in the air with Mercedes, Puck, Lio, and Mathis. "That's his nickname."
"To Bash!" Lio yells out as they clink glasses and knock back the shot.
"Such a bad ass name." Mercedes smiles with giving us the thumbs up.
"Isn't it awesome?!" Brittany asks. "I picked the middle name of Stone."
"No shock there." Quinn mumbles.
"Watch it." I laugh at her.
"I'm so happy for you babe." She smiles. "You're going to be a great mother, both of you." She adds while looking at Brittany who was now leading everyone else in the Thriller routine for some reason.
"Life is definitely about to get interesting." I laugh while staring at my wife and blowing her a kiss when we lock eyes. "You will be an awesome God Mother, if you're up for it."
"Hell yeah!" Quinn screeches. "Hey little guy, I'm your Aunt Quinn." She then says to my stomach.
I glance at Joseph and Ashley; Joseph is piling ice cream in his mouth, while Ashley just puts her head on the table and stares at my stomach. I smile at her and give her a little wave, but she just stares at me and gives me a weak smile back. I make a mental note of it, and decide to talk to her a little later.
After a long hot shower, where I sang to my stomach for probably half the time, I crawl in bed next to Brittany, who was reading something on her iPad. She quickly set her iPad down to toss the cover over me, before wrapping her arm around me as I lean into her side.
"What are you reading?" I ask her through a yawn.
Brittany kisses me on the forehead and picks up the iPad again. "This article from Huffington Post, it tells the truth about Disney stories." She says while holding up air quotes.
"Any good?" I ask her while wrapping my arm around her waist and grazing my fingers against the soft skin on her side.
"Yeah, it's really interesting." She nods. "It tells how a lot of Disney movies are based on books and a few on Shakespeare plays."
"Really?" I ask her while briefly glancing up at her before focusing back on the screen. Brittany finds the most amazing articles to read, sometimes I go through her favorites and bookmarks on her iPad and AirDrop them to mine, so I can read some of the cool articles that she finds.
"Disney leaves out a lot of the gruesome details so their movies have happy endings for children, so like Cinderella, it's based on a Brothers Grimm book, one of Cinderella's evil stepsisters cuts off her toes, and the other her heel so they can both fit into the tiny glass slipper. The prince is notified by little doves that there is blood on the shoe, and finally discovers that the true owner is Cinderella. Once the stepsisters realize that they should try to win favor with, they attend her wedding, only to have their eyes pecked out by birds." Brittany explains.
"Shit, seriously?" I ask her as my eyes widen at the screen.
"And, Cinderella doesn't have a fairy godmother. Rather, she plants a tree by her mother's grave and prays under it every day. She finds her dresses to wear to each ball under the tree (there are three in the story, not one like in the movie). She is still helped by animals, though specifically birds, not mice. Also, she doesn't just lose her shoe because she is in a rush. The clever prince covers the steps in pitch to make her stick to them, but she only loses a shoe in the process." She continues.
"Wow." I breathe out. "Well, we are going to tell Bash the Disney version. I don't want him getting creeped out."
Brittany sets the iPad on the floor next to the bed and tilts my head up, she peppers kisses to my lips before kissing me deeply.
"Mmmmmm, what was that for?" I ask her with a big smile.
"You called him Bash." She says happily while turning the lamp out.
We both slide down so we are laying down an facing one another. "No, I didn't, I said Sebastian." I rush out.
"I knew you liked the nickname, Bash." Brittany says happily as her eyes twinkle.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I laugh out. "So are you going to use some of that article in one of your lessons?" I ask her as I prop myself up on my elbow and walk my fingers up and down her arm.
"No, I don't think so." Brittany shakes her head. "My freshmen will be reading Hamlet though, so I'm going to show the similarities of Lion King to Hamlet." She tells me. "That should be fun."
"Yeah that should be, I need to come sit in on one of your classes one day." I tell her. "I want to see you in action."
Brittany blushes and laughs. "I would love for you to come one day."
"Good." I nod as I lean forward and press our lips together briefly and lie down as the sky opens up and it starts to rain. "Perfect sleeping weather." I sigh out as Brittany wiggles super close to me when thunder claps through the sky. Even after 5 years of marriage, I still think it's adorable how slightly afraid of thunderstorms Brittany is. Even if it's the middle of the night, she instantly cuddles as close as possible to me during a storm in her sleep.
"Are you okay, Brit?" I ask her when she hugs me tightly and presses my bump into her stomach.
"Yeah, I'm just protecting Bash." She whispers.
"Ok." I smile at her. "Good night, Brit."
"Night Santana, good night Bash." She adds while wiggling closer when thunder claps again.
Sunday 4pm
"The rain left the air gross outside." I tell Brittany as I walk back in the living room with Brownie and Chef.
Brittany is playing Guitar Hero on the XBox, she's been playing for the past hour or so actually. I sat on the couch and watched her for a while, but I lost interest after 3 or 4 songs, so Lord Tubbington took my place instead. I took the dogs on the roof, so they could get a little fresh air, while I thumbed through some cooking magazines and made notes on different recipes and ideas and lounged on the couch outside.
We woke up early and went shopping for furniture for the nursery. We picked out a crib, chest, changing table, small sofa, and a recliner for his room. We bought some bed sheets, baby towels, and an insane amount of bottles, insane because I'm going to breast feed, and some other random things for his room. Since the furniture is being custom designed, it won't be delivered for a few weeks, which is great because it gives Mathis time to draw and paint the nursery for us.
After shopping for Sebastian, we came home to relax before doing some afternoon shopping, but we ended up getting rained out. So we've been hanging out around the house.
"Aren't you tired of playing that by now?" I ask her as I sit on the couch. "Like aren't your fingers tired?" I smile.
Brittany pauses the game and looks at me with a smile. "Nope." She winks.
I lift Chef on the couch with me, and pat the couch so Brownie can jump up as well, since she is staring me, waiting for an invitation, Chef runs to the edge of the couch and curls in a ball in the corner while Brownie decides to stick close to me and rests her head on my lap. I rub behind her ear and smile at her.
"One more song and we can do something else." Brittany says quickly.
"Play as long as you want, honeybee." I tell her while leaning back on the couch and smiling when Brittany starts to sing along while playing Barracuda.
After watching my rock star wife, who animatedly played while dropping to the floor in the splits a few times, and jumped up and down like a true rock star too, before she bowed graciously after every song, for 20 minutes, my stomach starts to growl.
"You want a snack, B?" I ask her. "It's kind of early for dinner."
"Sure." Brittany smiles.
I head to the kitchen and pull out a pineapple and some watermelon wedges Brittany cut this morning. I lightly sprinkle a little sea salt on the watermelon and stand them up so the excess water can drain off. I then cut the pineapple into rings and get a large freezer bag. I melt a little butter, add some honey, a little salt, and a little cayenne pepper and toss the pineapple in and shake the bag so the mixture gets all over the fruit. I spray some Pam on the indoor grill and light it so it can warm up.
While I wait for my fruit to marinate I make a pitcher of virgin margaritas. I add a little colorful umbrella and walk one to Brittany, who is now dancing around the living room and singing with Brownie and Chef running after her feet.
"Here baby." I laugh out as I hand her the drink.
She takes a sip and kisses me on the cheek before she twirls me around and begins dancing again, we end up doing a salsa routine together and laughing when I dip her to finish the dance.
"You're still pretty light on your feet." Brittany smiles while turning the music off.
"Thank Mrs. Pierce, it helps when you have an awesome partner." I tell her.
"Can I help you start dinner, I know you're plotting it already." She asks while rubbing my stomach and lifting my shirt, she then blows a raspberry and quickly presses her ear to my stomach while moving her hands all over. "Anything?"
I shake my head. "Not yet." I tell her. "Maybe he's asleep." I shrug.
"Maybe." She repeats while staring at my stomach. She then knocks softly on the side. "Hey you." She says sternly through a smile. "I know your mami put you on punishment yesterday for laying with your legs open, but you're off now."
I laugh and rest my hands on her shoulders as she continues talking.
"So if you want to do a handstand in there, or the maybe the Electric Slide it's okay. I promise not to let her freak out." She then laughs. "I know she bribes you with cupcakes, which obviously doesn't work, but what about Cheetos?!" She says happily while moving her hands all over again.
"Oh my God!" I yell out when I feel him move a little. "I felt something."
Brittany's eyes widen. "Was that him? Did he move?" She rushes out.
"I think so." I nod. "I'm pretty sure, say it again."
"Cheetos!" Brittany laughs out. "Cheetos! Cheetos!"
I join in with her and start yelling as well. "Cheetos! Cheetos!"
Bash moves slightly again. "He's moving Brit!" I squeal happily while touching my stomach. "He's moving!"
"He loves them already!" Brittany says proudly while kissing all over my stomach. "I'm going to get you the biggest bag ever when you get your first tooth!" She tells my stomach. "We can share a gigantic bowl and watch Sesame Street!"
Brittany stands up and looks me in the eyes. "You're crying, did it hurt?"
I shake my head. "It felt so amazing." I laugh out before kissing her. "So, so amazing, like I had butterflies in my stomach."
"I can't wait until I feel it too." She smiles happily before kissing me.
"Still want to help me start prepping for dinner?" I ask her when the kiss breaks.
"Sure." Brittany nods as she follows me to the kitchen.
"I'll finish our snack first." I tell her while washing my hands, I then brush a little honey on the watermelon wedges and place them on the grill; I take the pineapple and carefully set that on the grill as well.
"Grilled fruit?" Brittany asks with a smile.
"You'll love it." I tell her.
"I'm sure I will." She nods. "What do you want me to pull out for dinner?"
"Do we have pork chops in the fridge?" I ask her.
"Ummm, I put them downstairs in the fridge." Brittany tells me. "I'll go get them quick."
"Thanks." I tell her as I flip over the watermelon and pineapple. "Close the door behind you, Brownie keeps trying to sneak downstairs for some reason."
"Okay, I'll be quick." Brittany says while jogging to the door.
"She's coming!" I laugh out as Brownie takes off running after Brittany and gets the door closed in her face. "She's going to howl." I say to myself. Sure enough, 5 seconds later Brownie starts to howl, loudly, while scratching at the door. "She'll be back Brownie." I tell her. "Come here." I clap twice while taking the fruit off the grill. Brownie glances at me but lays by the door and waits for her.
Brittany reemerges and trips over Brownie. "Geez, sorry B." She tells her while rubbing her head and walking the pack of meat over to me.
I take the meat from her and hold up a slice of watermelon to her mouth. "Awesome, right?" I ask as she takes a bite.
"Soooooo good." She beams as I take another bite while she washes her hands. She then grabs the slice back from me and finishes it off. "I'm so lucky I married a chef." She laughs.
"Yeah you are." I tease while grabbing some fresh fruit and vegetables out of the fridge.
"So what are you teaching me tonight?" She asks. "I'm ready to learn!" She yells out happily.
I laugh at her, I love catering with Brittany but when we cook together at home, it's so much more fun, because I can really show her how to make a lot of stuff, since there's no rush. I can go as slow as I need to so she understands and does it right. I like just surprising her with the finished meal, but when we are in the kitchen, laughing, sneaking kisses, getting our hands dirty, it reminds me just how lucky I am to have married my best friend in the whole world.
"Tonight, we are making grilled Jamaican jerk pork chops with a mango salsa." I tell her.
"Can you see the drool dripping down my chin; do I look like Chef right now?" She says while pointing to her mouth. "That sounds so good."
"Good." I tell her. "You are going to help me step by step." I smile as she cuts into a piece of the grilled pineapple and holds the fork to my mouth. I take a bite and moan in pleasure, that is damn good. I watch Brittany pop a piece in her mouth, and do a little dance while chewing. "Dork." I laugh at her.
"So what's first?" She asks me.
"Let's start with the rub for the chops." I tell her as she ties my apron around my waist and puts a chef hat on my head; I then tie an apron around her and put one of my chef hats on her head.
"Wait!" Brittany says quickly as she runs out of the kitchen.. I use this opportunity to eat some more of the grilled fruit. Brittany comes running back in the kitchen with her phone in her hand. "Take a selfie!" She smiles.
I laugh and stand on my tiptoes to kiss her on the cheek, as she snaps picture after picture of us making silly faces and finally smiling brightly with our Chef hats on. "We are putting this one on the website." I tell her as we look over the pictures.
"Totes." She nods. "Ok, I'm ready to learn." She nods.
"Okay, so first the rub." I repeat from earlier. "Hand me a bowl, baby." I ask her. "So first we mix chopped garlic, dried thyme leaves, a little brown sugar, ground allspice, salt, fresh cracked ground pepper, cayenne pepper, and dried sage leaves." I list off as I pour everything in the bowl and mixture them together while Brittany rinses the meat off. "Ok, so now let's rub it all over the meat." I tell her while yawning. "Excuse me." I say quickly while shaking my head.
"Tired?" Brittany asks our fingers graze each other's as we coat the meat.
"A little." I tell her.
Brittany kisses me on my temple. "Nap later?"
I nod. "Definitely, since these need to marinate for around an hour." I tell her as Brittany places the last pork chop on a pan and covers them. "You can put those in the fridge, and we can start the salsa." I state through another yawn.
Brittany smiles and takes a bite from another piece of watermelon and holds the rest up to my mouth. I wink at her and pull out ingredients from the fridge as my Aunty Snixx phone rings. "Honeybee, can you take the order for me?"
"Sure." Brittany mumbles out since her mouth is stuffed with pineapple as she leaves the kitchen to answer it.
I quickly peel 2 mangos and chop them up, I then dice a red onion, a few mint leaves, a jalepeno, sprinkle in some salt, and add lime juice before stirring everything up.
"Do you want to cater a wedding in 3 weeks?" Brittany asks.
"Hell yeah!" I rush out.
Brittany covers the receiver. "You'll be almost 21 weeks pregnant, are you sure you can do this?"
"Yes." I nod quickly. "I'll have your help right?"
"Of course." Brittany smiles as she walks back in the living room.
A wedding would be huge! I've done birthday parties, graduation parties, baby showers, private dinner parties, hell even wedding cakes, but a full blow wedding is going to be crazy! Wait…3 weeks?! I turn to go find Brittany and bump into her.
"Geez Bash, watch out." Brittany smiles at my stomach.
"Why is the wedding in 3 weeks?" I ask Brittany.
"Their caterer cancelled on her." Brittany shrugs.
"Gross, so I was their 2nd choice?" I scoff.
"So what?" Brittany frowns. "Now is your chance to prove to everyone that has Aunty Snixx as their 2nd choice that you should be their 1st choice." She tells me while looking deep in my eyes. "You're the best chef in the city, hell the state, now let's go blow taste buds out of their mouths."
I hold up my pinky to her. " Deal."
She links pinkies with her and kisses our hands. "We are meeting her for a consultation on Wednesday when I get home from school, and I have her bringing a $600 deposit, cash or money order."
"Okay." I tell her. "Well, guess I have a menu to start planning this week."
"Well luckily you have the catering for next week already planned out right?" Brittany asks.
I nod. "Everything is planned out." I tell her while holding up a spoonful of the salsa to her mouth. "More salt?"
"It's perfect." She shakes her head. "So what else are we making with dinner?" She asks with a big smile.
Monday 7 pm
"How about some dessert?" Brittany asks me as she walks in the living room, where I am doing some yoga.
"Sex or ice cream?" I ask her quickly.
"Both if you want." Brittany laughs, "but how about we start with ice cream?"
"Double scoop of chocolate, with whip cream, nuts, hot fudge, peanut butter, and 4 cherries?" I ramble out.
Brittany falls over laughing while picking up my flip flops for me. "Sure." She nods as she slips them on my feet before pulling me up and into a hug.
"Score!" I say happily while picking up my phone and walking over to the door.
Brit and I walk hand in hand the two blocks to an ice cream shop we visit often, enjoying the lingering warm weather, we both check out this lady's ass as she jogs by before locking eyes and laughing, and we smile at a happy couple pushing a baby in a stroller past us.
"We are going to look so hot when we push Bash around in his stroller." Brittany states.
"We will definitely be MILFS." I nod in agreement.
"Of course." Brittany shrugs nonchalantly with a smirk as she opens the door for me to enter the shop.
"Yo Mrs. P!" I hear as soon as we walk in the shop, I glance over and see a group of teenagers waving at us.
"Hey guys!" Brittany smiles brightly as the group rushes over towards.
"Yo! Is this your wife?" One tall boy with scraggly red hair asks while pointing at me.
Brittany nods excitedly. "Yes, this is my wife, Santana." She beams proudly. "This is our future son, Bash." She then adds while rubbing my stomach.
"Sebastian." I laugh out at her.
"This is Corey, Avery, Chelsea, and Rachel." She then lists off for me.
"You're right Mrs. P, she is the cutest pregnant woman ever." One of the girls nods.
"Thank you." I blush. "You all are students of Brit's, I mean Mrs. P's?"
They all nod and smile. "She's only the best teacher ever." The other boy states.
Brittany blushes. "Flattery won't get you all A's." She then laughs out.
"They'll help right?" The second girl laughs.
Brittany shakes her head. "How is your weekend?"
"So far, so good." The first girl smiles. "Well, see you tomorrow Mrs. P." She adds as they wave to us and leave the shop.
"Damn, she's a MILF, I would hit that." One of the boys states as he walks out.
I cringe a little at the statement, but then remember teenage hormones and laugh as Brittany kisses me on the cheek before she orders our ice cream. "Told you, you were a MILF." She whispers in my ear after handing the cashier her credit card.