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Warning - NSFW

Happy new year, folks!


13. SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE PAST AND THE PRESENT

Santana is pregnant!

You can finally say it proudly. Santana is pregnant and you are on cloud nine.

It's been a rough year. It has taken a million tests and a very early miscarriage to get where you are now, but you finally made it. Santana made it through the first trimester of pregnancy without any inconvenience and now, by the middle of the fourth month, she's starting to show.

Everything started a cold winter evening when you were watching a movie cuddled together and suddenly you both decided you wanted to have a child. Yes, like that. Well, that's how you have taken most of the important decisions of your life together after all. Santana offered to carry the first baby, but you wanted your egg to be part of it, so you offered to donate it to her. Turns out she was having none of that because she wanted her genes there too.

It took months of research until you found a very new scientific study that seemed to fit you. You read a lot about that, they were trying to combine DNA from two different eggs with the DNA from a spermatozoa and make it viable. They had had a pretty decent success rate, but they were just in the beginning of their human testings, so nothing could be guaranteed. Santana wasn't sure, she wanted a baby so bad that she was about to give up the whole idea and just let you have your way and take you egg, she'd donate the second one; but you contacted the people doing the study. You told them your story, you even let some tiny bits of Santana's past slide in the conversation in hopes that it would soften their hearts. Turns out they were thrilled. Till that moment, they had only had volunteer women and men who didn't know each other, nor would carry the baby to see if it was compatible with life.

It took a little longer to convince Santana, though, but she relented.

Fast forwards till today. Have I already said Santana is pregnant?

You walk towards your room looking for your phone, you are more than ready to tell all your friends the good news, when you find Santana wearing a pair of your panties, your favourite ones, red with a teddy bear on the front, and a red bra looking at herself on the mirror. You walk slowly behind her and wrap your hands around her, resting them over her slightly swollen belly.

"God, you are so sexy..." You mutter huskily in her ear, pressing your front against her back.

"I feel all bloated and disgusting..." She muses, her eyes still fixated on her early pregnancy signs, but you can hear the arousal raising in the back of her throat.

One good thing about Santana being pregnant? She has an endless sex drive. Not that she was lacking of it before or anything but right now, you feel in heaven. You will never admit it out loud, but some days it's even a little too much for you to handle, but if she wants to be fucked 24/7, you are not going to be the one to deny her any of her needs.

"I think you are the hottest woman I've ever seen..." You say softly, locking your eyes with hers through the mirror as you move your hands downwards sensually, clawing with your nails the top of her thighs.

She lets out a soft moan as she presses her ass back into your crotch, making you shiver and whimper in her ear.

Slowly you start kissing the length of her neck, first softly, then more viciously, biting all the spots you know will drive her crazy, and sucking on her pulse point, not taking your eyes away from hers. You can see her eyelids trying to close in pleasure, but Santana is fighting hard to keep her eyes open, you know how much she enjoys this position in particular, or any other that involves a mirror, for that matter.

Her hands move up caressing her own body, making you groan in need, until they wrap around your neck, and before you know it, she's turning around and kissing you with a feral hunger that you almost can't keep up with. She's pushing you towards the bed as she tries to get you out of your clothes. It feels like she has 8 hands, and you are pretty much enjoying it. Soon you are completely naked, lying on your bed looking at her as she saunters towards you, her eyes raking all over your body, as she undoes her bra and throws it aside.

You feel like you are about to die. You love Santana for everything that she is, but there's no denying that her perfect body is one of the features you enjoy the most. When she straddles you, you clasp her ass with your hands possessively, but when you try to take her (your) panties off, she shakes her head sensually and leans into your ear.

"I want you to fuck me with them on..." She husks into your ear making you gulp audibly. "I want to cum in them and then I want you to save them under your pillow until I give you permission to wash them."

You almost come here and now. You have always been more of a dirty talker than Santana tends to be, but you have to admit that it drives you absolutely crazy when she lets that tongue loose.

Without wasting any other second you pull yourself up into a sitting position and kiss her fiercely, dipping your tongue into her mouth kind of filthily, but you know Santana loves it. At the same time, your right hand moves under her underwear and you brush your fingers over her moist lips teasingly. You can feel her tremble in anticipation between your arms.

"Mhmm...you are so wet already..." You husk against her lips, and she bites your lip hard, almost drawing blood. It only spurs you further though.

"Stop teasing me, babe..." She asks desperately, her hips grinding into you and as she looks for more friction, and she throws her head back, letting out a guttural moan as your fingertips brush her clit.

You take advantage of the position and run your tongue down the slope of her throat as you push two of your fingers inside of her, a throaty groan leaving her lips.

Soon, she's riding your fingers like there's no tomorrow and you take a couple seconds to simply enjoy the view of her body rolling deliciously on top of yours. She always looks beautiful, but right now, slightly sweaty and so raw...nothing can top that. Both your moans are filling the room and you can feel she's getting close. So are you, even if she hasn't even touched you, apart from clawing your back. You are sure you will be all scratched tomorrow, but right now you don't give a single fuck.

The moment she least expects it, you curl your fingers inside her, finding the exact point that will make her fall over the edge. Her body stops moving, her eyes fly wide open in surprise, and her mouth falls open but not a sound leaves her lips. It lasts exactly one and a half second before all tension leaves her body and she writhes wildly on top of you, her arms holding on to you for dear life, and your name escapes her lips. You keep moving your fingers softly inside her to help her ride her climax and bring her down.

Once her body stops shaking she kisses you sweetly.

"Lay back, my love. I'm going to make it up to you." She says softly, but you don'd budge.

"Don't worry about that now." You say as you pull your fingers out of her underwear and bring them up to your mouth to lick them clean. Of course, you make a show of it. "This is enough for now." You add with a wink, and you clearly see Santana's pupils blowing as she licks her lips deliciously.

"Still feeling bloated and disgusting?" You ask her before she pounces you again. You do have a lot of stamina, but you also need to do a lot of stuff today.

"You always make me feel like a goddess..." She says smiling, and you smile back at her, before kissing her chastely and tenderly.

"Well, you are a goddess, baby." You whisper softly and put one of your hands over her swollen belly again. "Can I tell our friends the good news?" You ask, and your demeanour has changed completely. Now you are looking and acting like a child on Christmas.

Santana chuckles shaking her head softly.

"Yes, yes you can." She says finally, and you holler like your team scored the winning goal of the match. Santana chuckles again.

This time you let yourself fall back on the bed, Santana is still straddling you half naked, may I say, and you pat blindly on your bedside table until you find your phone. When you find it, you open your text messages and send the same one to each one of your friends:

SANTANA IS PREGNANT!