A/N: Edit 10/17

At the time that I wrote and shared this I was completely unaware of Liam Payne's tragic passing. Liam was actually my favourite member back in the day around 2012-2015 when I followed 1D. He was the best vocalist imo, just a really handsome and talented guy. I haven't been into 1D for many years now or followed their personal lives much but I am so sad to hear about Liam. For millennials who grew up with this band, it must be hitting everyone hard to imagine he died so young. For several days before I wrote this, I had been trying to come up with a good name for one of the triplets and I kept hearing the name "Liam" for some reason in my head, though I didn't even think of 1D at the time and that's quite eerie. I can imagine one of Brittana's sons might be a powerful singer with the charisma Liam had at the height of 1D. I am so sorry for the loss. RIP. I'm still trying to process this all

Brittany was feeling particularly moody as soon as she woke up one spring day, even though it was so sunny and pleasant outside. As far as pregnancy days went, this was one of her toughest ones.

Santana was with her most of the time now because she had quit her job to be with her hugely pregnant fiancée who was on bedrest. Usually Brittany was calm and peaceful. Her days were filled with resting and wondering how her babies with Santana might look with their combination of striking but opposite features. On the bright side, at least she got to wear pajamas all day.

Brittany still wanted to have sex a lot but these days the only positions that felt comfortable were lying on her back or her side while Santana spooned her from behind and touched her. Their intimacy brought a feeling of calm to her.

Somehow, everything was getting on Brittany's nerves that day. Even her fiancée was making her frustrated even though she usually never did and Brittany didn't feel very sexy at the moment. Not to mention, her ankles were really hurting.

"Ouch, Babies," Brittany winced through a smile at a series of sharp kicks and rubbed her stomach. "I love feeling you guys move but Mommy's really tired right now. Santana, I think they're having a hardcore party in here."

Santana just grinned and came over to kiss her bump like she always did every morning. She took another video of them moving.

Brittany had felt one of them somersaulting and another hiccupping the night before, as they did so often these days. Santana had been fascinated with the way they could now clearly see the babies moving from the outside as well and man, were they ever active, especially in the third trimester.

Santana couldn't stop staring at Brittany's belly sometimes, watching all of the bulging and waves of movement. At first, Brittany assumed that Triplet A, who was on her right side was the one doing the most kicking but then Brittany's doctor explained that the positions of the triplets were likely to change further along in the pregnancy when they ran out of room, so Brittany might not be able to tell who was on which side anymore.

Brittany was aching all over and feeling shortness of breath all the time. She was so tired she could barely get out of bed and she didn't want to eat much anymore. Not anything resembling a proper meal, at least.

Santana was really confused by all of the mood swings. One minute, her lover would be calm, the next minute she'd be having an angry or nervous freakout and then she'd dissolve into tears. Brittany had never bitten her head off before until today.

"No! This is terrible!" Santana walked in on Brittany sobbing on the floor of the kitchen and instantly began to panic.

"What happened? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Santana, all of my Cheetos are gone. I ate all of them and now they're none left at all!" Brittany started to genuinely cry over this as Santana came up to her totally bewildered. She had seen Brittany being really passionate about her snacks but never to the point of crying. "They're all gone because of me!"

"Aw, I'm so sorry. Baby, I can go get you some more from the store really quickly." Santana suggested quietly, not knowing what else to say.

She came back from the store maybe fifteen minutes later making sure she had at least two sets of all of Brittany's favourite snacks with her. Brittany threw her arms around her and acted as if she hadn't seen her in two years.

"I missed you so much. You're so good to me and I'm such a mess! Suppose I'm a terrible mom and I'm not good enough for our babies and then you get tired of me for being stupid and you run away." Brittany sobbed, her voice all high and panicky.

"Whoa, whoa, Britt, calm down, Princess. You are a wonderful mom. You know I could never leave you."

"You're just saying that but I know you think my butt is too big!"

"Your butt?" Santana was dumbfounded. "Your butt is perfectly sized and sexy as all hell." Santana grabbed it with both hands and squeezed it to show her what she meant.

That turned out to be a bad idea. Brittany was like a ferocious wild cat in heat. Flirting with her at the moment was like playing Russian roulette.

"Santana, no!" She growled, at least as much as Brittany was capable of growling, and smacked her hands away as her blue eyes flashed dangerously. "Not everything is about sex!"

That was a first for them.

"Britt-Britt?" Santana pouted, watching her dejectedly. Santana was totally confused. She tried to give Brittany big, innocent, brown kitten eyes but even that didn't work.

"You and your stupid, cute dimples!"

Santana blinked several times, disoriented. Brittany walked off in a huff. Brittany had never acted this way with her before except when she was severely PMSing. Brittany was almost always so soft and sweet with her. It was giving Santana whiplash. Though she had to admit, Brittany was adorable even when she was angry.

"Oh, okay, I guess I'll sleep on the couch tonight. Or in the cat house. I'll just um, show myself out." Santana told her in a small voice with a sheepish expression, not sure of the right thing to say.

Exactly five minutes later Brittany showed up to the couch by Santana's side whimpering and wiping tears from her eyes while keeping her hand cupped over her bump. These hormones really were something else. She snuggled up to Santana's side and had a fresh wave of tears. Santana just took her into her arms and rubbed her back until her breathing calmed down and she stopped crying.

"I'm so sorry, Santana, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it at all. I love you so much. I don't know why I pushed you away. I can't even be mad at you when you're all warm, cuddly teddy bear cat."

"I know, I know, mi cariña. That's okay. I'm just not accustomed to you being moody. Usually that's my job. Come here. I'll show you just how much I love that ass." Santana purred.

"Okay." Brittany whimpered, guiding Santana's hands to her body. She sighed in relief when Santana began to feel her up and kiss her neck.

"Is sex allowed again?" Santana joked.

Brittany rolled her eyes with a very high level of sass and set her lips into a cute frown. She immediately sat up and crossed her arms over her chest, blocking her bare breasts from view. She pushed Santana's shoulder and turned her blue eyes on her sharply when she tried to grab her waist again.

Santana watched in dismay as Brittany pulled her shirt back on with force and gave her the silent treatment when Santana tried to cuddle.

"What? Britt, I was just kidding with you. I thought you wanted me to touch you. A second ago you were all over me."

"Maybe I changed my mind."

"Britt, that's fine but let's talk it out. I know you're bothered about something. Don't you want me to kiss you?"

"I don't know anymore right now," She sniffed, annoyed though there was no reason to be and even irritated at herself for being so annoyed. She was even irritated with herself for being all exasperated with Santana. She wanted to be calm and relaxed but she felt uncomfortable. "I don't know about anything anymore."

"Does this help you make up your mind?" Santana's arms circled her waist and she tugged her close, capturing her mouth with hers and sucking her upper lip. Santana cupped her cheek, kissing her so well that Brittany finally forgot about all of the things that were bothering her. She couldn't help but give in to Santana's soft, plump lips and soothing touches as their kiss became more heated.

"Mm, stop... No, don't stop." Brittany groaned, hearing Santana's sultry laugh as she knew Brittany couldn't resist her.

Her tension was finally started to unravel a little as Santana kissed her deeply and stroked her hair. Brittany couldn't really bring herself to argue when Santana's tongue was in her mouth and she was massaging her back.

Brittany inhaled sharply and started to tear up again when they pulled apart. She squirmed away, not even wanting to be embraced. That wasn't a typical reaction at all from her and Santana was concerned. A second ago Brittany seemed really turned on.

"What happened, Babe? Are you hurting? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"You didn't hurt me, Baby. This is so embarrassing. I'm so pathetic. I just wet myself."

Santana knew Brittany was constantly rushing to the bathroom to pee these days more than ever because she couldn't help it.

"That's not usually the reaction my kisses get. At least not that kind of wetness," She joked lightly but then saw how upset Brittany was and softened her voice. "Even if you did, you are not pathetic at all, you have all that pressure on your bladder from the babies, Sweetie, it's totally understandable," Even as she said this Santana had a sixth sense that something about this was not typical. "Let me look."

"Santana, no I don't want you to look. I couldn't stop it like I usually can. I'm embarrassed, I feel gross." Brittany's voice was high-pitched and screechy, unlike her usual tone.

Both of them had seen each other in their share of embarrassing situations over the years. Neither of them had ever judged each other for it or made each other feel self-conscious but Brittany was particularly sensitive at the moment and Santana knew that.

The blonde's face was flushed bright red and her eyes were squeezed shut. Brittany liked to be dainty, ladylike, and delicate, so she didn't want Santana to see her like this. Santana tried to calm her down and cupped her cheek. Brittany was getting worked up over nothing.

"Shh, Baby, it's okay. Honey, you don't have to be ashamed. It's only me. You're not gross at all. I would never not see you as beautiful."

Brittany finally let her look. Santana saw that the odourless liquid on Brittany's pajama pants wasn't anything at all like urine. It was everything amniotic fluid was described as being. It all made sense now. Her heart started to beat really fast as her eyebrows jumped to her hairline.

"Britt, everything is okay. You didn't pee. I-I'm pretty sure your water just broke." Santana tried to keep her voice as calm and even as possible even though she was freaking out internally. She didn't want to make Brittany panic even more.

"Oh. Oh."

"It's alright. The babies are coming. I got you. We're going to do this."

"I don't know if I can do this. I'm really scared," Brittany whimpered, her voice coming out high and nervous as her breaths quickened. Santana took her hand and interlaced their fingers, holding it tightly. Brittany placed her other palm on her stomach. "Babies, I love you so much. I want to be a good mommy for you all."

"Shh, deep breaths, okay? You are an amazing mommy and you're so brave. We've come this far. We'll do it together. I'll be there with you the whole time."

"Can you call my mom and dad?"

"Of course I will. Let's get you to the car."

Everything after that was a rush of emotion and it happened a lot faster than either of them imagined it would. Their babies - three boys, just as Brittany and her mother predicted - were born on April 1st, in Brittany's thirty-third week. Brittany jokingly called them her little April Fools.

Their moms named them Leo, Lucas, and Liam, all with Lopez as their last name. Brittany had chosen their names but Santana really approved of them. Their triplets were fraternal so they were each going to look different as they grew up, just like normal brothers would. Santana and Brittany were excited to find out how their genes might show up in unique ways in each child but their babies were incredibly small and frail at the moment. It was really too soon to tell, though they did look like Santana already.

Brittany couldn't stop saying how much they already reminded her of newborn Santana in the pictures Maribel had shown her. She cried softly when Santana placed Leo in her arms for the first time in his baby blue blanket, holding Lucas and Liam in hers.

She alternated with Brittany, giving her the chance to hold each of the newborns. Even though their blonde mother was so weak still when she woke up from surgery, she couldn't resist holding her babies.

Santana wiped a tear away from her eye as she watched Brittany gazing lovingly at Leo. Santana was amazed at how magic had helped them conceive these children together, who they could clearly see were their babies in every sense.

"So tiny. Santana, they're beautiful. They're really our babies, look at them." She choked out, crying softly. They looked like the babies in the dreams she had been having for so long. They were exactly how she imagined her babies would look.

"They're beautiful just like their mother. Thank you." Santana leaned in to kiss her cheek gently and stroke her hair. Santana knew she wasn't going to be able to stop crying for the rest of the day. She was on cloud nine whenever she thought about Brittany and their newborns.

"They look like you." Brittany sighed, happily, stroking Liam's soft head. Each of them had fine strands of dark hair on his head and blue-gray birthmarks on their butt and back that were just like the ones Santana had been born with.

They were loud, just like Maribel said Santana had been but quietened down when Brittany held them. Each baby had the Lopez dimples. Santana and Brittany had read that the skin to skin contact would be good for both mother and babies so Brittany was trying to hold them as much as possible when she could.

Brittany's C-section was scheduled at around thirty-six weeks but Brittany had gone into labour earlier than planned and the babies had to be delivered as soon as she arrived at the hospital. Santana held Brittany's hand for as long as she could.

Their triplets were born weighing just over three pounds each, which was a low birth weight. The operating room was full as each baby had his own care team. They needed to stay in the NICU for quite a while until it would be safe for their moms to take them home.

Santana was just so grateful that neither Brittany nor the babies had any complications, despite how tiny they were. They had three healthy triplets. Santana's father, who was a doctor, had done a DNA test on the newborns and discovered that just as Santana told him, miraculously the babies had a combination of both Brittany and Santana's genes.

They were so relieved when they finally took the boys home. Luckily, Brittany's parents were also around to help out with the household chores. The new parents were too exhausted to even figure out how to get all the laundry and dishes done while taking care of their triplets.

Brittany decided to do a newborn photoshoot despite how tired she was. She wanted to have another way to preserve the precious memories of the babies when they were so tiny.

The boys' crib had to be divided into three parts with breathable meshing. The boys simply could not go one night without chatting or crying for each other. Neither Santana nor Brittany had expected that triplets would be so clingy with each other. Putting them in the same crib was helpful when they were fussy.

Santana felt guilty that the Pierces' house was so full of diapers, wipes, and other baby supplies at the moment. Although their sons weren't exactly taking up a lot of room at the moment, Santana knew they eventually would.

They had been warned that the newborn phase would be the most difficult. It was a rollercoaster ride. The nights were brutal. Both of them were up at least twenty-five times at night but it felt like a million. Managing the feeds was the most challenging part. Brittany also worried about how they'd find time to bond with each of them individually but she didn't have much time to think about anything because they were so busy.

The triplets found it difficult to breastfeed because they were premature and got tired so easily. They couldn't coordinate the sucking and breathing very well. Santana had no idea breastfeeding would be so complicated and it was difficult to figure out how to get them all fed.

They were too small to bottle prop or even to hold and feed so Brittany had to feed them in succession. Brittany had to feed two of them, followed by the third one by himself and the poor third baby would scream while his nursing siblings were happily oblivious until luckily Santana was able to bottle feed him just in time.

Bath time was completely chaotic and neither of the new parents could even attempt to handle that on their own. Brittany found it helpful to get into the bathtub with each one of them individually and then hand the clean baby to Santana to get him dressed. Usually Brittany was on diaper duty because Santana was still struggling in that area.

Santana and Brittany lived on caffeine and chocolate at this time just to keep them sane, although Brittany had to limit how much coffee she drank. Brittany had never been much of a coffee person before but she felt she needed the extra caffeine kick at the moment.

Getting the babies to sleep through the night wasn't an easy feat and it didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. They tried to rest whenever they could during the day and they now had a well-coordinated routine for soothing the three babies.

When it came to shopping, it was also a big change in routine. They had to remind themselves to get three of everything. Brittany thought that part of it was fun.

"I'm so glad you're here with me," Brittany sighed wearily, plopping down onto her side of the bed. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Santana winced at the very thought of Brittany as a single mother being alone taking care of three newborns. Sure, she'd have her parents but having Santana around definitely made a world of difference.

"I'll take care of them for now, Britt. You get some sleep." Santana kissed her lips sweetly and reassuringly, getting up when they heard two of the boys cry late one night. It was the third time they had woken them up that night. She could see how exhausted the blonde was. Brittany was beyond grateful.

Even though she was so drained, Brittany felt blissful in a way she had never experienced before in her life. Santana and their children were everything she had ever dreamed of them being.