After a whirlwind weekend, Santana and Brett found themselves transitioning from the euphoria of their wedding celebrations to a new, equally important chapter in their lives. They had one week before their honeymoon, a week Santana had successfully convinced Brett to dedicate to starting their journey toward expanding their family. This decision led them to their first appointment with a Reproductive Endocrinologist.
The waiting room was sterile and quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant celebration of their wedding just days before. Santana fidgeted with her wedding ring, the sparkle of the diamonds catching the light and momentarily distracting her from the nervous anticipation. Brett, ever the supportive partner, sat beside her, holding her hand and offering reassuring squeezes. He was outwardly calm, but his brow's slight furrow betrayed nervousness.
Time they seemed they stretch interminably as they waited. Every minute felt like an eternity. Finally, a nurse called their names, leading them down a long corridor to the examination room. It felt like they were walking into the world's longest appointment, and in a way, they were.
The Reproductive Endocrinologist, Dr. Amanda Greene, greeted them with a warm smile, her demeanor calm and reassuring. She started by explaining the process and what they could expect during the appointment. Santana and Brett nodded, absorbing the information as best they could amidst their swirling emotions.
The questions began, and they felt exhaustive. Dr. Greene asked about their family medical histories, diving deep into any genetic conditions or chronic illnesses that could potentially impact their future child. They discussed Santana's menstrual cycle in meticulous detail—cycle length, ovulatory patterns, and any irregularities.
"Any previous pregnancies?" Dr. Greene asked, her pen poised over the clipboard. Santana shook her head. "No, this is our first time trying."
Next came questions about their lifestyle. "Do either of you smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol regularly, or use any recreational drugs?" They both answered honestly. Brett admitted to enjoying an occasional beer, while Santana confessed to her love for wine, but both assured Dr. Greene that they were committed to making any necessary lifestyle changes.
Vital statistics were recorded: height, weight, and blood pressure. Then came the blood tests, the prick of the needle a small price to pay for the answers they sought. Dr. Greene then explained the next steps. "Santana, we'll start with a pelvic exam and a vaginal ultrasound to get a clear picture of your reproductive health. Brett, you'll be providing a sample for semen analysis. A nurse will take you to a private room."
Santana and Brett exchanged a quick, supportive glance. This was it—the start of their journey.
Santana was led to another room where the exam would take place. She changed into a gown and tried to relax on the examination table. Dr. Greene entered her calm presence a balm to Santana's nerves. The pelvic exam was thorough but quick, followed by the vaginal ultrasound. The cold gel and the probe were uncomfortable, but Santana focused on the bigger picture—this was a necessary step toward their dream of starting a family.
Meanwhile, Brett followed the nurse to a private room for his part in the process. The room was small but comfortable, with soft lighting and a chair. The nurse handed him a small container, explaining the process with clinical detachment. Brett nodded, trying to mask his awkwardness with a forced smile. Once the nurse left, he took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.
After what felt like an eternity, both Santana and Brett were done with their respective procedures. They reunited in Dr. Greene's office, holding hands as they waited for her to review the initial results.
Dr. Greene entered, taking a seat opposite them. "Thank you both for your patience. The initial exams went well. Santana, your ultrasound shows a normal ovarian reserve, and your pelvic exam was normal. Brett, we will have your semen analysis results in a few days, but there's no reason to be concerned at this point."
Santana and Brett exhaled collectively, the tension in their shoulders easing slightly.
"What's next?" Brett asked, his voice steady but curious. Dr. Greene smiled. "Next, we'll wait for the remaining test results. Based on those, we'll determine the best course of action. It could be as simple as timing your intercourse more precisely, or we might discuss fertility treatments if necessary."
The weight of the appointment lifted a bit, replaced by cautious optimism. Santana and Brett left Dr. Greene's office feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but they had taken the first step together. As they got to the car, Brett turned to Santana, curiosity evident in his eyes.
"How did the appointment go for you?" he asked, his voice gentle yet probing.
Santana shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "It was fine, no different from a usual OB-GYN check-up, really" she replied. Then, her eyes twinkling with mischief, she asked, "How was it for you?"
Brett's cheeks flushed slightly, a red tinge creeping up from his neck. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, I wasn't expecting to be... um, you know, nutting into a cup during our honeymoon period" he admitted, his embarrassment making Santana burst into laughter.
She leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek, her lips soft and reassuring. "Don't worry," she murmured against his skin. "We'll be on the beach in a few days, and we can forget all about this."
Brett let out a sarcastic "Yay" but his grin gave away his true feelings. Hand in hand, they made their way home, the car filled with a comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts.
Finally, the day arrived for Brett and Santana to leave for their honeymoon. Excitement buzzed in the air as they finished packing their bags, double-checking their essentials. Their flight from Miami to San Juan was filled with anticipation. They held hands during takeoff, sharing smiles and whispered conversations about their plans and the adventures awaiting them. As the plane soared over the Caribbean Sea, they enjoyed the view, the turquoise waters stretching endlessly beneath them.
Upon landing in Puerto Rico, they made their way through the bustling airport, their excitement growing with each step. They flagged down a taxi and told the driver to take them to the cruise port. The driver, a friendly local, struck up a conversation.
"First time in Puerto Rico?" he asked, glancing at them in the rearview mirror. "Yes," Santana replied, her voice tinged with excitement. "And it's also our first cruise."
The driver raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? I would have thought you'd been on a cruise before, coming here from Florida," he said, Brett chuckled, shaking his head. "I know, it's funny, right? Florida is one of the cruise capitals, but we've never actually been on one."
"Well, you're in for a treat," the driver said with a grin. "The cruise experience is something special. You'll love it."
As they approached the port, the grandeur of the Resilient Lady came into view. Santana's eyes widened in awe at the sight of the massive ship, gleaming under the Puerto Rican sun. "Wow," she breathed, taking in the sheer size and elegance of the vessel. Brett squeezed her hand, sharing her amazement. "It's incredible," he agreed.
"Welcome to Virgin Voyages!" a cheerful man greeted them as they stepped out of the taxi. He took their bags with a smile. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Pierce. Let me take care of these for you. You can proceed to check in."
They thanked him and made their way to the check-in area, the process smooth and efficient. As they moved through the line, they marveled at the sleek, modern design of the terminal, a hint of the luxury that awaited them on board. Once they had their room keys and all the necessary information, they walked up the gangway, stepping onto the ship for the first time.
The interior of the Resilient Lady was breathtaking. They were greeted by a vibrant and welcoming atmosphere, with elegant décor and friendly staff guiding them to their cabin. Santana couldn't help but take pictures of everything, from the intricate chandeliers to the stylish lounges they passed along the way.
Their cabin was a cozy haven with a balcony that offered stunning views of the ocean. They spent a few moments exploring the space, unpacking their bags, and settling in. Santana opened the balcony door, letting in the fresh sea breeze. "This is amazing," she said, turning to Brett with a wide smile.
Brett joined her on the balcony, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "It is," he agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "This is going to be an unforgettable trip."
They decided to explore the ship before it set sail. Wandering through the various decks, they discovered an array of amenities: multiple restaurants offering diverse cuisines, a luxurious spa, a fitness center, pools, and numerous bars and lounges. Each area was designed with meticulous attention to detail, ensuring that every moment on board would be filled with comfort and enjoyment.
Their first stop was the Pool deck. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Music played softly in the background, mingling with the sound of laughter and conversation from other passengers. Brett and Santana strolled around the deck, their hands intertwined, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. Brett spotted a bar and quickly fetched two cocktails while Santana found a pair of loungers with a perfect view of the ocean.
"Cheers," they said in unison, clinking their glasses together. Brett leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Santana's lips. "Happy honeymoon," he said, smiling warmly at her. Santana returned the smile, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Happy honeymoon," she echoed.
They relaxed in their loungers, sipping their drinks and enjoying the warmth of the sun. After chatting with a few fellow passengers and having another drink, they decided it was time to check out their cabin. They made their way through the ship's elegant corridors, finally arriving at their cabin door. Brett fumbled with the key card for a moment before opening the door and dragging their suitcases inside.
The cabin was a haven of luxury and comfort. The decor was modern yet cozy, with a king-sized bed taking center stage and a private balcony that offered breathtaking views of the ocean from their balcony.
Brett immediately launched himself onto the bed, his arms spread wide "Come here," he said, his voice playful as he held his arms out for Santana. She walked over with a smile, as Brett grabbed her thighs, pulling her down onto the bed with him. He wrapped her up in a warm hug, and they lay there for a moment, soaking in the comfort and intimacy of the space.
Santana looked around the cabin, admiring the thoughtful details and luxurious touches. Meanwhile, Brett started messing around with the in-room tablet that controlled various features of the cabin "What is 'Get It On'?" he asked out loud, laughing as he discovered the name of the mood-setting on the table as the lights changed color, casting a soft, romantic purple glow around the room. The curtains closed automatically, adding to the ambiance.
"We are so using this tonight," he told Santana with a smile. She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but laugh.
They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring their cabin and unpacking their bags. The excitement of their surroundings and the thrill of being on their honeymoon filled them with energy. They found the cabin's balcony to be a perfect spot for a quiet moment together. The view was stunning, with the endless expanse of the ocean stretching out before them, and they could feel the gentle sea breeze on their faces.
As the sun began to set, they decided to freshen up and head out for dinner. After grabbing some Pizza, they strolled around the ship, discovering various entertainment options and amenities. They watched a live show in the theater, laughed and danced at a comedy club, and even tried their luck at the casino. The ship was alive with energy, and they were swept up in the excitement of it all.
Later, they returned to their cabin, feeling a pleasant exhaustion from the day's activities. Brett, true to his word, used the tablet to set the mood lighting to 'Get It On.' The room was bathed in a soft, seductive light, and the curtains closed, creating a private and intimate space.
Santana laughed as Brett pulled her into a dance, the soft music from the tablet filling the room. They moved together, their bodies swaying in time with the music.
Brett's hand slowly trailed down Santana's back, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned into him, feeling his warmth and his breath on her neck before Brett pulled Santana in for a slow, sensual kiss.
"I can't believe how much I want you," Brett whispered huskily. "Same" Santana replied breathlessly.
Brett kissed her again, this time more urgently. His hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and pulling her even closer to him before he led her to the bed, gently laying her down. He kissed her again, this time with even more intensity. His hands moved over her body, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.
Brett broke away from the kiss and stood up at the edge of the bed. He began to remove his clothes, giving Santana a tantalizing view of his toned body before he climbed onto the bed, hovering over Santana trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone before reaching for the straps of her dress.
He pulled them down slowly, kissing each bit of exposed skin as he went. Soon, the dress pooled at Santana's waist, leaving her in only her panties. Santana moaned softly as Brett's mouth found its way to one of her breasts while his hand teased the other. Her body arched towards him in pleasure as he continued to kiss and bite on her now-sensitive nipples.
Feeling like she needed to catch up to Brett's level of undress, Santana reached for his boxer briefs and pushed them down.
Brett smirked and leaned down to kiss Santana again before moving down lower to trail kisses along her stomach. He stopped at the waistband of her panties and looked up at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. She nodded eagerly as he slowly removed her panties, leaving her completely naked underneath him. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as he took in the sight of her exposed body.
He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, making Santana gasp and arch her hips towards him. Slowly, he moved closer and closer to her core, teasingly kissing around it before finally bringing his tongue into contact with her clit.
Santana moaned loudly as he began to swirl his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands found their way into Brett's hair as he continued to lick and suck on her most sensitive spot.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax with each passing second, and she couldn't believe how amazing it felt. When she finally reached her peak, she cried out Brett's name as she rode out the intense orgasm.
Brett crawled back up to kiss Santana again, tasting herself on his lips. They both were panting and flushed with desire as they looked into each other's eyes.
"I want you," Santana said breathlessly, pulling him even closer to her. Brett didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between Santana's legs and slowly entered her, making both of them moan at the feeling.
Brett couldn't believe how amazing Santana still felt around him all these years later. Her body fit perfectly against his, and he could feel her walls clenching around him as he moved in and out.
Santana's hands were roaming all over his body, gripping onto his shoulders and back as she matched his movements. Their kisses were becoming more desperate and urgent, fueled by their building pleasure.
Each thrust sent them both closer to the edge, and before long, they were both crying out each other's names as they reached their climaxes together.
They collapsed on the bed in a tangled mess of limbs, trying to catch their breaths as he pulled Santana close to him and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
The next morning, Brett and Santana woke up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The gentle hues of pink and orange cast a soft glow over their cabin, creating an atmosphere of serene beauty. Santana stretched lazily, feeling the comfortable weight of Brett's arm draped over her waist. She smiled to herself, the events of the previous day playing in her mind like a beautiful dream.
Their breakfast arrived on the balcony, a perfect array of fresh fruits, pastries, and hot coffee. The fresh sea air and the stunning view of the endless ocean made it an idyllic start to their day. They sat close, savoring each bite and each other's company, the tranquility of the morning setting the tone for what would be a perfect day.
"We should spend today with just us," Brett said, his voice still husky from sleep. He reached out and took Santana's hand, squeezing it gently. "I like that idea," Santana replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
The day unfolded like a dream. They decided to stay in their cabin, reveling in the intimacy of being alone together. The room service staff brought them anything they desired, ensuring their seclusion was uninterrupted. They laughed, talked, and explored each other with the freedom that came from being newlyweds.
They even decided to make use of the hammock on the balcony, with Brett urging caution in whispered tones, "We have to be quiet" he said, glancing around as if expecting to be caught at any moment. "Someone might hear us."
The thrill of the forbidden only added to the excitement as the breeze from the balcony blew against Santana's bare skin, heightening her senses as sat naked in the hammock, her body aching for Brett's touch. His hands teased her entrance, causing Santana to moan in pleasure, her fingers clutching at the fabric of the hammock as Brett slowly entered her. The gentle swaying of the hammock only added to the pleasure as he moved inside of her.
She couldn't help but let out moans and gasps as she swung in the hammock until Brett pulled back slightly and captured her lips in a deep kiss, their tongues dancing together as he continued to move within her. It was a desperate attempt to keep herself quiet.
The hammock swayed as Brett's movements became more urgent, his hands clenching the sides of the fabric in a death grip as he rocked it back and forth. She could feel the tension building inside of her, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
With one final thrust, Santana's body exploded in ecstasy, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she reached her climax. She cried out Brett's name and he followed suit, letting out a guttural moan and pulling out, releasing onto her chest.
As their bodies calmed down with the sway of the hammock slowing down Brett finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "That was incredible."
"I can't believe we just did that," Santana whispered, breaking the silence between them. Brett chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "I know, it was pretty risky."
"But it was amazing," Santana said with a grin. "I've never felt anything like that before." He chuckled before leaning down to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
As the sun began to set, they finally decided to venture out for dinner. Hand in hand, they walked to The Wake, the ship's upscale steakhouse. The restaurant was elegantly designed, with dim lighting and plush seating that created an intimate ambiance. They were seated at a table by the window, offering a stunning view of the ocean as the sun dipped below the horizon.
The three-course meal was a culinary delight. They started with a delicate appetizer of seared scallops, followed by a perfectly cooked steak that melted in their mouths. For dessert, they shared a decadent chocolate lava cake, each bite sweeter than the last. Throughout the meal, Brett's hand remained on Santana's, his thumb gently stroking her skin.
"I can't believe how perfect this is," Santana said, looking at Brett with a mixture of love and awe. "It feels like a dream."
"It is perfect because I'm here" Brett replied with a smirk. "I love you," Santana said laughing, her heart full.
After dinner, they made their way to one of the ship's bars. The atmosphere was lively, with live music playing and other passengers enjoying the evening. Brett seemed unable to keep his hands off Santana, his lips constantly finding their way to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made her giggle. "I love you" he murmured into her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Santana shivered, feeling a rush of affection for her husband.
"I thought you would have had enough of me today," she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Never enough," Brett replied, pulling back to look at her. His eyes were filled with adoration. He gave her a quick kiss before turning to the bartender and asking for another round of drinks.
"Go easy," Santana said, a playful warning in her voice. "We have to be up early tomorrow. We arrive in Colombia first thing."
Brett grinned, nodding. "I promise I'll behave."
They spent the rest of the evening sipping on their drinks, enjoying the live music, and soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. Brett held Santana close, his arms wrapped around her waist as they swayed to the music. It felt as though they were the only two people in the world, their love creating a bubble of happiness around them.
"Today was amazing," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "It was" Santana agreed, resting her head on his shoulder.