After searching for any pharmacies, Brett managed to find a CVS that was still open at midnight. He took Santana's hand, guiding her through the aisles until they found what they sought. Trying to add some humor to the moment, he pointed out the irony of condoms being next to pregnancy tests.
They both picked up different boxes, reading them intently. "Why are these tests so expensive?" Brett commented, squinting at the price tag. Santana looked at him, a mix of anxiety and amusement in her eyes. "Which one is the best test?" she asked, clearly looking for support. Brett shrugged, picking up a box for a sperm fertility test and joking, "Well, I definitely don't need this one." Santana gave him a small smile but then grew serious. "You've had two babies, Brett. You should know what to do." He sighed, putting the box back on the shelf. "Oliver, we found out at the hospital. With James, she told me a few weeks after she found out."
Santana nodded, biting her lip. "Maybe we should get like three different ones," she suggested, her voice shaky "and a huge bottle of water." Brett nodded in agreement. "Shall I get some condoms just in case?" he asked jokingly. Santana rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile. "It might be too late for those now" she replied, her voice softening.
They picked out three different brands of pregnancy tests and grabbed a large bottle of water. Brett paid at the counter while Santana stood by his side, her fingers anxiously tapping against her thigh. They walked back to the car in silence, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on them.
Once they got back to Santana's apartment, Brett filled a glass with water and handed it to her. "Here you go," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "Drink up." Santana took the glass, her hands trembling slightly. She drank the water slowly, her eyes darting around the room as if trying to find something to anchor her thoughts.
After what felt like an eternity, Santana finally stood up, taking the tests with her to the bathroom. Brett followed behind her, his nervous energy visible. "Can I come?" he asked hesitantly. "You want to watch me pee?" Santana asked, a small smile playing on her lips despite her anxiety. "It's all I've ever wanted," Brett joked, trying to lighten the mood. He helped her open the three boxes and they started reading the instructions.
"Maybe you should pee in a cup" Brett suggested, trying to sound practical. "I'll go get you a cup." He returned with a small plastic cup, handing it to her. Santana took it, looking at him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "This is so weird," she said.
Brett was staring at her with a blank expression, the seriousness of the situation weighing on him. "I can't pee with you staring at me like that," Santana said, a hint of a smile returning. "Sorry," he replied, turning to face the sink. "I'm just nervous."
"Are you going?" he asked after a moment turning around to look at her "Yes" she replied, laughing "Brett, stop watching me pee in a cup!" He laughed and turned away, giving her some slight privacy. Once she was done, she handed him the cup, and he took it carefully. "Let's get started," he said, focusing on the task at hand. They grabbed the three different tests and dipped them into the cup, following the instructions meticulously.
Brett sat down on the floor against the sink beside her, taking her hand in his. "It's going to be okay," he said softly. "No matter what the tests say, we'll figure this all out together." Santana looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and gratitude. "I know" she whispered. He smiled at her, trying to convey all the love and support he felt in that moment. "I love you," he told her, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. "I love you too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
They sat there, waiting for the results, the seconds ticking by painfully slow. Brett kept a firm grip on Santana's hand, trying to provide as much comfort as he could. They both knew that their lives could change in an instant until Brett's iPhone rang out, letting them know the time was up and the tests were ready. He stood up, pulling Santana into a hug, and giving her a deep kiss before pulling back and looking into her eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asked. She shook her head no, her expression a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He smiled at her. "Let's look" he softly told her, turning to face the tests. His heart beat loudly in his ears, his breath catching for a second as he scanned all three tests. He took a deep breath, turning back to Santana, who still hadn't looked.
Brett looked her in the eyes, his voice tender and filled with emotion. "We're having a baby" he softly told her, pulling her into a kiss. Santana pulled back, then looked at the tests herself. Brett put his hand on her stomach, repeating, "You're pregnant"
"You're having my baby," he said louder, his voice filled with joy and wonder as he pulled Santana into a tight hug before pulling back and kissing her again, smiling. Santana's eyes filled with tears, her emotions a whirlwind of shock, fear, and happiness. "I can't believe it" she whispered, her hands resting on her stomach on top of Brett's. He chuckled softly, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Neither can I," he admitted. "But it's real. We're having a baby."
Brett pulled her into a hug before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked, unsure. Santana nodded slowly before smiling. "I'm pregnant" she said out loud for the first time, and Brett smiled back before lifting her up and spinning her around in excitement. "We've got this, Santana," he told her, "We've got this" as he put her down, pulling her into a kiss. "I'm so happy" he told her, and she kissed him again. "Me too" she replied, which relieved Brett.
After some time of them both studying the tests, Brett and Santana got into her bed as he pulled her on top of him, cuddling. He admitted, "This is the first time I've actually felt excited to have a baby. The first time was a shock as I barely knew Emily; we were just casual at that time. And the second, well, you know how that started and ended. But this, this feels so right." Santana told him, "I had assumed you and Emily were college sweethearts." He laughed, "No, definitely not"
"This does feel right, doesn't it?" she said as he nodded. "I'm not freaking out," she told him. "I feel at peace. I just needed to find out and not be so paranoid." "Is that why you freaked out on me over the house?" Brett asked as she nodded. "You should have told me, Santana" he said. She quickly replied, "And you should have told me you were buying us a house" with arched eyebrows. "Touche" he replied. "Will you move in with me?" he asked again. "I'll think about it" she told him as she turned over to go to sleep.
The next morning, Brett woke up before Santana, watching her sleep peacefully beside him. He checked the time and sighed, knowing he needed to head home, get the boys ready for school, and then go to work. As quietly as he could, he slipped out of bed and got dressed. Before leaving, he kissed the top of Santana's head and sent her a text: "Had to head home, but I'll see you tonight. Dinner at mine?"
Brett pulled up to his new house, quietly closing the door behind him as he went inside to get ready for work. In the kitchen, his mom was already busy cooking breakfast. "Where've you been?" she asked, glancing at him with a knowing smile. "At Santana's" he replied, his own smile widening as he headed upstairs to wake James and Oliver.
With their morning routine done and the boys sitting at the table, eating their bacon and eggs, Brett felt a sense of normalcy settling back into his life. "Did everything go well with Santana?" Whitney asked, he nodded smiling. "We're good, Mom. Really good." Whitney rubbed his back reassuringly. "I knew you'd be fine. Remember what I told you, don't rush things just take your time and let things unfold naturally." Brett took a moment to appreciate his mother's wisdom.
Throughout the day, Brett found it hard to concentrate. His mind kept drifting back to Santana and the baby. He felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety, but the thought of starting a family with her brought a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in a long time. He texted her during his breaks, just to check in and let her know he was thinking about her.
As the workday came to an end, Brett felt a renewed energy. He left the office and headed straight home, the anticipation of the evening ahead fueling his excitement. Tonight was special, his mom was making dinner for everyone, and Santana was coming over. He was excited yet nervous, remembering how their last encounter in this house had ended on a tense note.
When Brett arrived home, the aroma of a home-cooked meal filled the air, a comforting reminder of his mother's culinary skills. He dropped his keys on the kitchen island and took a seat, watching his mom bustle around the kitchen. He kept glancing at the door, his nerves apparent as he drummed his fingers on the countertop.
Stephen walked in and noticed his son's anxious demeanor. "Stop thinking so loudly" Stephen said with a chuckle. "You look nervous." Brett smiled, his tension easing slightly. As if on cue, he saw Santana's car pull into the driveway. His heart leaped, and he rushed to the door, opening it just as she was about to knock. "Hey," he said, taking her overnight baag from her shoulder and leaning in for a kiss. "Hey" Santana replied, smiling.
After she caught up with Whitney in the kitchen, Santana joined Brett and the boys on the sofa. She cuddled into Brett, her head resting on his shoulder, as the boys animatedly talked about their day. Oliver showed off a drawing he had made at school, and James proudly recounted a goal he scored during recess soccer. Brett listened, his arm wrapped around Santana, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over him.
Whitney finished up dinner, calling everyone to the table. The meal was a delicious spread of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and freshly baked bread. The family gathered around, the atmosphere warm and welcoming. Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of silverware. Whitney turned to Santana with a warm smile. "How are you feeling, Santana?" she asked, her tone gentle and caring.
Santana smiled back, feeling genuinely at ease for the first time in days. "I'm feeling much better now that I'm over my freakout" she replied, glancing at Brett who was sitting beside her. Brett grabbed her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Whitney chuckled. "It's okay to freak out sometimes" she said, her eyes twinkling. "I probably would have divorced Stephen if he bought a new house without telling me." The whole table erupted in laughter as Stephen raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning sheepishly.
After dinner, the family moved to the living room. Oliver, who had been relatively quiet during the meal, suddenly became very clingy to Santana. He snuggled up to her on the couch, not allowing Brett to come near her. "My mama" he muttered in annoyance whenever Brett tried to approach.
Brett chuckled, feeling a pang of jealousy mixed with amusement. "Looks like I've got some competition," he said, ruffling Oliver's hair. Santana laughed, wrapping her arms around Oliver. "It's okay, Ollie. There's enough of me to go around."
Oliver eventually fell asleep in Santana's arms, his little face peaceful and content. Brett leaned over and kissed Oliver's forehead. "He's had a long day" he whispered, carefully taking the boy from Santana's arms and carrying him upstairs to his bed.
When Brett returned, he found Santana in the kitchen with Whitney, chatting and laughing as they cleaned up. He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene. It felt right, like the pieces of a puzzle finally coming together as he made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and subtly placing his hands on her stomach. He kissed her shoulder gently, and she turned in his arms to hug him back.
Whitney and Stephen soon finished tidying up and announced they were heading to bed. "Goodnight, you two" Whitney said with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Goodnight" Brett and Santana replied in unison, watching as his parents retreated up the stairs.
With the house quieting down, Brett and Santana settled on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting shadows around the room. They cuddled together, Santana playing with Brett's hair absently, her fingers weaving through the strands in a soothing rhythm. As they watched TV, Santana broke the comfortable silence. "I have an OB-GYN appointment tomorrow," she said, her tone casual but with an underlying hint of nervousness.
Brett looked at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "What time?" he asked, genuinely interested. "3 pm" she replied, meeting his gaze. "Ok, I'll meet you there," he said without hesitation, his hand stroking her leg reassuringly.
Santana looked surprised. "You want to come?" she asked, her eyes searching his for sincerity. "Yeah, of course I do" Brett laughed softly, his heart swelling with love and commitment. "We might get to see the blob, I mean, baby," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. Santana laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "I love you" she said, her laughter fading into a tender smile. Brett leaned over and kissed her, "I love you too," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with emotion.
He deepened the kiss, reveling in the taste and feel of her on his tongue as their bodies pressed together. Santana's hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, her nails lightly scratching the back of his neck as she moaned softly into his mouth.
They broke apart for air, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath as Brett looked deep into her eyes. "I've missed you so much," he whispered, his voice filled with longing before their kisses became more urgent as Brett's hands slid under Santana's shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back as they continued to explore each other's mouths. He couldn't believe how much he had missed this feeling – being close to her, touching her in all the right places "Let's go upstairs" he whispered between kisses.
They made their way to Brett's bedroom as he picked her up and carried her effortlessly to the bed before he gently laid her down on the soft sheets. With a sly smile, he pulled back and slowly began to remove his shirt as Santana eagerly watched, anticipation building in her core before she reached for him, helping to remove his sweatpants, her fingers lingering on his skin as she trailed them down his legs before he eagerly pulled off her shirt and jeans, tossing them over his shoulder
He let out a low growl as he took in the sight of her, clad only in her lacy bra and panties. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over her as he leaned down to kiss her again. Their kisses were more heated now as Brett's hands roamed over Santana's body, gently caressing every inch of skin before he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. His breath caught as he took in the sight of her bare breasts in his hands.
He lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before moving on to the other one. Santana moaned softly, arching into him as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Brett moved lower down her body, kissing and nipping at every inch of skin on his way to the apex of Santana's thighs.
Her scent was intoxicating and he couldn't wait any longer to taste her as he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them off before tossing them aside. He spread Santana's legs open wider, settling himself between them as he leaned down to kiss along her inner thighs.
Santana was trembling with anticipation as Brett got closer and closer to where she wanted him most. She let out a loud moan when his lips finally touched that sensitive spot between her legs, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Brett's mouth continued its teasing and exploration, causing Santana to writhe beneath him. He flicked his tongue against her clit before pulling back, shedding his boxers in the process "Please" she begged pulling Brett up for another passionate kiss as she reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. Brett couldn't take it anymore, his chest heaved as he pressed himself against her slowly easing into her, both of them letting out moans of pleasure.
Santana gasped and arched her back, wrapping her legs tightly around him, pulling him closer as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their moans and gasps filling the room.
Brett's hand reached for Santana's as he laced their fingers together above her head, their grip becoming tighter and tighter as his movements became more intense as they kissed hungrily, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as Brett's hand released Santana's to trail down her body, caressing every curve and dip before settling between them to rub against her clit.
"Brett" she cried out as pleasure radiated through her body as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, her muscles tensed and released, gripping him tightly as she finally reached her climax, her whole body trembling with release. As he felt her walls convulse around him, he too could feel himself getting close to the brink. With each thrust, his own excitement built until it was almost unbearable. Brett leaned down to capture Santana's lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he reached his peak and spilled inside of her.
Breathless and spent, Brett collapsed onto the bed next to Santana, their chests heaved in sync as they gasped for air. With a contented sigh, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her small frame, feeling her soft skin against his own as they lay there in silence. Eventually, Brett stirred gently untangled himself from her embrace, and grabbed a warm towel from his bathroom to help her clean up, his touch gentle and caring.
Once they were both cleaned up and back in bed, Brett pulled Santana close once again, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he pressed soft kisses to her forehead "I love you," Santana whispered "I love you too," he murmured back before pulling her into a tight embrace.