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It’s no secret that Santana Lopez is completely whipped for one Brittany S. Pierce. One adorable little pout, and the self-proclaimed badass’ resolve would crumble. Which is why, when Brittany suggested that she be the one to carry their first child, it only took Santana three days to agree. Though---let’s be honest---her mind was made up by the end of the first.
They had been married for over five years---having just celebrated their anniversary in February--- living in a small Bushwick apartment just blocks away from the original loft. But with Santana’s recent promotion, they were able to rent a Brownstone in Williamsburg. It’s “cozy”, which really...is just Brittany-speak for tiny. But they were content as long as they were together.
Santana had finished Law School at NYU nearly a year ago, and her firm was only 20 minutes away, if she took the subway. She had planned to get a degree in the arts, something where she could hone her talent and passion for singing. But plans change, sometimes for the better. Santana couldn’t be happier with her current position. She had climbed up the career ladder---despite only being there for about six months---and could put the intimidation skills she cultivated throughout highschool to more positive use. Though everyone expected her to pursue entertainment law, she had actually found her calling in family law. It was exciting, but mentally toiling at times. One case she had received was an LGBT+ teen who was fighting to be emaciated from his family. They wanted to send him to conversion camp, and though they had never physically abused him, like countless other cases that Santana received, this one hit close to home. All of a sudden, she was the scared little girl again, terrified that her family wouldn’t love her for being her true self. She would come home, clinging to Brittany, who understood, and was always there to comfort her. His case was resolved quickly, Santana had worked tirelessly for nearly two months. The night of his court date, Santana had spent hours going over notes and criticizing herself. Brittany had done everything in her power to reassure her. And though she couldn’t attend the hearing, she was there the second Santana had burst through the door excitedly and announced that they had won.
Brittany was doing amazing as well. Pretty much the second they returned from their honeymoon, dance gigs had opened up for her. Talent Scouts had seen her performances on Mercedes’ “Park and Bark” mall tour, and wanted her to back up their clients. After working with Justin Timberlake and Katy Perry, she was invited on Taylor Swift’s Reputation Tour. Santana had been reluctant for her to leave, they hadn’t spent more than a week apart since they’d been wed. But at the same time, she didn’t want Brittany to miss out on such an amazing opportunity. Six months of touring had taken a toll on them, but Brittany put in the effort to see Santana, even if it was only for a day, once a month. Santana was wrapping up her final semester, and was stressed with finals, but she managed to make it to two shows. Eventually, Brittany realized that the tour life wasn’t one she wanted to pursue. She’s stayed in New York for the past two years, dancing here and there, until eventually re-connecting with Mike Chang. He got her a job choreographing for a studio that he worked at. Though she didn’t dance in the capacity that she used to, she felt content sharing her love for dance with others.
The timing was perfect. Sure, there had been pressure from their friends and family, Quinn and Sam had only been married for two years, but they already had a baby girl, with another on the way. Miguel, Santana’s older brother, had three of his own, which caused Santana’s mother to practically hound the two of them for her fourth grandbaby. Brittany’s parents were much calmer. Her younger sister, Ashley, was entering her rebellious teenage years, so they had their hands pretty full with that. But they knew that now, they were both financially, emotionally, and physically prepared.
“Good morning beautiful!” Brittany chirped, kissing her wife awake.
Santana groaned, “What time is it?” She squinted, the light harsh from the window, as she peered at their alarm clock.
“Five.” Brittany shrugged, as Santana plopped back down.
“We don’t have to get up for another hour, Britt… Let me sleep.”
“Sannnn” Brittany whined. “Sannyyyy!”
“It’s too early.” Santana mumbled into her pillow.
“But we can’t sleep in today, baby. Don’t you remember?”
Santana panicked, thinking she had forgotten an anniversary, or a holiday. Or it was just one of those days where Brittany was really horny in the morning, which was a celebration too-
“Our consultation!” Brittany cut her train of thought off, reminding Santana exactly what she was forgetting.
The nerves set in. How could she forget? But what if she was infertile? What if somehow, the bitch trait was passed down and the doctors could detect it, and she was genetically going to be a terrible mother. What if-
“Get out of that pretty little head of yours.” Brittany whispered, kissing the back of her wife’s neck. “Our baby will be perfect… just like you.”
Santana rolled over so that she was facing Brittany. “Babe, we don’t even know if we can have a kid, yet.”
“I know,” Brittany smiled, “That’s what a consultation is for, silly.”
“Britt, but what if I can’t-” Brittany laid a kiss on the tip of her nose, silencing her.
“I believe in you, Santana.” She whispered, “But if you can’t have a baby, that’s okay too. I won’t be disappointed.”
“But-”
“Shh,” Brittany smiled, “We’ll worry about it if we get to it.”
Santana’s thoughts still swarmed her head, but Brittany’s kisses always made them flutter away, even for a moment. “Now get dressed.” Brittany smirked. “Or we’ll end up having morning sex, and THEN we’ll be late.”
“Well now that you suggested it…” Santana grinned, definitely awake now.
“Not a chance, Tana!”
Brittany was bouncing with excitement, barely able to stay in her chair. Santana, on the other hand, was frozen, as the thoughts from this morning returned. She knew that Brittany would make an amazing mom. She was patient, kind, and everything good in this world. Their kids would love her. She’d teach them ballet, read them bedtime stories, and she’d make the best pancakes on Sunday mornings.
“Hey.” Brittany smiles, pressing a small kiss to the back of their intertwined hands. “You okay?”
Santana nods, “Thinking.”
“About?”
“Pancakes.” Santana grins.
“You’re hungry too?” Brittany laughs, “I mean after the third round I was-” Santana clamps a hand over Brittany’s mouth before she reveals the extent of their sex life to this entire waiting room. (Unsurprisingly, they did end up having morning sex).
“No, well yeah babe, but…” Santana pauses, thinking before saying, “I was thinking about you and pancakes...and of you cooking them for our kids-” She whispers the last part, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Brittany cuts Santana off with a kiss. Even after all these years, there’s times when Brittany can still knock the air out of her. “Santana.” Brittany whispers, pulling away just as Santana tries to deepen it.
She frowns, upset at the sudden loss of contact, “Mhmm?”
“Have I ever told you that you’re the cutest?” Santana blushes, kissing Brittany quickly.
Santana grins cockily, “Once or twice.” They get lost in each other, soft brown meeting piercing blue, trying to convey everything through a glance. Brittany knows her wife, and knows that there’s still something bothering her. Rather than prying, she gives Santana time to explain her thoughts.
“Britt?”
“Yeah, Sanny-Bear?” The old nickname makes Santana blush.
“I just… really want to give you this baby.”
“Oh honey,” Brittany turns so that Santana is facing her completely, forcing her to look back in her eyes. “You don’t have to give me anything .” She says so earnestly, hoping they ring honest and true... and that Santana doesn’t cry right now.
Luckily, Santana only sniffles, while Brittany wipes a few stray tears from her eyes. “You’re already everything I could ever wish for.”
The doctor calls them a minute later---just as Santana composes herself---and Brittany tries her best to squeeze the nerves out through her wife’s hand. They’re gonna be fine.