Fic: Remember When 11/?
Title: Remember When 11/?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG15. Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1689
Summary: Brittany's twenty eight...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
A/N: Been thinking about the Santana thing, and maybe I could be tempted to do her POV during a couple of missing scenes. But I don't want to commit to doing a Santana piece for every missing year lol.
Brittany's twenty eight and she can't quite believe what she's hearing.
Okay she knew Santana was good with kids, but it hadn't occurred to her that one day they might have one of their own. But here was Santana, sitting curled up with Brittany on the couch, talking about pregnancy and donors and having a baby. A baby! There's a tiny miniscule part of Brittany that wants to freak out, but it's vastly overshadowed by the part of her that needs to be kissing Santana. She gives in to the bigger part, climbing on top of her wife - her wife, God, it's been nearly three years and she's still not tired of saying that - and kissing her until her breath runs out.
Santana must take her enthusiasm for a yes, because it totally is, and the next day she looks into it seriously, bringing home lots of pamphlets and printouts for Brittany to read. Brittany might be a college graduate now - a college graduate, God, it's been nearly five years and she's still not tired of saying that - but she's never been the greatest reader, so Santana pops her a bowl of popcorn and makes cocoa and they spend the evening in bed, snacking and occasionally making out like teenagers, while Santana reads and explains all the information to Brittany.
It'll be much easier if they find a donor themselves. After some discussion they decide that Santana's going to have the baby (because Brittany's making more money at the moment, Santana says, but Brittany's pretty sure the real reason is that Santana just wants to be the one to do it), so they want a donor who looks like Brittany, so that their baby can have the best chance of looking like a mix of the two of them. For a while they look through the lists Santana got from the sperm place, and they find a couple they like, but it's so expensive... and then Brittany says, what about Johan?
Johan's twenty and at first he doesn't like the idea, but once they assure him that he doesn't actually have to have sex with Santana (his girlfriend really wouldn't have liked that idea), he's really excited about the idea of helping to make a niece or nephew. They fly him out for a week or so, and after one incredibly awkward afternoon, he goes home and they settle down to wait.
It's a month later and they're in the bathroom and Santana's peeing on a stick and Brittany's biting her nails, because this is the most important bathroom trip Santana's ever made. The minutes are ticking by and she reaches out, linking her pinky with Santana's as Santana sits on the closed toilet lid and Brittany leans against the counter. The timer goes off and Brittany isn't breathing, doesn't think Santana is either. Santana reaches for the stick, looks at it for a second, bursts into tears and runs out of the bathroom, handing the stick to Brittany on her way out.
The test is negative.
Brittany runs after Santana, catches up to her in the hallway, holds her tight and kisses her. It's okay she soothes, because Santana's really upset that she didn't get it right, didn't make a baby, that she let Brittany down. Brittany tells her that even if they never have a baby, it's still okay, because Brittany has Santana and Santana has Brittany. It still takes a long time for Santana to calm down completely. Brittany's a little surprised at her outburst, really - she hadn't realized how important this was to Santana.
They have to tell Johan, and he's sad too, but he says they can try again and a couple of months later they fly Johan back out and do just that. This time, a month afterward, when Santana pees on the stick, she's already sort of sniffling when the timer goes off and she can't look at it, doesn't want to see if she's failed again. She buries her head in the curve of Brittany's neck, closes her eyes, clutches at Brittany's shirt. Brittany almost doesn't want to look either but she has to, she has to be strong for both of them, and her heart's in her throat because God, if it's negative again she doesn't want to have to tell Santana.
She looks. Looks again. Checks the box because she's not sure what it is she's actually looking for. There are two lines, and she holds the stick up to the box, checks it twice, and now she's crying. And of course that sets Santana off, crying into Brittany's shirt but Brittany pushes her away a little, makes her look at the stick.
Oh my God, Santana says, her sudden smile beaming through her tears. We're having a baby.
The celebrating keeps them up all night and they fall asleep in the morning, only to wake up later and start celebrating all over again. It's late afternoon before they get a chance to call and tell Johan and their parents, and then they have to celebrate a little more before they crash, wrapped around each other.
The next three months are filled with Santana either being really tired or really nauseous, and she pees a lot, and Brittany's reminded of what Quinn was like when they were in high school and Quinn was pregnant with Drizzle. She rings Quinn one day while Santana's taking a nap, asks what she can do to make this easier for Santana, and armed with a list of tips Brittany does her best to make Santana feel less miserable.
She teaches herself to cook, something she's never really done before (because recipes are confusing), comes home one day armed with cookbooks and groceries and even though it takes her a couple of tries, manages to make a really decent casserole. It's healthy, and filled with stuff the books say is nutritious and good for the baby, and Santana practically inhales her serving, says it's really good, and asks for seconds, and actually keeps it down. And Brittany thinks she can get used to this cooking thing.
The next three months are sort of a roller coaster. Santana spends a week not being able to keep her hands off Brittany (not that Brittany's complaining) and a week crying in the bathroom that she's getting fat. It's bewildering to Brittany because Santana's always been the strong one in their relationship, but she sighs, coaxes Santana out of the bathroom and shows her how beautiful she is. The pattern keeps repeating and Brittany's never really sure where she stands, she's getting scared to say anything unless Santana speaks first.
It's nearing the end of Santana's second three months of being pregnant and Brittany comes home to find a small yellow box with a silver bow sitting on the table - it has to be for her, because the box is yellow - and she opens it and finds a silver locket. There's a note from Santana, she says sorry for being so crazy, but Brittany doesn't need her to say sorry, she isn't mad. She's having Brittany's baby, and Brittany's never loved her more.
It's getting closer to the time, and Santana's big now, big with their baby. She's not as big as Quinn was in high school though, Santana snickers. Quinn really did get big. Her back hurts most of the time and Brittany spends a lot of time giving her back rubs, which reminds her of when they were both Cheerios and this sort of thing happened every day. The false alarm comes just before lunch, and Brittany manages to keep calm and call the doctor while Santana freaks out. It is, of course, a false alarm and they don't even have to go in to the hospital. The next time it happens it's dinner time, much closer to the due date and this time Santana doesn't panic, tells Brittany it's probably another false alarm, and Brittany goes back to eating her delicious home made hamburger (seriously, this cooking thing? Brittany so should have tried it years ago).
Then Santana's water breaks and the next twelve hours or so is a blur, with doctors and nurses and Santana screaming and then there's someone else in the room with them, someone new, and he's crying, and he's so tiny, and he's perfect.
Brittany curls up on the little bed with Santana and kisses her head and says she's so proud, she loves Santana so much, and the nurse brings the new little person over, wrapped in a soft blue blanket. He's still crying but so are they, and they can't stop looking at his tiny little fingers, those impossible fingernails, his little button nose, his big blue eyes. He looks up at them after a while, he's stopped crying, he's just looking at them and they're just looking at him. No one speaks.
It's still a little hard for Brittany to comprehend that Santana grew this little life inside her, and she can't stop sniffling, grinning, kissing Santana and their son - their son, God, it doesn't matter how long she lives, she knows she's never going to get tired of saying that - and she watches Santana look at Adrian, her eyes wide with wonder, and she knows she's never going to get tired of seeing that either.
Adrian and Santana come home after a couple of days and Brittany's not stupid, knows things won't always be easy or even fun some of the time, but she can't imagine living her life any different. This right here is where she wants to be.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG15. Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1689
Summary: Brittany's twenty eight...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
A/N: Been thinking about the Santana thing, and maybe I could be tempted to do her POV during a couple of missing scenes. But I don't want to commit to doing a Santana piece for every missing year lol.
Brittany's twenty eight and she can't quite believe what she's hearing.
Okay she knew Santana was good with kids, but it hadn't occurred to her that one day they might have one of their own. But here was Santana, sitting curled up with Brittany on the couch, talking about pregnancy and donors and having a baby. A baby! There's a tiny miniscule part of Brittany that wants to freak out, but it's vastly overshadowed by the part of her that needs to be kissing Santana. She gives in to the bigger part, climbing on top of her wife - her wife, God, it's been nearly three years and she's still not tired of saying that - and kissing her until her breath runs out.
Santana must take her enthusiasm for a yes, because it totally is, and the next day she looks into it seriously, bringing home lots of pamphlets and printouts for Brittany to read. Brittany might be a college graduate now - a college graduate, God, it's been nearly five years and she's still not tired of saying that - but she's never been the greatest reader, so Santana pops her a bowl of popcorn and makes cocoa and they spend the evening in bed, snacking and occasionally making out like teenagers, while Santana reads and explains all the information to Brittany.
It'll be much easier if they find a donor themselves. After some discussion they decide that Santana's going to have the baby (because Brittany's making more money at the moment, Santana says, but Brittany's pretty sure the real reason is that Santana just wants to be the one to do it), so they want a donor who looks like Brittany, so that their baby can have the best chance of looking like a mix of the two of them. For a while they look through the lists Santana got from the sperm place, and they find a couple they like, but it's so expensive... and then Brittany says, what about Johan?
Johan's twenty and at first he doesn't like the idea, but once they assure him that he doesn't actually have to have sex with Santana (his girlfriend really wouldn't have liked that idea), he's really excited about the idea of helping to make a niece or nephew. They fly him out for a week or so, and after one incredibly awkward afternoon, he goes home and they settle down to wait.
It's a month later and they're in the bathroom and Santana's peeing on a stick and Brittany's biting her nails, because this is the most important bathroom trip Santana's ever made. The minutes are ticking by and she reaches out, linking her pinky with Santana's as Santana sits on the closed toilet lid and Brittany leans against the counter. The timer goes off and Brittany isn't breathing, doesn't think Santana is either. Santana reaches for the stick, looks at it for a second, bursts into tears and runs out of the bathroom, handing the stick to Brittany on her way out.
The test is negative.
Brittany runs after Santana, catches up to her in the hallway, holds her tight and kisses her. It's okay she soothes, because Santana's really upset that she didn't get it right, didn't make a baby, that she let Brittany down. Brittany tells her that even if they never have a baby, it's still okay, because Brittany has Santana and Santana has Brittany. It still takes a long time for Santana to calm down completely. Brittany's a little surprised at her outburst, really - she hadn't realized how important this was to Santana.
They have to tell Johan, and he's sad too, but he says they can try again and a couple of months later they fly Johan back out and do just that. This time, a month afterward, when Santana pees on the stick, she's already sort of sniffling when the timer goes off and she can't look at it, doesn't want to see if she's failed again. She buries her head in the curve of Brittany's neck, closes her eyes, clutches at Brittany's shirt. Brittany almost doesn't want to look either but she has to, she has to be strong for both of them, and her heart's in her throat because God, if it's negative again she doesn't want to have to tell Santana.
She looks. Looks again. Checks the box because she's not sure what it is she's actually looking for. There are two lines, and she holds the stick up to the box, checks it twice, and now she's crying. And of course that sets Santana off, crying into Brittany's shirt but Brittany pushes her away a little, makes her look at the stick.
Oh my God, Santana says, her sudden smile beaming through her tears. We're having a baby.
The celebrating keeps them up all night and they fall asleep in the morning, only to wake up later and start celebrating all over again. It's late afternoon before they get a chance to call and tell Johan and their parents, and then they have to celebrate a little more before they crash, wrapped around each other.
The next three months are filled with Santana either being really tired or really nauseous, and she pees a lot, and Brittany's reminded of what Quinn was like when they were in high school and Quinn was pregnant with Drizzle. She rings Quinn one day while Santana's taking a nap, asks what she can do to make this easier for Santana, and armed with a list of tips Brittany does her best to make Santana feel less miserable.
She teaches herself to cook, something she's never really done before (because recipes are confusing), comes home one day armed with cookbooks and groceries and even though it takes her a couple of tries, manages to make a really decent casserole. It's healthy, and filled with stuff the books say is nutritious and good for the baby, and Santana practically inhales her serving, says it's really good, and asks for seconds, and actually keeps it down. And Brittany thinks she can get used to this cooking thing.
The next three months are sort of a roller coaster. Santana spends a week not being able to keep her hands off Brittany (not that Brittany's complaining) and a week crying in the bathroom that she's getting fat. It's bewildering to Brittany because Santana's always been the strong one in their relationship, but she sighs, coaxes Santana out of the bathroom and shows her how beautiful she is. The pattern keeps repeating and Brittany's never really sure where she stands, she's getting scared to say anything unless Santana speaks first.
It's nearing the end of Santana's second three months of being pregnant and Brittany comes home to find a small yellow box with a silver bow sitting on the table - it has to be for her, because the box is yellow - and she opens it and finds a silver locket. There's a note from Santana, she says sorry for being so crazy, but Brittany doesn't need her to say sorry, she isn't mad. She's having Brittany's baby, and Brittany's never loved her more.
It's getting closer to the time, and Santana's big now, big with their baby. She's not as big as Quinn was in high school though, Santana snickers. Quinn really did get big. Her back hurts most of the time and Brittany spends a lot of time giving her back rubs, which reminds her of when they were both Cheerios and this sort of thing happened every day. The false alarm comes just before lunch, and Brittany manages to keep calm and call the doctor while Santana freaks out. It is, of course, a false alarm and they don't even have to go in to the hospital. The next time it happens it's dinner time, much closer to the due date and this time Santana doesn't panic, tells Brittany it's probably another false alarm, and Brittany goes back to eating her delicious home made hamburger (seriously, this cooking thing? Brittany so should have tried it years ago).
Then Santana's water breaks and the next twelve hours or so is a blur, with doctors and nurses and Santana screaming and then there's someone else in the room with them, someone new, and he's crying, and he's so tiny, and he's perfect.
Brittany curls up on the little bed with Santana and kisses her head and says she's so proud, she loves Santana so much, and the nurse brings the new little person over, wrapped in a soft blue blanket. He's still crying but so are they, and they can't stop looking at his tiny little fingers, those impossible fingernails, his little button nose, his big blue eyes. He looks up at them after a while, he's stopped crying, he's just looking at them and they're just looking at him. No one speaks.
It's still a little hard for Brittany to comprehend that Santana grew this little life inside her, and she can't stop sniffling, grinning, kissing Santana and their son - their son, God, it doesn't matter how long she lives, she knows she's never going to get tired of saying that - and she watches Santana look at Adrian, her eyes wide with wonder, and she knows she's never going to get tired of seeing that either.
Adrian and Santana come home after a couple of days and Brittany's not stupid, knows things won't always be easy or even fun some of the time, but she can't imagine living her life any different. This right here is where she wants to be.