my dirty little secret - part eight
Title: My Dirty Little Secret
Author: kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1318
Summary: A visitor for Quinn and Santana.
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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven
I groan in frustration when the phone rings. I was just helping myself out and so fucking close to coming. I contemplate for a moment to just let it go to voicemail, but can't concentrate anymore.
"Quinn Fabray-Lopez," I say in my phone voice.
"Quinn! How are you doing?"
I recognise the voice immediately and smile. "Sara! I'm doing great! We actually got some news on the babies yesterday, we meant to call you, but then we... uhm... got... busy." I blush furiously. Way to go, Fabray. "So, anyway, how are you?"
"I'm doing great, you know me. What news on the babies? Good news? Are they okay?"
"Yeah, they're great. It's just that James will be Parker. She's a girl and Santana loves that name... Of course I love Parker, too."
"You can still call her James," Sara jokes.
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, not going to happy. You can be liberal and gender-doesn't-matter-yada-yada, but there are boundaries."
"I was just joking, Quinn." I can almost hear the smile in her voice . "Listen, I'm dying to see my daughter and my daughter-in-law and I was thinking of coming to visit you this weekend. Is that okay for you guys?"
"Sure! I'd love to see you again. I have so many questions for you! Tana's trying, but of course she only has the books. It's adorable, though."
"I bet she sounds like a walking encyclopedia. Didn't she study every book on pregnancy by heart?"
"She sure tried," I laugh. We settle some details for the visit and when I hang up, I feel content. It'll be good to see Sara Lopez again.
Santana's POV
I was so happy when Quinn told me that mom would be visiting this weekend. I haven't seen my mother in the longest time and I would never admit it out loud, but I miss her sometimes.
Quinn is out to the library. She prefers going alone and taking her time. Mom and I are sitting in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee from the beans that she brought with her.
She has just updated me on how dad and my brothers are doing. Tiago is still traveling around the country, trying to make a living with his music. Carlos is still gradually working his way up in a big ass law firm in Washington, D.C.
"So, are you looking forward to the birth?" mom asks.
"Honestly?"
She rolls her eyes, letting me know how stupid that question is. I got my infamous eyeroll somewhere.
I take a deep breath. "I'm scared to death, mom. What if I'm no good? What if I hurt them? What if I say the wrong things to Quinn? What if I do the wrong things? What if I drop them or don't wake up at night - you know I'm a heavy sleeper - and Quinn has to get up all the time? What if Quinn feels neglected? What if I see them and I don't love them? I'm such a bitch all the time, mom, what if I'm a bitch to my own kids? What if they don't love me?"
"Calm down, honey," mom says, pulling me in for a hug. "You'll be a great mom. Look how fantastic you are with Carlos' kids."
"Yeah, but I'm their aunt and I hardly ever see them. At the end of the day, they go home with Carl and I go home to Quinn. And what if I don't love them? What if I hate them? What if I hate them for taking part of Quinn away from me? What if I hate them because I won't have Quinn's undivided attention anymore?"
"Santana, stop freaking out. Think about it - these babies will be part of Quinn. They'll be Quinn's flesh and blood, they'll come from within her body. How could you hate something that is part of Quinn?"
I haven't thought about it that way. Woman has a point. "And what if Quinn's bond with Ezra and Parker is so much stronger because they're genetically related? What if I feel left out? What if they use it against me?"
"Quinn would never do that and you'll be the ones raising your kids. You'll be their mom in every way. Your parent is the one who raises you and loves you and is there for you. If you treat them right and just, and if you love them and you're there for them, they'll never doubt for one second your motherhood. It'll be natural to them."
"What if I don't wake up when they cry? I'm such a heavy sleeper, I'll never hear it and - "
"Santana, I'm sure Quinn will find a way to wake you up so you can tend to them," Sara laughs.
"What if I do things wrong? What if drop them? Don't know how to do things?"
"You'll learn. And if Quinn is being honest, you're devouring books on parenthood. You'll know what to do, it comes natural, you'll feel it. And if you have any questions, you can still call me. You know I'm there for you guys."
"I'm just... I'm scared, mommy." I hate my tiny voice. Mom wraps me tighter.
"Oh listen to you, such a badass! You were always the tough kid. I can't even count the times I've had angry calls from parents because little Santana Lopez punched their kid for insulting her, her family or her friends. You'll do great."
"Thanks, mom. So you don't think Quinn will finally see how useless I am and leave me?"
"Holy - Santana! Quinn loves you more than you can imagine. Don't tell me that you still doubt her love after all these years? She was the one who won you over in the first place. Trust me, the day that woman leaves you, I will eat my shoes. Hell will freeze over before Lucy Quinn Fabray-Lopez leaves Santana Rosa Maria Fabray-Lopez."
"I love her too, mom. I love her so much. I'd die for her."
"She knows that and she would do the same if it were of any use. Now lift your skinny ass and let me cook for you. I'm going to have to have a word with Quinn. She's not feeding you well."
"I work out all the time, mom. You can't harass her, she's trying to get me as fat as you are," I joke. Mom slaps me playfully on the head, but laughs along.
"No, seriously, though. She's trying. Fuck, mom, I'm so proud of her it makes me cry."
"You're going to have to watch your language around the kids," mom points out. "Or they'll end up like you," she scoffs. "Actually, it'll be interesting. Fabrays growing up around a Lopez."
"History repeating itself? Oh - right there, mom. Quinn and I grew up together and I've had a foul mouth for as long as I can remember and Quinn still only swears when she's really angry or when she's -"
"When she's what?"
I blush. Shit, how do I get out of this. Mom looks at me, question marks all over her face. Then it dawns on her. "OH! Oh. I... yeah. Wow. Okay. Sweet Jesus, the two of you are like rabbits, aren't you? When I was on the phone with Quinn earlier this week she had to find a way out of talking about sex as well."
"You're not helping mom."
God, this is just mortifying.
"Yeah, you are your parent's daughter. I wonder where Quinn got it, though. The Fabrays always seemed such prudes and have you seen her sister? God, so stuck up."
"MOM! We are not having this conversation. It's beyond disturbing"
"Aww, look at you, all flustered! But yeah, this is taking the wrong turn. Now show me how you make that spaghetti carbonara so I can tell you what you're doing wrong."
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Author: kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1318
Summary: A visitor for Quinn and Santana.
_______
part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven
I groan in frustration when the phone rings. I was just helping myself out and so fucking close to coming. I contemplate for a moment to just let it go to voicemail, but can't concentrate anymore.
"Quinn Fabray-Lopez," I say in my phone voice.
"Quinn! How are you doing?"
I recognise the voice immediately and smile. "Sara! I'm doing great! We actually got some news on the babies yesterday, we meant to call you, but then we... uhm... got... busy." I blush furiously. Way to go, Fabray. "So, anyway, how are you?"
"I'm doing great, you know me. What news on the babies? Good news? Are they okay?"
"Yeah, they're great. It's just that James will be Parker. She's a girl and Santana loves that name... Of course I love Parker, too."
"You can still call her James," Sara jokes.
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, not going to happy. You can be liberal and gender-doesn't-matter-yada-yada, but there are boundaries."
"I was just joking, Quinn." I can almost hear the smile in her voice . "Listen, I'm dying to see my daughter and my daughter-in-law and I was thinking of coming to visit you this weekend. Is that okay for you guys?"
"Sure! I'd love to see you again. I have so many questions for you! Tana's trying, but of course she only has the books. It's adorable, though."
"I bet she sounds like a walking encyclopedia. Didn't she study every book on pregnancy by heart?"
"She sure tried," I laugh. We settle some details for the visit and when I hang up, I feel content. It'll be good to see Sara Lopez again.
Santana's POV
I was so happy when Quinn told me that mom would be visiting this weekend. I haven't seen my mother in the longest time and I would never admit it out loud, but I miss her sometimes.
Quinn is out to the library. She prefers going alone and taking her time. Mom and I are sitting in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee from the beans that she brought with her.
She has just updated me on how dad and my brothers are doing. Tiago is still traveling around the country, trying to make a living with his music. Carlos is still gradually working his way up in a big ass law firm in Washington, D.C.
"So, are you looking forward to the birth?" mom asks.
"Honestly?"
She rolls her eyes, letting me know how stupid that question is. I got my infamous eyeroll somewhere.
I take a deep breath. "I'm scared to death, mom. What if I'm no good? What if I hurt them? What if I say the wrong things to Quinn? What if I do the wrong things? What if I drop them or don't wake up at night - you know I'm a heavy sleeper - and Quinn has to get up all the time? What if Quinn feels neglected? What if I see them and I don't love them? I'm such a bitch all the time, mom, what if I'm a bitch to my own kids? What if they don't love me?"
"Calm down, honey," mom says, pulling me in for a hug. "You'll be a great mom. Look how fantastic you are with Carlos' kids."
"Yeah, but I'm their aunt and I hardly ever see them. At the end of the day, they go home with Carl and I go home to Quinn. And what if I don't love them? What if I hate them? What if I hate them for taking part of Quinn away from me? What if I hate them because I won't have Quinn's undivided attention anymore?"
"Santana, stop freaking out. Think about it - these babies will be part of Quinn. They'll be Quinn's flesh and blood, they'll come from within her body. How could you hate something that is part of Quinn?"
I haven't thought about it that way. Woman has a point. "And what if Quinn's bond with Ezra and Parker is so much stronger because they're genetically related? What if I feel left out? What if they use it against me?"
"Quinn would never do that and you'll be the ones raising your kids. You'll be their mom in every way. Your parent is the one who raises you and loves you and is there for you. If you treat them right and just, and if you love them and you're there for them, they'll never doubt for one second your motherhood. It'll be natural to them."
"What if I don't wake up when they cry? I'm such a heavy sleeper, I'll never hear it and - "
"Santana, I'm sure Quinn will find a way to wake you up so you can tend to them," Sara laughs.
"What if I do things wrong? What if drop them? Don't know how to do things?"
"You'll learn. And if Quinn is being honest, you're devouring books on parenthood. You'll know what to do, it comes natural, you'll feel it. And if you have any questions, you can still call me. You know I'm there for you guys."
"I'm just... I'm scared, mommy." I hate my tiny voice. Mom wraps me tighter.
"Oh listen to you, such a badass! You were always the tough kid. I can't even count the times I've had angry calls from parents because little Santana Lopez punched their kid for insulting her, her family or her friends. You'll do great."
"Thanks, mom. So you don't think Quinn will finally see how useless I am and leave me?"
"Holy - Santana! Quinn loves you more than you can imagine. Don't tell me that you still doubt her love after all these years? She was the one who won you over in the first place. Trust me, the day that woman leaves you, I will eat my shoes. Hell will freeze over before Lucy Quinn Fabray-Lopez leaves Santana Rosa Maria Fabray-Lopez."
"I love her too, mom. I love her so much. I'd die for her."
"She knows that and she would do the same if it were of any use. Now lift your skinny ass and let me cook for you. I'm going to have to have a word with Quinn. She's not feeding you well."
"I work out all the time, mom. You can't harass her, she's trying to get me as fat as you are," I joke. Mom slaps me playfully on the head, but laughs along.
"No, seriously, though. She's trying. Fuck, mom, I'm so proud of her it makes me cry."
"You're going to have to watch your language around the kids," mom points out. "Or they'll end up like you," she scoffs. "Actually, it'll be interesting. Fabrays growing up around a Lopez."
"History repeating itself? Oh - right there, mom. Quinn and I grew up together and I've had a foul mouth for as long as I can remember and Quinn still only swears when she's really angry or when she's -"
"When she's what?"
I blush. Shit, how do I get out of this. Mom looks at me, question marks all over her face. Then it dawns on her. "OH! Oh. I... yeah. Wow. Okay. Sweet Jesus, the two of you are like rabbits, aren't you? When I was on the phone with Quinn earlier this week she had to find a way out of talking about sex as well."
"You're not helping mom."
God, this is just mortifying.
"Yeah, you are your parent's daughter. I wonder where Quinn got it, though. The Fabrays always seemed such prudes and have you seen her sister? God, so stuck up."
"MOM! We are not having this conversation. It's beyond disturbing"
"Aww, look at you, all flustered! But yeah, this is taking the wrong turn. Now show me how you make that spaghetti carbonara so I can tell you what you're doing wrong."
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