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May 30, 2014

Fic #3: The Chaos That Created The Twins - An OGC Drabble

Pairings: Santana/Brittany, Quinn/Artie, Rachel/Sam, Kurt/Karofsky, Finn/Tina Rating: R-Rated for Britt’s sailor mouth. Spoilers: OGC’verse which is canon compliant up to 2x22 “New York” Summary: There’s not even any slight hesitation. Notes: Fic #3 of operationwordexplosion. Written for itsmayonegg.

Maybe she’s getting cocky but after eight years of being with Brittany, she never expected that Brittany would choose this moment—the moment that it’s pretty much been leading to since before she can even remember—to confuse the hell out of her.

There’s not even any slight hesitation.

“No,” she says and it’s flat out, sure fire, no take-backs decided.

Santana’s shoulders slump. “Britt, c’mon,” she tries.

Brittany looks at her incredulously and just a little bit mad.

“No,” she says wildly, shaking her head with her arms out ready to curse Santana and the heavens. “No way. You’re fucking crazy.”

Santana tries to interject but Brittany holds up one lone, commanding finger that instantly shuts Santana up before shaking her head.

“You’re crazy,” she says before storming away.

Brittany doesn’t answer her calls all day and she doesn’t see her until she gets back to their apartment that evening. She finds her in their kitchen making dinner and she’s wearing that expression that tells Santana she needs to be fucking careful.

“Britt—”

“I am not talking to you,” Brittany shakes her head instantly. “You’re not even here to me. I am mad at you.”

Santana feels herself shrink and lets her shoulders slump sadly. “Well, Jesus-fucking-Christ, Britt. Anyone would think I’d asked you to join the Westboro Baptist Church with me rather than have a fucking baby. What is the big deal?”

Brittany spins around and wields her spatula warningly. “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t get why I’m upset with you, Santana Elena Lopez. Don’t you fucking dare.”

Santana scoffs loudly and holds her hands out. “I really don’t get the problem! It’s a great idea! We’re twenty-five, we have a house—”

She never sees the box of pop tarts coming and she’s rubbing her head when Brittany finally steps over to her.

“Firstly, this is not a house—it’s a shitty apartment and, secondly, age has nothing to do with it. We’re still in college! In a year, you’re going to be starting your residency and I’m still working on my doctorate! We don’t have the time or the energy to have a baby.”

“But, Britt—c’mon, think about it,” Santana argues. “The guys at the research lab need another participant and are willing to do this for free. We won’t have to pay thousands of dollars on medical bills and you’ll get constant care!”

Brittany glares at her. “You know, you’re the cheapest fucking millionaire I know.”

Santana gives her a look, annoyed. “I’m the only millionaire you know.”

“Fuck you,” Brittany spits and tries to walk away before Santana grabs her and turns her back. A weight drops uncomfortably in her stomach.

She suddenly feels scared and self-conscious and they’re such strange feelings to have around Brittany after such a long time. She swallows thickly.

“If you didn’t want to have a baby with me,” she starts quietly. “You’d tell me right?”

Brittany gasps in disbelief and lets her jaw drop slowly. “You know, it hurts a little that you’d even ask that,” she whispers sadly. “You know I want everything with you but this isn’t how I imagined we’d talk about this, Santana. I didn’t expect for you to find me during lunch and tell me that someone dropped out of the obstetrics department’s research trial and that you think I should totally take the spot because they need a younger, healthier test subject. I didn’t expect you to tell me that it probably won’t work but I should do it anyway because it’ll make you look good.”

Santana takes a deep, guilty breath and looks away.

“No, Santana, that’s definitely not how I wanted us to talk about starting a family,” she spits. “I wanted us to be married and to have settled down and actually want it—I didn’t want it to happen because it was convenient and might save us some cash. That’s not how I want to bring a child into the world.”

Santana feels suitably chastised and hangs her head sadly as she leans back against their kitchen counter. She feels sad and disappointed in herself and she licks her lips before sighing.

“Okay, I can understand that,” she nods. “I’m sorry.”

Brittany nods and goes back to cooking dinner.

They eat in silence.

It’s not until they’re lying together in bed hours later that Santana realizes what she wants to say. It’s past 3am and Brittany’s asleep beside her but she has to tell her the truth.

She wakes her gently.

“Santana, it’s late,” Brittany, breathes sleepily. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to have a baby with you because it’s convenient and might save us some money or because it’ll make me look good,” she says in lieu of an answer. “I want to have a baby with you because I’ve wanted to have a baby with you since I was practically a baby myself. In my head, I’ve already waited twenty years too long to do this and I just—the opportunity presented itself and it felt like a sign. Even if it doesn’t work—which is pretty unlikely—I thought it’d be good practice.”

Brittany simply stares at her so she shrugs and goes on.

“We can get married, if that’s what you need,” Santana whispers. “But I don’t need a piece of paper to know that we’re forever and you’re my family.”

A smile tugs at Brittany’s mouth and she sits up slowly, leaning on her elbows. “That’s some proposal.”

Santana grins. “You know you want it.”

Brittany rolls her sleepy blue eyes but her cheeks flush a little. “Shut up,” she mumbles, falling back down into the pillows and sighing. “Santana, this is crazy.”

Santana nods.

Brittany gives her a look. “I mean, like, it’s crazy,” she says. “Crazy and completely irresponsible and—”

“I know, Britt,” she says sharply and a little less sure. “But let’s do it anyway.”

Brittany’s face softens and Santana feels hope bloom in her chest and somewhere deeper.

“You really want this?”

Santana nods in earnest and Brittany sighs in fond irritation. She shakes her head and looks up at the ceiling but she’s smiling a little too.

Santana doesn’t need her to answer. When she leans forward to kiss Brittany and Brittany lets her, it’s answer enough.

Brittany agrees to meet with the doctor and Santana’s research assistant friend and he looks at both of their medical records before sighing.

“What we’re working on here is a new method of embryo implantation which is much more invasive and extreme than most other methods,” he explains. “But I need to tell you that our current success rate in older women and women with fertility problems isn’t very good which is why we need a younger woman such as yourself to check the data.” He looks pointedly at Brittany. “The fact that you’re also willing to use Santana’s eggs as well as your own will help but given our current data outlook it doesn’t look very promising,” he says discouragingly. “I don’t want you to enter into this thinking that you’ll be walking away from here in nine months with a baby.”

“It’s worth a try though, right?” Santana says squeezing her hand.

Brittany nods but she doesn’t look so sure.

They go home and talk about it.

“Santana, I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers around a sigh. “I don’t think I’ll be able to handle the disappointment.”

Santana grabs her by the hips and shakes her head. “Then don’t think about it like that. Don’t go into it thinking we’re gonna get a baby, go into it thinking we’re going to be helping science.”

Brittany scoffs. “How am I supposed to do that? And what if I do get pregnant and I have a miscarriage or something worse? What will I do? I don’t think I could take that either.”

“Britt,” Santana says plainly, pressing their foreheads together as she holds Brittany’s face tightly in her hands. The act reminds her of a day, many years ago, when she asked Brittany to move to Florida and believe in their future. “It won’t matter.”

Brittany shakes her head.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, untangling Santana from her. “I need to think about it.”

“You can’t force her,” Libby clicks her tongue at her when she calls her later on. “You’re a partnership and she’s right, Cookie. Do you really think it’s the right time for this? You’re only twenty-five. You’ve got time and you have so much more to do for school and everything.”

Santana sighs. “It just felt right. Like, really right, you know? You know when you can tell?”

Libby makes a noise. “But just because it’s right for you, doesn’t mean it is for her.”

Santana hums in sad agreement.

Brittany’s made them dinner when she gets home from the hospital the next day.

Santana opens her mouth to speak, to tell Brittany to forget everything because she can’t handle this tension anymore, but Brittany cuts right through her.

“I spoke to the doctor,” she says quickly. “He explained some more stuff and I’ve looked at the figures and we’ll never have a baby from it but it’s interesting work and I want to be a part of it. If we do this then we’re not doing it for a baby.”

Santana nods in agreement and doesn’t say anything else.

They’ve had five more failed procedures by the time that their eggs are harvested.

Still, Brittany’s right, it is interesting work and she’s just the test subject they need regardless of the outcome. That doesn’t stop it from being weird to be picking out sperm from a small elite sample of donors or that they’re taking fertility medication.

They have their eggs collected at the same time and kiss each other before going to separate procedure rooms. It’s like nothing’s happened when they leave but when Brittany gets cramps later that evening, it’s like a tiny little reminder of what they’re doing.

They go back three days later and the doctor tells them that they managed to produce seven embryos between them but that they’re only going to implant three inside Brittany. The other four will be kept in storage in case they are wanted for further use.

Brittany is sedated during the procedure and Santana is told that she can’t be in the room while it happens. She sits in the waiting area like she’s watched so many people do for months and waits for the moment Brittany is wheeled back into the doctor’s office.

“It went okay,” the doctor nods as he comes in wearing his scrubs, jotting down things in Brittany’s notes.

His tone is discouraging no matter how many times Santana tells herself she wants it to be.

She nods her head and takes Brittany’s hand and tries not to think at all.

They wait two weeks and when Brittany does her first ever home pregnancy test, she doesn’t say anything when it comes back negative.

She shrugs her shoulders and tosses it in the trash. She tells Santana like she’s telling her that she made pasta for dinner.

Regardless of how many times she’d told herself it was impossible, Santana’s still disappointed.

“But, Cookie,” Libby says to her when she calls her in tears. “You knew that this would happen.”

Santana sniffs and hates that she can’t talk to Brittany about this. “But I didn’t know how much I wanted them to be wrong,” she hiccups. “I didn’t know how much I wanted this.”

Libby coos lightly down the phone. “Oh, Cookie,” she sighs and Santana sobs.

Santana calls the doctor and tells him they got a negative pregnancy test and he doesn’t say anything, just makes them an appointment to see him in three weeks.

Brittany doesn’t really say anything else about it but a weight seems to have lifted from her shoulders now that she doesn’t have to worry about drugs and shots and invasive and undignified medical procedures.

She spends a lot of time at school finishing up part of her PhD and Santana’s glad that she can concentrate on that now. School means lots of time in class and time in class means less time in her wet suit and that stresses Brittany out more than anything.

She kisses Brittany every morning, glad when Brittany smiles.

After two weeks of solid school, Brittany’s ready to scream so on Friday night after class, Santana picks her up and gives her a huge grin.

“Let’s go home for the weekend,” she says when Brittany hops in and gives her a confused kiss hello.

Brittany grins at her words in an instant.

The kiss she receives after that is way better.

Libby’s arguing with Frank when they get to the bar and they barely notice them come in. Santana wraps an arm around Libby’s neck from behind to kiss her hello and it makes her jump six feet in the air before she’s turning to cuddle her tightly.

Brittany wraps her arms around both of them and it would be ridiculous if it weren’t what they did every time they come home. Frank rolls his eyes and kisses all three of them on the forehead before heading out the back.

He returns ten minutes later with four burgers and fries and it’s the best Santana’s felt in months.

The minute they get inside the Lower Keys Marine Education and Rescue Center, something sets Santana on edge and she doesn’t know why.

Brittany is happy beside her. She’s got her wetsuit on and she looks incredibly cute as usual. She almost completely ignores Karen, waving hello before she’s climbing onto the edge of the huge tank.

Santana stands at the side and watches her, her chin resting on her arms as Brittany slips into the water.

Before she can get her bearings, one of the dolphins is swimming over to her, nudging against her delicately for attention. Santana watches as Brittany laughs cutely, kissing the dolphin on the nose only for it to keep nudging delicately against her stomach as a second dolphin comes up and starts doing the same thing.

Brittany laughs in confusion and looks up to Karen and AJ for answers as the third dolphin swims over and joins in. Santana can already tell that whatever they’re doing isn’t normal and moves closer to Brittany when Karen and AJ swim over and try to pry the dolphins away from her.

“Britt,” Karen asks carefully, her eyes darting nervously to Santana. “Are you pregnant?”

Brittany’s face goes white and she looks down at her body. “Why?”

Karen looks at AJ who politely smiles at Santana. “Because the only time I’ve seen this kind of behavior is around pregnant women. Dolphins love pregnant women.”

Brittany’s hands drift to her stomach. “Santana…” she says and she sounds terrified and worried.

Santana swallows thickly. “I’m sure it’s fine,” she finds herself saying. “I’m sure it’s a mistake.”

They don’t take a home pregnancy test; they just go and see the doctor the minute they’re back in Miami.

He sticks the ultrasound probe between Brittany’s legs and within seconds something small and flickery is showing up on screen.

He laughs loudly.

“Well, ladies,” he says with a grin. “It’s early days yet but I think we’ve had our first success story.”

“Holy shit,” Brittany hyperventilates when they get outside. “Holy fucking shit. I’m pregnant—and we’re not married and—and I haven’t even finished my PhD yet and you’re going to be working at the hospital by the time it’s born and I’ll be all on my own!”

Santana grabs her by the waist. “Britt—”

“No, Santana,” she whimpers as she bursts into tears. “I told you—I told you we weren’t ready and now we’re pregnant and we’re not even married and even if we were it wouldn’t even be fucking legal and then what happens if one of us dies? What would happen then? We live in Florida. We’ll have zero rights and it’s just so fucking—”

Santana doesn’t say anything; she just drops to one knee and takes Brittany’s hand. Brittany stares down at her incredulously and frantically shakes her head in refusal.

“Goddamn it, Santana,” she yelps as tears pour down her face. “Now is not the time.”

She storms off and Santana doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re a dumbass,” Libby says plainly.

Santana sighs and rolls her eyes, hitting her head against the payphone.

“I know,” she whispers and doesn’t say anything else.

Brittany’s curled up on their couch when she gets home. Santana kneels down beside her and is relieved when Brittany lets her cup her cheek.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers, wiping Brittany’s tears away. “I’m sorry.”

Brittany nods and nuzzles her hand. Santana presses their noses together and smiles calmly.

“Brittany,” she says softly. “We’re having a baby.”

A smile breaks out on Brittany’s face and a laugh bubbles from her.

Santana sighs and kisses her softly. “It’s okay to be scared.”

“I know,” Brittany whispers, softening. “I know.”

They’re cuddling in bed when Santana lets her doubts get the better of her.

“Britt,” she whispers and she knows she’s awake because she can’t not after eight years of sleeping beside her. “Will you marry me?”

Brittany kisses her hand and shakes her head gently.

Santana tries not to cry. “Why?”

“It’s not legal,” she whispers. “And maybe it’s just a piece of paper but because of this—” She brings Santana’s hand to rest low on her stomach. “—it’s a really important piece of paper.”

Santana sighs and rests her chin on Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany wraps Santana tighter around her.

Just when Brittany’s coming around to the shock of being pregnant is when they get the biggest news of all.

Brittany’s already nervous because it’s their twelve week scan and irritable because it was like the minute she found out she was pregnant she couldn’t stop puking.

She’s devouring a Taco Bell anyway and her belly is already cute and probably bigger than it should be but that’s because she can’t stop eating either. Santana holds her hand and helps her to climb up onto the bed. The doctor’s eyes widen and narrow when he sees her and he cleans his hands before examining Brittany’s belly.

“Hmm,” he says as he reaches for the ultrasound probe. Santana glances at Brittany before gel is squirted on her belly and a weird echoing noise sounds around the room.

It doesn’t take long before they hear the heartbeat and Santana’s relieved when Brittany grins the minute she hears it. That all goes away a few minutes later when the doctor moves the probe across her stomach and they hear the sound again.

“Ah,” the doctor says, chuckling nervously. “Well, that definitely worked.”

Brittany actually has a panic attack.

“We’ll be fine,” Santana nods, squeezing her hands and encouraging her to breathe properly. “We can do anything.”

Brittany looks up at her in terror. “Santana, there is two babies growing inside of me when there was supposed to be none.”

“Well…” Santana begins to argue.

Brittany gives her a look.

“You’re right, baby,” she says instead. “Those assholes.”

She has no idea who she’s cussing out.

Brittany looks shell-shocked and terrified for days.

Santana finally decides to tell Libby and she screams for a bit before stopping.

“What do I do?” Santana asks.

Libby sighs in worry. “You give her what she needs and that’s all you can do.”

She buys them a house close to Brittany’s school and fills it with furniture and food before she shows it to Brittany.

Brittany cries and kisses her desperately before taking her right there in the doorway. It happens so quickly that Santana barely gets time to close the door.

It’s the calmest and happiest Santana’s seen her for ages and when they’re naked and tangled up together, she strokes her hand over Brittany’s stomach and sighs.

“I really want to marry you,” she admits quietly.

Brittany kisses her knowingly. “I know,” she whispers. “Not yet.”

They go to New York to tell their friends and they all have the audacity to tell them they think they’re being stupid.

“You’re about to start your internship!” Quinn shouts as Henry runs around their table and Walker spits up over her shoulder. “Brittany hasn’t even finished her PhD!”

Rachel slaps the table disbelievingly and shakes her head. “What on earth were you thinking?!”

Bobby doesn’t say anything; he just holds his head in his hands.

Santana scoffs and holds Brittany’s hand protectively. “You know what? Screw you, assholes. Like you’re any better. Quinn, you’d barely graduated college before you were married and popping out your first kid. Now you’re already on your second. Bobby, you don’t even have a fucking job and Berry, you’re just a jealous dumbass.”

“But you’re not ready,” Rachel says, reaching to take Santana’s hand. “Surely you must see that…”

It’s Brittany that stands up first; pushing the table back to get up and making everyone jump.

“D’you know what? You guys don’t know anything,” she says as tears stream down her cheeks. “If there’s anyone I know better equipped and capable of doing this it’s Santana and I. Sure, this was abrupt and it was a complete shitstorm how it happened but we went into this knowing what we wanted. This wasn’t a mistake like all your kids and Finn and Tina’s have been—it was the best and wildest dream that came true because we deserved it—and you guys don’t know how lucky you are that you can do this naturally. You don’t know how lucky you are to be able to make mistakes. You don’t have to worry about second parent adoption and the law and all fucking kinds of bullshit so don’t tell us we’re not ready because we are.”

Santana stares up at her in shock and relief.

“Fuck you,” she says before she leaves the table.

She finds her exactly where she thought she would, sitting in front of the sea lions at the Central Park zoo.

“You okay?” she asks, barely getting out the words before Brittany’s kissing her fiercely.

“Thank you,” Brittany whimpers against her lips. “Thank you.”

Santana takes the kisses happily. “What did I do now?”

Brittany smiles and wipes lipstick from her face. “What you always do. You knew exactly what I wanted before I even knew it.” Santana frowns and Brittany shrugs. “I’ve been walking around for weeks not feeling sure about this and then I sat there and listened to all our friends telling us that we’re doing wrong thing and I just—that’s our babies they’re talking about, Santana. That’s our family.”

Santana grins and her eyes sparkle. “I know.”

Brittany’s breath hitches in her throat. “We’re going to have a family,” she chokes in disbelief.

Santana nods. “All I need is a wife.”

Brittany chuckles. “Not yet,” she whispers.

Santana sighs in disappointment. “But they’re so close to—”

Brittany quiets her with a kiss.

“Not yet,” she repeats.

Santana pouts. “Fine.”

Brittany gets big but Santana loves watching her fall more and more in love with her bump. The doctor calls them a miracle as every single participant in the trial continues to get negative results while Brittany has two babies growing inside of her.

Santana drives her to Key West almost every weekend, just because she likes the way the dolphins get excited when they see her. She says it makes the babies move more and it’s a couple of weeks before Santana feels it too but when she does it’s the best thing in the world.

It makes her more anxious to be Brittany’s wife and with each day she wishes more and more that everyone would just wake up. She hates knowing that her babies are going to be born and she’ll have no legal right to them. She hates this state for being so far behind so many others. She hates knowing that if they were in any other hospital in the state, they could turn her around and not let her be involved. She hates that she and Brittany are so legally apart when they’re so very much together.

“I love you, mama,” Brittany whispers knowingly, lifting Santana’s hand to her stomach.

It makes Santana feel overwhelmed.

“I love you, too,” she whispers and it makes them both smile when the babies kick.

It happens, unexpectedly, on a way too hot day in August.

Santana’s been working at the health center since May and she’s long since become used to juggling a family medicine residency and a pregnant girlfriend in her third trimester when Janice at the front desk calls her name.

It fills her with dread because she’s already got three patient charts in her hands.

“Sweetie, did you see the news?”

Santana huffs breathlessly and sweeps her sweat-damp hair from her face. “I didn’t really have the time,” she says as kindly as she can because Janice is the nicest woman she’s ever met.

Janice quickly takes the charts from her and sets them on the desk. It confuses Santana who doesn’t argue when Janice takes her hand and leads her out to the doctors’ lounge. She turns on the TV before searching for the right channel.

“My nephew Angel is gay and his mom called me to tell me,” she says instead of explaining anything.

She doesn’t really have to when she finds the news and Santana reads the ticker along the bottom. She gasps in an instant.

“Executive order,” Janice says as she reads it. “After three states found banning it unconstitutional this past week. That got us up to thirty-seven states, now. Still not Florida but it doesn’t matter because it—”

“Invalidates all state laws and makes gay marriage legal,” Santana says before she can, breathless and overwhelmed and shocked. “It gives gay people the same federal marriage rights as everyone else…”

She turns to Janice in disbelief.

“It means that Brittany can be my wife,” she tells her. “It means my babies will be my babies and no one can do anything about it.”

Janice nods and laughs. “Looks like someone’s got some proposing to do.”

Santana nods and turns quickly on her heels, grabbing her purse from her cubby before whisking back into the waiting area with determination in her bones.

She stops the minute she gets there and sees Brittany stood looking at her. Her bump is huge, her summer dress cute but damp with sweat. Her blonde hair sticks to her forehead and she’s panting desperately in a way that makes Santana panic. She steps towards her quickly but Brittany shakes her head and struggles until she’s on her knees and holding out a blue velvet box.

“Marry me,” she doesn’t ask so much as states. “Marry me, Santana.”

Santana laughs in shock as everyone in the room gasps. She drops to her knees in front of Brittany and rests her hands on either side of her bump before pressing their foreheads together as best she can.

“Duh,” she whispers, glad when Brittany giggles and reaches for her face.

They kiss and everyone applauds when Brittany slips a ring onto Santana’s finger. A few camera flashes go off but neither of them pays any attention.

“We’re so fucking backward,” Santana chuckles as Brittany smiles.

“Not really,” she says. “We’ve been waiting twenty years for this.”

Santana laughs again and kisses Brittany deeply until she pulls away with a hiss and a groan. It makes her pause with worry.

“Britt?”

Brittany struggles to laugh around another wince as her hands fall to press against Santana’s on her bump.

“Well, that was good timing,” she hisses.

Santana gasps and begins to panic. “Britt, are you—”

“Fuck!” Brittany cuts through her with a groan.

“Oh shit,” Santana yelps. “Someone call an ambulance!”

There’s an army of doctors, just in case, but Brittany doesn’t let them in the room in favor of having their normal doctor and Santana assisting her in the birthing pool.

She isn’t very loud but she swears a lot for someone who still insists that she hates it. She clings Santana to her and Santana’s so happy when Libby arrives, kissing them both on the forehead before she’s rolling up her shirtsleeves.

“You made it,” Santana finds herself crying in relief. There are already tears shining in Libby’s eyes.

She grins and a million things flash in her expression making her look just a little bit less like a woman who’s still waiting.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It lasts for hours but Santana doesn’t care when Libby is keeping the pool at a constant temperature and Brittany is calm and coping in her arms.

No one says a word when Brittany pushes and the room is quiet and calm until Libby’s helping to bring a small person through the surface of the water. The silence is broken with a tiny cry and Santana finds herself sobbing silently as Brittany whimpers happily at the person being laid against her chest.

“It’s a girl,” Libby tells them with a grin. They both laugh in response and don’t argue when the doctor takes their daughter to check her over because Brittany’s breathing sharply again and reaching for Santana’s hands.

Not long later, Brittany’s groaning out her first sharp scream since they arrived as Libby guides another human from her and up onto her chest.

She laughs and shakes her head at them both as Brittany pants for breath.

“Another girl,” she chuckles.

Brittany and Santana don’t say anything. They kiss tearfully instead.

Their doctor says that both of their daughters look perfectly healthy and Santana can’t help but agree when she’s got Brittany cradled between her legs and two babies are cuddled to her naked chest, already feeding. One of them has dark, curly hair and the other has just a cute blonde tuft. They both have perfect bow lips and baby dark eyes.

Libby coos at them like the proud grandma she is.

“What are their names?” she asks innocently.

Brittany turns to look at Santana and smiles before clearing her throat. Santana doesn’t think she’s looked anymore beautiful, anymore at peace.

“This is Sunny Elizabeth,” Brittany tells her quietly, watching Libby’s eyes quickly dart up to look at them in surprise as she leans forward to kiss the baby with soft dark curls.

Santana runs her hand over the soft blonde hair of her sister. “And this is Isabella Elena,” she whispers.

Libby grins instantly and sighs in relief before reaching forward to take one baby and then the other into her arms.

“Sunny and Isabella,” she repeats, her eyes closing happily before she walks them over to the window to show them the sunrise.

When Libby softly begins humming the opening notes to the song that means so much to all of them, Santana lets out an uncontrollable sob and can’t help but wish that someone else was here with them.

Except, when the sun comes beaming over the horizon and illuminates the room, she can’t help but think she already is.

“Good morning, Elena,” Brittany whispers knowingly against her cheek.

Santana laughs and surges with uncontrollable pride.

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