"Santana! Come on!" Brittany whined from the driver seat of their Land Rover. Being the perfect wife that she was, Brittany already had Santana's stuff packed in the car, as well as an array of snacks for both them and their daughter to enjoy over the 5 hour drive.
"Come in Mommy!" Addie copied what her mama was yelling, smiling as Brittany reached back to high five their little girl.
"Brittany Susan Lopez-Pierce, I'm six months pregnant and you expect me to be able to hurry?!" Santana growled a little before she realised that she'd let snix show for the first time in a while since she was super hormonal.
"Mama. Yelling is rude." Adelaide whined and Santana nodded apologetically, handing her three year old daughter the stuffed fairy doll, named pixie, that she'd forgotten at home.
"I would've been quicker, pumpkin, but you forgot Pixie in your room!" Santana pinched her cheeks before checking her little one's seatbelt.
"Pixie!" She shrieked, grabbing at her stuffed doll and cuddling it tightly. "Thank you mommy!" She smiled and Brittany started the car, ready to drive from their house in Brooklyn all the way to Quinn's house in Boston.
Addie was a little angel and fell asleep almost as soon as the car was started, just leaving Santana and Brittany awake to talk about anything and everything that crossed their minds. Santana knew that the drive wasn't going to be good for her pregnant body but the excitement of being able to see Quinn again after almost 4 months was incentive enough to endure the drive.
"Babe you're fidgeting, what's up?" Britt asked her wife, reaching over for her hand after noticing how nervous Santana actually looked.
"I've turned nice, Britt. And I'm fine with that, really I am, it makes me a good role model for Add." Santana explained a little and Britt knew exactly where this was going, they'd had this conversation a lot since Santana had called pregnant with baby number two. "It's just that people think it's okay now to come up to me and touch my bump because they think I won't kill them for it. I swear to god if one more person, that isn't you or Addie, touches my bump I'll set Snix on them." Santana finished and Brittany couldn't help but giggle at her wife's little speech.
"That went from you being nervous to you being murderous..." Brittany teased, prompting her wife to glare at her for making light of the situation.
"I seriously can't deal with people being all obsessed with my bump, I don't want Quinn's strange, rich husband to think it's okay to ever touch me." Santana complained, gaining another chuckle from her wife of 2 years.
"You know, Santana, he isn't that bad. And they have a baby together anyway now, I'm sure he'll understand if we just tell him not to touch you." Brittany reassured her a little, pulling over into a rest stop so that they could stop for lunch.
"If he comes near me then I'll still kill him." Santana compromised, agreeing to give him a chance and Brittany agreed, knowing that when they were in his company that she wouldn't dream of doing such a thing.
Brittany got out of the car, insisting on helping Santana out, even though she was still fully capable of doing things for herself. Secretly, Santana loved how much her wife took care of her, it was something she never had when she was pregnant with Adelaide. She quickly stole a few kisses before she went to go and wake up their little girl for lunch, praying she wouldn't be grouchy.
"Addie, wake up sleepy head." Santana reached down and scooped the sleepy toddler up from her car seat and stroked the side of her face in an attempt to make her more awake.
"No ma. Sleepy," She mumbled, burying her face in Santana's neck. Brittany smiled at the whole ordeal, coming over to try her tricks to wake up the tiny girl.
