Chris's pov.
"Do you really have to go? You don't have to work anymore like I'll take care of you and our bun." I say to Santana as i wrap my arms around her. She came back a couple of days ago, and now she wants to go work like calm down woman carrying precious cargo. The thing with Britt was well she got into MIT like Britt ?
"Chris, I'm 7 weeks pregnant, not 7 months, now calm your tits." Santana says, and I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but still, I can take care of you and the bun." I say, and she slaps my shoulder.
"Stop saying bun." Santana says, and I peck her nose. "Well, I did put a bun in your oven." I say, and I guess those were the wrong words as she's sending me her famous Santana look.
"Keep saying stuff like that, and you'll never have to worry about making a second one." Santana says, and I gulp down as my hands instinctively move in front of my member.
"You would miss it too much." I say, but she just raises her brow at me. "Alright, fine, but if you're not feeling well, you call me, and I'm picking you up. If anyone and I mean anyone I touching you in a weird way. Well, better not call me before I end up in jail." I say with a roll of my eyes.
"We will be fine, and if not, auntie snixx will make a appearance." Santana says as she wraps her arms around my neck. "I'll make dinner for when you come back, so just tell me what you would love to eat." I say, and I feel her hand trial down my body.
"Maybe I'll have you for dinner." Santana whispes in my ear before walking away from me, and I swear she's swaing her hips on purpose.
"You're a tease, Lopez!" I yell after her as she walks out of our apartment.
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"Let's get some candles, burnin'
And some records turnin'
All the lights down low
Take it nice and slow
The way your body's movin'
Keep doin'' what you're doin'" I sing along as I'm cooking the salmon, tonight for dinner is salmon rice bowls. Like I saw this recipe, and Santana is allowed to eat everything in it.
"To me all night long
Writin' our love song
Girl, I want it. I gotta have it
Let the passion take us to a higher place
Makin' the kind of love we make, " I sing along as I use the wooden spoon as a mic, but when I turn around, my eyes widen.
"Aren't you looking all sexy." Santana says with a smirk as she walks over and pecks my lips. "This smells amazing." Rachel says as she sits down on one of the stools.
"Well, thank you. I'm an amazing cook." I say as I turn the music down. "Don't let it get to your head." Santana says as she grabs a water bottle out of the fridge.
"So ladies, how was work?" I ask them as I continue to get dinner ready. "It was alright the people from the musical where there." Rachel says, and I raise my brow.
"Did you get the part?" I ask her, and she shakes her head. "They aren't sure yet, but I don't know they said I was too young and not enough experience." Rachel breaths out.
"Well, you're Rachel Berry, and one way or another, you'll stand on that stage." I say with a smile as I finish making the bowls
"Here, eat." I say to Santana as I hand her one of the bowls. "Thank you." She says as she pecks my lips and sits down next to Rachel.
"Do you want anything?" I ask Rachel, who shakes her head, alright more for me. "How was your day?" Santana asks me, and I give her a shrug. "Went on a jog with King, someone asked for my autograph like wtf?" I start like fr I was like whut?!
"Your songs are doing great. My dad's called me saying they heard it on the radio." Rachel says and Well, that's true. Some stations have been playing my songs. It makes me happy that people enjoy my music, but with Santana being pregnant, I really don't wanna start doing concerts or tours. I jauf wanna be around her.
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FanfictionChristopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company. He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his...
