Miracles [1/2]
Title: Miracles [1/2]
Pairings: Santana/Brittany, side Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG
Length: ~2,400/~5,000
Summary: The arrival of Santana and Brittany's second child.
Author's Note: Puppy-verse. I've been itching to post this for weeks. Longer A/N at the very end.
Preceded by:
Puppy | My Girl(s) | Perfection | Decisions | Baby Love
Baby Love 2 | Slushies: The Next Generation | Little Gold Stars
Change | Baby Just Say Yes | (Not Quite) Nine Months
Double Trouble | Bigger is Better
Directory | Timeline | Original Character Bios
--November 4, 2025 - November 5, 2025 --
Aside from the morning sickness, digestive issues, heartburn, ankle swelling, back pain, occasional dizziness, and weight gain, Santana didn’t really mind being pregnant. Okay, that was a lie. She wasn’t all that fond of it. But she was doing it for her and Brittany and because she honestly wanted to. There were worse things she could go through and she knew it would all be worth it in the end when the baby joined their family.
Life was fantastic at the moment, people still needed business lawyers so Santana was secure in her job, Brittany’s dance studio was doing great, Joshua was healthy and happy, and they loved their new house and the neighborhood (even if Rachel did break Santana’s ‘no coming over unannounced’ rule on a weekly basis), and Santana had just hit her twenty-ninth week which meant they were a little closer to their new addition. Everything was fine until it wasn’t.
Santana was in her office going through a few cases when the pain in her abdomen hit and she nearly doubled over. She yelled for her assistant and the intern came running.
“Something’s wrong,” the Latina gasped.
Santana was in the emergency room less than fifteen minutes and two more pains later via ambulance and completely panicking at the word “contractions” that the doctor kept repeating to her. She was hooked up to heart monitors and fetal monitors and God knows what other kind of monitors and she signed something and there was another pain and then there was a syringe of something that was pushed into the IV line and then there was no more pain. She still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but the one thing she did know is that she wanted, no, she needed Brittany.
Brittany was there five minutes later with Joshua on her hip and a promise from Quinn that the other blonde would be there as soon as she could be. Once Brittany got there Santana calmed down and kept her cool and smiled at the blonde and assured her that everything would be okay just as long as she was there. When Quinn called that she was in the parking lot waiting, Brittany hurried out to hand over Joshua and the doctor came in.
“Mrs. Lopez,” the tall, thin man said as he flipped through Santana’s chart, “your baby is okay, all of his vital signs are normal. It’s you we’re worried about right now. I’ve put in a call to your OB/GYN and she’ll be here as soon as she can.”
Ignoring the fact that the doctor just told her the sex of the baby even though she didn’t want to know it, Santana shook her head.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You were having contractions, very strong contractions. They were most definitely not Braxton-Hicks. The medicine we gave you earlier seems to have stopped them but it might not be enough in the long run. There are experimental drugs out there but they have shown to have some very costly side effects and quite honestly, I don’t like using them. The other option would be to deliver.”
Santana's jaw dropped and she wrapped her arms protectively around her baby bump. “Deliver? Are you insane? Who the hell gave you a medical license!? I’m only at twenty-nine weeks, you quack! This kid will come on its due date, period.”
“Mrs. Lopez, the survival rate at twenty-nine weeks is quite significant.”
“Not as high as forty weeks.”
The doctor sighed. “We will keep you overnight but if you go into labor again or either of your vital signs changes then I am going to insist that you deliver and I am sure your regular doctor will feel the same.”
Brittany came back into the room with a small smile on her face and she carefully sat down on the bed next to Santana and put one hand on the Latina’s stomach and the other on her neck.
“You’ll be okay, won’t you?”
“Of course I will, B,” Santana assured her, plastering on a brave smile to hide her panic. “You’re here, I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll get the paperwork you need to sign in order to be admitted upstairs,” the doctor said before he left.
“It’s just a precaution," Santana said when Brittany gasped. "They're just doing what the rules say they have to do.” Santana smiled. “Don’t you worry at all, okay?”
Brittany lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her wife and Santana did the same, holding on tight and pressing a kiss to Brittany’s shoulder letting a few tears slip out.
“Quinn says to call if we need anything,” Brittany whispered.
Santana was taken up to the maternity ward, Brittany stayed by her side all evening until Quinn called to make sure everything was alright and Santana sent Brittany down to get dinner since the blonde hadn’t eaten.
“S, what’s going on?”
“I had a few contractions. The baby is fine.”
“What about you, though?”
“I feel fine, Q. Tired, but fine.”
“Santana…”
“If it happens again I have to deliver,” Santana said quietly. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes and sniffled. “I’m kind of like…petrified.”
“How much have you told B?”
“She knows about the contractions but I told her I would be fine. I don’t want her to worry.”
“San, we’re not in high school anymore. This isn’t like the time you told her that her goldfish was sleeping and then replaced it with a new one. You have to tell her. She can handle it.”
Brittany bounced back into the room and Santana gave a weak smile. “Okay, Q. I’ll call you if anything happens.”
Santana hung up the phone and patted the space next to her on the bed, Brittany eagerly slipped in beside her and smiled.
“We need to talk about something, B.”
“Hm?”
“If I have the contractions again…they can’t give me anymore medicine. Well, they could…but they don’t want to because it could hurt me or hurt the baby. If that happens then the baby will have to come.”
Brittany furrowed her eyebrows. “But it’s not time yet.”
“I know that, B. Sometimes it just happens though. Joshua was early, remember?”
Brittany nodded. “But it won’t happen, right? It's way too early, the baby can't come now. You told me you would be fine.”
“B, I don't know what's going to happen, okay? I know it's way too early but we just have to wait and see.”
The blonde snuggled closer to her wife and wrapped her arms around the Latina and kissed the top of her head. Santana curled into her and buried her face into Brittany’s shoulder.
“I’m scared, S.”
“Me too,” Santana whispered. “Me too.”
“I’m gonna be strong. You were strong for me lots of times. It’s my turn.”
Brittany’s strength was put to the ultimate test when, at three in the morning, Santana woke up clutching her stomach and yelling to make the pain stop. The blonde scrambled out of the bed and punched the page button on the wall even though Santana’s yell had sent three nurses and the doctor running in. Santana relaxed back against the bed and gasped for air when the pain stopped but every screen she was attached to was beeping and flashing, Brittany grabbed onto Santana’s hand and shook.
“Mrs. Lopez…”
“Please, is there anything at all you can do?”
The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry but we have to do a Caesarean now. His vital signs are dropping. You need to sign this and we’ll get you to the operating room.” He held out a clipboard and a pen and Santana shakily took it and scribbled her name on the line.
Brittany was taken to scrub up and she was waiting for Santana in the brightly lit room when she was brought in. The blonde took Santana’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“You’ll be okay,” Brittany whispered.
Santana nodded. “I love you, B.” The Latina stared straight up at the ceiling attempting to hold back her tears. She occasionally glanced over at Brittany who was peering around the curtain watching the doctor’s every move.
“It’s a boy, time of birth three twenty-eight,” the doctor said. There was silence aside from the murmurs of the nurses and the steady beep of the monitors.
“Cry,” Santana choked. “Please, God, just make him cry…”
Santana turned her head and caught sight of the extremely small baby being carried by one of the nurses and then surrounded by other nurses. Brittany squeezed her hand, the blonde’s eyes were focused on the exact same place Santana’s were.
“Can you see anything, B?”
Brittany shook her head. “How come he’s not crying?”
“I-I don’t know.”
The seconds turned into a minute, one minute turned into two and just when Santana had almost given up, there it was. A high pitched cry from the corner of the room followed by a gasp and then another cry, and another. Brittany turned back to Santana and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the Latina sobbed and gripped onto her wife's hand with every ounce of strength she had as they listened to their son.
“They have to take him up to the neo-natal intensive care unit,” a nurse said. “You’ll see him as soon as possible but it might be a few hours.”
Santana nodded and Brittany kissed the back of her hand she still had a death grip on. Santana went into recovery and she sent Brittany out to call their parents and Quinn and Rachel. Santana sat staring off into space until Brittany returned and carefully scooted in next to the Latina.
“My parents are going to leave in the morning. Your mom is going to drive to Columbus and get on the next flight she can. Rachel said to let them know if we need anything.”
Santana nodded. She dozed off and was completely unaware of being taken back to the maternity ward. She woke up to Brittany nudging her awake and her regular doctor standing over her with a weak smile.
“Good morning, Santana,” Dr. Hall, an older woman whose scrubs for the day were Mets baseball themed, said. “It’s about eight o’clock, your vital signs are good and you appear to be okay. They are going to keep you for about a week to make sure there aren’t any other complications.”
Santana nodded.
“What about the baby?” Brittany asked.
“Your son is doing as good as can be expected right now. The next forty-eight hours are critical. His lungs are very good, the best they can be. Most babies need to be on a ventilator at this age but his blood-oxygen levels show that he’ll do just fine without one for now. He’s right at two and a half pounds, fifteen inches long.”
Santana nodded again. “He’ll be okay, right? He’ll stay here a while and then we can take him home, right?”
“Right now we don’t want to look beyond the forty-eight hour mark.”
“But that other doctor said the survival rate…”
“Santana, technology can only do so much. There are some things in nature, the mother’s womb especially, that cannot be re-created. His chances are good with a strong set of lungs like he has but every single doctor will tell you that they don’t want to look too far ahead with premies. I’m not going to sugar coat it for you, things can go wrong. There can be complications.”
“But he…”
“Forty-eight hours, Santana. We make it to that and then we’ll start talking about long term.”
Santana nodded again and snuggled in close to Brittany.
“When can we see him?” the blonde asked.
“I’ll get an orderly up here to take you to the NICU in a little while.”
Santana nodded again and clung to Brittany. They sat together in silence until an orderly with a wheelchair came in and helped Santana into it and led the way. The pair had to put on gowns and shoe covers and scrub their hands. Normally Santana would’ve complained about the soap making her hands dry but she was in no mood to complain about anything at the moment. The orderly wheeled Santana into the NICU, there were already parents there holding their tiny infants and Santana looked around at the rows of incubators and reached for Brittany. The blonde took her hand and the orderly stopped in front of one of the plastic boxes with a bright light hovering over it. A nurse hurried over to meet them and greeted the pair with a smile and a chair, Brittany scooted it close to Santana and sat down.
Santana peered up into the incubator and immediately looked away.
“It can be scary at first,” the young blonde nurse in pink Mickey Mouse scrubs said. “It’s a lot to take in. My name is Lacy, I’m his morning and early afternoon nurse. If you have any questions or need anything just ask.”
“What’s that up his nose?” Brittany asked. “And why did you cover his eyes like that?”
“That goes directly into his stomach for feeding. He’s on formula right now but if you were planning on breastfeeding then your nurse will help you with the pump later.” Lacy gestured to the bright light above the incubator. “His eyes are covered so they’re not damaged by the light we use to help combat jaundice and it provides heat to keep him warm. Have you chosen a name?”
Santana shook her head, eyes focused on her lap. “He’s eleven weeks early,” she mumbled. “We thought we had time.”
“That’s usually the situation in here.” Lacy smiled. “If there’s anything you need then come find me.”
Santana and Brittany both nodded and Brittany said a quiet “thank you”.
Santana tried again to look into the incubator. She twitched and choked back a sob. The baby was tiny, nothing but skin and bones, and he looked so much different than when Brittany had Joshua. There were wires attached to pads on his chest and then there was the feeding tube up his nose and his covered eyes and he didn’t look at all like the healthy newborn Santana had imagined that they would be bringing home.
“B…” Santana choked. “B…”
Brittany nodded and kissed the back of Santana’s hand. “I know.”
Santana swallowed hard and watched the rapid rising and falling of her son’s chest and for the first time in her life she felt completely and utterly helpless.
Part 2
Pairings: Santana/Brittany, side Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG
Length: ~2,400/~5,000
Summary: The arrival of Santana and Brittany's second child.
Author's Note: Puppy-verse. I've been itching to post this for weeks. Longer A/N at the very end.
Preceded by:
Puppy | My Girl(s) | Perfection | Decisions | Baby Love
Baby Love 2 | Slushies: The Next Generation | Little Gold Stars
Change | Baby Just Say Yes | (Not Quite) Nine Months
Double Trouble | Bigger is Better
Directory | Timeline | Original Character Bios
--November 4, 2025 - November 5, 2025 --
Aside from the morning sickness, digestive issues, heartburn, ankle swelling, back pain, occasional dizziness, and weight gain, Santana didn’t really mind being pregnant. Okay, that was a lie. She wasn’t all that fond of it. But she was doing it for her and Brittany and because she honestly wanted to. There were worse things she could go through and she knew it would all be worth it in the end when the baby joined their family.
Life was fantastic at the moment, people still needed business lawyers so Santana was secure in her job, Brittany’s dance studio was doing great, Joshua was healthy and happy, and they loved their new house and the neighborhood (even if Rachel did break Santana’s ‘no coming over unannounced’ rule on a weekly basis), and Santana had just hit her twenty-ninth week which meant they were a little closer to their new addition. Everything was fine until it wasn’t.
Santana was in her office going through a few cases when the pain in her abdomen hit and she nearly doubled over. She yelled for her assistant and the intern came running.
“Something’s wrong,” the Latina gasped.
Santana was in the emergency room less than fifteen minutes and two more pains later via ambulance and completely panicking at the word “contractions” that the doctor kept repeating to her. She was hooked up to heart monitors and fetal monitors and God knows what other kind of monitors and she signed something and there was another pain and then there was a syringe of something that was pushed into the IV line and then there was no more pain. She still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but the one thing she did know is that she wanted, no, she needed Brittany.
Brittany was there five minutes later with Joshua on her hip and a promise from Quinn that the other blonde would be there as soon as she could be. Once Brittany got there Santana calmed down and kept her cool and smiled at the blonde and assured her that everything would be okay just as long as she was there. When Quinn called that she was in the parking lot waiting, Brittany hurried out to hand over Joshua and the doctor came in.
“Mrs. Lopez,” the tall, thin man said as he flipped through Santana’s chart, “your baby is okay, all of his vital signs are normal. It’s you we’re worried about right now. I’ve put in a call to your OB/GYN and she’ll be here as soon as she can.”
Ignoring the fact that the doctor just told her the sex of the baby even though she didn’t want to know it, Santana shook her head.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You were having contractions, very strong contractions. They were most definitely not Braxton-Hicks. The medicine we gave you earlier seems to have stopped them but it might not be enough in the long run. There are experimental drugs out there but they have shown to have some very costly side effects and quite honestly, I don’t like using them. The other option would be to deliver.”
Santana's jaw dropped and she wrapped her arms protectively around her baby bump. “Deliver? Are you insane? Who the hell gave you a medical license!? I’m only at twenty-nine weeks, you quack! This kid will come on its due date, period.”
“Mrs. Lopez, the survival rate at twenty-nine weeks is quite significant.”
“Not as high as forty weeks.”
The doctor sighed. “We will keep you overnight but if you go into labor again or either of your vital signs changes then I am going to insist that you deliver and I am sure your regular doctor will feel the same.”
Brittany came back into the room with a small smile on her face and she carefully sat down on the bed next to Santana and put one hand on the Latina’s stomach and the other on her neck.
“You’ll be okay, won’t you?”
“Of course I will, B,” Santana assured her, plastering on a brave smile to hide her panic. “You’re here, I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll get the paperwork you need to sign in order to be admitted upstairs,” the doctor said before he left.
“It’s just a precaution," Santana said when Brittany gasped. "They're just doing what the rules say they have to do.” Santana smiled. “Don’t you worry at all, okay?”
Brittany lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her wife and Santana did the same, holding on tight and pressing a kiss to Brittany’s shoulder letting a few tears slip out.
“Quinn says to call if we need anything,” Brittany whispered.
Santana was taken up to the maternity ward, Brittany stayed by her side all evening until Quinn called to make sure everything was alright and Santana sent Brittany down to get dinner since the blonde hadn’t eaten.
“S, what’s going on?”
“I had a few contractions. The baby is fine.”
“What about you, though?”
“I feel fine, Q. Tired, but fine.”
“Santana…”
“If it happens again I have to deliver,” Santana said quietly. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes and sniffled. “I’m kind of like…petrified.”
“How much have you told B?”
“She knows about the contractions but I told her I would be fine. I don’t want her to worry.”
“San, we’re not in high school anymore. This isn’t like the time you told her that her goldfish was sleeping and then replaced it with a new one. You have to tell her. She can handle it.”
Brittany bounced back into the room and Santana gave a weak smile. “Okay, Q. I’ll call you if anything happens.”
Santana hung up the phone and patted the space next to her on the bed, Brittany eagerly slipped in beside her and smiled.
“We need to talk about something, B.”
“Hm?”
“If I have the contractions again…they can’t give me anymore medicine. Well, they could…but they don’t want to because it could hurt me or hurt the baby. If that happens then the baby will have to come.”
Brittany furrowed her eyebrows. “But it’s not time yet.”
“I know that, B. Sometimes it just happens though. Joshua was early, remember?”
Brittany nodded. “But it won’t happen, right? It's way too early, the baby can't come now. You told me you would be fine.”
“B, I don't know what's going to happen, okay? I know it's way too early but we just have to wait and see.”
The blonde snuggled closer to her wife and wrapped her arms around the Latina and kissed the top of her head. Santana curled into her and buried her face into Brittany’s shoulder.
“I’m scared, S.”
“Me too,” Santana whispered. “Me too.”
“I’m gonna be strong. You were strong for me lots of times. It’s my turn.”
Brittany’s strength was put to the ultimate test when, at three in the morning, Santana woke up clutching her stomach and yelling to make the pain stop. The blonde scrambled out of the bed and punched the page button on the wall even though Santana’s yell had sent three nurses and the doctor running in. Santana relaxed back against the bed and gasped for air when the pain stopped but every screen she was attached to was beeping and flashing, Brittany grabbed onto Santana’s hand and shook.
“Mrs. Lopez…”
“Please, is there anything at all you can do?”
The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry but we have to do a Caesarean now. His vital signs are dropping. You need to sign this and we’ll get you to the operating room.” He held out a clipboard and a pen and Santana shakily took it and scribbled her name on the line.
Brittany was taken to scrub up and she was waiting for Santana in the brightly lit room when she was brought in. The blonde took Santana’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“You’ll be okay,” Brittany whispered.
Santana nodded. “I love you, B.” The Latina stared straight up at the ceiling attempting to hold back her tears. She occasionally glanced over at Brittany who was peering around the curtain watching the doctor’s every move.
“It’s a boy, time of birth three twenty-eight,” the doctor said. There was silence aside from the murmurs of the nurses and the steady beep of the monitors.
“Cry,” Santana choked. “Please, God, just make him cry…”
Santana turned her head and caught sight of the extremely small baby being carried by one of the nurses and then surrounded by other nurses. Brittany squeezed her hand, the blonde’s eyes were focused on the exact same place Santana’s were.
“Can you see anything, B?”
Brittany shook her head. “How come he’s not crying?”
“I-I don’t know.”
The seconds turned into a minute, one minute turned into two and just when Santana had almost given up, there it was. A high pitched cry from the corner of the room followed by a gasp and then another cry, and another. Brittany turned back to Santana and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the Latina sobbed and gripped onto her wife's hand with every ounce of strength she had as they listened to their son.
“They have to take him up to the neo-natal intensive care unit,” a nurse said. “You’ll see him as soon as possible but it might be a few hours.”
Santana nodded and Brittany kissed the back of her hand she still had a death grip on. Santana went into recovery and she sent Brittany out to call their parents and Quinn and Rachel. Santana sat staring off into space until Brittany returned and carefully scooted in next to the Latina.
“My parents are going to leave in the morning. Your mom is going to drive to Columbus and get on the next flight she can. Rachel said to let them know if we need anything.”
Santana nodded. She dozed off and was completely unaware of being taken back to the maternity ward. She woke up to Brittany nudging her awake and her regular doctor standing over her with a weak smile.
“Good morning, Santana,” Dr. Hall, an older woman whose scrubs for the day were Mets baseball themed, said. “It’s about eight o’clock, your vital signs are good and you appear to be okay. They are going to keep you for about a week to make sure there aren’t any other complications.”
Santana nodded.
“What about the baby?” Brittany asked.
“Your son is doing as good as can be expected right now. The next forty-eight hours are critical. His lungs are very good, the best they can be. Most babies need to be on a ventilator at this age but his blood-oxygen levels show that he’ll do just fine without one for now. He’s right at two and a half pounds, fifteen inches long.”
Santana nodded again. “He’ll be okay, right? He’ll stay here a while and then we can take him home, right?”
“Right now we don’t want to look beyond the forty-eight hour mark.”
“But that other doctor said the survival rate…”
“Santana, technology can only do so much. There are some things in nature, the mother’s womb especially, that cannot be re-created. His chances are good with a strong set of lungs like he has but every single doctor will tell you that they don’t want to look too far ahead with premies. I’m not going to sugar coat it for you, things can go wrong. There can be complications.”
“But he…”
“Forty-eight hours, Santana. We make it to that and then we’ll start talking about long term.”
Santana nodded again and snuggled in close to Brittany.
“When can we see him?” the blonde asked.
“I’ll get an orderly up here to take you to the NICU in a little while.”
Santana nodded again and clung to Brittany. They sat together in silence until an orderly with a wheelchair came in and helped Santana into it and led the way. The pair had to put on gowns and shoe covers and scrub their hands. Normally Santana would’ve complained about the soap making her hands dry but she was in no mood to complain about anything at the moment. The orderly wheeled Santana into the NICU, there were already parents there holding their tiny infants and Santana looked around at the rows of incubators and reached for Brittany. The blonde took her hand and the orderly stopped in front of one of the plastic boxes with a bright light hovering over it. A nurse hurried over to meet them and greeted the pair with a smile and a chair, Brittany scooted it close to Santana and sat down.
Santana peered up into the incubator and immediately looked away.
“It can be scary at first,” the young blonde nurse in pink Mickey Mouse scrubs said. “It’s a lot to take in. My name is Lacy, I’m his morning and early afternoon nurse. If you have any questions or need anything just ask.”
“What’s that up his nose?” Brittany asked. “And why did you cover his eyes like that?”
“That goes directly into his stomach for feeding. He’s on formula right now but if you were planning on breastfeeding then your nurse will help you with the pump later.” Lacy gestured to the bright light above the incubator. “His eyes are covered so they’re not damaged by the light we use to help combat jaundice and it provides heat to keep him warm. Have you chosen a name?”
Santana shook her head, eyes focused on her lap. “He’s eleven weeks early,” she mumbled. “We thought we had time.”
“That’s usually the situation in here.” Lacy smiled. “If there’s anything you need then come find me.”
Santana and Brittany both nodded and Brittany said a quiet “thank you”.
Santana tried again to look into the incubator. She twitched and choked back a sob. The baby was tiny, nothing but skin and bones, and he looked so much different than when Brittany had Joshua. There were wires attached to pads on his chest and then there was the feeding tube up his nose and his covered eyes and he didn’t look at all like the healthy newborn Santana had imagined that they would be bringing home.
“B…” Santana choked. “B…”
Brittany nodded and kissed the back of Santana’s hand. “I know.”
Santana swallowed hard and watched the rapid rising and falling of her son’s chest and for the first time in her life she felt completely and utterly helpless.
Part 2