Santana and Brittany had moved to San Francisco two maybe three years ago after living in New York for some time. Of course Brittany taught dance and Santana had just made junior partner at the biggest law firm in the city.
The two had just gotten married before they moved to the West Coast. Her father told her the three biggest things in a relationship is one; getting married, two; having children, and three; being great parents.
They couldn't do number three if they were unsuccessful with number two four times. Brittany had carried their first baby for only ten weeks before she had a miscarriage, the second time around Santana gave it a try and they didn't get pregnant at all, six months after they had married Brittany wanted to try again. She wanted herself a baby no matter what had to happen. But just like the other two times they were yet again unsuccessful, months and months of hormone treatment so they could try a fourth time it worked Brittany had carried their baby for six whole months until she had a miscarriage again.
Seeing how draining this was becoming for her wife Santana put an end to the whole process. It took them a while to get over it but they did and then they moved on with their lives.
"San I think we should get a dog?" Brittany said running her hands through thick black locks.
Santana raised an eyebrow at her wife. "Why should we get a dog we already have six fish, in the tank?"
"Well because we have this huge house and all this extra space. Two people don't need a three bedroom house." She stated like it was more obvious than anything in the world.
"Hey maybe we should get two dogs then we'll have all the room filled."
"Seriously?" Brittany was so excited.
"No." sarcasm was Santana's first language.
Brittany pushed Santana out of her lap then ran up the stairs. She knew how easily her wife's feeling could get hurt, she didn't mean to upset brittany God and everybody else knew she would kill herself before she would hurt Brittany's feelings.
"Babe come on don't be a-"
She was cut off by the doorbell. She went downstairs to the front door and there it was. Like clockwork, like someone had been listening to their conversation.
"Brittany, brittany!" she was just staring at it. She could hear her wife tell her to go to hell from the hallway. "Brittany seriously babe, come down here?" she could hear her wife thumping down the stairs.
"What do you – oh my god Santana is that a baby?" Santana was just staring at the little girl in the basket wrapped tightly in a purple blanket, with ducks on it.
"Where – where did she- oh my God. Where did she come from?" Brittany asked grabbing the baby off the front step and bringing her into the living room.
"I don't know B, the doorbell rang then she was just – there!" the diaper bag was filled with clothes bottle and a can of formula the baby looked well taken care of, she was clean, her diaper was just a little wet.
"Call Quinn maybe she can tell us what to do." Brittany told her handing her the house phone.
There was no answer just the voice mail.
"Hi you've reached Quinn, Rachel and Andy Fabray were, not home right now so please leave a message and we'll get back to you later by!" Santana rolled her eyes as she listen to Rachel and Quinn speak in unisons.
"Uh Quinn, Rachel one of you guys. Somebody left their baby on my doorstep. Call me when you can buy."
When Santana hung up she saw her wife over in the kitchen bouncing the baby on her hip taking to her. She knew they had to give this baby away before Brittany got too attached to her. She knew her wife had wanted kids for the last five years and after so many unsuccessful pregnancies she was finally getting a baby she shouldn't take that from her, she couldn't take that from her.
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