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 mcsteamysam  :

 magicalbrittany :

Brittany tried her best to ignore the lip comment from Sam, but the vision of those very lips on her girlfriend made her feel sick. It wasn’t as though she hated the fact that Santana had slept with other people before they met and after they broke up before,because she had too - but more so the permanent repercussions that would keep them tied together as a three. Brittany would learn a way to deal with it, but it wasn’t exactly easy.

Following Santana with Sam into the room, Brittany watched as her girlfriend hopped up on the table and took control of the situation. Brittany had been in rooms like this many, many times.. But it was never personal. At least, not in this way. She got attached to her patients and loved them, but it was easier when you knew you would be in their life for such a short period of time. This was a lifetime commitment that Brittany wasn’t ready for - especially not in a three way situation.

Deciding to keep quiet, Brittany reached out for Santana’s hand and averted her eyes. She was here for Santana  - her girlfriend. She cared that Santana was safe, happy and not at risk of complication The baby wasn’t hers and she had no emotional attachment. Looking at the scan would only further emphasize the feeling and Brittany had decided that avoiding it would be the best thing for her - let Sam has his moment with his kid - and get out of there.

Sam could feel the tension coming off Brittany as they sat down, and he made sure to move his seat quite a few feet away from her. As long as he could see the screen, and make sure Santana was okay, that was all that mattered. One day the fellow blonde would remove the abnormally large stick that was perched inside her rectal area and get over herself. “San, you could ask a little more nicely,” Sam scolded, giving the woman holding the belly goo a sympathetic smile. It wasn’t like everybody in the hospital wasn’t used to Santana’s attitude by now, though. 

He watched as the ultrasound goo was squirted onto Santana’s stomach, and he jigged his leg slightly in anticipation of seeing his baby on the monitor. Giving his friend a soft smile, he squeezed her knee and hoped Brittany wouldn’t chop off his hand. 

After what felt like hours, when it as actually mere seconds, their tiny peanut finally appeared on the screen. Not that Sam could even make out where it was until it got pointed out to him. “Wow! Would’ja look at that.” He could feel his eyes welling up with tears, and he made sure to look the other way for a moment to compose himself. He wasn’t having anyone in the room making fun of him for getting emotional. “That’s amazing. A tiny lil’ alien looking miracle.” 

Having the cold gel hit her stomach reminded Santana exactly why they were required to say that stupid little formula about it. She nearly jumped in her seat, squeezing Brittany’s hand out of pure surprise rather than the discomfort itself. Silly. However that didn’t take long, because soon enough her eyes were glued to the screen. She hasn’t worked on that many babies, since their bones weren’t really so breakable until later years in life, but she still could recognize the small dot of her child on the screen.

Santana tented to be an emotional person. She cried when she was drunk. She cried when she was emotionally unstable and she definitely cried when she saw her son/daughter on the screen for the very first time. They were happy, silent tears, rolling down the caramel cheeks one after another. “I might be hormonal, Evans but if you call my child alien looking ever again I will make sure you can’t have any more of those,” she warned and pulled at Brittany’s hand out of excitement. “Look at how tiny it is!”

Three’s A Crowd || Bramtana

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 mcsteamysam:

 magicalbrittany:

Brittany felt sick. She was no stranger to these kinds of waiting rooms, having been the one on the other side of the door for the entirety of her professional career when anomalies were shown and needed diagnosing or fixing. She had never really dealt with normal pregnancies or babies. She was the one they called when things were sour, so it was difficult to put on a positive face.

To top it off, this wasn’t the situation she would have ever dreamed for herself. She had always imagined herself with a family one day, hopefully with the love of her life that was currently clasping her hand tightly. But the addition of Sam along with it happening now wasn’t part of the plan.. In any stretch of the imagination.

It was the first time the three of them had been together in quite some time, and Brittany was thankful Santana was between her and Sam. If she wasn’t, she was pretty sure there would be some kind of scrap fight going on. She could feel his presence in the room, and it only added to her sinking stomach. Though Santana loved her, they were together and she was doing her best to try and talk her around to the idea of family, Brittany still felt like an outsider. The fact that Sam had given her something she would never be able to, nor measure up to him in that way, was intoxicating.

With the nurse calling them, Brittany snapped out of her haze and let Santana pull her onto her feet, forcing a smile on her face. She wasn’t sure why she tried, because Santana knew she wasn’t exactly excited for this. She had tried to get attached to the baby.. She really did, but she just found it impossible. She loved Santana and would care for her unconditionally, no matter what, and hoped that maybe seeing it would spark something up in her.

The day Sam had been waiting for was finally here. Today he was going to get to see the little life he made on the big screen. Okay, well, maybe not a big screen, but a screen nevertheless. The only problem in his perfect day was Brittany. It was always Brittany lately. Sam could barely remember the times when they got along. Now all his memories of them together, were them fighting and cursing at each other in the hospital hallways. The blonde didn’t have a problem with her, really. It was her who had one with him, which was far enough, considering he slept with the woman she loved. But Sam liked sex, and he liked Santana, so he just couldn’t help himself. Plus it took two to complete the tango of sexy love, so Brittany really should have been giving Santana a hard time, too. This was just unfair.

The tension in the room was so thick. It could have easily been cut with a knife, or a piece of cheese wire, maybe even dental floss. As Sam allowed his thoughts to wonder about various ways to cut invisible tension, the nerves in his stomach started to slowly fade away. He just wished there was a way to solve things and make everyone happy. Brittany wanted him to just disappear, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to. Santana was carrying his baby, and that was huge. There was no way he was going to walk away from his kid. The poor baby was going to have such a stressed out, tense little life if things continued this way, and that was definitely something Sam didn’t want.

When Santana was called, Sam licked his now suddenly dry lips and stood up, giving a halfhearted chuckle at Santana’s comment. “The lips aren’t going to be that bad, they’ll just be very kissable.” He glanced at Brittany, shooting her somewhat of a death stare; the kind that was supposed to be warning her to behave in the room and let things go just for those five minutes when the baby was on the screen, but the look probably just made him look like a major dick instead. Luckily she wasn’t paying him any attention, otherwise he’d have probably just caused another cock fight in the middle of the scan room. 

 Chuckling at Sam’s comment and only teeny tiny bit worried about the lack of thereof coming from her girlfriend, Santana walked inside the room with both blondes beside her. Instructed to lay on the bed just like all of them have told their patients in the past. The only difference was a confused woman across from them. It wasn’t often than a woman was accompanied by not only baby daddy but also extra person for the ultrasounds. Especially when all of them were wearing scrubs. She wished her typical glare of terror wasn’t softened by raging hormones these days, because it would’ve solved her so many problems.

Instead, the Latina rolled her eyes and jumped on the surface, ready to get this over with. Her shirt was already half way up the still-holding-on abs before she could even get an instruction to remove it. Happy memory or not, they needed to get this over with before Brittany or Sam did something stupid. “Oh yeah and before we start you do make extra copies of the ultrasounds if necessary right? I can’t be bothered to go around the hospital with a cd to get them, I have patients to look after,” she more or less told her OB/GYN with a frown instead of asking. If the woman thought she was rude, Santana had a couple of even rude-er people by her side. At least when it came to being around one another.

Three’s A Crowd || Bramtana

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Three’s A Crowd || Bramtana

Santana was living her dream.  Waiting for the very first time she’d be allowed to see her baby along with the woman she loved and her best friend. It was a blast… really, spending more than 2 minutes in the waiting room with the two was a true daydream experience. If someone was into Nightmares that was. The tension in the air was so thick she might have as well picked up her favorite scalpel and cut right in between Brittany and Sam. Sure, she wasn’t expecting a miracle when the three of them were in the same room, but she was expecting at least tad bit of maturity coming from two people who graduated med school and finished their fellowships at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the States.

By her left was Brittany, whose hand she was squeezing for all she was worth, hoping to ground her if anything were to happen between her and Sam. Speaking of which, he remained on her right and from what Santana could deduct, he was finding it hard to keep his hands away from her stomach in excitement. That would definitely cause an angry huff coming from her girlfriend’s lips and she was really hoping to avoid confrontation at all cost.

“Lopez, the doctor’s waiting for you.”

As the nurse approached their strange trio, Santana swallowed thickly and stood up. With a soft sigh, she send Brittany a small, encouraging smile and pulled her by their joined hands. At least that way the girl had no way of bailing in another direction. “C’mon. Let’s get this over with. 10 bucks say that we’ll be able to see fully formed lips on that embryo.”

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 magicalbrittany:

I guess that’s true.. I do still have patients, and my files are only growing from refferals now I’m back full time. How about I page you whenever I’m on break or just doing reviews? I’ve thought about it, and I do want that with you. Maybe I didn’t think it would happen right now, but it has.. I spend every day fixing the lives of little humans, so I do see all the bad stuff, but all the families are beautiful. I want that.. With you. If Sam is part of that, then I guess I can deal with it. I just hope he or she gets your mouth because even I can’t fix that.

You’ve got yourself a deal, Dr. Pierce. Even if your presence is wanted by everyone since you’re such a hot shot. Oh honey, haven’t you seen my luscious lips before? That infant face is going to be full of mouth either way. But he or she is going to have the most beautiful mommy out there.

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 mcsteamysam:

Well, sorry I don’t want to just step out of the kids life and pretend that he/she doesn’t exist? It might be easier for you and Brittany, but I’m not going to do it. Why shouldn’t I continue to sleep with women? It’s not as if you want to be with me, so there shouldn’t be a problem. Brittany has chosen you, which means she’s going to have to deal with me being the kids father. So no, I’m not going to give her a break. Just because she doesn’t like the fact that I’m not going to be a deadbeat dad, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to kiss her ass. I’m sure that if I walked away, she’d probably also have something to say. So I’m in a no win situation.

Okay first of all, calm down and get a pad, because bloody Thursday is coming. And second of all, I wasn’t saying it’s a bad thing. It’s a great thing and you should enjoy your freedom. Having a spare parent will give all of us at least a tiny chance at actually juggling between work, the baby and our love lives... or well sex lives in some of cases. And you’re my best friend, so I would’ve have picked anyone better for the position. (Okay, I didn’t mean for that to sound wanky.)   Stop trying to argue with her, ‘s all I’m saying. She’ll come around and I really, really don’t need this baby to be stressed every time the two of you are in the same room. My abuela used to be obsessed with those cheesy Telenovelas when I was a kid and I’m not game for living though vivid flashbacks.

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 mcsteamysam:

She shouldn’t be a bitch to me, though. It’s uncalled for and rude. So you save all the momzilla for me? Lovely. No, because it wasn’t funny.

In all fairness, you’re the one who knocked me up. Give her a damn break. You get the baby you wanted and an opportunity to keep on your man whoring ways without anyone guilt tripping you or trying to chain you up with a wedding band. She gets to share all her holidays with a guy who banged her girlfriend. It’s not exactly a fair deal. Kitty’s face was pretty funny. 

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 mcsteamysam:

I love how I’m the one getting all the crap from you, even though she’s being just as bad. It wasn’t funny.

Oh trust me, she’s getting her portion of lectures. But it’s not exactly like I can go all momzilla on her when we just got back together. It’s still fragile between us. I made it work again, I’m allowed to make fun of it. 

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 mcsteamysam:

She keeps starting with me, and it’s really annoying. Like, you’d think we’d gone behind her back by the way she’s acting. Nobody has broken my dick. If they did, it wouldn’t work and make babies. I’m sure you are.

Sam. Stop acting like a toddler. You’re a grown up man and a father to be. I will not be raising 3 children in the price of one.This ain’t Walmart. Okay fine, she didn’t ‘break it’ she ‘fractured it’, it was hilarious nevertheless. 

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 magicalbrittany:

I want to be that person for you. I can look after my patients and have the time to support you.. I can’t exactly have sex with you while in surgery but 90% of the time I’m good. It’s technically a medical emergency to look after you when you need me. I do know babies. I’m sorry I haven’t been the most.. talkative about everything but it’s a lot to get my head around. I want to be with you and I want to be in the baby’s life, in whatever way you want. Right now, everything is fine when it’s just the two of us.. But it’s not just us and I know it’ll never be and that’s hard.

Well you are, even staring at that pretty face of yours makes my day more bearable. Technically you might be right, but it makes me feel weird realizing that I’m taking away some tiny human’s precious doctor time. It’s hard on the ego. Hey, it’s okay. Rome wasn’t built in a day. And it’s whatever way you want. I can’t take from you more than you’re willing to give, but this could be a chance at being a family. Even if it’s a little unconventional, it’s still going to be just the two of us. Sam being there shouldn’t take away from the experience. And hey, at least we’ll know that no matter what the baby’s head will remain shiny from being polished by his obnoxious mouth whenever its needed. 

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 mcsteamysam:

Well, she’s acting like a bitch towards me, so I really don’t see how this is gonna work. I’ve never had an STD, Santana. We hope.

She’ll get better, just bear with me here. I’m still trying to understand how I’m the sane one in the situation, because the two of you are acting like toddlers on crack. Oh right, you never did, you just let your slutty intern break your dick.  It’s risk I’m willing to take. 

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 magicalbrittany:

Anything you want. Seriously.. Just page me and I’ll get you whatever you need.. Or get someone else to get me what you need if y’know.. Work calls. All the babies. No what? No.. don’t do stuff or no, please do stuff? I’m just trying to wrap my head around everything and where to.. Fit in. If I even can.

You gotta take that back real fast, because between booty calls and food deliveries you’ll basically become one of the interns. You did not become a peeds godess for that. No as in- stop psyching yourself out -no. You’re doing enough, more than enough and you fit right here, beside me. God knows my motherly skills are about as advanced as raising a tamagochi so this baby will need one responsible adult to make sure it’s getting everything it needs. 

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 mcsteamysam:

But you can’t force her to do something she might not want to do, and then say that if she doesn’t want to do it, neither do you. That isn’t fair to anybody, including the baby. Even if Brittany doesn’t want to raise the baby, it doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t make an attempt at being good parents. We were idiots, and now we’re paying the price. It’s the Lopez glare I’m scared of.

I’m not forcing her to do anything. She chose to stay. She knew that I was pregnant and she still wanted to stay, obviously she knows it means raising this baby with me.. us.. whatever. And I’m going to be the most kickass mother known on this planet, you’ll do decent too, once we strap an anti STD bag on top of your little friend and avoid stranger danger around the baby. You’ll live.

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 mcsteamysam:

I’m not showing off. It’s not like I’m all YEAH I BANGED YOUR GIRLFRIEND BUT NOT GIRLFRIEND WHILE YOU WERE BEING A SAINT. Yeah, I am excited. It wasn’t meant to happen, but it did happen. I don’t want to have to downplay how pumped I am about having a baby, just because Brittany doesn’t want me to be the father. It wasn’t like she was purposely kept from any of these things, and I’m demonized for it. Well, it is our baby? Nobody said that it wasn’t going to be hers, too. But it doesn’t really seem lie she wants it to be hers? Everyone and their wife knows I don’t really want to be with you, she’s being ultra sensitive about this whole thing. I’m not into relationships. I would.

What if she’ll never want it to be hers? I was so pissed at her at first that I didn’t even think about the possibility of her never being okay with it. She needs to be there though all those things, so she’ll bond with the baby. I can’t do this without her. Even if you can clearly speak the baby language better than anyone since you’ve never grown up, she’s still the one I need at the end of the day and our baby will need her as a mother when I screw up. So suck it up every once in a while. If not for me then for our baby. It’d be a baby, You can’t be scared of a baby. It’s literally a poop factory dressed in a pretty, chubby face and the Lopez glare.

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 mcsteamysam:

Well, I’m going to be coming no matter what. So it’s Brittany you need to be telling these things to. She came at me all hostile. If you say so, Lopez. I’d be scared of her.

Because you keep on showing off in front of her. I get that you’re excited and trust me, I’m glad that you’re not the kind of person who’d fuck and disappear after, but try to look at things from her perspective. She was kept away from conceiving the baby or choosing how it’s going to happen. She doesn’t need to hear about how it’s OUR baby and have you joke around being with me. Keep the manslut humor on leash, at least for a while or it’s going to be a cockfight every other day for the rest of our lives. No you wouldn’t. 

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 mcsteamysam:

So basically, if he wants to come and doesn’t want me there, I’m out the picture? You’re making it sound like it’s the magical ring that everyone wants. MY PRECIOOOUS. If it’s a girl, she’ll be a whirlwind of terror. “NO ME GUSTA PEAS AND BROCCOLI.”

No, you either both come or neither. Me and the baby won’t have any of those alpha dog wars in a room that’s meant to bring joy. IT IS. I’m freaking great. So what if she will? At least she’ll be cute while doing so. 

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 mcsteamysam:

Well, seems to me like she wants to be as far away from me as possible. So, I don’t really know how both of us being there is going to work out. Like your vagina wasn’t involved in any of this. Prayer circle this baby is a boy. I can’t deal with more girls. You’re bitchy and rude.

If she’s not there, neither am I, so all 3 of us will have to compromise. Now hey! My vagina is a promise land, meant for only the chosen ones. I don’t parade it around like a public service. And just for the record? I hope it’s a girl. We don’t need you to raise another playboy.

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 magicalbrittany:

That’s really, really gross. Though someone has to do it.. Just like people actually work here just to study stool and watch Bowel Function through a scanner. Maybe they’ll be in need of an intern. If you’re sure.. I just don’t feel like I am. I perform surgery on fetuses at least twice a week again now. Who’d have thought I’d feel kind of useless with.. This.

You are. There’s nothing more to do for now. Unless you feel like scoring me a churro, because breaking bones make me incredibly hungry and moving 200 feet away from the nearest toilet doesn’t seem like a Harper Avery award winning idea. Baby... no.