Santana's eyes opened at the sound of his phone ringing, and he laid there for a few seconds, waiting for it to stop. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room before turning his head to look at his blackout curtains. The sun peeked out on the sides, and from the position of the shadow he new it had to be around four o'clock.

He raised up from the bed, then looked over at Bria to make sure she stayed asleep. He knew she couldn't have been getting enough sleep either because she was usually up before noon. He glanced down at his phone to check the time, seeing that it was just a few minutes past four in the afternoon.

Taking one more glance at Bria, he headed towards the bathroom after confirming that she was okay. He spent half an hour in there-completing his usual morning routine along with a hot shower. He wanted to shower with Bria but he didn't want to wake her up out of her sleep.

When he walked back in his bedroom, a phone rung again, and he looked on the nightstand on the right side to see that it was Bria's. He saw that Israel had called her three times in the last two hours, so he picked it up to answer the fourth one.

"She sleepin'." Santana sat on the edge of his bed, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

"I figured she went to you when I seen her car was gone this morning." He chuckled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah. Let me tell you somethin'. She don't like people-especially men-grabbing on her arms. She got raped a few times when she was younger and they all held her the same way, so doing that ah' make her feel like she reliving those times." Santana told him, not sugar coating anything because he wanted Israel to know how serious he was.

"I didn't k-," Israel was cut off as Santana began talking again.

"I know. She made me figure it out by myself and she probably gon' make you do the same thing but i'ma save you the trouble if you promise not to use nothing against her. I don't play about her and all it ah' take is one word from her for me to go at you. I don't care about Big Ko or none of that. I'll die 'bout her. You got that?"

"Heard you." Was all that Israel replied with. He wasn't scared of Santana but he did appreciate him talking to him, man to man.

"Bri don't like being held tight at all-even in hugs. And you gotta remind her that you not here to hurt her 'cause it's hard for her to trust niggas because of what happened to her. Even if she act like she do trust you, I can guarantee she don't. At least not all the way."

"She told me she fought yo' baby moms last night.. don't let her do that no more. Her ole' lady used to beat the shit out of her and Journey, they still got bruises on them from some of the fights. My baby got hands fasho but she hate using 'em, so if it's possible, don't let her."

There were a lot of things he could tell Israel about Bria, but these were most important. These simple facts are what made her comfortable in her own skin after years of hating herself. These were facts that Santana had to find out on his own in order to love her correctly.

He knew that by teaching Israel how to love her, he was allowing him to love her the same way he did. But if that meant that Bria would be safe with Israel, it was worth it. Bria was worth everything and more to Santana. He would do anything for her.

"You really love her, huh?" Israel spoke lowly, hearing the call go silent for a few seconds.

"Mhm. A lot. That's my baby, man. If you gon' love her then you gotta do it right 'cause that's what she deserve." He glanced behind him at Bria, seeing the way her body rose up and down at a slow pace while she slept.

"I don't want you to feel like I tried to take her from you on purpose. It wasn't like that. I didn't even know about you." Israel told him, feeling the need to apologize.

"This ain't about me and you. It never was. It's always been about her. Whether she with you or with me, I just need to know you got her the same way I do." He pulled the cover over her feet, but left her toes out so that she wouldn't get hot.

"I don't." Israel stated with hesitation. "Even if I could, I don't think she'd ever let anybody love her the way that you love her. But I'll try. I'll love her as long as she let me."

"That's all I ask for." Santana rubbed the necklace around his neck that had her name on it, looking down at it even though it was still dark in his room.

"I'll tell her to call you when she get up. Make sure you hold on to what I said." He added, feeling Bria began to turn in her sleep.

"I will. 'Preciate you Santana."

"Fasho." He pulled the phone from his ear, ending the call moments later.

Santana put her phone back on the nightstand, climbing in his previous spot next to her without bothering to put any boxers on. He pulled her leg over his waist, holding her body close to his own.

"Good mornin' mama. It's almost five o'clock though." He kissed her forehead, and she smiled, stretching her body out in his arms.

"When did you wake up?" She looked over at him, making sure not to talk in her face because she hadn't brushed her teeth yet.

"An hour ago. We slept damn near the whole day away." He told her, and she nodded in agreement while sitting up.

A few minutes later she returned to her spot in the bed, remaining naked next to him with her breath now smelling as fresh as mint.

She grabbed her phone off of the charger, scrolling through her notification bar to see the missed calls from Israel. Going to the phone app, she saw that one of his calls had been answered and she figured that's who she heard Santana talking to, though most of it sounded like jibberish since she was asleep.

"What you talk to Israel for?" She looked over at him, curiously furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had to tell him not to grab you 'cause I knew you wouldn't. And maybe I said some other stuff I knew you wouldn't tell him."

"Why?" She asked, not appearing mad at all.

"So that he don't hurt you without realizing it. I told him if he gon' be around you, then he need to love you the right way. And maybe I threatened him a lil' bit but I was nice for the most part." He shrugged, and a smile spread across Bria's face.

"Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." She rubbed his goatee beard, then dragged her thumb across his mustache.

Santana let her continue playing with his face while he attempted to go back to sleep, becoming drowsy from the feeling of her soft hand on his skin. When she started playing with his ears, he knew he was done for.

"Why you tryna go to sleep? We just woke up." She pulled her hand back, laughing after hearing him smack his lips.

"I haven't seen you in five days and you 'bouta leave me up by myself. Stop playing with me." She put her leg further around his waist to climb on top of him while pulling the cover past her shoulders.

"It's been a long time, huh? You keep mentioning that."

"Yeah. I missed you so much. I been faking like you breaking up with me didn't really bother me 'cause I-I don't know. I'm trying to protect everybody's feelings-you know, you and Israel.. I don't know what I'm doing." She chewed the inside of her cheek, nervous, for some unknown reason.

"I thought leaving you would help you figure shit out. Seem like you still in the same spot." He chuckled, putting his hand on the crease where her thigh met her waist.

"I don't know how that was supposed to help, as if I was confused about what I wanted with you. I'm never confused about you-I wanna do life with you. It's just-Israel reminds me of you so much. That's why I like him. But I don't wanna lose you for liking him so that's where the confusion is for me." She explained to him, going back to rubbing his beard.

"You know how fucked up it is to be with him 'cause he remind you of me?" He smirked, and Bria rolled her eyes at him at the same time that he laughed.

"I didn't mean it like that, stupid." She climbed off of him with a smile, and he shrugged, watching her walk to the bathroom.

"That pussy pretty from the back B." Santana told her, propping his head up in the palm of his hand.

"Stop being nasty." She sat down to pee, watching a smirk spread across his lips. Bria shook her head at him as she turned the knob for the bidet to rinse off her middle area, then she patted herself dry with tissue paper before standing up.

She grabbed the counter after feeling the room spin, and just as quickly as she rose from the toilet, her face went to where her bottom half previously was. Her eyes began to sting with burning tears of exhaustion as the contents of her stomach spewed out through her mouth.

"The fuck, Bria?" Santana rushed out of the bed to help her, holding her hair out of her face once he was close enough.

She clutched on the side of the toilet for stability, and it seemed like her vomit would be never ending. She hadn't ate since yesterday afternoon, so after a while the yellow bile turned clear and made her stomach burn.

"Aight mama, you good. I'm right here. Don't cry." It finally stopped, and Santana grabbed a clean face towel out of his bathroom closet, running it under hot water.

He cleaned her mouth out as she continued crying, and he wiped off her tongue too. Then, he helped her stand up so that she could brush her teeth. While she did that, he went to go grab a cold bottle of water because he feared that juice would unsettle her stomach again.

"I don't want that." She sat against the counter, trying to gain the strength to stand up.

"Don't matter. Drink this so you can pee on this test." He opened the top drawer of his double vanity sink, grabbing a brand new pregnancy test out of the box.

"I'm not p-,"

"Bria don't argue with me right now. Just drink the water." He hooked his arms under hers to pick her up, and she sniffed, holding on to him until she was stable enough to stand on her own.

She twisted open the cap to the bottle of water, chugging about half of it before she stopped to catch her breath. She watched Santana stare back at her, and she couldn't really read the expression on his face which caused her nerves to become worse.

Having a baby in the circumstances that she was currently in would send her into a manic spiral like never before. She couldn't believe this.

When she got the urge to pee, she sat down on the toilet and held the end of the test between her legs, and Santana squatted in front of her to make sure her urine got on the stick.

"Stop crying. You good Bri." He took the test from her when she was done, sitting it on a few squares of tissue until the results loaded.

Bria remained quiet as she washed her hands at the sink, grabbing some napkins to dry them after. She grabbed a pair of Victoria Secret underwear out of Santana's top left drawer and put those on before climbing back in his bed.

There was no way in hell she was having a baby. She couldn't care less if the results came back positive because she wasn't keeping it either way. She honestly wished Santana wouldn't have saw her throwing up because if she was pregnant, she didn't have the energy to argue with him about whether she'd keep it or not.

Santana came back in the bedroom a few minutes later, holding the Clear Blue pregnancy test in his hand.

"It say you past three weeks." He flipped the test around to show her, and she stared blankly at the test that she refused to believe.

"You told me you just had yo' period. Did you lie to me?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm but he knew she could tell how upset he was from the look on his face.

"Yes-but Santana you know my birth control make my cycle irregular. I didn't think anything of it and I didn't want you to assume that I was pregnant." She sat up in the bed, now frowning as well.

"Bria you been drinking and smoking with my fucking kid in you bro. Why would you lie about some shit like that?" He pulled a pair of sweats on, and then stopped in his tracks as he made a realization.

"You let him nut in you?" He turned around to face her, getting his answer from her nervous silence.

"You lucky I love you the way I do 'cause it's taking everything in me not to kill y-Lord forgive me." He had to stop himself before he threatened her, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"What you quiet for now? You ain't got shit to say?"

"Santana if I say what I wanna say you just gon' get mad." She said, feeling herself become irritated.

"What you gon' say? 'Cause you ain't taking no abortion pill until I find out if that's my kid or not. If it is, you finna be the one that's mad 'cause you 'bouta carry all nine months."

"No I'm n-,"

"On yo' life you is. You wanna bet on it?" His head tilted mockingly to the side, and she refrained from rolling her eyes since he was watching her.

"That's what I thought. When you got pregnant with my first kid I didn't play like that and I'm not doing it now." He referred to the miscarriage she had this past winter, and that made her roll her eyes.

Bria turned her body around to face the wall, pulling the cover over her shoulders to prevent her shivering. Somehow, she could still feel Santana's eyes on her but she didn't bother to turn around.

Slow tears streamed down her face, so she closed her eyes in an attempt to stop them. She'd been doing a lot of crying recently and she now understood that the pregnancy was the reason why because she genuinely wasn't a crier.

This was too much for her to handle. She just wanted to sleep it all away.

"Talk to me Bria. What you thinking?" Santana let a couple minutes past, hoping the silence would ease the tension between them.

"I don't want a baby Tana." She spoke with her voice muffled since her face was buried in the pillow.

"I'm so scared to be somebody's mom. Like, so scared to where I can't even explain it. I don't know the first thing about raising kids. I don't trust myself enough to do it right, and I don't wanna mess my baby up like how my mama did me and my sister." She paused her rant to sniff, trying to labor her breathing.

"And I don't wanna lose it again. That shit broke me last year Tana, you know that. I don't wanna go through that ag-,"

"You won't. You gotta stop being so hard on yourself Bria. That wasn't yo' fault. There was nothing you could've did that night to prevent it. You was so happy to be a mama, you remember? 'Cause you believed in yourself. You gotta do that again." He moved to lay on the side of her again, pulling her in his embrace.

"No I didn't. I believed in you. I don't be scared of shit if you with me." She chuckled sadly, reaching up to wipe her eyes.

"I ain't went nowhere. I'm still with you."

"What if it's his?" She mumbled, and he tilted her head back to look up at him.

"Don't worry 'bout it for now. We ah' cross that bridge when we get there. Regardless, I'm here for you. Through whatever, 'til whenever." He rubbed his nose against hers to give her an Eskimo kiss, earning a smile from her.

"I love you. I'm sorry for all of this. I don't even know how to fix it this time." She sighed softly, losing his gaze.

"I said don't worry 'bout it. We ah' figure it out together like we always do." Santana put his face in the crook of her neck after moving closer to her.

"You not mad at me?" She asked.

He wanted to be honest and admit that he was, but he'd do and say anything to make her feel better.

She had him wrapped around her finger-still, even though he knew about her relationship with Israel. He was surprised that even something like that couldn't keep them apart.

"Nah baby. We good." His voice rasped, unintentionally becoming deeper as she rubbed his skin.

"I love you more." He added, remembering that he didn't say it back a few seconds ago. He loved her more than words could explain. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad one.

I always make my female characters pregnant cause I love pregnant women so I have to make sure y'all do too. Anyway, who y'all think the daddy is???