text: Britt! We haven't talked in forever, how have you been?
@troutylippedevanstext: Hey! I miss you tons and tons. I’ve been good thanks. How are you doing?
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no internet until sunday :/ sorry
i want to try this.
Something tells me Lord Tubbington wouldn’t like that.
I meant I want to try it. Not on him.
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i want to try this.
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Time Will Only Tell || Brittana
After Santana’s question, the doctor pointed up at the screen to show them what they should be looking at. “And that’s how I know it’s a boy,” she said with a small chuckle, but Santana wasn’t convinced. “My parents thought I was a boy because of that,” Santana started before she glanced at Brittany. “Are we sure it’s a boy?” The doctor looked at Santana questioningly, looking her up and down before she shook her head. “Well, we can’t look and see if a child is going to be transsexual unt-” “I’m not transsexual,” Santana said, shaking her head. “I’m…I’m intersexed. You think you could get all this,” Santana gestured to herself, “through surgery? No, you can’t. So I’m going to ask this again and I want you to answer me or I think we’ll have to go find a different doctor.” The doctor looked between Santana and Brittany before looking at Santana again. “I don’t think there would be a way to see if the child would be like you or not; not until after birth, at least. Once the child is born, we can run a test to see if there is a higher level of estrogen rather than testosterone to determine the true sex of your child.”
Brittany knew exactly what was going to happen the moment Santana brought up the confusion her parents had faced when pregnant with her. The blonde swallowed the lump in her throat, nervous to hear just how far Santana was going to go; and she went all the way. The Latina held back nothing, not her concern, her frustration, or anger. Brittany’s cheeks were hot and she looked apologetically at the doctor as she explained everything. Then, her blue eyes averted both of their gazes, too confused now to look at Santana. Brittany had wanted so badly to believe they knew the sex, she wanted so badly for it to be so simple for them both. But it wasn’t. “Well, what if I think it’s really a boy?” Brittany said after a moment of silence had passed. She was the one carrying, she was the one who could feel it growing and moving and coming to life inside of her. What if she wanted to believe it was a boy? “And what if I don’t care….I don’t care if it might be a girl because she’s our child. I’ll love her just how I love you, Santana. Unconditionally.” Brittany hadn’t meant to get upset. But Santana didn’t have to do this now. Or here. In front of the doctor.
