Infinity Bound

Callia pursed her lips and shrugged. “You never know, maybe that’s how it works,” she joked, giving Santana a smirk. “Maybe, wouldn’t that be amazing? And we’re pretty indecisive… at times,” she shrugged. 

"So it should all be up to the baby," Santana smirked. She leaned forward, kissed Callia just because she could. "All I want to do is live that life with you, Cal."

Callia watched the way Santana’s lips curled and smoothed into words, those lips she always seemed to be captivated by. Her hands, too. Hand she always held and hands she hoped to hold until they were old. Callia nodded and smiled a little bit with a squeeze of their hands. “… I guess I’d want the donor to look like you. So that maybe they’d get your hair, or your eyes, or maybe they’d get mine, or they’d pick and choose whatever they like between the two of us,” she shrugged. 

Santana let her breath go. This had turned nice and easy, nothing too important or vital. She nodded along, listening to things and smiling. "They'd pick and choose? I'm not sure that's how it works. But a donor that looked like me would be nice. Who knows, maybe by the time we decide we're ready they'll have the technology to use both our genes." 

Callia smirked and laughed a little, letting the sound close around them as Santana’s fingers folded down in between the gaps of her hands. Callia’s thumb grazed the skin on her girlfriend’s hand, watching their tangle of fingers for a moment before answering. “I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think about these things often. I love you… but it’s sort of scary to think about the future. Unless it isn’t scary for you, in which case it’s a me thing.” 

Santana loved to look at the difference in their skin tones. She loved thinking about how her girl's finger would look with a ring on it. Some days she wanted to go ahead and get one already. To keep Callia and let her know how important she was. "No, it's scary. I don't usually think about it ever, not like this." Santana looked down for a moment, before she gazed into green eyes. "I know it's scary. I'm just curious. It's fun to pretend and imagine. Like, thinking of a donor, and names. I don't know. I'm just curious. But I promise none of this is serious."

Callia stopped talking herself into a ditch and looked back up at Santana, rolling her lips together gently. “… I don’t know, I think I want it,” Callia told her with a shrug. “I could handle it.” Callia couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little at Santana, smirking and shaking her head. “That is true, and redheads are dying out, you know. Save the species and all, we’d be doing a civic duty.”

"Exactly, it would be a crime not to use your genes." She smiled, moving to hold Callia's hands in her own. "Now tell me, ideally, how would we do it? What would you want to happen?" 

Callia raised and eyebrow and shrugged. She had made that a point, hadn’t she? “I mean… I don’t know… unless you want to do it, then you can, by all means-“

Santana laughed as unease swept past Callia's features. She shook her head very slowly, pursed her lips. Callia was so beautiful, her spirit was so heavenly. "Easy," she smiled. "I'm not sure I want that experience. But if you'd rather not, of course I would do it so we could have children." In the back of her head she wondered where Tivnan was, knowing this was prime blackmail. "However...red hair and hazel eyes sounds like beautiful traits."

Callia stopped her hand on Santana’s arm for a moment, looking over at her and thinking for an instant. “Are you asking how it’s done? You don’t know?” Callia asked, curious. 

Santana laughed, rolled her eyes in good nature. "No, no. I know, la verdad." She cupped Callia's cheek and sighed, happy. "No, I'm asking how you would want it done, Callia. Because it sounds like you're the one who wants that experience."

Callia smiled softly, her fingers brushing along Santana’s arm. “Even better,” she teased, pressing a kiss to Santana’s lips, hoping she’d be able to catch them. She always did, though. Thinking about their future together, thinking about a baby was sort of fun. “That’s also true,” Callia mumbled against kisses to the edges of her smile. 

Callia's fingers dancing along her arm made Santana's skin bristle. She licked her lips, took a breath. "How would we do it?" she asked, pulling back a little. "Theoretically speaking, of course."

 Smiles could never be kept at bay for long when Santana was around, Callia knew that too well. It was like the sight of those full lips curling up at the ends like they did lifted up Callia’s heart to flutter in her chest. “You’re going to do it, San,” Callia mumbled, Santana’s lips too close for her to actually focus. Green eyes flashed up to smirk at soft brown ones. “See? Isn’t planning fun?” She teased, wrapping her arm around Santana’s shoulders and pulling their lips together seamlessly. “Yeah, but I don’t want to make a baby right on our honeymoon… I don’t want to be in the tropics of Ohio, throwing up,” she smirked between kisses. 

Santana fell into the kiss. It was easy and smooth, nothing too much. Her hand slid down to hold Callia's hip, chuckling when Callia spoke. She shook her head slowly, not pulling away at all. "I think making a baby requires even more planning." She threaded her fingers through the ends of loose strawberry blonde hair. "Besides, a honeymoon on an island in the tropics will have plenty of unsuccessful pregnancy tries in its own." She smirked, kissed the corner of Callia's mouth.

Callia smirked and laid down next to Santana, pulling their hands to curl into one another’s palms. “… I know, neither do I,” she said quietly. She didn’t want a child that had any of the problems that Santana and herself had. She wanted their child to be as safe as the world could let them be. “It’ll be okay, though. Things are always changing, the world has come far enough already. Who knows what’ll happen next.”

Callia was lying down, and Santana half followed her. She let her hands be pulled close and simply watched as her beautiful girlfriend maneuvered them. "I know. But I won't let myself have a baby before I do something about it. I'm on the right track, too. Criminal Justice and then Law School courtesy of the trust fund mi abuelito set up." She moved closer, grazed her lips against Callia's. "I think I have to marry your first, anyways. And that includes a honey moon, so..." Santana grinned, squinting her eyes and breathing easily.

Callia smirked a little and laughed. “Are you looking to adopt a leprechaun?” she asked jokingly, pursing her lips to keep from laughing. Callia raised an eyebrow at Santana and smiled warmly. “Yeah? What’s on your list before the ‘little person’, then?” She asked, using bunny quotes with her fingers. “I like Sonia too,” Callia said, coming closer as well and looking back into warm, brown eyes. “And Louise.”

Santana merely rolled her eyes, poked Callia in the side. "Har, har, very funny." She cupped Callia's cheek, swept her thumb across a smooth cheek bone. Her girl was so beautiful. "I have big plans for a law firm, remember? I'm looking to change the rules a bit." She looked down, because the pressure in her chest made her do it. "Don't want to bring a kid into this world if they're going to be abused. I'm going to try and change the system or at least get protection for submissives and switches."

Callia looked up at Santana and didn’t know what to say, at first. That was a difficult question to answer. Not to say that Callia didn’t know the answer, but she never really thought her life would turn out like this. To be with someone who asked these kinds of things, who even entertained these sorts of things when they were both still so young. “Someday, yes,” Callia said, shrugging softly with a small smile. “I mean, sure, babies are messy and there always seems to be… like goo on them… but I feel like I’d get over it because I’d be our baby.” Callia paused for a moment, her heart racing a little because it was kind of a scary and thrilling thing to think about their future. “What about you?”

A small curled its way onto Santana's lips. She enjoyed the idea of a child, if it was with Callia. Not then, not for many years, possibly. She wanted to have a career first, she wanted to take Callia all over the world and give her everything she could ever want. Then they could settle, then they could think about kids. "Eventually...yes. I have a lot to do for myself and you before I'm ready to devote my entire life to a little person." She moved closer and looked straight into those green eyes. "I also like the name Sonia."

Callia picked up her book and tapped the cover a few times before opening to her page with a nod. She looked back up at Santana. “They are, and only God knows if Cherry can handle a baby,” Callia added, pursing her lips. “We used to babysit together, and even I was better at taking care of the kids than she was.”

Santana paused in her own reading, watching Callia out of the corner of her eye. They weren't ready to have kids themselves, but it was fun to think about. The good parts, not the bad. Parts like raising a tiny boy or girl. and by that time, hopefully there would be no dominant or submissive. There would just be a happy child. "Is that something you want?" she questioned softly. 

Baby Talk

Santana loved just sitting and reading with Callia beside her. It was relaxing to have someone there but also not have to worry about them. Callia was fantastic, always was, always would be. There was just always something about sitting with her that calmed Santana. It was good Callia kept up with Cherry, even if it wasn't too often. It was more than Santana could do with Emilia. She texted her and called her, but still couldn't comprehend what her sister had become. 

"I know, San… but there’s a stigma with being a submissive and having something not right. People don’t look at you the same."

"You know what I want to do Callia? I want to change that. I want to make this world a better place for people. I want to start my own legal company and fight for submissive's rights."

"I don’t know."

"I think you should. It's a medical condition. If you want, I'm not sure either."

"No… of course not."

"Are you going to tell this employer?"