Brittany got home from her long day at work and saw her wife straight away, singing a lullaby in the kitchen. She was holding Hettie in one arm and attempting to make lasagne with the other, Addie periodically complaining that she was too hungry to wait. Brittany decided to sit back and watch the scene unfold for a little while before going to say hello to her little family.
"Mama! I'm going to die!" Adelaide whined, stomping her feet in the most Santana-like manner possible.
"I don't think you'll die, sweet pea, I think three is too young to be dying." She smirked, getting a frustrated grunt out of her daughter.
"I will! I promise." She groaned, being extra dramatic about the fact that she was just hungry.
"Well! We can't be having that! Would you like me to call your mommy and see when she'll be home? We have her favourite dinner, I'm sure she'll be so excited to come home." Santana tried to soothe her, she could sense the tantrum that was coming along.
"Honey! I'm home!" Brittany called and swept into the kitchen, picking up Addie and handing her a juice box. "Sweet pea go and get to the table and stop bothering mama about dinner. Remember we eat as a family, baby." Brittana lightly scolded the three year old and set her down on the floor so she could run through to the dining room.
"I'm exhausted." Santana whimpered. As much as she hated admitting defeat, the two month old baby in her arms was making life very difficult and was being especially clingy today. "I know you just got home but please can you make sure dinner doesn't burn. I just really need to pee and I couldn't leave Addie or Hettie or the dinner-." Santana was obviously stressed but Brittany stopped her with a short kiss.
"Tan, honey, is everything okay?" She asked, slowly taking the sweet baby into her own arms so she could cuddle her.
"No. But we can talk about it later. For now, it's lasagne night and Adds has some things to show you." She gave Brittany another kiss and ran out the the bathroom, enjoying the thirty seconds of peace that she got from being alone. By the time that she left the bathroom Brittany had already served dinner and had Hettie asleep in the bassinet near the table. She truly was superwoman.
"Mommy! Look I drawed you a picture!" Adelaide held up her page of scribbles, wanting desperately to have time with her mommy after she left at eight this morning.
"This is so pretty! I'm gonna put this in my office at work!" Brittany fed her a spoonful of lasagne and then reached for her wife's hand, noticing how it was trembling slightly. "Do you want to go and lay down? I can finish dinner and put the girls to bed." Brittana offered and Santana looked up from her plate, looking slightly tearful and still shaky.
"Is that okay? I know you had a long day at work, I'm sorry." She mumbled, trying not to cry.
"Mama what's you sad about?" Addie whimpered, looking sad too.
"It's nothing sweet pea." Santana promised her daughter, "I'm just very tired so I'm going to go to bed. I love you so so so so much mi princesa." She leaned down and kissed her daughter's forehead, wishing her youngest goodnight too before giving Brittany a kiss and wandering to the bedroom, burying herself in the covers and crying hard. Crying the hot, salty tears into her pillowcase. She so desperately wanted to talk about what had happened, it had been bottled up inside all day and she needed her wife to comfort her.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Tan, can I come in?" Brittany asked and Santana let out some kind of wail as her way of saying yes. She took one look at her wife's sobbing figure and scooped her up in her arms, pressing a kiss to her hair as she held her.
"B I have to tell you something." She whimpered.
"Baby, you're scaring me." She tried her best to stay calm but it was hard to halt her overpowering nerves.
"Abuela called." She muttered, her mouth instantly filling with bile as she admitted to what had happened. She swallowed thickly and composed herself before finishing the story. "She saw me at the park with the girls yesterday and she told me how proud she was that I'd found myself a husband to have children with. And I told her they're your children and..." she started to cry harder, harder than she had since she was disowned. It was as if the world had taken her happiness and crushed it up so small that it would be absurd to believe she would ever be happy again.
"That's right, babe. I'm their mommy and I'm your wife and if she can't accept the fact that we're in love, her life must be awfully lonely. We have our sweetest girls asleep just up the hall and I'm lucky enough to go to bed with you next to me tonight and every night for the rest of our lives. Santana. You're a lesbian, I'm your wife! You didn't think any of this would be possible, but look." She directed the brunette's attention to the ruby and the thick silver band on her left hand. "We don't need her, we have a happy family." She promised and pressed a lingering kiss against Santana's lips. A kiss that Santana didn't respond to.
"Britt, I feel dirty when I kiss you." She admitted, her eyes filled with complete and utter terror.
"Because of what your Abuela thinks?!" She could feel her rage building towards the old lady as Santana simply nodded. "Kiss me Santana. Feel how much I love you because I'm not afraid to show it, no matter how many crazy old people tell us that we're wrong. Our babies are happy and we will be happy too. Please just kiss me right now." She finished and Santana cupped her cheeks, bringing her into a simple but loving kiss.
"I'm sorry about all of this. Today was just so hectic and then she called and everything broke but I had to be strong all day and it was so hard." She snuggled into Brittany's side, looking expectantly at the lasagne on the bedroom table.
"Never apologise." She kissed bee softly again. "I say that we watch some reality tv, you can eat your leftovers and we can cuddle until you're sleepy." She handed Santana the bowl and felt her wife relax against her once the tv was turned on.
"I love you Brittany Lopez-Pierce."
"And I love you too, Santana Lopez-Pierce."
