Perfect Day

No Snacks

A/N: I absolutely adore the idea of Quinntana as moms. This is inspired by a baby on my Tiktok fyp :)

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"Hey! You get back here!" Santana exclaimed, chasing after her 2-year-old.

The toddler squealed, running away from his mother; he had a fistful of fruit snacks and was moving his chubby legs as fast he could across the kitchen. Little Joseph Fabray Lopez was surprisingly athletic and clever for someone who couldn't yet talk in full sentences.

Santana had just opened the pantry door for a second to get a Gatorade for herself when the little guy swooped in and before she knew it, he stuck his hand in a plastic cylinder on the bottom shelf and tipped over the whole container. Now there were fruit snack gummies all over the floor. The culprit let out a small "uh oh" and his mother immediately turned around at the noise. He knew he was in trouble and started taking off.

Damn he's getting fast. Santana thought as she finally snatched him up. Joey giggled trying to get free from her arms.

"Excuse me, you ain't going nowhere." Santana attacked his face with kisses causing him to squirm even more.

She chuckled and carried her son into the living room, sitting down Indian style. She held the toddler so that he was standing in front of her, only keeping her hands on his sides to steady him. She squinted her eyes at the boy, he was panting a little from running and laughing.

"Hand it over papa."

Joey frowned and Santana almost laughed. He looked just like Quinn, his grumpy look reminiscent of the former head cheerleader patented scowl.

"Your mama said I can't give you nothing till she comes back."

Joey let out a little huff and sat down on his diaper clad behind. Seemingly comprehending, he finally opened his small fist, releasing the few gummies he stole.

If it were anything other day, Santana probably would've let it slide and snuck him a couple, but Quinn's been strict with only three a day because he was so hyper. He already had his three earlier.

Santana nodded, internally glad he didn't pout. If he did, then she definitely would've had a hard time saying no. Let's face it, her kid was the cutest kid ever, 'cause he was literally Santana's and Quinn's mini. He had Quinn's hazel eyes and nose, but everywhere else was signature Lopez genes.

She adjusted him so he perched comfortably on her lap and when he wasn't looking, she quickly popped the gummies into her mouth. Baby snacks were almost better than adult ones. It's not like her son would notice if she took a couple right?

"Good. Let's get back to what we were doing." Santana reached over for a book called Colors For Babies and opened it in front of them.

"Ball!" Joey pointed to the blue sphere.

"That's right papa." Santana praised. "What color is the ball?"

Joey wrinkled his nose trying to think. "Boooo."

She chuckled. "Yes, blueee." She pointed to a banana. "What's this?"

"Ba-banana," he nodded.

"Si mijo."

In addition to speaking all the time to Joey, she and Quinn always tried to incorporate a little bit of Spanish so that their son would be exposed to it. That way when he grew up, he would be bilingual.

"What color is the banana?" she asked, watching as her son stared at the pages.

"Yewwow." He couldn't pronounce all his R's and L's yet.

"Mhm, good job." She flipped to the next page. "How about this one, what's this?"

"Doggy!" He cheered.

Joey loved dogs and would always try to pet them whenever he saw one in public. Most strangers didn't mind 'cause he was adorable.

"Yes!" Santana kissed Joey's cheek. "You real smart papa."

Joey giggled and looked at his mami. "Smart mami." Copying was also a thing.

Quinn had just opened the front door and stepped into the foyer when she heard happy sounds coming from the living room, causing a smile to find her face instantly.

She took her shoes and coat off, making her way toward the source of the sounds. Santana's back was facing her, their son on her lap. Quinn couldn't help, but let out a happy sigh at the sight. Coming home to her beautiful wife with their beautiful son sent butterflies to her stomach. It's been years and Santana still managed to make her feel giddy and it's even better now that they had their perfect baby.

Santana looked up and smiled seeing her girl. She made her way over, resting Joey on her hip. "Hey Mrs. Lopez, welcome home." They exchanged a quick kiss.

"Mama!" Joey grinned big and reached his arms out.

Quinn beamed, taking her baby boy into her arms. "Aw Mama missed you!" She couldn't help, but place kisses on his chubby cheeks.

Joey shook his head and giggled.

Santana put an arm around Quinn's shoulder, pouting. "What about me?"

Quinn rolled her eyes playfully and leaned into her wife. "I missed you too, baby." She kissed Santana's cheek for emphasis.

Santana hummed. "You better."

The three of them stood there peacefully for a few moments, Quinn's head resting on Santana's shoulder, and Joey playing with Quinn's necklace.

Santana pressed a kiss to Quinn's head. "I ordered pizza and it should be getting here soon. You wanna go change? I'll finish the book with JoJo."

Quinn nodded and set their toddler down. He was only 24-months-old, but getting bigger every day it seemed. In a couple years, they probably would have a harder time picking him up and carrying him around like they did when he was a baby.

The couple looked at each other affectionately, both thinking the same thing. It was like a silent conversation with their eyes.

Joey tugged on Santana's pants. "Mami. Book." Both his parents chuckled. He was getting smarter every day too.

Santana led him over to their previous spot and sat back down, continuing to read the book with Joey being asked what each object and color was. Quinn smiled adoringly at them and Santana glanced at her, giving her a wink.

Quinn felt her chest filled with affection, Santana had the same effect on her as day one. They were still so in love and it was sickeningly cute.

Another perfect day. Quinn thought. She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Santana and Joseph Fabray Lopez! Why's there a mess in my kitchen?! I said no snacks!"

Santana's eyes widened. They forgot to clean up. "Uh oh."

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