Perfect Day

Homebodies

A/N: I keep saying this'll be the last one in this universe, but honestly it's fun to think about happy Quinntana moms every once in a while. Hope this puts a smile on someone's face :)

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A poke on Santana's cheek stirred her from a much-needed nap. Without opening her eyes, she cuddled the baby closer to her chest, her left hand patting a soothing rhythm on her daughter's onesie-clad bottom. She dropped a small kiss on Sofia's head when she felt the tiny body relax in her arms.

After a minute or so of peaceful quiet without movement, she deemed the attempt in lulling her baby back to sleep a successful one. The corner of her lips curved up in a faint, sleepy smile and she began drifting off again.

Then, another poke. This time, on her chin.

She sighed and reluctantly peeked one eye open. She was met with big, innocent eyes shining up at her. With her head still resting on her mother's chest, Sofi's little mouth spread into a quiet grin.

Albeit exhausted just moments before, Santana felt rejuvenated at the sight of her daughter's calm yet happy demeanor. Sofia was as beautiful as a baby could be. Light wispy hair, tan skin a perfect medium shade between her mothers' complexions, and gorgeous hazel eyes whose exact color varied like a chameleon. Only God knew how much trouble this one would get into until when she got older. Santana supposed those pretty eyes were to blame. The same pretty eyes Quinn passed onto their children. Santana couldn't even be mad, they were one of the best things to wake up to.

After losing a short staring contest to her daughter (Santana still couldn't believe how seldom babies blinked), she yawned and stretched her limbs out, shuffling to sit up on the couch while adjusting the baby onto her lap. Once settled, Sofi's arms extended upward and the baby mewled when she could no longer touch her mami's face.

Santana snorted softly. "Demanding, aren't ya?" She tickled her tummy and smiled when Sofi gurgled.

She then checked for the need for a diaper change just in case; even though it had been less than an hour since the last one, Santana hated the idea of her kids in any type of discomfort. The diaper was still dry and she reached into her sweatpants to check the time. It was half past one and there were two text messages from Quinn.

Wifey for Lifey: Can we order Chinese for lunch? Joey did so good at the dentist and I promised him his favorite since he doesn't have any cavities. Please and thank you ;)

The second text was a picture of their three-year-old in the dentist lobby, beaming brightly with a yellow happy face sticker plastered on his cheek.

Santana 'loved' the photo and tapped out a response: You got it, babe followed by a kissy emoji. She switched over to the Grubhub app and express ordered their usual before turning back to the baby on her lap.

"Ahhhhh. Gahhh."

"You're hungry too, hm?"

Sofi squealed and giggled when Santana smacked a kiss on her cheek. She lifted her to rest against her hip and padded into the kitchen. Preparing a bottle was a practiced routine by now, but Santana still checked the temperature by dabbling a few drops onto her wrist first. She was barely afforded any time before Sofi started reaching for the bottle.

Santana clicked her tongue and Sofi made a whining sound in return. She was hardly a fussy baby by any means, but the youngest Lopez made it known when she wanted something and she became antsy when she couldn't get it. A trait Santana supposed Sofi inherited from herself. Finally, when the bib was on and she was in a comfortable position, Santana brought the bottle to her mouth and she wasted no time in latching on.

Any signs of drowsiness were gone now as Santana watched over her, making sure Sofi wasn't eating too fast or spitting up. She was half wishing the breast milk would lull her daughter back to sleep, but it seemed unlikely.

"If Mama asks, you tell her you napped for an hour and a half, mkay?" Santana said teasingly.

Sofi stared up at her, one hand resting on the side of the bottle as she sucked happily. She blinked at her mami, showing that she was very much awake.

Santana shook her head, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her baby girl truly had her wrapped around her finger.

A while later, after they finished feeding and burping, the doorbell rang with their delivery. It was a perk of living close to the city, they had access to all sorts of cuisines within a short distance. The delivery person complimented how adorable Sofia was when they opened the door. It was nothing new as Santana knew she had a beautiful family. She suppressed a pleased smirk anyway and tipped the person extra. Flattery won't get you anywhere, but it would get you pretty damn far. Quinn would say her generosity rubbed off on Santana after so many years together, and Santana would shrug at that.

She placed the takeout on the counter before seating Sofi in their Minnie Mouse baby walker as she went to set the table. Not long after that, the garage opened and shut, a sign the other half of their family was home. Even through the hallway, Santana heard her wife's muffled voice reminding their son to put away his jacket and wash his hands first.

Sofia looked up from her toys when two figures appeared in the dining room. She beamed, jumping up and down in her seat, urging for her mama's attention.

"Hi there, baby girl," Quinn grinned, reaching down to pick her up. She dropped a kiss on the baby's head before pecking Santana on the cheek.

Joey was already on the other side of Santana, waving his goodie bag. "Mami, look at what the doc give me," he said excitedly. "She said I can only have one candy, but I told her I have baby sissy, so she gave me two."

His generosity, without a doubt, came from Quinn. It made Santana feel prouder than it should have. "Wow, that's nice of her, mijo," Santana shot him a warm smile, ruffling his hair affectionately. She looked at the saltwater taffies in his hand. "But I'm not sure Sofi can have that kind of candy yet."

"Maybe when she's a little bigger," Quinn agreed.

Joey frowned, looking at Sofi who was distracted by Quinn's necklace, but he nodded. "Okay, I save it for her."

His mothers exchanged a soft look, Joey's loving nature never failed to catch Quinn and Santana off guard. But they didn't have time to awe and coo over him because the toddler's stomach growled, followed by a baby's giggle against Quinn's shoulder.

"Can we eat, please? I wants fried rice and I wants on it now."

Joey's tone was so uncanny that Quinn let out a small laugh. Santana looked more than amused. Their kids were good-looking, sweet, and funny.

"Sure, buddy. Let's eat."

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