Dinah Jane (one shots)

You Should Be Here 1.

Okay this is an original one-shot turned two shot that I wrote years ago but it was originally a Puckcedes two-shot (Mercedes and Puck from Glee). I converted it because well, I've been meaning to. It's been sitting in my drafts for months and while I was having a little trouble with a different story I though I might as well edit this one and post it for the time being. Obviously many changes had to be made in order for me to post this and it's also 5:00am so I'm sure there is more than one thing grammatically wrong with this. Too damn bad. If I feel like correcting it later I will. If you want to second part to them, lemme know. I'm probably gonna give it to you anyways but yeah. Also, if you want any of my other one - two shot stories that I have (but obviously need to convert) lemme know and I'll get on that as well. Hope you enjoy this shit.

If you told her that she would one day marry former band mate, gymnast and dancer she'd think you were insane, completely out of your mind. There was no way she could see herself married to a woman when she was younger, the same woman whom she once shared a stage, tour bus and often bed with. They had often showed similar interests in the same type of guys and even swore to be at each other's wedding, but never because they would be marrying each other. Not when she would listen to her now wife talk about her dream wedding to her dream man and all the kids they would have once she was finally ready to stop touring and settle down. No, if you told her back then that one day she would be hers and vice-versa, she'd think you were bat shit crazy. But here she was seven years after finishing their last world tour as a group, definitely still living her dream of being a singer, a solo artist at that, a family of her own, married to none other than Normani Kordei Hamilton. And she was happy. Or at least she seemed to be.

For a long time before Dinah and Normani got together, happy wouldn't be word the blonde would use to describe how she felt and well after, the word happy couldn't begin to express her feelings. In more ways than one, Normani completed her. The brunette believed in her, in all that she could be when she didn't believe in herself and loved her unconditionally. The love that the two of them share resulted in two beautiful baby girls: 4 year old Nani Milika and 2 year old Kori Ilaisaane Hamilton were the perfect mix of both Dinah and Normani. With Normani's son, 10 year old Christian, looking almost exactly like his father Masi, aside from his attitude and a few features, she was glad that some of her genes were more prominent in her other children even if they shared the same genes essentially.

Grateful to have both her mother and Dinah's parents as well as her Grandmother Babs and Dinah's grandparents around and very much present in his life, Normani was granted shared custody of Christian after a nasty divorce with Masi and successfully remained an active mother in his life, as well as Nani's and Kori's, unlike her own father. The transition from being a single mom to a married woman with one, two and then three kids was a tough one. It helped a lot that Chris wasn't exactly a baby when Nani was Kori were born. It was in some ways less hectic. A lot of Chris' time was consumed with school, but they had felt the toll more so when Kori was born, not that she was a burden. Just having a kindergartner, a toddler and a baby; and each child being unique took a lot more work than they had expected. Still they worked things out and got through it together.

Unfortunately, nothing prepared them for their upcoming battles. It wasn't written in any of the books Normani or Dinah had read and no one that they could remember dared to warn them about the strain that could be put upon their marriage while raising three kids, building a brand and managing their careers. When it did hit them, it came out of nowhere and it hit them hard.

The day started out as any other day for the Hamiltons. The loud sound of children running around, arguing and screaming, and a TV filled her ears as she woke up from her slumber. She reached over to grab a hold of her husband only to be met with cold sheets. Dinah groaned and looked at the clock. Why must they be awake so early? She groaned noticing it wasn't even 8 am yet. Peeling the cover from her body and setting her feet on the cool wooden floors she felt around for her purple mesh slippers and put them on; one of her wife's oversized sweatshirts covered her naked body. She shook her head and immediately started picking up numerous dolls, cars, toys, clothes; you name it that had been left around the house.