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quinn slowly opened the door to her cozy new york apartment, closing the front door. she put her purse down on the table, smiling when she saw her daughter, emerson, giggling and running to her.
"hey princess, how was your day?" quinn asked. "it was super fun! come see what i did to mami!" emerson gasped and jumped up and down.
quinn rose an eyebrow. "what did you do to your mami?"
"you have to see! come on!" emerson grabbed quinn's arm, lugging her to the master bedroom. emerson smiled smugly and opened the door. quinn's jaw fell to the floor. "oh...my...god..."
inside, santana laid in a ball on the bedroom floor, barefoot, what looked like thousands of tiny lego pieces surrounding her. she looked miserable, and quinn knew exactly why. "em, sweetie, could you go to your room, please?" quinn turned to her six-year-old daughter.
"am i in trouble?" em's face dropped. "no, i just need you out of the room for a second. go play with your ipad or something." emerson smiled and ran off.
quinn walked around the legos, finally reaching santana. she sucked in a deep breath, lightly touching her shoulder.
"hey babe. you know she didn't know or mean to bring the memory back on purpose."
san's face looked up, her expression, unbreakable, but softens when she saw her beloved wives' hazel-green eyes.
"i d-didn't know what to d-do. i didn't w-want to y-yell at her, but i-i wanted her to stop. i c-couldn't decide, so i just sat on the floor, mentally flipping my shit." she whispered.
"come here, baby." quinn took santana in her arms for a little bit. she liked when the latina let her guard down and was vulnerable with quinn.
after a while, quinn help santana stand up. "are you gonna be okay?" she asked her wife.
the dark-brown eyed girl looked down at the lego mess, triggering the memory again. "y-yes." quinn saw the tears rolling down her lovers face. "do you want me to carry you?"
santana's tears began to spill from her eyes as she leaned up against quinn. "yeah." quinn scooped san up, bridal style. santana cried silently into her wife's warm chest.
they slipped into their bed, quinn cuddled the latina, rocking her back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
after a little bit, santana completely calmed down, snuggling deeper into her lover's chest. "thank you, quinn, for helping me get through that." quinn smiled into santana's hair, which she'd been previously playing with.
"i'd do anything and everything for you, honey. you don't need to thank me." santana looked up at her wife, a cheesy grin plastered on her face. "i love you so much," she said dreamily. quinn beamed and nuzzled santana's nose. "i love you too, baby. forever and ever."
