Brittana: cannon

Epilogue

"Hey, I'm home!" Santana called as she walked into the house. She dropped her bag on the floor by the front door with a sigh, knowing that Brittany would scold her later. She didn't care at the moment. It had been a long day dealing with the media for one of her more well-known clients, and she was tired.

"Hey honey," her wife greeted her with a smile as she carried their two year old daughter into the entryway from the kitchen.

"I am so sorry I'm late, Britt, but it was a hell of a day," Santana apologized, heading over to her girls to give them both kisses. Brittany kissed her back sweetly, before Santana turned to press kisses all over her daughter's face, eliciting giggles from the toddler. The little girl reached for her, so Brittany easily handed her over so Santana could cuddle her. She pressed a final kiss into Cammie's blonde hair before Cammie laid her head on her mama's shoulder.

"It's okay, I get it," Brittany assured her. "But if I don't hurry then I am going to be late for my class."

"I know, and I'm sorry!" Santana apologized again.

"Seriously Santana, it's fine," Brittany said with a smile, trying to calm her frazzled wife. "I am just sorry that I am leaving you here with all of the kids."

"Mac didn't want to go to dance class tonight?"

Brittany shook her head. "No, he said he would next time, but I'm not so sure. I think he is starting to grow out of it now that he is getting more into sports."

Santana frowned a little, sad at the thought of their son getting older and no longer sharing that special time with his mommy. "Well, I'm sure he will still join you sometimes. I mean, he still does like to dance, and you know he loves to dance with you."

Brittany smiled at that. "I know he does, so I hope you're right. The kids have been fed and there is dinner for you on the stove. Mac is up in his room finishing his homework, but don't let him forget that he was supposed to pick up his toys in the living room."

Santana nodded. "Okay. How's Bella feeling? Any better?"

She had been concerned for her older daughter. Bella had come down with the stomach flu last night and had stayed home from school today. Santana desperately wanted to stay home too, since she hated any of her babies being ill, but she was needed too much with her client to get out of it. She had constantly been in touch with Brittany all day, but she was still concerned.

"A little bit. She got down some crackers for dinner, and she has been able to drink some Pedialyte since this afternoon, so I think she is on the mend."

"Oh, thank God," Santana breathed out in relief. "She had me worried all day."

"I know. She will be happy to see you're home. She was asking for you," Brittany told her.

"Britt, why didn't you tell me? I would have come home if I'd have known! She must be upset with me," Santana rambled, causing Cammie to lift her head up and look at her with worry.

"I didn't tell you because I know you had a big day at work. And she knew that too, which was why she was okay when I told her that you would be home if you could. You spoil them too much by staying home every single time something is wrong with them when you know I'm already here," Brittany said.

"I can't help it. They're our babies, Brittany."

"They are, Santana," Brittany said with a soft smile. "But I really have to go, so make sure you take care of our babies tonight. I will be home in a few hours. I love you."

"Love you, too," Santana said, giving Brittany a quick peck goodbye.

"Lub you," Cammie said, earning her a kiss from her mommy as well.