Hi everyone! I know this is said all the time, but first time writer here who lately has been feeling like I have been squatting at this site. I have only been reading and occasionally writing a few reviews to all the great stories on this site so I felt it was time to try and contribute to this community and write something of my own. Hope you like it. I have a lot of ideas that just sprang to mind while trying to come up with a story so let me know if you want me to continue. Hopefully this will only be the setup to the much bigger story to come. Also any constructive suggestions are certainly welcome I certainly have never claimed to be a writer so I could use all the help I can get. Thanks Enjoy
Future fic told manly from Santana's point of view. Including flashbacks.
Disclaimer- I don't own Glee or its characters. (I think that is what I'm supposed to write)
Prologue
It was one of those perfect summer days that almost seemed too good to be true. A day that was only supposed to exist in books or possibly one of those fairytales that Brittany loved so much. It was a day that even Santana just couldn't help but smile. The temperature was warm, but not to hot. The sun was bright with the complement of a few passing white fluffy clouds and as Santana stepped out onto the back deck of her beautiful Southern California home she looked around at her house, her family, and couldn't help thinking "What did I ever do to deserve all this"?
Life had not always been this way and if someone had told her back in high school or even college for that matter she would be married with a couple of kids and a house in the suburbs she probably would have gone all kinds of Lima Heights on their ass and threatened to cut them. But life had an amazing way of working out and Santana Lopez Pierce was the beneficiary of that and for that she could only be grateful.
Santana glanced around her deck looking for the lounge chair she liked to sit in, in relaxing moments like this and slowly lowered herself into the nice comfy chair that faced their back yard. She took a drink of her beer that she had brought from the kitchen and scanned the back yard looking for HER. She was the reason Santana had all the wonderful things she had in her life. Without her, Santana could only imagine how different her life would have turned out and that was not a pleasant thought. So she pushed that thought aside and finally her eyes landed on the person she was looking for. Brittany was dressed in shorts and a tank top that were covered in dirt and she was leaning into one of the flower beds that surrounded their home pulling out some weeds that had invaded the flower bed. Brittany must have felt a pair of eyes on her because after a few moments she raised her head to look around and her blue eyes were met with a familiar pair of brown eyes. Santana couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips and the huge smile that suddenly appeared seeing her wife smiling back at her with a little dirt smudged on her face. She was the most adorable thing Santana had ever seen. They smiled at one another for another few seconds before Brittany broke the silence, "What, do I have something on my face…?" Santana chuckled again while responding to Brittany's cuteness "yes actually you do and you look absolutely adorable by the way, you should leave it." Brittany giggled back at her wife's response while trying to whip the dirt off only actually succeeding in applying more dirt to her face. Brittany slowly went back to her work on the flower bed while Santana enjoyed her beer and the brief moment of relaxation that she had found in her otherwise hectic life.
She knew the kids would be up soon from their naps. Brittany and Santana had taken them to the park to feed the ducks and to burn off a little energy before returning home for their naps. Santana wanted to take advantage of the rare peace and quiet. She knew she was lucky today, her son Anthony rarely took naps anymore, but not for a lack of trying on Santana's part. It was a daily battle of wills that Anthony normally won when Santana or Brittany tried to get him to take a nap. He was 4 now; going on 14 Santana thought to herself and he could be extremely strong willed when he wanted to be which Santana knew was her doing somehow, but he was the mirror image of Brittany. He had short blonde hair that in the summer almost looked neon in color and beautiful blue eyes just like his mom and his sister. Santana thought he really must have worn himself out on the playground today to actually take a nap. Emily on the other hand was still developing her personality and for the most part was a perfectly calm baby which Santana and Brittany counted their blessings everyday that at least they had lucked out with an easy baby this time around. She was only 7 months old, but she had both Santana and Brittany wrapped around her little finger from the very beginning due to her extreme cuteness. Santana didn't wanted to have another baby after what had happened with Anthony and the way he came into this world, but Brittany didn't give up, she wanted another child and Santana being Santana could never say no to Brittany for very long. And now that they had Emily she was glad Brittany hadn't given up her constant pressuring to have another child because now Santana couldn't imagine life without the adorable baby girl. So Santana just sat back in her chair, enjoying the suns warmth on her body, slowly sipping her beer, occasionally glancing over to her beautiful wife and thanking God for her amazing life while thinking back on all the events, the good times and the struggles that had got her to this point.