"Santana, you have a call on line 3." My teaching assistant walks over to me and says quietly. I glance at my Apple Watch and see I didn't miss any calls and frown slightly before standing up and smoothing out my navy pencil skirt. "Keep your eyes on your own tests." I remind my class before leaving the classroom, knowing my TA would keep my students in line and head to the small office attached to my classroom. I take a seat behind my desk and pick up the phone, clearing my throat softly before pressing line 3 and answering.

"Hello, this is Santana," smoothly rolls off my tongue. "Yes, of course, no problem at all. Thank you, have a great afternoon." Hanging up the phone i roll my neck around and head back to my classroom, just as the bell rings. "Drop your tests off in the bin on my desk, and have a great weekend everyone." I smile as I walk to the front of the class and lean against my desk.

I've never been more ready for a weekend then this one, I've been staring at the clock all day, counting down until 3pm, and it's finally here. I'm exhausted, this has been a week from hell and I'm looking forward to laying around the house in comfy clothes and eating junk all weekend. Thankfully I don't have any plans whatsoever, shit, unless Brittany has plans for us, or Emery, our four year old daughter has a playdate, if not, I'm free to cuddle with my loves and just relax.

Brittany and I married seven years ago in Hawaii, a small intimate sunset wedding with just us, our parents, her sister, and my grandfather. It was a bit of a surprise actually, we invited everyone to come to Hawaii for a big trip, which turned out to be our wedding. We didn't want a huge fuss at all and didn't want to do huge wedding planning, wanting to save our money and buy a house instead. So we married on a Wednesday at sunset, spent all day Thursday enjoying being newlyweds on the resort and relaxing before a bunch of our friends and other family members flew in Friday and spent the weekend in paradise with us. It was perfect. Brittany and I reconnected in New York two years after I moved here. Leaving her to date Sam while I chased my dream of fame in New York was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but it was necessary. I dated around while I was here, nothing too serious to where I saw the rest of my life with any those women, but I had fun. Brittany graduated from McKinley the following year and moved to New York hoping to get into Julliard or some other dance school. Three years after that we finally ran into each other and dated and reconnected, getting to know each other as adults, it seemed like a fairy tale, or some shit you read about in a book or online, it felt too good to be my life.

Neither one of us proposed with a ring, so it was pretty unconventional in that aspect. We had a tiny ass one bedroom apartment that was stupid expensive, but we made it work and loved every inch of the space. We were twenty three years old, I had just graduated from NYU, having given up on my dream of fame and found a more realistic dream of being a teacher, Brittany enrolled in a community college here and took up photography. I was working at a daycare while applying for permanent teaching positions, while Brittany worked at a studio, so we were comfortable with money. I remember the day perfectly, it was snowing, super cold out so we were in the living room, a bunch of candles lit while we laid on a pallet on the floor and listened to music, just enjoying each other's company. She turned on her side and stared at me, while I sang softly to Jill Scott.

"I can feel your eyes, babe." I laugh as a I turn and stare at Brittany. "Something on my face?" I ask her. She shakes her head no before giggling and nodding yes and kissing me on the cheek.

"Now a kiss is." She laughs loudly.

I roll my eyes playfully at her and turn my head to pull her into a deep kiss, breaking it with a small pop. "I love you so much, I could lay right here, just like this forever." I tell her, tangling our fingers together and kissing her again.

"You're my forever, Santana."

"You're my forever, Brit." I nod to her in reply. "I can't see myself with anyone else."

"So let's start our forever," she says softly.

I raise an eyebrow and sit up slightly. "What do you mean, like get married?"

She shrugs and sits up slightly as well. "Don't you want to marry me?"

"Fuck yeah." I nod quickly. "I mean, of course, you know I do."

"So let's do it." She smiles.

I smile brightly. "Okay, ummmm, let's go get some engagement rings, no wait...I need to buy you an engagement ring, and we need to get a wedding planner, don't even think of picking Berry, I'm drawing the line at that." I tell her firmly.

She laughs and shakes her head, before sitting up and pulling me in her lap to straddle her. "We don't need any of that, I don't need any of that, I just need and want you."

"Elope?"

"Our parents would kill us." She laughs. "How about we plan a trip and do a surprise type of wedding?"

I tap my chin while staring at her. "I love that idea, so we are engaged?" I ask her, a huge smile covering my face when she nods quickly. "Fuck yeah!" I scream before hugging her tightly and kissing all over her face. "I love you so much, Brit."

We ended up getting married three months later and haven't looked back. I enrolled in school to get my masters, and Brittany took more photography classes while we saved money like crazy and got a bigger apartment. Two years later, our parents came together and gave us money for fertility treatments so we could have a baby as a Christmas gift. After a long talk Brit and I decided I would get pregnant first since I was stable in my career and had just started working at Westchester Prep High School as an English teacher, Brittany was ganging steam with her photography and started her own business of doing photoshoots for families, and we didn't want to derail that in any way. I was fortunate enough to get pregnant on the first try and Emery came the next year, right on Thanksgiving, right during dinner, three weeks early.

Life has been a whirlwind since then, but we are making it. Brittany now owns her own studio and photography company Perfect Pierce Photography, and she teaches photography classes at Cass Middle and High School. I'm still at Westchester Prep, head of the English department, and I oversee the school paper, and the Latino club, all while helping Brit with her company and photoshoots on the weekend sometimes; needless to say we are busy, which is why I'm happy for the quiet ass weekend that is in store.

Stuffing all the tests in a folder for the 8th period class and marking it appropriately, I head to my office and stuff everything in my briefcase, grabbing my laptop and actually remembering to take the cord home today and practically run to my gunmetal grey Jeep Wrangler hopping in and heading straight home.


"Santana?" I hear Brittany call out to me before I hear a small giggle, followed by a little body using me for leverage to climb on the couch with me. "In the living room!" I yell back. "Well hello, Emery." I smile, hugging her when she immediately cuddles in my chest and hugs me. Emery is my little clone, she came out looking exactly like me from the dark curly hair, to her dark brown eyes, and her dimples, seriously the cutest kid ever.

"Hi mommy." She blushes, peeping out at me as Brittany walks in and leans down to kiss me.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" She asks, probably wondering why I'm still fully dressed and on the couch.

"Yeah, just a long week, please tell me we don't have any plans at all this weekend, I'm begging you." I sigh as Emery jumps up and hops off the couch, running to her toy section in the living room and starting to play with some blocks.

Brittany sits down on the couch, lifting my legs in her lap and starting to massage my feet slowly, glancing at me as I sigh loudly and start to relax. "I don't have any personal appointments, and I don't think Emmy has a playdate, but I need to double check our calendar."

"Okay, I just want to nap all weekend." I tell her as Brittany smiles and lays down in front of me, peppering soft kisses to my face, Emery watching from the floor and smiling brightly before turning and continuing playing pretty quietly shockingly.

"I'll see to it that you do." She nods. "I need to head to the grocery store, I don't suppose you want to go." She asks sweetly.

I stare at Brittany and know she hates the grocery store and doing the shopping so I close my eyes for a moment before opening them slowly. "Of course I'll go, let me change, then I'm in the house all weekend." I tell her as she stands up and heads to answer the house phone that's ringing. I get up slowly and run over to Emery, scooping her up and tossing her in the air while tickling her, catching on to her infectious laughter. "How was school?" I ask her as I head upstairs to get changed.

I toss Emery on our bed and laugh when she does a somersault and reaches for one of her stuffed animals that was laying there. "We learn colors today."

"Whoa, you did?" I ask her with a big smile, slipping off my skirt and slip, hanging them back up with my pink blouse in the closet. "What colors did you learn, can you point them out on the blanket?" I ask her, grabbing a pair of ripped jeans and a distressed black t-shirt, tossing them on with a pair of black Vans. I leave my hair down but take my contacts out and put on my glasses as Emery starts to expertly list the colors she sees.

"Ready, baby?" Brittany asks, walking in the bedroom and clapping when Emery points to red and blue. "Whoa, look how smart you are, do you see this mommy?"

"I do, Emmy is super duper smart." I nod dramatically to her as Brittany sets one of her camera bags in the corner.

"I'll be downstairs in the dark room developing some film tomorrow, I'll try to do it during nap time so you can still relax." She tells me, taking off her heels and slipping on a pair of sneakers as well.

"That's not what I mean when I said I wanted to relax." I tell her softly. "You know that." I add, rolling my eyes slightly at her even suggesting that I didn't want to watch our daughter.

Brittany shrugs and scoops up Emery. "We'll be downstairs waiting for you." She states before walking out of the room and turning around to walk back in.
"I'm sorry, and I know that's not what you meant, I don't want to argue tonight, San."

"I don't either, I'm just really exhausted, so I probably heard it completely wrong." I nod to her, winking at her when she kisses me on the forehead. I sit on the bed and sigh before looking around at the pictures all over the walls, all of which are photos that Brittany has taken before standing up and heading downstairs.


"Mommy, we get this one?" I hear Emery ask while I wait for the butcher to wrap up our meat I just picked out. I turn and see Brittany shaking her head no to her before leaning down on the handle of the cart and talking softly to her with a smile, Emery blushing and nodding quickly.

"What is she asking for?" I ask Brittany, walking over to her with the steaks and chicken I ordered.

"A gravy packet." Brittany laughs as I reach in the cart and pick up Emery, just wanting and feeling the need to hold her for a little bit, she cuddles right in my chest and exhales in contentment as Brittany pushes the cart.

"Why do you want a gravy packet?" I ask her, kissing the top of her head and grabbing her teddy bear, offering it to her, but setting it back in the cart when she shakes her head no. "Since we are out, let's stop at Target on the way home, I want to grab something quick."

Brittany nods. "What do you need?" She asks as we head to produce to wrap up our trip. "You know we have perishables." She reminds me.

"I have the cooler in my cargo area, we can put the meat in the there and the frozen things, we didn't get too much other stuff." I tell her. "I won't be long."

"I know how you get in Target." Brittany teases with a smile as she grabs a bag of red onions and potatoes, quickly putting them in the cart as I rub Emery's back, feeling her fall asleep on my shoulder. I unzip the hood her jacket a little and smooth out her ponytail as I adjust her in my arms and grab the shopping list.

"I know." I laugh, because I do go crazy in Target usually. "Just a few things for my classroom, office supplies." I elaborate.

"Oh, okay. I can use more card stock." She nods. "And some some canvas, I have some orders I need to ship out next week, Wednesday at the latest."

"Okay." I reply, bouncing and rocking Emery slowly as Brittany gets all the produce we need, us talking quietly to give our baby girl some peace as if the rest of the store isn't loud as hell.

"She looks just like you when she sleeps." Brittany smiles as we make our way to the checkout.

"My mini me." I nod proudly as she starts to drool on my shoulder, letting me know she's in a pretty deep sleep.


CHAPTERS WILL ALTERNATE BETWEEN SANTANA AND BRITTANY POV