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The blonde sat on the warm park bench, the warm summer air was perfect as she could feel the sun on her back.
"Excuse me...Is this seat taken?"
The blonde looked up, immediately recognising the sweet voice, the voice she awoke to, the voice she longed for , the voice that showed her what true love is, and of of course gave her, her sweet lady kisses.
"Nope..." She said smirking. "Excuse me for asking but do you have any kids, cause I don't want some sexy ass women around my kid."
"Oh yes. See that beautiful, perfect angel building a sandcastle." She said pointing.
"The one with the gorgeous tan skin and dark eyes?" asked the blonde lady.
The brunette nodded.
"Oh how old?" She asked with a smirk,
"She just turned four two weeks ago."
"Oh and do you have a husband or maybe even a...wife?" said the blonde flirtatiously.
"Oh no, no, no, not a husband, but I have the most beautiful wife in the world. She has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes that make my heart melt... In a good way of course, oh and she's the best dancer I know and has a gorgeous little pout, that makes my legs feel like jelly."
"Oh that's too bad." said the blonde, followed by some giggles and then a soft, slow kiss. Santana pulled back, admiring her gorgeous blonde wife.
"How is she?"
"Well it looks like she made a new friend!" said Brittany reaching for her wife's hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
They looked across at their daughter, the mini Latina. She was playing on a swing with a little boy, who Santana suspected was the same age as her.
"Mommy, mama." Yelled the little Latina running towards her mothers.
"Are you having a good time, baby." Asked Santana as her daughter pulled herself onto her lap.
"I made a new friend, his names Daniel." She said excitedly
"Well that's great, Evie."
Evie short for Evelyn was their youngest child. She was defiantly a mama's girl, being a mini Santana she had the same feisty attitude, but most of the time she was the sweetest person alive and had the biggest imagination, a lot like Brittany. She looked exactly like Santana, but with green eyes and less fuller lips.
Santana and Brittany watched Evie and her new friends (she had met another little boy) play. The three children were soon approached but two men. The mothers weren't sure whether to be worried or if they were the fathers of the boys.
"Evie and Jon these are my daddy's." said Daniel introducing them to each other.
As Evie was about to say hello, a women approached them and grabbed Jon's hand,
"Jon, what are you doing stay away from them, there gay! " she yelled and also mumbling something to herself.
"That was mean..." said Evie loud enough for the women to hear.
By now Santana and Brittany were standing up, confused by what was going on at the other end of the park.
"What's gay?" Little Daniel asked tilting his head
"When a boy loves a boy and a girl loves a girl." replied Evie, stunning the two men.
"So you're gay?" he asked the two men.
They nodded.
"So are my moms." Evie said excitedly pointing to her mothers who were now fast approaching them.
"Daniel. This is my mommy, "she said pointing to Brittany
"And my mama. " she said pointing to Santana.
Brittany and Santana introduced themselves to Daniel's dads.
"I'm Brittany and this is my lovely wife Santana." She beamed, while Santana gave a polite smile. Santana studied the two tall men, one blonde and who was quite muscular and the other more feminine with grey eyes and brown hair.
"I'm Harold and this is Daniel's other dad Marshall." said the more muscular one, shaking Brittany and then Santana's hand.
Evie and her friend Daniel where playing under the playground when Jon approached them asking to play. The two children thought for a second, looked at each other, back at Jon and hesitantly nodded.
"Why do you have two moms, and why do you have to dads?" He asked them, but only receiving shrugs.
"Your parents are weird." he mumbled
"No there not!" yelled Daniel, receiving a push from the older taller little boy.
"Well yeah they are! My mom said that they're F***in Gay F**gots."
Both children's mouths dropped open. This got the little Latina angry, and being just like her mama she had a low temper.
"They are not!" She yelled pushing Jon to the ground.
She suddenly felt two hands around her waist pulling her off from the boy. She started frantically kicking her legs and saying 'Let Me at Him'.
"What is going on here?!" Yelled Jon's mother grabbing her son and pulling him away.
"He said bad words and pushed my friend!" Replied Evie, know half relaxed, but still a little agitated, standing in front of her mama.
Santana put her arms on Evie shoulders, holding her daughter firmly in place. "There there feisty Latina." She sad trying to keep her cool.
Daniel dads were also there comforting there son.
"F*ckin Gay F**gots." Said Jons mother in disgrace, with her hands on her hips.
Santana blocked Evie's ears just in time.
"That's what he said." She cried looking up at her mothers.
"Alright, you know what! Let me at her!" yelled Santana
"Santana!" Brittany said through her gritted teeth.
Santana took a deep breath and said "she isn't worth it."
And with that Jon's mom stomped off, leaving the two couples shocked, mad and yet hurt all at the same time.
Daniel's parents had thanked the little Latina and her moms. The parents exchanged phone numbers and with that they both left.
On the way back home Brittany and Santana thought it was a good idea to have a little talk to Evie.
"We know you were sticking up for us and your friend..." Started Britt, looking at her daughter who was sitting it her pink cow print car seat.
She saw her nodding her head.
"But you know violence is never the option baby." Finished Santana, looking through the rear view mirror but also keeping her eyes on the road.
"I know and I'm sorry... He was just being really mean." She replied with a little pout, following with an arm cross and angry puff.
She received a wink from her mommy indicating she wasn't actually in trouble, just that one wink changed her mood, and the pout turned into a huge smile.
"I love you." She said giggling.
"We love you too." Sang her mothers
Later That evening.
The three girls were sitting in the heated car, waiting in the school parking lot. Evie was clearly disturbed by the heat and started whining.
"Oh I know it's hot baby, but they shouldn't be too much longer." Said Santana with a sympathetic, yet frustrated look on her face.
And by 'they', she was referring to the rest of The Lopez-Pierce bunch. The other 6 kids.
"Here they come know." Said Brittany trying to cheer up her baby.
"Mommy, mama." They heard as the kids opened the front door.
First came in Fabian, the youngest Lopez-Pierce boy. The mini boy version of Brittany, who was blonde and had the largest blue eyes. He had so much innocence, but yet was a energetic little 8 year old fireball.
He was followed by Isabel, the oldest girl of the household who had recently turned 14. She was the shy, quite one of the family and usually liked to be alone. She also had blonde hair, but instead had green eyes. Although having used Brittany's eggs she was carried and birthed by Santana.
The next person to enter the car was Bryssa, she was a sassy diva and despite only being 7 she had the biggest personality out of the lot. She had tan skin and long dark brown hair, with matching dark eyes and full lips, very much like her Mama.
She was followed by Sasha, who was 6. She looked exactly like her Latina mother and sisters but in reality was the complete opposite. She was calm, friendly and wouldn't ever dare for raise her voice. She was the soft spoken angel that would do anything and wanted nothing in return.
She was then followed by the last daughter Lateesha. Who was all of Santana at spirit and the Joker of the house, but nothing like either of her mothers in looks. Although having a similar skin tone to her Mommy, she had straight red hair. Red? That's right, to this day everyone was confused on where this gene came from, neither Brittany or the sperm donor recall having a red head in their family.
Lastly Lucas entered the car. The oldest and first boy. He was blonde, and also had blue eyes. He was your typical 15 year old boy. Sports and Xbox fanatic and a real charmer with girls. But he was also a total sweet heart and hopeless romantic.
Brittany's eggs were used for the first 4 children, and Santana's the last 3. All children were lucky enough to be gifted with an amazing voice. The four youngest children were all close in age, most only a year apart. Although the smallest gap being Bryssa and Sasha who were only 18 months apart, as Sasha was born 2 months premature. So after Bryssa was born, they decided they wanted another and went through another round of IVF and was successful with the first round. So when Bryssa was 11 months, they found out they were pregnant and eventually gave birth to Sasha 7 months later.
"And were off!" yelled Brittany over the talking of her children.
Later That evening.
Santana sat admiring her children, who sat eating their afternoon snack at the dining table. Wondering how her life came to such a beautiful turn. She wouldn't had ever thought that she would have six kids, she never really liked kids. But some how she always knew she would end up with the women of her dreams. The women she had a crush on ever since she was 14. The gorgeous, tall, dancer standing before her eyes.
"I got get to the studio, but I'll be back in 3 hours."
Santana quickly snapped out of her daze, coming back to reality.
"K babe." She sighed, "I just thought we were gonna have our usual Tuesday family night."
Brittany gave her a look that said, are you trying to make me feel guilty.
Santana giggled and walked over to her wife, placing her arms around her neck, then leaning in for a short passionate kiss.
"Ew, gross" they heard from the dining table. Santa looked over then pulled a magazine over their face. Giggles filled the dining room.
Brittany pulled away, "Anyway I got to go, bye kiddos. Oh and don't forget to feed Lord Tumbington III." She said placing a kiss on each of their foreheads.
"We won't" they sang.
They all watched her open the door, waving goodbye and then leaving. She was on her way to her dance studio, where she had to teach some extra classes as one of the dance teachers was feeling sick. Brittany had owned her dance studio 'Dance with Somebody' for almost 11 years now and Santana was a successful lawyer of 8 years. Santana and Brittany were now in there mid 30's and having been with each other for 18 years, and 7 kids later, they somehow made each other feel like they were 16 again.
"So what do you wanna do?" asked the brunette staring at her 7 beautiful children.
"Momma…?" Said Sasha
"Yes baby." Said Santana, a smile still set across her face.
"Can you help me with my homework?"
Santana nodded, she was usually the one who helped the kids with their homework, being a successful lawyer and all.
"Me two?" yelled Fabian
"Oh and me three!" chimed in Bryssa.
"Okay, Okay. Homework club!" She said, even though that wasn't her exact plan for the evening.
Later that night.
Santana lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, thinking, waiting. Waiting for her wife to come home. Who had said she would only be 3 hours and was actually 5 not including her stop to the grocery store.
By now it was 10 o'clock and all the kids were in bed. Most went without a struggle, except Bryssa, who Santana and Britt faced a constant battle with most nights.
Suddenly she heard a car pull up the drive way and soon later the door lock rattling. She looked over and soon her wife appeared through the door. She could barely see her but she could tell she was all flustered. She had her hands full of grocery bags and what looked like a skateboard.
Santana jumped up "Here let me help you." She said racing over to her wife.
"Thanks babe," she said with a sigh, then flicking on the lights, "oh and we have remind the kids to put away their toys." She said placing down the skateboard, "I tripped...again."
Santana gave an understanding nod, "Why don't you let me put these away. And you go and make us a nice warm, relaxing bath."
Brittany smiled, "Ok babe, meet you upstairs. Don't take too long"
"I won't." She laughed, as Brittany quietly went up the stairs.
Santana lay on her wife feeling her bare skin on her back. The water was still warm, although they had been in there for 10 minutes, the candles and flower petals Britt had set out, made it feel so much more romantic.
"Has anyone ever told you're the most beautiful women in the world?" Asked a smirking Santana who looked up at her wife, making Brittany blush.
"Well actually multiple times." She giggled.
Santana turned to face Brittany and they both reached in for a kiss. A long, passionate kiss.
As they pulled away smiling they heard there bedroom door creak.
They knew it was either Bryssa or Evie, who was much afraid of the dark, she may have been a diva at times, but she was so sweet and had her weaknesses too.
"Come here sweat heart." called out Santana.
And sure enough Evie came running through their bedroom and into their bathroom. Interrupting there romantic moment.
"I can't sleep." She said with a whimper.
"Oh baby." Pouted Brittany
"Okay...well how about you leave me and mommy to finish up here and well come and see you in a few minutes." Asked Santana
Evie nodded in agreement,
"But first give your mommies a kiss." Santana said puckering her lips and tapping them with one finger. And the same did Brittany.
It was sort of a thing that they did in the Lopez-Pierce household. After giving her kisses she ran down the hall to her bedroom.
"Maybe well have to check everyone asleep next time." Whispered Brittany.
As they entered their daughter's room, they saw her looking through the window at the beautiful night sky.
"What are you doing?" Asked Brittany now in her favourite pink silk robe.
Evie looked up, but said nothing.
"Okay into bed baby." said Santana tapping Evie's butt, whilst Brittany pulled down the blinds.
As Evie lay in bed her mothers huddled over her, each giving her a kiss on her forehead.
She smiled at them waiting for what she wanted. She wanted to hear her mothers beautiful voices. She wanted them to sing her a lullaby.
A kiss when I wake in the morning
A kiss when I go to bed,
A kiss when I burn my fingers,
A kiss when I bump my head.
A kiss when my bath begins
A kiss when my bath is over,
My mamma is as full of kisses
As nurse is full of pins.
A kiss when I pull her hair,
A kiss when I play with my rattle;
She covered me all over with kisses
The day that I fell down stair.
A kiss when I give her trouble,
A kiss when I give her joy;
There's nothing like mamma's kisses
To her own little baby girl.