Rachel Lopez stood in the kitchen of the home she shared with her family in Lima, Ohio. She'd been married to the most wonderful woman, Santana Lopez for twenty years and they had six kids together, with Finn Hudson as the donor. They had talked about it when they first got married.
FLASHBACK
"Rach, how many kids do you want?" Santana asked, holding her wife of six months in her arms while lying in their bed. Rachel looked up and giggled.
"Kids already? San, I'm not going to leave you." Rachel teased. Santana rolled her eyes and kissed her wife.
"That's not what I meant. I mean, I want us to have children some day and I want to talk about it." Rachel smiled.
"You want us to have kids together?" she asked softly. Santana nodded.
"Call me crazy for wanting more Rachel Berrys in the world, but I'm willing to do it." Santana said.
"Shut up. Okay. On the count of three, we'll both say how many we want at the same time."
"How can I say how many I want if you told me to shut up?" Santana asked.
"San."
"Sorry. Okay... One... Two... Three..."
"Three." they said in unison. Both girls broke into a smile.
"You want three kids?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded. "Me too."
"I gathered that." her wife said.
"Okay. So we each want three kids... I have an idea. We'll have six and we'll each carry three of them. We can alternate." Rachel said.
"Six sounds like a lot more than three." Santana pointed out.
"You don't like the idea?" Rachel asked.
"I love it, baby." Santana said, smiling.
END FLASHBACK
They had made a deal. Whoever didn't deliver the baby got to choose the name. Rachel had gone first, giving birth to their eldest son and child, Aaron Christopher (after Finn's father) Elliot Lopez, though everyone just called him Ace due to his initials. Next it was Santana's turn, giving birth to Bridget Haley Lopez. Rachel went again, giving birth to Nathaniel Easton (Finn chose that name) Lopez, though everyone called him Easy (much to Rachel's dismay) as it was a shortening of Easton and it had been his first word. Santana had had a joke about that, but Rachel hadn't appreciated it.
FLASHBACK
"I cannot believe we are going to call our son Easy." Rachel said, holding two year old Nathaniel Easton as she sat on the couch.
"Oh come on, Rach. Its cute. Besides, its better than Nathaniel - which I chose after your father. In fact, Ace's third name is after your other dad. Anyway, it was his first word. It has sentimental value." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes. "Besides, it was pretty funny when he said-"
"Easy Easy." the boy happily said. Santana laughed.
"That. Are you sure I didn't carry him? You thought I was pretty easy when we were younger." Santana said. Rachel glared. "He's going to be just like how his mommy was high school." she said, sitting next to the boy. "You're funny little guy." she laughed, tickling him. Five year old Ace and four year old Bridget laughed at their baby brother.
"Easy's funny." Ace said. Santana looked at Rachel.
"The name's stuck now, baby." she said.
END FLASHBACK
Next, Santana gave birth to Piper Alisa Lopez. Next, Rachel gave birth to Melissa Brianna Lopez. Finally, Santana gave birth to their last child, Keegan Michael Lopez. It was hectic, but the two women wouldn't change it for anything. Rachel smiled as she heard the front door open, signaling that some member of her family was home. "Rach?" the voice of her wife called out.
"In the kitchen." she responded. Soon, the familiar feeling of her wife's arms were around her waist.
"Mmm... what are you doing?" Santana asked. Rachel looked up.
"What does it look like, San?" she asked. Santana shrugged. "I'm making dinner, smart one."
"Damn right I am. I've been smart since high school." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes. "I was smart enough to start dating you!"
"No, you thought that dating me would break Brittany and Artie up and I thought dating you would break Finn and Quinn up, but in reality it only caused the two of us to fall in love and then Finn and Brittany started dating each other." Rachel said.
"No need to be technical." Santana said, kissing Rachel on the cheek. The front door slammed. "Hmm... I wonder which one of the brats is home."
"Shut up. You love your children and you know it." Rachel said. Santana shrugged. "Oh by the way, Melissa is going to be home late. The boys and girls basketball teams have to alternate who uses the court first and its the boys' week to go first." Her wife nodded.
"Okay. I'll pick her up at 8." she said. The sound of small feet echoed throughout the house and soon a small boy entered the kitchen. Santana and Rachel smiled at their ten year old son.
"Hey Keegan." Rachel said. The boy went over to his smaller mother and hugged her. Even though Santana had been the one to carry him, he and Rachel had a stronger bond than he did with Santana.
"How was school, buddy?" Santana asked. Before he could answer, the front door slammed again and they heard the unmistakable sound of four teenagers arguing. "Crap." she said, going into the living room. "Hey! What is going on?" she yelled. All at once, four teenagers were trying to talk to her. "Okay, I love you guys, but shut up!" she said. The sound instantly stopped. "Thank you. Now, Ace, what's going on?" she asked.
"Well, me and Ease are fighting and Bridge and Piper are fighting." Seventeen year old Ace said. Sixteen year old Bridget, fifteen year old Easy, and fourteen year old Piper nodded.
"Okay. You two," she said, looking at the girls. "Hold on. You two, what's going on?" she asked her oldest sons. Both started yelling and soon the girls were joining in again. Rachel was soon in the room.
"Okay, okay... Bridget, Piper, what's wrong?" Rachel asked, stepping in and allowing Santana to focus on the boys. Keegan dejectedly walked through the room and went toward the stairs. "Keegan! Keegan, honey! Oh, Bridget, calm down! Keegan!" Rachel gave up and focused on her fighting daughters. It seemed to go on forever until they smelled smoke. "Oh no... my casserole!" Rachel said, sprinting into the kitchen.
"You four sit on the couch... not next to the one you're fighting with." Santana said, following her wife. "How's the casserole?" she asked, coughing through the smoke.
"Burnt. We can't eat this and we aren't going to let the kids eat it." Rachel said.
"That doesn't sound so bad right now."
"Santana! Just order a pizza." Rachel said.
"Thank god your doctor told you to stop being a vegan." Santana said, grabbing the kitchen phone. As they were putting the dinner dishes away, a door slammed. Rachel looked at Santana with wide eyes.
"You did remember to pick up Melissa, right?"
"Shit." she mumbled under her breath. An angry thirteen year old walked into the kitchen. "Mel, I am so sorry."
"Hey Mom, Mama... practice was great. No worries, I caught a ride home with Jessica." she said.
"Why didn't you call?" Rachel asked.
"I did! No one picked up." Melissa said.
"Your brothers and sisters were fighting again. Here, I'll heat you up some dinner." Rachel said. Suddenly, Bridget was in the kitchen.
"Mom, Mama, Piper keeps-"
"Whoa Princess. I'm talking to them now." Melissa said.
"Shut up, Mel!"
"You shut up!"
"Both of you shut up!" Santana said. The sisters stopped, but glared at each other. "Mel, take your dinner up to your room." she said.
"Piper keeps taking my stuff." Bridget said.
"Piper knock it off!" Rachel yelled.
"But-"
"Piper Alisa..." Santana warned. The girl sighed.
"Fine." Bridget turned around and walked off with a smug smile.
"Bridge. Straight to your room." Santana said. Rachel groaned as she grabbed Melissa's pizza out of the oven. Santana went upstairs and fell on their bed. Soon, Rachel was in their room. "Thank you so much for being so successful when you were on Broadway, thus giving us the start we had and me the incentive to try to be successful too." she said, as her wife lay next to her.
"Why?"
"Because now we're rich and we can afford a house where all six of our kids can have their own rooms." Santana said. Rachel nodded, but Santana could tell something was up. "What's wrong?" she asked, resting her head in one hand and pulling Rachel closer to her with the other.
"I think we've been neglecting Keegan." Rachel said, brushing osme hair out of Santana's face.
"Rach, we aren't neglecting Keegan." Santana said as she stroked Rachel's cheek.
"Did you know that he won first place in his school science fair?" Rachel asked, leaning into the familiar touch.
"Keegan was in a science fair?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded. "There was a science fair?"
"Yea... and we didn't even know. Today he won the 5th grade spelling bee." Rachel said.
"Okay, so we missed a couple of events, but we aren't neglecting him." Santana said. There was a knock on the door before it opened. "What's up?"
"Is Keegan okay? I asked him if he wanted to play Xbox before he went to bed and he said no. He never says no." Easy said.
"That worries me." Rachel said for reason unknown to her son. Santana smirked, remembering her old high school mantra. She turned to Rachel.
"That's how you know I carried him." she said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Huh?" Easy asked. Santana laughed.
"Nothing, sweetie. I'm sure Keegan will be okay. He's probably just tired tonight." Rachel said. Easy nodded and left the room Rachel held up a note.
"What's that?" Santana asked.
"A note from his teacher. We have a meeting tomorrow at noon." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow and grabbed the note, reading it out loud.
'Mrs. and Mrs. Lopez,
I'm concerned about your son, Keegan. His behavior has changed immensely since the beginning of the year. Today, after the spelling bee, he got into a fight, attacking another student. If possible, I'd like to meet with you both tomorrow at noon to discuss this.
Mrs. Ulrich'
"Rach, I don't know if-"
"Find a way. You're going to be there." Rachel said. Santana nodded and grabbed her phone.
"My twelve o'clock meeting is cancelled. I'll be there." Santana promised.