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Brittany opened her eyes to an empty bed on the first day of December. So used to being welcomed by her wife's warmth in the morning, she groaned and sunk further into her duvet at the feeling of the crisp winter morning air. Chancing a look at the alarm clock on her bedside table, which told her it was way too early to be awake on a Saturday morning, a small box that hadn't been there the night before caught her eye. The Christmas wrapping covered box, which had been wrapped so beautifully read Britt on the candy cane shaped tag. Her heart melted instantly at the sight of the handwriting she knew so well, that of her wife's, and she sat up eagerly to unwrap her new gift.
The bedroom door opened before she could begin to open the box, a zoom of brown flashing before Brittany's before she was tackled by her pride and joy. "Momma, momma, momma! Wake up! It's Christmas!" Brittany laughed as she picked up her daughter and skilfully placed her in Santana's vacant position on the bed. "It's not Christmas just yet Bel, but I'm loving your excitement already!" Isabella frowned at her mother's words and Brittany snorted at the identical pout that mimicked her wife's.
"Why are you awake so early honey? With all that playing in the snow we did last night I'd have thought you'd sleep until noon." The night before Boston had had its first snow fall, and Brittany wasted no time in wrapping up and convincing her wife and daughter to engage in snowball fight in their garden.
"Mama's pancakes woke me up!" the six-year-old girl proclaimed excitedly.
"Her pancakes woke you up?" Brittany quirked an eyebrow. "What, were they screaming your name at seven o'clock in the morning?" the blonde woman smirked.
"No, silly momma! Pancakes can't talk! They smelled so yummy I just had to wake up and mama made me two grande pancakes and she let me have lots of syrup.." the girl paused and frowned. "But I wasn't supposed to tell you that so don't tell mama that you know."
At the mention of her wife, Santana appeared in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Don't tell mama what?" she asked with a raise brow. Isabella giggled and dove under the duvet into Brittany's side. "Bella have you been telling Momma our secrets?" she questioned in a faked worried tone that caused her daughter to shoot up from under the duvet with wide eyes. "Noooo!" the smaller version of Santana whined. "It just fell out of my mouth, like the way you curse sometimes around me when you're not supposed to. By the way, what does mierda mean?"
Santana spluttered and Brittany watched with amused eyes. "That's enough of that Bels." The blonde answered for her suddenly mute wife. "How about you go and brush your teeth and get rid of all that sugar your mom fed you?" she laughed and nudged Bella towards the door, who pulled a tongue at Santana as she ran out of the room.
"That kid is going to cause me a heart attack one day, I swear. I can't believe the sneaky rascal told you I gave her lots of syrup! It was a dollop, Britt!" Santana looked at her wife with pleading eyes as she signed down onto the bed.
"Well, the sneaky rascal does take after you, so I guess you're to blame for that." Brittany joked. "Anyways," she reached over and took the wrapped box off the nightstand. "What's this?" she asked as she toyed with the ribbon that adorned the box. Santana blushed and tucked a strand of Brittany's hair behind her ear. "I know I've been very Grinch-y at Christmas for like, the last ten years, so I'm making it up to you this year. I read something on Facebook about this twelve days of Christmas tradition, so I'm starting it this year with you and Bella."
"Santana," Brittany visibly deflated. Her wife was honestly the best wife in the world. "Just because you don't get as excited as me for Christmas, doesn't mean you're the Grinch. But I love this idea. Bels is going to be so excited to get gifts before Christmas day."
Santana grinned and leant over to peck her wife's lips. "I love you, Britt. So, are you going to open it or keep playing with the ribbon, which by the way took me fucking forever to get right."
Brittany smirked and carefully unwrapped the box, Santana's eyes following her every move. Tears sprung to blue eyes when she opened the lid and saw what Santana had thought of. A personalised Christmas bauble with a picture their small family, complete with Lord and Lady Tubbington stared back up at her.
"Do you like it babe?" Santana asked carefully as Brittany took it out and inspected it closer. She was not expecting her blonde to mount her stomach and place kisses all over her face.
"I love it. I love it so much, and I love you so much San. This is the best gift you've ever given me, besides yourself. This is so thoughtful and beautiful Santana, I can't wait to put this on the tree. This beats the Disney ones you found a few years ago by a mile."
Santana laughed and placed a few month kisses to her wife's lips. "The best gift you've gotten yet" She exclaimed with a smile. "You're very welcome, and I'm glad you love it. Bella helped me order it a few days ago, the kid is better than me at the damn internet. Speaking of trees, how do you feel about putting up all the decorations today?"
At that comment, Brittany jumped out of bed and ran out of the room calling her daughter's name. Santana, content with her wife's reaction, sighed and sat back against the headboard, waiting for the impending excited cuddle attack she was about to get from her wife and daughter. She officially loved Christmas.
AN: so I still can't write for shit but this was a cute idea I had whilst getting into the Christmas spirit and I still can't get over brittana. Updates to follow