*Set 14 Years Later*
5th of February 2025
"Okay, Zach, slow down, hey!" Santana ran after her son down the hall. Brittany looked at her wife and winked. "Zach!" She said. The little latino boy jumped onto the couch and started to jump up and down, "Zachary Antonio Pierce-Lopez, you get down this instant," Santana said sternly at her six year old son. It was the day after his birthday, he was probably still high on sugar.
"But it's the closest to my birthday, I can do what I want," he whined, still jumping up and down. He was biologically Santana's, hence his stubborn behaviour.
"Zach, I have breakfast, want some?" Brittany called from the kitchen. He and Santana automatically whipped there heads to face Brittany. He nodded, standing still on the sofa, "you're gonna have to come get it," she said, placing the bowl of cereal on the kitchen table.
"Okay Momma," he smiled. He had those cute ass Lopez dimples. Santana shook her head, rolling her eyes at Brittany. The blonde walked up to her.
"Definitely your son," she whispered into Santana's lips.
"Except for the fact that he gets up at seven o'clock on weekends, he gets that from you babe," Santana shrugged, laughing and placing another kiss on Brittany's lips, "I'm gonna get Toby up." Yeah, they had three sons. Toby was the baby of the family, being only three. He was biologically Brittany's, but carried by Santana, her first successful carriage. Santana walked down the hall to find Zach and Toby's room. Their youngest had strawberry blonde hair, much like Jane Pierce, and freckles. He sat on the bedroom floor playing with his old teddy, "come on buddy, it's time for breakfast," Santana said, leaning on the door frame. He looked up at her with his deep brown eyes and nodded quickly. He jumped onto his feet and ran down the hall, much like Zach, to the kitchen.
Toby Kayden Pierce-Lopez was very much trying to be the exact copy of his older brother, and best friend, Zachary. Brittany had once caught him trying to colour his hair brown, which she had to wash out. Everything Zach would do, Toby did.
Brittany helped lift Toby into his seat where he sat up on his knees, peering into the bowl of cereal. He swam his plastic spoon through the milk and soggy cereal, "mijo, don't play with your food," Santana ruffled his blonde hair and he started to eat spoons of it.
"Do you want me to wake up Lucas?" Brittany asked, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist from behind.
"Leave him sleep in, it's the weekend Britt," Santana replied.
"Okay, but wouldn't it be cute to have the whole family up before we all split up," Brittany said softly, pouting at Santana.
"Britt, they are going to Quinn's for, like, one day. They will be back tomorrow," Santana stroked Brittany's cheek. The blonde started to quiver her lip, "Britt, no. Do not use that with me. You know that- okay, I'll get him up."
"Thank you," Brittany smiled. Santana rolled her eyes and made her way down the hall to find Lucas' room, "Sky, your Mom made me wake you up. Please don't hate me," Santana pushed his door open. She winced at the sight of his room. Classic teenager, clothes thrown everywhere, drum sticks left on the floor and guitar picks in every corner, "Lucas, get your ass up now, your Mom want's you up."
"It's too early," the teenager groaned, "and it's the weekend."
"Yeah, I know. You think I want to be up this early? No. So get up now mijo," Santana said sternly, "and clean your room." Lucas groaned and turned over in his bed. He took his hearing aid from the bedside table and put it into his left ear. As he hit the age of five, the hearing in his left ear deteriorated and he lost sixty percent of hearing in that ear. Hence, the hearing aid. He threw on a clean shirt and black jeans and made his way to the kitchen.
"Why did you insist that I get up at seven in the morning," Lucas yawned, banging his head on the table once, "on a weekend," he deadpanned.
"Because... I wanted to see all of my boys before two of them leave me for a day," Brittany pouted.
"That's so stupid."
"Aye, mijo, we don't use that word in our house," Santana said quickly, "have I taught you nothing?"
"Sorry Mami," She checked her watch and just as the clock struck 07:20, the doorbell went of.
"Quinn must be here," After college, Quinn got married to Rachel and they adopted two children from a foster home a few years later. Since they found out Quinn was infertile from a car accident a few years ago, they decided not to have biological children. They had a boy a few months older than Toby (Ben) and a girl the same age as Zach (Mandy). They're brother and sister and Quinn and Rachel have made amazing parents.
Santana walked over to the door quickly and swung it open. She grinned widely when she saw Quinn smiling, "Toby, Zach, get your bags. Thank you for taking them Q," Santana said.
"No problem," Quinn replied, "Rach loves having the house full of kids," she rolled her eyes. Just as she said that, Zach (followed shortly by Toby) were running down the hall, "hey boys, c'mon, Ben and Mandy can't wait to see you."
"Okay," the two boys said in unison before running off down to the car.
"I love you too," Santana shouted in a mocking tone. They didn't even here her.
Quinn scoffed and shook her head, "tell Britt I said 'hi'. See you tomorrow. I'll drop the boys off tomorrow at six." Santana nodded as the blonde girl walked off.
"Brittany, we have the house to ourselves, please meet me in the bedroom," Santana shouted, not realising the teenage boy in the room, "oh, never mind, Lucas is here."
"Um, Mami, can I go to Kyle's house?" The young boy asked, checking his phone for texts.
"It's - like - seven thirty, what would Kyle, or any teenager, be doing up at this time?"
"Can I go to his house later then? And sleep right now," he asked, standing up to Santana's level. At the age of thirteen he was no more than an inch shorter than Santana.
"Yeah, go ahead, it wasn't my idea to get you up in the first place, sleep until your heart's content," Santana replied, kissing his cheek. He spun around on his heel and ran back of to bed, brushing past Brittany's shoulder.
"What is he doing?" Brittany asked, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist.
"Sleeping," Santana laughed. They had been together for almost fifteen years, married for almost nine years. They had three perfect kids and they were only at the mere age of thirty. Both of them still felt those butterflies from way back when whenever they kiss or wake up next to each other, "I love you," the Latina peppered kisses all over her wife's face.
"What was that for?"
"I wanna talk about something," Santana replied, taking a seat on the sofa. She patted a space next to her where Brittany sat.
"Am I in trouble? I'll stop Zach from eating Lord Tubbington's food next time, I swear," Brittany started to panic.
"No, that's not it. But yes, please stop him next time, Toby was about to do the exact same thing," Santana laughed, "I want to have another one. But only of you want to."
"What? Like another cat? I don't think-"
"No, I think we should have another baby. We talked about this last year and I know I wasn't ready then, but I'm ready now. I really want to have a little girl," Santana said, making sure she locked eyes with Brittany.
"San, I don't know. We kind of have a track record with boys. What if we have another boy?" Brittany asked. It not that she didn't want to have another baby with her wife, she'd had ten more if Santana wanted.
"Then we weren't meant to have a girl. I just miss the feeling of being pregnant. When I carried Toby, I felt so close to you, like our bodies and hearts just moulded together even more," Santana didn't want to beg, she wanted her and Brittany to make a good decision, "we have the money to move, or re-arrange the house or -"
"Well, I was thinking about it, I think we can arrange something," Brittany smirked, "I mean, of course I want to have another baby with you. But, this is the last one," she laughed, "four is my maximum," she started to get closer to Santana's lips, "let's complete our family." Both of them loved the way that sounded, 'Our Family'. They had grown their own family. Brittany pinned her wife down slowly, her fingers drawing circles on Santana's stomach. She started to pepper kisses down her jawline and onto her bare shoulder.
"Britt, we shouldn't, Sky is in the-" Santana was cut off by her wife picking her up bridal style and carrying her to their room. She closed the door quickly and straddled Santana's thigh.
"Now we can," the blonde whispered seductively, "you are so sexy," she started to pulled Santana's tank top slowly and snaked her arms around her back to unclasp her bra.
"Britt..." Santana moaned as her wife started to grind on her left thigh, slowly caressing her breasts.
"Let me take care of you," Brittany pulled at the waistband of Santana's jeans, slowly lowering her hand down to her -
"Momma!" Lucas called. Brittany buried her head in the crook of Santana's neck.
"What is it Lukey?" She yelled back, her voice slightly muffled by Santana's warm flesh.
"Can you and Mamí come here a second?" He replied. Brittany shook her head and groaned.
"Yeah, we'll be there in a minute," Santana said loudly.
"Why did we decide to have kids?" Santana laughed softly.
"Says the one who brought up having more," Brittany replied, clasping on her bra again. From the body length mirror she could see Santana pouting, "which I happily and willingly agreed to," Brittany pecked her nose.
They walked down to Lucas' room, "what's up?" Santana asked as she leaned against Lucas' door frame.
"Can I get the new iPhone?" He asked, looking up from his laptop.
"Seriously, B, we stopped making -" Brittany gave her wife a glare, "uh, what new iPhone, I swear we just got you one," Santana quirked an eyebrow at her oldest son.
"The iPhone 6S," he replied. He looked up at his two mothers and pouted, using his big blue eyes as Santana's weakness.
"What's the difference between the iPhone 6 and the iPhone 6S?" Brittany asked, crossing her arms.
"Uh - like - uh-"
"It doesn't matter what the difference is, he's not getting it. But Britt, I think we're due an upgrade," the Latina turned to face her wife,
"Yes Santana, I think we are. How about that new iPhone 6S?" Brittany asked teasingly.
"I think that's perfect Britt-Britt," Santana pecked her wife's lips. They both sniggered as Lucas let out a huge groan.
"But Mamí-"
"Don't but Mamí me," Santana said sternly, "we spoil our kids too much, they just expect that we get them what they want," she shook her head.
"Momma?"
"If your Mamí says no, it's a no. But maybe you'd clean your room, we may think about changing our minds," Brittany winked, closing Lucas' door. The blonde snaked her arms around Santana's stomach, "I'm so proud of you."
"For what?" The Latina turned around in her wife's arms,
"For sticking up and saying no. I know that was tough for you," Britt stroked her wife's caramel cheek with her thumb.
"I just want to give them everything they want, they're amazing kids. They're our kids. And we've got good jobs, we have the money," Santana shrugged, "and they've got that Pierce charm that always seems to work on me. But I understand that they don't need everything, and shouldn't get everything they want."
Santana graduated art school four years after enrolling with honours and got a full time job at the local high school as the head of the Arts Department. When Brittany had Zach she asked to be demoted to part time and stuck to it until a few months after Toby was born. Although she loved spending as much time with her family as possible, the two of them weren't earning enough money to support their family to the fullest. So as soon as the position came up, Santana took back her full time job.
The both of them knew that Santana's job was demanding. However, Brittany's wasn't as demanding on a regular basis. Whereas Santana worked five days a week around the academic year (she got every holiday off with the kids so she enjoyed it), Brittany worked only a few days a week at a dance studio in Central New York (after graduating Julliard). She had gotten close to Mercedes since working there as she worked as a singing client in the same studio. Brittany only worked a few days a week and got only a few weeks of holidays each year, so everything worked out well.
During university they had sorted out a system to look after Lucas. They had made sure their timetables were opposite so that someone would always be home, they had both refused to hire a nanny. Ever since then they had always made sure that with their schedules, someone would always be home.
"That's right, and with a new baby Pierce-Lopez on the way, I think we need to keep our money straight," Brittany stroked the back of her palm against Santana's stomach.
"Britt, there isn't even a baby in there."
"I know, but from now on I am going to look after you as if you are pregnant," the blonde teased, ticking at Santana's sides. If Santana had one weakness (apart from the piercing blue eyes almost all of her kids and wife had) was being tickled.
"B, stop," Santana tried to pry away Brittany's hands from her sides, laughing manically. She eventually got out of Brittany's grip and ran to the sofa.
"Didn't think you'd get away that easily," Brittany jumped on top of her wife and continued tickling all over her body.
"Mercy Britt, mercy!" Santana said through fits of laughter. Brittany's body relaxed and lay on top of Santana's, "so much for looking after me."
"As you said, there isn't even a baby in there," Brittany replied in a mocking tone. She turned over so her stomach was pressing against Santana's, "I love you so much."
"Ditto," the Latina winked, "when do you want to start trying?" Santana asked, sitting up; Brittany was still straddling her thighs. Brittany brushed her top lip against Santana's bottom one.
"As soon as possible," she crashed their lips together. The blonde tried to deepen the kiss but Santana pushed her away lightly.
Santana cleared her throat, "can we talk about something else?" She asked, to which Brittany nodded. Santana ran her fingers over the blonde's knuckles, "when are we going to tell Lucas about Artie?" Brittany's breath hitched and body tensed. The last time Artie was mentioned was on Lucas' second birthday. They had asked Artie if he wanted to visit for Thanksgiving but he freaked out and blew it off. They had seen or spoken of him since, "he's going to have questions, I mean we're lucky he hasn't asked us anything already."
"I don't know Santana. I don't think he needs to know unless he wants to."
"But Artie is his father, whether he's in-"
"Artie stopped being his father the day he decided not to be involved. You and I are his mothers, that's that. Can we just not talk about this, please?"
"Okay, B. We'll talk when your ready," Santana kissed the side of Brittany's forehead and left the room leaving Britt with only her thoughts.
A/N: Well, I am back with this story!
This will consist of the developments of Lucas and all the questions he has. I haven't quite come up with his personality, all I've got is moody teenager. What do you think he's like?
As for Toby and Zach, I've nailed their characters XD
Sorry if I update really slowly with this. It's going to be a lot tougher than Unexpected Event only because there are a few new characters and lots of character development.
Yes, you will get to see flashbacks over the years and Santana's upcoming pregnancy and how she deals with that. But it won't just be her pregnancy, there will be drama of course. And I may even try smut. I've never actually written full on GIRLXGIRL smut so we'll see how that goes.
Anyway, what do you want to see happening?
Do you like it?
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If you have any questions with the ages of anyone and who carried what baby and who is biologically who's, feel free to ask! I've also noted down the birthdays of everyone in the Pierce-Lopez family!
Thank you for reading!
P.S: I will still be updating Old Friends!