AN: After Geronimo people were super interested that I do a family fic with Chartana where they're raising their kids together. So I said maybe, so long as I thought of something decent. So I decided to take it out of the Geronimo world and tweak the story a bit, for some more humorous situations. Well you'll probably see what's going on. These are one shots and I'm probably not going to do it in chronological order. So if you the reader have prompts for this fic then please go ahead.
Song: Never Grow Up -Taylor Swift
Disclaimer I own nothing.
"No!" Isabela said eying the shopping cart and then looking at her mom. "I don' wanna."
Santana sighed and looked at her two year old daughter, her new favorite word was 'no' and it was becoming infuriating really quickly. "Alright Bela, you don't have to ride in the cart. But you have to promise to stay beside me and be my helper, like a big girl." Santana added, it was the magic words and her daughter brightened at this.
Isabela nodded her head, "Kay," she said clutching onto the cart and walking alongside her mother.
It would take them a bit longer than she anticipated to get the groceries but she wasn't in a rush today. It was her day off which meant that she could spend as much time with her daughter and they were running low on food. It was a perfectly normal thing to do on a Saturday morning, and she wanted Isabela to have a perfectly normal childhood. "Alright first thing on the list is produce," Santana said eying the produce section that was at the entrance of the store. "What type of fruits and veggies do you think we can trick your mom into eating?" She asks Isabela who giggles at this. Charlie was okay with fruits, as long as they were diced and she could dip them in the dip that came along with the fruit tray which defeated the purpose of eating fruit, but she hadn't given up hope yet. Especially since Isabela was at a stage where she was picking up all of Charlie's bad habits.
Isabela looked around and moved to one of the refrigeration units and grabs a fruit tray that's at her level and waddles back to her mom. "This."
Santana stares at the fruit tray, well at least its fruit and she doesn't actually have to cut it up for Bela, it's already in small pieces, she could snack on it healthily and she could always get rid of the dip. Santana takes the fruit tray and places it in the cart moving the cart to the refrigerated unit. She shakes her head and empties the bottom shelf into the cart, she was going to need at least another cart. She didn't quite understand how Charlie managed to do it. "Alright, let's go get some bread and—"
"CAKE!" Isabela said running off towards the bakery where she went to go look at the cakes on display.
Santana watched her daughter and shook her head, she needed to get the bagels and the wraps and the sliced white bread because Isabela wouldn't eat the whole-wheat one or any of the multi-grain bread that was healthier for her. She kept a careful eye on her daughter who was looking at the cake with Sofia the First on it and shook her head. Her daughter was obsessed with that show. They have a new three-pack of white bread and Santana takes one before putting in the giant muffins that were on sale and she's glad that they gave her a coupon it'd save them on groceries this week and they're having a sale on dishwasher liquid which is good because they're nearly out. She makes sure she grabs as many bagels as she can, and looks over at Isabela again who is talking animatedly with one of the bakers and she shakes her head. She frowns slightly when the baker moves and has a tray of freshly baked cookies. She had talked to Bela about going up to strangers. She wasn't thrilled with the idea of Bela taking things from strangers either. "Bela?" Santana said as her daughter began to eat the cookie and turned to her as she took another one from the tray. Santana groaned and moved quickly. "Bela—" she begins again.
The baker hadn't quite noticed Santana for a moment, "And you should take that home and give that to your ma," the baker said and Bela nodded and eyed the cookie. She didn't honestly think that Bela was going to manage to go the entire day without taking a small bite. "Remember I'll ask her if you gave it to her."
Bela huffed at this and turned to her mom and held up the cookie. "For ma," she says holding the cookie up for Santana to see. He She moves and puts it in her mother's purse because that's where everything goes, and moves to grab the cart again.
Santana shakes her head and turns to the baker, "Thank you," she says before moving on. Doing the shopping for food wasn't really her thing, but Charlie was busy and the house like usual was devoid of most food. She begins to move again, going to the next aisle where she picks up some granola bars and a few fruit snacks for Bela that Charlie loved to munch on as well. "Cereal next?"
"Twix!" Bela said moving to the brightly colored box with a rabbit on it and grabbing the box.
Santana's nose crinkled a bit at this, "Let's see if we can get something that doesn't look like a unicorn threw up?" Santana suggests and moves to honey nut cheerios, stopping to grab the vanilla and almond special K and some granola tossing it into the cart.
Bela didn't let go of the box. "Twix!" She said loudly holding and shaking the box as she followed her mom down the aisle, ignoring the looks she was getting from people. She tries to throw it into the cart but is to short and it bounces back down causing her to pick it up and try again.
"Bela—no throwing," Santana said catching the box of Trix and putting it back. "No Trix this time, we still have plenty at home and we already have enough things with too much sugar. So let's get some healthy breakfast food alright?" Santana said keeping her face neutral even though it looked like Bela was about to throw a tantrum. "Bela, it doesn't matter how much you cry and throw things I am not getting you another box of Trix." Bela stomped her foot at this and Santana was reminded of Rachel and shivered. She wasn't going to allow her daughter to turn into a diva. "Come on Bela, we need to get some meat," Santana said shaking her head as she looked at the list. Ground Beef. Turkey. Chicken. Pork. Beef. Bacon. Maybe she should pick up some fish just to make sure that they were eating relatively healthy. She turned to make sure that Bela was still following her and shook her head. "Come on Bela," she said and moved to start piling in the meats that they needed for dinner.
Bela huffed and stared her mother angrily stomping her foot again, she wanted her Trix. They were for kids and she really liked rabbits—they were silly and if she ate it all then the rabbit couldn't get her Trix. She grabbed the box anyway and followed her mom and threw the box in again, this time it hit the tip of the cart and fell in and she clapped her hands because her mom hadn't quite noticed yet. She looked around and wandered off to look at the brightly colored books that were on display and grabbed one and sat down opening the book to look at the pictures. She was beginning to get warm and she frowns and squirms out of her little skirt and shirt tossing them aside and sitting back down. That's much better and she continues to flip through the book.
Santana balanced the various meats that she had picked up and dumped it into the cart, she was most definitely going to need another cart, but until she needed to pick another one up she was going to rearrange her cart so she still had a bit of space. She frowned when she noticed the box of Trix. "Bela—I said no Trix remember?" She said picking up the box and looking around. Panic began to slowly creep its way in when she didn't immediately see her daughter. "Bela?" she called out, immediately moving away from her cart to check the aisles. She knew she should have insisted on putting her in the cart but she was getting to an age where she wanted to be seen as a big girl. Which didn't quite seem to translate into potty training just yet. "Bela?" Santana called out again, frowning. Her daughter always came when she called even when she knew she was doing something she wasn't supposed to. She checked the cereal aisle once again and then moved back to the bakery but she wasn't there. Santana made a face wondering where she could have gotten to when she noticed her daughter's clothes on the ground near an open book and her heart dropped. "Isabela?" Santana said rushing to the clothes. "Where are you?" She picked up the shed clothes and looked around the area.
Isabela glanced up at her mother and immediately covered her hands to stop from giggling, her mom always did this when she was right in the room pretending not to see her. She stays perfectly still and her mom wanders off and she grins proudly, until her stomach grumbles and she realizes that she's hungry. She looks around and spots a bag of chocolate and she moves to it and grabs it dragging it back to the book she's looking at and opens it after trying a few time and begins to eat the chocolate, turning the pages. She feels better almost immediately and grins.
Santana had always figured it would be Charlie who would be making this call to inform her that she had lost their kid in the mall. She had been prepared for it to some extent but Charlie hadn't lost Bela, she had. She had lost their daughter first. "Have you seen my daughter?" Santana asked but she was met with people shaking their head and she wanted to shut the store down. But instead she picked up her phone as she once again checked the aisles. She quick dialed Charlie as she got down on her knees to see if her daughter had crawled into an open space. The phone gets picked up on the second ring and Santana hears the sound of fighting in the background and things exploding, as well as the usual static that comes with talking to her wife. "I lost her."
'What do you mean you lost her?' Charlie's voice echoes into the phone, as she places her hands on two of the guard's shoulders and watches as they drop, stunned. Well she hoped they were stunned she was currently a bit agitated.
"She wanted Trix and I said no—I found her clothes on the ground Charlie and no one is reporting a missing toddler running around the store naked," Santana said panicking. "You don't think—Charlie what if one our many enemies got their hands on her?"
'Santana no one knows who we are remember. We wear perception filters for that reason so we can save the world and come back home and play with our daughter, and have normal lives. She's probably throwing a tantrum because you wouldn't let her have her Trix.' Charlie said hissing as the sound of gunfire was heard and she ducked behind a wall. Lightning sparked in her hands and she frowned when the static got worse on the phone. She couldn't do both.
Santana frowned, "This isn't my fault! She talks to strangers! She takes things from strangers!" This isn't my fault. If anything this is your fault—what if she got taken by some pedophile or something! Charlie we need to find her. I'm going to call Sue and tell her to lock down this area so we can search everyone, and we need to—get Brittany to hack into every fucking phone, and every street camera so we can find her. You know the first forty-eight hours are critical."
'None of this would be a problem if you had just let me chip her like I wanted.' She really couldn't help herself. Her mind was being pulled two different places at once. And getting shot didn't help anyone, cause then she'd be bleeding and injured and Sue would expect her to complete the mission anyway. Plus she'd still be worried about Bela.
"I didn't let you chip her because she's not a pet Charlie. You don't go chipping human beings. She's our daughter!" Santana hissed at Charlie. She worried enough for the both of them and she didn't want to turn into those parents. She just couldn't deal with Charlie right now. "This isn't time for jokes Charlie—we need to find her. What if something happens to her?" Santana said she had checked and she hadn't heard Bela crying for her. It was a giant fucking red flag that something wasn't right and she could feel her body temperature rising as her agitation grew. This wasn't good, she couldn't just burn the place down.
'Santana, take a breath and start again—she's our daughter. She doesn't even like strangers not really. Remember? She doesn't even like Sue and she really doesn't like leaving our side when we're around—if someone had taken her and stripped her down in the store someone would have noticed. So maybe she's hiding and fell asleep like when we found her curled up in our laundry basket when we were playing hide and seek.' Charlie swore as a bullet chipped the concrete near her head. 'Santana—I really need to take care of this and I'll try not to fry the tech again but you know how it is.'
Santana exhaled slowly and headed back to where she had let the cart, and pulls her ear away from the phone as the white noise became louder an indication that Charlie was currently engaged and she exhaled, and closed her eyes. She needed to remember her training and look at things objectively and she decides to go back to where she had found Isabela's clothes and look for any clues. She pauses as she looks at the open bag of candy that hadn't been there before and the chocolate covered book that has child sized fingerprints on it. Bela was still in the store. She probably was just hiding and she had short legs so it was unlikely she had gotten far. "Bela?"
Bela rubbed her eyes with her mother and looked up at her, she was tired. So very tired and she held her hands up for her mom to pick her up, the book was boring now and her tummy hurt from all the candy. She sniffled, not feeling all that great. "Mommy," she whined holding her hands up and she watched as Santana jumped back.
"Bela?" Santana asked staring at her daughter who was slowly coming back into view and looked positively miserable while covered in chocolate. Invisibility. That was her daughter's power. She had been expecting—and hoping that Isabela would take after her and be able to control and manipulate fire—she had made sure that everything she owned was fire proof just in case.
"Mommy. Tummy hurts," Bela explained sniffling she wanted to cuddle her mom and she watched as her mother kneeled down in front of her as she stood up and ran to her arms. She took three steps towards her and turned positively green before she emptied the contents of her stomach onto her mother, in a projectile vomit sort of way splashing her mother against the chest and pants. Once she finishes she begins to cry, big tear drops running down her face as she runs to her mother, not even noticing the vomit and latches onto her. "My tummy," she whines.
Santana gags inwardly, the smell of slightly digested chocolate hitting her nose as she picks Isabela up and holds her tightly against her. "It's okay Bela, it'll be okay," she says nuzzling her, letting her daughter cling to her. "Mommy's got you," she says gently rocking her and gently stroking her head. She ignores everyone that looks at her and she knows she's a mess but her daughter had super-powers. Charlie was going to be incredibly jealous that she hadn't gotten to witness it. It only takes a few more moments of rocking till Bela's fast asleep, she probably hadn't even quite noticed that she was using her powers and had worn herself out.
'Santana did you find her?' Charlie asks as she picks up her communication unit, and looks around at the soldiers that are all knocked out.
Santana looked around at the people and quickly moved to get her purse and quickly left the store. There was no more shopping today. She kept a hold of Isabela before she slipped her into the car and put her in her car seat and closed the door, before getting into her seat. "Charlie—we have a bit of a situation," Santana said as she closed the doors. "I found her—but—"
'Is she hurt? Thank god—did she walk away with someone? Did you set that person on fire?" Charlie asked as she let out a relieved sigh. She had been more worried than she had let on.
"No—she was well where her clothes were—she got her powers Charlie, she's two and she got her powers," there was a bit of pride in Santana's voice but there was also worry. She didn't even get her powers till she was close to puberty. All those bodily changes—and learning that she could set things on fire. Her daughter was two.
'I didn't even want to go to work today! How could I miss something that important in her life—wait—she's two. What the hell are her powers?' Charlie asks her excitement and annoyance all coming together and now she was curious. 'Can she make lightning?'
"No. She goes invisible—what the hell are we going to do Charlie? We certainly can't leave her with a regular babysitter. What the hell are we supposed to do?" Santana asks keeping her voice down even though she suspected that Bela was out for the count.
Charlie was quiet for a moment, 'We need to chip her and get Brittany to install heat vision into all our eye ware so we can always find her.' She was slightly disappointed she had hoped that their daughter would share her powers. She had already envisioned training her daughter. Though it was probably a good thing she didn't need her daughter creating EMPs that would practically fry all their hardware. She had enough trouble with that as it is.
"And who's going to take care of her," Santana asks as she begins to drive home, Charlie immediately switching to the car speakers so she could talk and drive. "Your parents are criminals, mine are still active though they really need to retire, and my abuela is well—well my abuela. We wanted to give her a normal life!"
'Well, I don't see why we can't? I mean, it's not like we're going to start training her to be a superhero—she is going to need to learn how to control her powers, which is going to be difficult given the fact that she's two. But we can still do normal things with her—whatever that is. We'll figure out the babysitter issue at least. Worst comes to the worst we can get Brittany to watch her.'
Santana winced at that idea, "Charlie—you know how much I love Brittany, she's my best friend—but she loses things all the time and she gets lost in her head. Do you really want her watching our daughter?"
'Good point, and we can't give her to Puck either or she'll think it's acceptable to watch boys—or girls in the locker room when they change. Why don't we see what Sue suggests? She's far too young to go to the academy. And it's not like they have a daycare either.'
"Do you think one of us should go inactive for the next three years until she's ready to go?" Santana asked biting her lip.
'I think if you want to go inactive, then we should think about it. It's not like we need both of our incomes, we get paid well for what we do.' Charlie said as she zapped someone else on her way out.
Santana pause and looked at the phone, "Who said I was talking about me? You know I make way more than you do in endorsements and my action figure sells more!"
'Yeah your actions figures sell a lot—to the creepy old men.' Charlie said in a snippy tone.
"Well at least I'm not endorsing fabric softener, what with all that static that you cause." Santana snipes back at Charlie and glances back at Bela who makes a face in her sleep. "Look Charlie we'll figure it out, I'll see you at home tonight." Santana says calmly a small smile on her face. They'd get through this. They always did.
AN: Reviews are lovely.
