Summary

- Brittany and Santana are happily married and have two young daughters and a son. The kids have summer vacation and so the family is stuck with each other for six weeks. How are they going to handle it? Focused on their family life. Brittana with a little Fabberry -

Chapter 1

Week 1, Monday

"Erin, Sièra stop it!" Santana shouted frustrated, sitting at the kitchen table and trying to read the Monday morning newspaper.

"Siera started it mama!" Erin complained, looking disgruntled. "She called me stupid." She pointed accusatively to her now angrier sister.

"Did not!" Siera pleaded loudly, making her other mommy run in the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Hé, don't shout so much you guys!" Brittany shouted herself and gave the girls a stern look. She tried to figure out why they were fighting although it was very obvious.

"Are you bugging your sister again Siera?" she asked her daughter but she already knew the truth from seeing Erin's hurt face.

"No," Siera lied without really believing her mommy was going to buy her lie but you never know. Brittany waited a little longer so the young Latina had time to think about her answer and maybe change it but it wasn't the 's lie didn't work and it got her mother angry.

"Go to your room," Brittany commanded but her daughter was not making any movement what so ever and gave her the arrogant infamous Lopez glance. Which led to Santana to finally put her newspaper down and stand by her wife.

"Do what your mother tells you, now," she ordered while looking intimidating. It always scared the little Latina so the girl quickly made her way upstairs and you could hear her slam the door of her room.

Santana sighed and grabbed the newspaper again. Brittany sighed too and stroked her son's blond hair, who was also sitting at the kitchen table, eating his cereals and not looking like he was bothered by all the fighting. He was a sweet kid.

Brittany felt bad for Erin. Siera could go too far when it came to teasing her sister sometimes. They were very good friends and Siera could be the sweetest person with her sister but she's just not a morning person, just like her mama. Brittany could deal with a grumpy Santana; morning sex or coffee and otherwise just keeping your calm but unfortunately, she couldn't deal with a grumpy Siera. Nobody could.

Erin, on the other side, was a spontaneous, honest and happy girl. Everybody adored her, so did Siera.
In situations like these Brittany always lets her daughter do something she really likes to do, to forget what her sister just said to her.

"Erin sweetheart, could you walk around the garden with Sadie for me?" she asked her daughter who was of course happy to assist and immediately called for her dog. When she passed Brittany at the kitchen door, her mother gave her a kiss. "You are not stupid, you hear me?" she told her and Erin nodded but not very convenient.

"Love ya," Santana called before Erin walked out of the house and the Latina stood up to make some coffee for her and her wife. Behind her she heard Brittany sitting down at the kitchen table and sigh.

"San," she said moaning. "Why didn't you intervene sooner?" she asked and Santana turned around from the coffee machine.

"Britt, I was going to," she answered with a high voice. "But than you came in the room and did it for me" she explained and gave Brittany her coffee. "Watch out, it's hot." Brittany smiled while carefully taking the coffee from Santana.

"I know its hot San, you tell me every time," she giggled. After all these years, her wife was cute and protective as hell. They sat quietly for a few seconds while sipping their morning coffee.

"Can you go talk to Siera later?" Brittany asked Santana. "She listens better to you," she explained a little sad, again realizing that she can't handle one of her daughters.

"I will Britt," Santana said gently, taking another sip of her coffee. "But don't you think it's good, if you go talk with her some time?" she suggested but instantly felt regret for it when she saw Brittany looking even more sadly to the floor. "I'm sorry honey," Santana said and took Brittany's hand.

"No, it's not your fault," Brittany whispered. "I just don't know where I went wrong with her. She refuses to listen to me." Santana kissed her wife's cheek and felt bad for her. Siera is with no doubt a though one, just like her mama, and she is using her mommy's kindness to work against her. Smart kid. Little brat.

"You've just been too sweet and easy with her," Santana said while stroking Brittany's hair. "She is just like me when I was that age. My mother almost had to torture me to make me listen to her," Santana told her wife and couldn't help to feel a little proud of herself for making her mom go crazy some times. Santana has never been easy, at any age actually. She was still a pain in the ass for most people.

"Maybe this summer vacation is a nice opportunity to experiment a little with my approach towards Siera," Brittany said with a glimmer of hope in her voice. Santana agreed.

"I think that's a capital idea babe," she said with a grin. "Besides, you look so hot when you discipline," she whispered with her husky voice in Brittany's ear. The blonde shivered at the warmed of Santana 's breath.

"I'll go talk to Siera," Santana said and gave Brittany a kiss on the lips. Then she stood up and walked to the door.

"I love you Britt Britt." She smiled brightly. "I love you too San."

Santana knocked on the door of her daughter's room, the daughter she gave birth to 9 years ago, the mini-me of herself.

"Open the door Siera," she said sternly and the door opened immediately. The little troublemaker didn't look at her, walked back to her bed and plopped down. Santana frowned, followed her and plopped down next to her on the bed. They didn't say anything but just lay there for a couple of minutes. You could only hear the clock ticking.

Siera hesitated at first but was the first one to talk. She thought her mama was quite funny sometimes. "What are you doing mama?" she asked laughing. "Are you going to lie here until I say sorry to Erin?" Santana grinned a little at the adorable laugh of her daughter but fast restored and got back to business.

"You know what you did was wrong Siera, I don't have to tell you that," she said calmly while both of them stared at the ceiling.

"I know," the little Latina wined and turned to face her mother. "I will say sorry to Erin, happy?" Santana sighed at the cheeky remark; this nine year old was being a smartass more and more often.

"No, I'm not happy with that," Santana said slightly irritated. "I want you to also say sorry to your mommy for not listening to her when she told you to go to your room." Siera sighed but nodded. She was glad her mother didn't give her a preach or was frighteningly angry with her. So she gave in and her mother hopped out of bed.

"Also, no swimming for you tomorrow at Rosie's house," Santana added while walking to the door.

"Mama, that's mean!" Siera shouted angrily which made Santana stop.

"I am mean, mija, live with it," she said, grinned and walked away.

Thank you for reading. This is my first fanfic so please give me your opinion on everything, I would really appreciate it. Also, I'm dutch so hopefully my grammar didn't annoy you too much, otherwise, please tell me. Have a nice day!