"MAMAAAAAAAAA!"
Santana groans quietly and nuzzles further into Quinn's neck.
"Mamamamamama!"
Santana gives a resigned sigh and rolls off Quinn onto her side of her bed, glaring at her wife who is openly laughing at her.
"S'not funny." She grumbles. "If they get up this early on the first of December can you even imagine what time they'll be up on the day?"
"Stop being a grump." Quinn says, climbing out of bed and pulling on her robe. "They love Christmas."
"Oh no, do not say the C-word Q. I am so not ready."
"The C-word?" Quinn scoffs "And you're going to have to be ready, we've got 24 days."
Before Santana can respond the door slams open and two bodies hurtle onto the bed.
She shrieks a little in surprise when the two land on her legs, and rubs her eyes.
When she opens them she sees two pairs of eyes glinting down at her and she can't help the smile that spreads across her face.
"Good morn-"
"Mama it's Christmas!" the youngest of the two shouts excitedly.
"Not quite yet Mija." She says pulling the mini Quinn into her embrace, twirling her blond hair through her fingers. "A few days to go."
"No Mama it is!" the boy says. His black hair flopping onto his forehead and he nods excitedly. "The twelve days of Christmas!"
Not having the heart to correct him she just nods in understanding. Kissing his head before sitting up and gesturing them to get off the bed.
The two run from the room in their pyjamas talking animatedly about the month ahead.
She's sort of just smiling at the door her children just ran through dopily, when she hears Quinn yelling after them.
"Elle, sit at the table! Tell Caleb too as well!" Quinn stands with her ear cocked to the door for a second before sighing.
"They heard you, you know. They're pretending not too."
"I know" Quinn replies moving from the door to kiss her wife briefly on the lips. "You got the advent calendars right?"
"What!" Santana says her mouth falling open "I- I thought your Mom was getting them!? When did you-"
That's when she notices the tiny grin on Quinn's face.
"You bitch."
"You love it."
Santana doesn't reply, just slaps Quinn's ass and follows her out the room grumbling.
