Hello everyone, I know it's been a while, but here is the sequel to Santana's Girl that many of you ask for. It takes place eight years after. I'm going to try and get a chapter up at least every two weeks, as I'm currently working on finishing up hand writing out I Can't Live Without You. This story is going to be seven chapters with shorter chapters than Santana's Girl around 3000 to 5000 words maybe longer if I get really inspired. I hope you all enjoy.
Brittany's World
"Brett Lopez-Pierce! Get your ass down here now!" Brittany shouts as she comes storming in from the track.
"What's wrong?" Santana asks rushing over with their two year old daughter Bailey in her arms.
"Your son wrecked two of my racing bikes." Brittany huffs pissed as hell that her favorite bike was now ruined.
Santana rolls her eyes, she knows that Brett's just acting up again because Brittany is about to leave again on the circuit and he doesn't want her to leave. Normally they would go with, but with Sophia in bed with a broken leg and Lindsay sick they wouldn't be going. He'd do this every time she'd leave without them.
"You know that he's your son too and he just wants to be with you." Santana says putting Bailey in the playpen and wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist.
"I know, but he's eight, he has to start understanding that I can't always bring him." Brittany softly says kissing her.
"We all miss you when you're gone." Santana whispers laying her head on Brittany's shoulder. "Especially Brett, you're his hero and he's scared that something might happen to you again."
"Baby," Brittany coos wrapping her arms tighter around Santana's waist. "I promise you that I won't ever leave you and the kids."
Brittany kisses her wife dozens of times on the face causing Santana to giggle and slap at her arm.
"You'll stay away from all the fan girls that follow you around all the time right?" Santana asks pulling Brittany down onto the couch.
"Like I could ever look at any of them when I have my very own sexy wife at home who takes better care of me better than any of them every could." Brittany reassures her.
"I still don't like it when you go alone and all those girls are there to hit on you." Santana sniffles into the crook of Brittany's neck.
"I'll only be gone for five days baby." Brittany whispers picking her wife up and carrying her up to their room.
While walking up the stairs Tara and Elena nearly knocked her over running by her.
"What in heaven's are you two doing?" Brittany asks as Santana lifts her head to see their daughters standing sheepishly there looking guilty.
"We were..." Tara starts before Elena elbows her.
"Hear you coming up and figured we'd go play with Bailey when she wakes up from her nap." Elena finishes pulling Tara with her down the stairs.
"Why do I get the feeling that they're up to no good too." Santana says wrapping her arms even tighter around Brittany's neck.
"Because they're our kids and probably are." Brittany shrugs and continues up the stairs.
Their three oldest kids Brett, Sophia and Lindsay were all eight and always getting into some kind of trouble. Sophia looks exactly like Santana, tan skin, blackish brown wavy hair, full lips with a small cute as a button nose and chocolate brown eyes. She's shorter just like her mami and has also inherited her temper though she has the same kindness of her mama. Lindsay on the other is a mini version of Brittany with slightly darker skin tone though. She's long, gangly, but has the grace of a dancer just like her mama. Her eyes are a vibrate blue and her hair is long and blonde as blonde can be. She has Brittany's temperament, but upset her and she'll lose it. Most people don't believe them when they say that Santana gave birth to her and not Brittany. Brett on the other hand is the perfect mixer of them both with a little bit of the sperm donor mixed in as it's the only way to explain his reddish blonde hair. His skin tone is just like his mami's, but his eyes are all Brittany. He's the only boy and often gets special treatment because of it, like he hardly ever actually gets in trouble when he's done something bad. They were both relieved that the sperm donor they had picked had very similar features as Brittany.
Two years after the triplets were born Santana gave birth to Elena who was another mini version of Brittany as they used Brittany's egg. She even had pale skin just like her mama. In fact the only thing that would make anyone think that Santana was her mom was her temper. Cause she could snap in a second when annoyed and a lot of things annoyed her just like her mami.
When they had decided that Santana would get pregnant with Brittany's egg and had given birth to Elena they thought that maybe they should do it again. So they decided that they would use Brittany's egg for their next child as well. Tara was born exactly one year and two months after Elena. For some reason she had ended up looking nothing like either of her mothers or siblings. She had black hair with green eyes and lightly tanned skin tone. She was quite tall for her age almost as tall as her eight year old siblings. Most people ended up thinking she was adopted and Santana did to until they did all sorts of blood tests was convinced that their actual daughter was switched at birth.
Their youngest and last child as neither one of them wanted to ever deal with dirty dippers again is Bailey. She just had her second birthday and is the little princess of the group. She's a nice blend of Santana's looks without the thick wavy hair and Brittany temperament all nice and sweet to everyone. Being the baby all her older siblings adore her and are constantly playing with her.
"Britt, do you ever wish that we had stopped after the triplets?" Santana asks as Brittany lays her in bed and climbs in bed with her.
"Yes and no, yes when they're all misbehaving and I'm having a horrible day, but most of the time no. Heck even when I pissed at them, I can't imagine my life without them." Brittany says kissing her cheek.
"Good, I'd hate to think that you regretted having them." Santana softly says.
"Why would you think that?" Brittany asks frowning.
"It's just lately all you've been doing is yelling at Brett to stop doing this and that." Santana says nuzzling into Brittany's neck.
"Baby, just because our son is being a little shit as of late doesn't mean that I don't still love him just as much as my girls." Brittany says.
"I love you so much." Santana says just as Brett slinks in.
"Brett," Brittany sternly says glaring at her son.
"Mama, I'm sorry." Brett says hanging his head low.
"Brett, I'm very disappointed in you. You know that you're not suppose to ride any of my bikes let alone touch my baby." Brittany sternly says.
Brett's head hung even lower, he hated to disappoint his mom.
"Brett, go to your room and think about what you did." Santana says knowing if she didn't punish him Brittany would just end up taking him out back to race her on the track.
"How long?" Brett quietly asks.
"Until I get back," Brittany softly says closing her eyes. "You're grounded until I get back from Vegas."
Brett nods before slowly leaving his parents room. As soon as he's gone Brittany collapses in Santana's arms.
"I'm proud that you actually punished him." Santana says kissing the top of Brittany's head.
"That was hard, he looks so sad and sorry." Brittany whines hating to punish anyone unless it involves cumming afterwards.
"I know," Santana softly says as they both curl up in bed. "We still have to pack." she says into Brittany's shoulder.
"I don't have to leave until tomorrow afternoon so we can just stay in bed for the rest of the day." Brittany argues not wanting to move.
"Mama, Mami!" Elena shouts trying to carry in Bailey.
"Baby girl don't drop your sister." Santana says as Brittany gets up to pick up Bailey and also swings Elena up onto her shoulders.
"Mama," Elena giggles wrapping her arms around Brittany's neck.
Santana smiles as she watches her wife basically become a jungle jim from two of their daughters and then Tara as she comes barreling in and hits Brittany in the legs.
"Ahh, I'm being attacked from all sides. Help, help, help." Brittany laughs throwing herself onto the bed next to Santana.
"Mami," Tara says climbing on top of Santana.
"Yes T?" Santana asks turning slightly so Tara is sandwiched between herself and Brittany.
"Why can't we's go with mama?" Tara asks her little hands on Santana's cheeks.
"Because your older sisters are hurt and sick." Santana says kissing her cheek.
"Buts can't we's go with mama?" Tara asks thinking her plan is good.
"Mama can't watch you while she's racing T." Santana explains knowing that none of their kids are going to like being left behind.
"I wants to go." Tara shouts and looks over at Elena.
"Cans we go mama?" Elena asks looking at Brittany with puppy dog eyes.
Brittany sighs and looks over at Santana.
"No babies, you can't come with me this time." Brittany softly says. "But you can sleep here with us tonight." she says cradling Bailey to her chest as Bailey sleeps.
"K," both girls says jumping up and running out.
Santana shakes her head before grabbing Bailey from Brittany and pulling on Brittany's arm to wrap around her waist.
"You're a pushover," Santana yawns snuggling back into her wife.
"Take a nap babe, I'll be right here when you wake up." Brittany whispers.
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"Britt! Do you need your purple jersey?" Santana shouts holding up the jersey.
"Yes! Have you found my lucky boxers?" Brittany asks walking towards the door.
"No B, I can't find them at all." Santana says wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist as she stands on her tippy toes to kiss her wife.
"Fuck," Brittany whispers.
"B, you'll do fine without them. You can wear one of my thongs like you did three years ago." Santana says smugly.
"Shut it," Brittany growls shoving Santana up against the closet door.
"You know that you like it when I wear them and it's making you even more wet thinking about wearing a pair that I have already worn." Santana whispers in Brittany's ear.
"Fuck," Brittany moans thrusting her hips into Santana's.
"Nope, no fucking today." Santana whispers pulling away from her wife.
"But..." Brittany trails off as Santana starts to undress herself.
"I want you to make love to me." Santana whispers helping Brittany out of her pants.
Brittany slowly lowers her wife onto the couch kicking off her boxers and throwing off her shirt and bra. She holds herself over Santana looking down at how beautiful she is. In her mind she just keeps getting more and more beautiful every time she sees her naked. Santana though doesn't care that Brittany just wants to stare at her as she pulls her head down into a searing kiss.
"We could move this up to our room." Brittany breathlessly whispers pulling away slightly as she can't imagine the couch here in the RV is very comfortable to lay on.
"We always have sex in here before your races." Santana whines not wanting to break tradition as she's very superstitious when it comes to Brittany.
"Yeah, but that's right before the race." Brittany breaths her hands roaming lower and lower.
"Oh so now you're telling that you're going to cheat on me?" Santana asks tilting her head.
"No baby, no I promise that I will never cheat on you." Brittany reassures staring down at her wife wide eyed.
Santana chuckles as she pulls Brittany down towards her. "I know that you would never cheat on me." she whispers before arching her back Brittany slowly pushes one finger into her.
"You're so wet," Brittany moans as Santana scratches at her back.
"All for you, baby," Santana moans wrapping her arms and legs around Brittany.
"Together," Brittany groans as Santana shoves two fingers into her wife.
Both women pump in and out of each other rubbing each other's clits. It doesn't take more than five minutes before they're both falling over the edge.
"I'm going to miss you so much." Santana whispers when she regains some of her strength.
"I'll call you every night." Brittany promises kissing her.
"I'll go get the kids they'll want to say bye." Santana says getting and starting to pull her clothes back on.
Brittany stands up as well pulling Santana's half clothed body into her naked one. Santana moans as her wife kisses the back of her neck.
"Britt,"
"Go get them," Brittany finally says letting her go.
Santana sways her hips as she walks out knowing that her wife is staring at her ass. Brittany sighs and throws herself back on the couch wishing she could just skip these races and stay home for once. She's been at this for nine years and it was starting to get old for her. The excitement that once was always there had started to wan and all she really wanted was just to be here for her kids and wife.
"Mama!" Tara shouts leaping onto Brittany's stomach.
"I'm going to miss you so much T." Brittany says standing up and swinging her around.
Brittany hugs each of her kids tightly to her being very careful of Sophia's leg.
"You be good for your mami and help out around the house. You're the man of the house while I'm gone so you have to protect your mami and sisters." Brittany sternly tells Brett.
"Yes mama," Brett whispers hugging his mom.
Brittany smiles at all her kids before turning to face her wife.
"And you don't worry, I'll be fine and back in your arms in five days." Brittany whispers pulling Santana into her.
"Be careful, I wouldn't know what to do if anything bad where to ever happen to you." Santana whispers kissing her.
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Santana paces in living room counting down mentally how much longer it would take Brittany to reach Vegas. She's always worried when she can't be there to watch her wife race. Somehow she got into her head that if she's there then nothing bad can happen to her. While she knows that it's not realistic it's just something that she can't let go.
"Mami?" Elena asks looking up from the movie wondering why her mom is pacing.
"I'm fine baby girl," Santana says as Elena snuggles back into her older sister Sophia. "Watch them and make sure that they don't get into too much trouble." she says to Sophia.
"Sure thing Mami," Sophia says looking over at a sleeping Tara and Bailey. "How long is mama gone this time?" she asks knowing that that's why her mom is freaking out.
"Five days,"
Brett comes running in just then cutting any farther conversation short.
"Come on mami I need you to come out back." Brett says pulling her out back with him.
"Hold on mijo, at least let me get some shoes on." Santana says shaking her head at how similar he is to her wife.
"Hurry up I need your option." Brett says a huge smile on his face.
Santana smiles at how energetic and happy her son is unlike everyone else who are all sad and depressed that Brittany is gone. She doesn't get why he's so happy as he's normally the one that is the most depressed.
"Mijo, where are you taking me?" Santana asks frowning as Brett leads her out back pass the garage and towards the shed.
"I want to show you what I'm working on." Brett says pulling her in.
"Brett what is this?" Santana asks looking around at all the motorcycle parts.
"I'm trying to rebuild mama's bike." Brett says proudly.
"I thought she said it couldn't be rebuilt." Santana says sitting down as he shows her what he's done thus far.
"No, it's just that she doesn't have time to try. Everything can be rebuilt if you try hard enough." Brett says smiling up at his mom.
"Well then you should get on this if you want to have it done before she gets back." Santana says kissing the top of his head.
"Mami I won't be able to finish it that soon." Brett giggles as Santana tickles him. "I hope to have it done before her birthday."
"I'm sure that she would love it." Santana says before getting up. "Now I have to go check on your sisters don't get into too much trouble out here."
Santana looks back one more time before heading back into the house and upstairs after looking in to see Bailey, Tara, Elena and Sophia all asleep on the couch. She heads up to Lindsay's room to check on her.
"Hello Lindsay," Santana says quietly opening the door.
"Mami, is mama home yet?" Lindsay asks lifting her head up.
"No sweetie, she just left today." Santana says sitting down next to her.
"Oh, yeah I guess she did, but I've been sleeping so much." Lindsay says closing her eyes as her head hurts.
"Do you have a migraine sweetie?" Santana asks rubbing her back.
"Yes,"
"Okay hold on I'll get you some medicine." Santana says getting up and heading back downstairs.
"Mami, can I sleep with you tonight?" Lindsay asks giving her puppy dog eyes.
"Sure sweetie, head in and I'll bring you your medicine."
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"I can't believe you fucking won all five races!" Paul shouts slapping Brittany on the back.
"Of course I did." Brittany says cockily as Brent, Jessie, Leroy, Johnny, Jordan and TJ all came falling in.
"Dudes we found the best place ever!" Leroy shouts falling onto Paul.
"Sure you did dude," Paul calmly says patting him on the back.
Brittany laughs at her fellow racers as she takes another shot.
"Come on Pierce you know you want to come out to the club with us." Jordan slurs knowing that if they all gang up on Pierce then she'll come with them.
"I can't I have to leave early tomorrow morning." Brittany says half wishing that she didn't have kids and Santana was here to go out clubbing with her.
"Please, it's my birthday in two days." Brent begs.
"Fine, but only cause it's your birthday." Brittany sighs knowing that she's going to regret this in the morning.
"You're the best." Brent shouts jumping up and hugging Brittany.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but if anything bad happens I'm blaming you." Brittany warns as they start dragging her towards wherever they're taking her.
Two hours later and five bottles of vodka later they're all sitting front row watching strippers work the stage. At this point none of them know their lefts from the rights, ups from the downs or really what's happening overall. All the guys were staring at the current stripper on the stage.
"Britt aren't you going to get a stripper?" Brent slurs leaning into her.
"I'm married." Brittany slurs trying not to look at the half naked woman on stage.
"Come on it's not like you're doing anything, just looking can't do any harm." Jordan says before pulling a stripper over to give him a lap dance.
"Maybe," Brittany slurs trying to think of reasons why she can't do things.
Just then some stripper who had been watching Brittany for a while jumps into her lap. Brittany nearly jumps up as she wasn't fucking expecting anything like that to happen.
"You're quite a racer aren't you?" the stripper asks in a flirty voice.
"Um...yeah," Brittany stutters, she hasn't been hit on like this since joining the circuit as Santana normally protects her from these type of things.
"I know, I've followed your career." she sexily says.
"Oh,"
Brittany really doesn't know what to do with the woman in her lap. She knows it's wrong and she should shove her off of her as she is married.
"I really like you." the stripper says leaning in.
"I'm...married."
Right after Brittany finishes her sentence she feels lips on hers and a tongue in her mouth. Jumping up and dropping the stripper on the ground, she runs out.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Brittany mutters to herself feeling disgusted with herself by the fact that some other woman's lips were on hers and the stripper stuck her tongue in her mouth. "I need to get home now. San's going to kill me. I could not tell her. No Brittany that's stupid she'll find out and then I'll be in even more trouble. Damn it why did I agree to go out." she speaks to herself.