Chapter 1

"Sweetie, do you have your book bag?" I ask Parker as he runs to the corridor to get his shoes. He mumbles what I understand to be a no between bites of the toast that he has just stolen from his sister. He shuffles back to me, sheepish grin on his face and takes it from my hand. "Come on kid, you know this should be packed the night before," I start to berate him "Preferably with your homework in it!" My wife finishes as she rounds the corner handing the booklet to our Son. "Morning Babe" she directs at me with a kiss on the cheek and she shuffles off in the direction of the kitchen, and the coffee. I watch her walk away, probably longer that I should when trying to teach our boy about the importance of organising his things, but she's wearing tiny shorts and a vest…I'm only human! "Mum you're gross!" Parker tells me. It's something he tells me daily, but it's just as dramatic every time he says it. "Oh really, I'm gross?" I reply, "Do we need to talk about the nose picking again?" He huffs at me and walks off to hopefully collect his jumper and coat.

I wonder back into the kitchen to find Santana wielding a frying pan, usually this means I'm in for a treat. She does a mean fry-up! She's talking to our 3-year-old, Zoey. "Did your mean big brother steal your breakfast again?" She pouts and looks down at her empty plate. "Anyone would think we weren't feeding him!" she mutters to herself more than anyone. Zoey reaches out with her plate towards Santana "Mami, bacon?" she asks with a pout. Santana glances down at the stove longingly before begrudgingly giving into the pouting blonde at the table "and now you're stealing mine." She huffs to herself. I give her a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek, "I'm off today babe, we'll go out for ours once the kids have gone?" She turns around in my arms and rests hers around my neck, subconsciously playing with my hair. "We have the day to ourselves?" She asks. I nod. She glances towards Zoey to make sure she's occupied with her bacon before pulling my face towards hers for a passionate kiss. My head spins as her tongue briefly enters my mouth, her hands making their way down the back of my pyjama pants and giving my ass a squeeze, but it's over as quick as it started. "Awesome!" She winks at me.

Pulling away she shouts for Parker "I don't know what you're doing champ, but your leaving in less than 5. Nicky is collecting you at 8am. Better make sure you have your football boots this week, there is only so many times that pout can get me to bring them in for you."

"It was only once Mami!" he stomps back into the kitchen shoving his football kit into his sports bag. "She gets bacon?!" He huffs pointing at Zoey happily munching at the table. "It was 4 times Kid, and don't steal her breakfast and we wouldn't have an issue." I tell him as the doorbell goes. "Nicky is here," I tell him "I'll pick you up after football practice, ok baby? I love you have a good day at school. I kiss him on the forehead, moving for Santana to do the same. "I love you champ, Kick their asses!" She smirks at them and they do there little intricate handshake and fist bumping routine. I smile fondly at the exchange, there is nothing better than seeing my wife interact with our boy. I leave them for a minute whilst I answer the door, finding Nicky looking very dapper, as usual. His brown hair neatly parted and styled. "Hey Nick, how you doing?" He nods in reply. "No Kenzie with you today?" I ask. Kenzie is Nicky and his wife's 6-year-old daughter. She is a tiny, blonde ball of energy and gives Parker a run for his money in the tantrum department, she's a year younger than him but god can she rough it with the boys.

"Yeah she's in the car." He points out. "She has been hell this morning, so I wasn't going get her out only to fight about getting her back in." He chuckles to himself. "She's still adamant she's not going to school today. She was trying to get out as we were driving along! Thank God for Child locks!" I laugh along with him, because I've been there! Parker has days where he is just so stubborn there is no reasoning with him. We have physically had to drag him to the car to go places before. Not unlike when Santana was young, not that she sees that resemblance at all.

"Parker, come on. You'll be late sweetie." I call back into the house. Santana rounds the corner with Zoey on her hip and Parker following behind. "Good morning Nick, your looking surprisingly put together for 8am." She chuckles giving him a kiss on the cheek in greeting and Zoey going in for a high five. "Ha-ha, Yeah. Good old 9am meetings at the office. Just enough time to drop these monsters off at school and stock up on coffee," He replies. "You ready, bud?" He directs at Parker, who picks up his coat and walks out the door waving animatedly at Kenzie in the car. Santana clears her throat loudly to get his attention, "Bye Mum's" he waves distractedly behind him still walking to the car.

"If those two don't grow up and get married, I think we're all going to be horribly disappointed!" Nicky chuckles. "Have a wonderful day, ladies!" And with that he follows our son to the car and proceeds to strap him into his car seat.

We wait at the door until they have pulled off, somewhat relieved that it's not our turn to do the school run as it looks like the heavens are about to open. Zoey reaches her arms out to me and I take her from Santana as she closes the door to the outside world.

"When do I go too?" She asks.

"In September, baby. You're too little to go to school just yet." She pouts at me, "Mummy, how many days away is that?" I chuckle at her and give her a big kiss on the forehead.

"You are too adorable for words!"

"Do you not like hanging out with us at home, Zo-zo?" Santana takes her off me and throws her up in the air, catching her and then covering her in kisses "You get to go to nursery and play with all the toys, and you get to see Mummy and me whenever you want, while Parker is sat at school doing sums and reading and writing." She gives and adorable shriek and laugh at Santana's antics. "But Mami, how many days is it? I want to be a big girl and go to school like Kenzie!"

"Its lots of days, baby. It's nearly 6 months!"

The morning continues with Santana retreating to our room to shower and get dressed. I am left with a very stubborn little girl wanting to pick out her own outfit. Checking the time and realising I only have 45 minutes to get our baby to nursery I sigh in defeat and let her. She chooses an interesting combination of leggings, a tutu, bright pink top and a denim jacket. I spend a good 5 minutes trying to persuade her that maybe the tutu isn't such a clever idea for nursery, but she defiantly tells me that today she wants to be a fairy and storms off. I hear her go into the playroom and start playing with her dolls, so I sit myself on the floor in her room and relax for a couple of minutes. It's very rarely we get some peace and quiet, usually it's after the kids have gone to bed. And even then, we are both to knackered to do anything for us. It's usually just a glass of wine before one of us passes out and the other carrying them up to bed.

Recently it is a rare occurrence for Santana and I to get a day off together. We're both nurses, in the same hospital…and yet lunch together the days we are working is still near on impossible.

Santana strolls into the room somewhere in the middle of my internal monologue and sits down between my legs, resting her back against my chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around her and pull her close. I love sitting like this. I can feel her heart beating so close to mine and I am completely wrapped up in the smell that is distinctly Santana. She sighs, content, and turns her head to kiss at my neck. I can feel her smiling into her kisses. I know she thinks she is being sly, and I don't know that she's trying to start something. I grab her cheeks and pull her into a bruising kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She lets out a breathy moan and I'm internally feeling kind of smug that I can still play her at her own game. She shuffles her way around so that she's facing me, and her legs slowly move so that she is straddling my lap. Her hands inch their way up the back of my shirt, creeping towards my bra strap and her kisses are moving down my neck. Her hips are subconsciously rocking against my stomach and I can feel the heat coming from her, so I grab her hips and force her to rock in to me harder. I feel her breath hitch and her quietly moan into my neck "Harder baby!" She squeaks out. I push up on my knees taking her with me and manoeuvre us, so she is laying on her back on the floor. I straddle her hips and take my time in running my fingers under her t-shirt and up her stomach. I love the way her abs tense under my touch. I reach the bottom of her bra and too my delight she's wearing a front clasp one. I quickly undo it and push it away, finally having my hands in one of my favourite places. I trace her nipples with my fingers, knowing that it is something that drives her crazy. She's looking at me with hooded, pleading eyes and it's a sight that I never get tired of seeing. I push her top up out of my way and take them into my mouth.

"Baby, please…I need you." She begs. Deciding to put her out of her misery, I slowly move my hand down to the button of her jeans and flick it open. Her hips buck up into me and I push my fingers under that elastic if her underwear. Her breathing is coming out in short bursts now and I know that it won't take much. I run my fingers through her wetness and she moans out a long string of expletives. Her own hands come up to massage her breasts and I lean down to kiss her as I enter her with two fingers. I slowly start pumping in and out and I can feel winding tighter, getting closer and closer. I kiss down her neck, nibbling and sucking as I go and tilts her head to the side to give me more access. "Oh fuck…shit…Britt!" I feel her coming around my fingers and I speed them up slightly to bring her down, but she sits bolt upright, her hips still somewhat rolling into my hands that she is trying to bat away. She isn't looking at me at all, she has this whole deer-in-headlights this going on.

"Mami, is it nearly time for nursery?"

And I literally want the ground to swallow me whole.