This is the second part to my previous story, Luck and Fate.

Even though I listed Drama and Romance as this story's genres, you should all know it will also include some comedy. :)

Enjoy!

Ah, Saturday. The best day of the week, if you ask me. I get to sleep in and don't have to go to bed early. Well, it's not like Brittany has been letting me do a lot of sleeping, if you know what I mean. Since we came back from Lima, two weeks ago, Brittany's been extremely... physical. I'm not complaining, of course; we do have a lot of catching up to do.

I feel her stir behind me, followed by her hand snaking over my waist. "Are you awake?" She murmurs.

I twist my upper body until I can look at her. "I am now," I reply before moving closer to kiss her, but she tilts her head back. I frown and try again, earning the same response. "What's wrong?"

"Morning breath," she says, her lips staying close to each other as she speaks.

"Me or you?"

"Both."

I let out a laugh; one of those laughs that come out through your nose as a shaky exhale. "Well, we'd have more time to brush our teeth before bed if you weren't in such a hurry to take our clothes off."

Her lips form into a coy grin. "I wouldn't be in such a hurry if you weren't so hot." She lays a hand over my lips and kisses her knuckles. "And if I didn't love you so much."

"Did you know that no matter how many times you tell me things like that, I always feel myself blushing?" I turn my body completely towards her and curl in beneath her chin. "You're the only one that can make me blush with a compliment."

Her chest shakes against my head when she chuckles and she brings me closer to herself as she wraps both her arms tightly around me.

"Can we stay like this all day?" I ask.

"Mhm. Except for bathroom and snack breaks."

There's a loud thump on the ceiling.

"Are you serious?" I say, angrily.

Another thump. And another. And another.

I growl. "That's it!" I throw the covers off myself and slip a sweater on.

"Where are you going?" Brittany asks.

"Where do you think?" I reply, frustrated. I pull out a pair of panties from my drawer and put them on, followed by some sweats.

"San, don't go. You're going to be really mean and just make it worse."

"Britt, they do that every morning! I need to at least know what the hell they're doing up there. I should have listened to Adam when he said living in anything but the top floor of an apartment complex is a bad idea."

"How about I go talk to them?" She offers.

I pause midway across the room. "You'll be too nice."

"I won't. I'll make sure to let them know they're being too noisy and we'd appreciate if they can do less stomping."

I scoff and start walking towards the door. "See? Too nice. They'll just brush you off."

"Wait! Santana!"

I ignore her and pit stop at the bathroom to brush my teeth before continuing towards the front door; on my way there, I notice Lord Tubbington chilling on the couch. "Hey, Tubbs. I'm about to go bust some heads. Wish me luck?" I scratch his head and watch him enjoy it until he's had enough and jumps off the couch. "Asshole."

He leaves to our bedroom and I turn back to the couch to dust off the hair he usually leaves behind when I notice something instead. My eyes go wide. "Son of uh- BRITTANY! Come! Here! Look at what your stupid cat did!... Brittany!"

Brittany runs out the bedroom, Lord Tubbington in her arms.

"LOOK!" I point towards the torn cushion.

Brittany's mouth drops. "He did that?"

"Of course he did that! Who else would?" I grab Lord Tubbington's face and direct it towards the couch. "Look at what you did! You stupid cat!"

"Santana, stop it." She cradles him away from me.

"He completely ruined it! We're going to have to buy a new one."

Brittany sets the cat down "You're overreacting." She pulls the cushion off the couch, turns it over, and sets it back down. "See? Problem solved."

I cross my arms, not impressed. "Well, what happens when he scratches that side too?"

"He won't. He just needs a scratching post. And we'll get him some catnip so that he will sleep on his bed only."

"Catnip? Isn't that like weed for cats?"

She smiles. "Kind of."

"Bringing him was a bad idea. He's not even sick anymore. All he's going to do here is stink up the apartment and ruin our furniture."

She slips her arms around my waist and grins. "Our furniture?"

"Yes."

"But you bought it."

"What's mine is yours, Brittany. You know that."

She smiles wider and leans in to kiss me but stops halfway there. "Oh, morning breath."

I roll my eyes.

"Lord Tubbington is sorry he ruined half of our cushion. Right, Tubby?"

The cat blinks his lazy eyes and yawns.

"Yeah, I can totally tell he's sorry. I bet he's thinking about what he'll ruin next..." My eyes narrow on him. "You know what? I'm taking back that cushion I bought him. I can use it to make my chair at work more comfortable."

"No you're not," Brittany proclaims.

"Uh, yeah I am. He doesn't deserve it."

"You're going to leave it where it is." She slips her hands under my sweater and drags her fingers up my ribcage. "Well, you can take it if you let me go talk to the neighbors."

I shake my head. "No."

"Please, San! I promise I'll be firm and totally strict with them. I won't even smile... that much."

I glare at her. "Fine. But you only get one chance if they keep beating the damn ceiling, there will be no stopping me."

"Kay!" She gives my waist a squeeze. " I'll be back."

She runs out the door and I walk to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. A few minutes later there's a hurried knock at the door.

"Did she lock herself out?" I open the door and get pushed aside when Jax walks in with a bundle in his arms anda very happy-looking Adam behind him.

"Excuse you!" I bark.

"Sorry, it's cold and raining outside."

"Um... What are you holding? Is that what I think it is?" I ask.

"Not it, her," Jax corrects, proudly.

"We did it Santana. We adopted." Adam picks me up off the floor in a bone crushing hug. "Can you believe it? We're parents!" He sets me down. "You're an aunt!"

"What- I thought you said the adoption didn't go through."

"We were able to talk to her birth mother," Adam informs.

"So you changed her mind?"

"We did!" Jax exclaims.

"How?" I ask Adam. "Didn't you say she was a homophobe?

He shrugs. "I don't think she was a homophobe. She was just not too sure about it. She isn't used to gay people. But meeting us helped her see that we're just like any other couple. All we want to do is take care of her baby... Ourdaughter." He goes over to Jax and lifts the blanket off the baby's face. "Come meet her," he offers.

I move towards them and Jax lowers his arms so that I can get a better look at her.

The last time I saw a newborn was seven years ago when my aunt had her first kid, but I remember my cousin being a lot bigger than her. "She's so tiny... How old is she?"

"Almost five weeks," Jax whispers. "She came out her mama a bit early that's why she's so small." He strokes the sleeping baby's face.

"We named her Santana."

"What?" My head whips up to look at Adam. "You named her after me?"

He snorts. "No, I'm kidding."

I frown. "You ass."

"Don't curse in front of her!" Jax scolds.

"We named her Valerie, after Jax's grandmother."

"Oh, that's a good name."

I hear the front door open and Brittany's voice ring from the entrance. "So he was really nice. I told- Oh." She pauses when she sees our guests. "Hi, guys! Who's this?" She steps closer to Jax and takes a peek at Valerie.

"She's our daughter, Valerie." Jax chirps.

"Your daugher!? Oh my gosh! I can't believe you guys actually did it!" She tackles Adam with an unexpected hug and Jax hushes her dramatically.

But Brittany is excited and there isn't much anyone can do to calm her down now. She continues with her loud and happy yelps as she hangs from Adam's neck like a child who has been given a puppy.

Meanwhile, I watch Valerie's face muscles pinch together until her tiny eyes open. She looks up at Jax, scans the room, then frowns right before letting out the most awful sound I've ever heard.

"Oh my god!" My hands shoot up to cover my ears. "Make it stop!" I complain as I lay on the couch.

"Her! Make herstop!" Jax says over Valerie's wailing. "And it's not my fault Brittany doesn't know how to control her excited voice. She's the one that woke her up."

"Sorry." Brittany frowns.

"But it is yourfault that you can't get her to be quiet! It's been more than half an hour!"

"Both of you just stop yelling," Adam orders. He takes Valerie from Jax and gently swings her in his arms. "Hand me her bottle, Jax. I'll try feeding her again."

"She doesn't want that nasty ass baby formula. That's probably why she's crying," I comment. "You're trying to stuff a fake nipple into her mouth and feed her fake milk!"

"Well, we don't have boobs do we?" Adam says. "Unless you want to magically produce some milk yourself and feed her, I don't see why you're even giving your opinion."

I scowl. I'm never sharing my girls with anyone... Except Brittany; she has free range to do what she likes, when she likes.

"What are you doing?" Jax asks.

Brittany unhooks her finger from Valerie's pants. "Checking if she pooped. I'd cry if I pooped myself and couldn't change."

I laugh. "I'd cry if I had to be held by two guys who always reek of cologne."

"You'd cry if you were to be held by anyguy," Adam jokes.

"Ha." I fake smile. "You guys have to admit that you literally bathe in cologne."

Jax flops on the recliner. "At least it's the expensive kind."

"Can I try?" Brittany asks in a small voice.

Adam looks over at her. "Sure." He carefully lays the sobbing baby in her arms. Brittany walks over to the sofa and motions for me to make room.

I move over. "Ugh, Brittany. I could hear her crying just fine from where you were standing."

She cradles the baby closer to her and begins rocking gently back and forth.

"You know what? Maybe she just got blinded by Jax's incredibly white teeth," I offer. "I told you you went overboard with the whitening."

"No I didn't," he defends. "The dentist said it was the perfect shade..."

"Perfect for his pocket," I murmure.

"...Plus we live in LA. We need to live by the code. Dress well, eat well-"

"And whiten your teeth until they resemble snow on a sunny day?!"

"No!..."

"Jax!" Adam interrupts. "Look..."

We direct our attention to Brittany and the now sleeping baby in her arms.

She looks up at me. "She fell asleep," she says with a happy glimmer in her eyes. "I made her fall asleep."

I nod happily. "Thank the lord." I lean my head back onto the couch in relaxation. "So it's settled. You guys suck as parents and Brittany is the baby whisperer. That or little Valerie just wanted some tits to cuddle with and she's going to turn out to be a total bad ass lesbian like her Tia Santana."

"That'd be totally cool," Brittany says in a hushed voice.

"Wouldn't it?" I smile.

"Someone's phone is ringing," Adam informs. "I think it's coming from your room."

"Oh! That's mine." Brittany twists to face me and looks at me expectantly.

I raise my eyebrows in question. "What?"

"Take her," she says and nods towards Valerie.

I chuckle. "I don't think so."

"Just while I answer my phone. I'll take her back as soon as I'm done."

"Nah uh." I shake my head. "I'm not gonna risk getting another hour of crying. Take her with you. Lay her down on our bed."

Brittany purses her lips, disappointed. "Fine."

Once she's out of sight, Adam takes her spot on the sofa and drapes his legs over my lap. "Why don't you want to hold my daughter?"

"Don't take it personal. I don't want to hold any baby." I push his legs off me.

"How are you suppose to babysit her if you won't even hold her?"

"That's not a problem because I won't be babysitting her. You're the parents. You're the ones that signed up for this, not me."

"I bet Brittany will want to babysit her," Jax says. "And if she tells you to babysit with her, then I'm sure you will."

I cross my arms. "What does that suppose to mean?"

"Do you really want us to say it outloud?" Adam asks with a smirk.

"No. Shut up."

"Santana, you're whi-"

"What I want," I say, interrupting Jax, "Is for you to make us some brunch. Brittany managed to put a sock in that kid's mouth so now you repay us with food. Go." I motion him towards the kitchen with my hand.

"Fine. But only because today is a wonderful day and we need to celebrate."

"Yeah, whatever. Make it good."

"Jax, what part of make it good did you not understand? This omelette is totally bland." I grab the salt shaker off the center of the table and shake some over my food.

"We want to start eating healthier now that we have Valerie. We're going to cut back on salt, sugar, and greasy food."

"That's great, but why do Ihave to cut back?" I add some hot sauce to my omelette.

Adam watches me. "You're going to live a very short life if you keep eating like that."

"A very short, very happy life." I smile before forking a piece off omelette into my mouth.

A few minutes later Brittany walks in with her usual soft smile and baby free. She moves towards the stove to serve herself some food.

"Hey, you showered," I say once she sits next to me.

"Andbrushed my teeth." She pecks my lips. "That shower felt great. I was feeling kind of... well you know how last night we-"

"YES!" I shriek. "I- I know." I look across the table at the two sitting in front of us. They're both smirking.

Brittany grins. "I left Valerie on our bed. I framed her with pillows so don't worry, she won't roll off."

"Thanks, Brittany." The guys say in unison.

"Um, Angie called me."

"Oh, yeah?" I ask casually. "What she say?"

"She said they will start filming next week."

"Filming what?" Jax asks. "Are you guys doing a porno?"

"What?" I scowl. "No. Brittany got a job on a movie set."

"What?! That's so cool. What movie is it? Who's going to be in it? Are you going to act?"

Brittany chuckles shyly. "No. I'm not going to act. It's just a small film. No big names. My friend is producing it so she got me a job on it. I don't really know what I'm going to be doing yet."

"That's still pretty cool," Adam says.

"It is. It's pretty damn cool." I turn to Brittany. "So are they going to film on weekends or what's the schedule?"

"Why the would they film on weekends?" Jax asks with an arrogant tone. "Making a movie isn't a weekend thing. Do you know how long it would take to get one done if you only worked on it on the weekends? They would-"

I hold a hand up. "Stop right there, Mel Gibson. Not all of us have your one week experience in the film industry."

"It was a week anda half."

"Whatever, you still got fired." I look back at Brittany. "He worked for some director for like a week one summer.

"Week anda half."

"Oh," Brittany nods politely. "Well, Angie said they will only be filming for three or four weeks since it's a small project."

"What about your job at the studio?" I ask.

"She said it was fine if I went after work. They usually shoot all day."

"Oh. That works out then." I give her a small smile and continue eating my brunch.

After we're done eating, Brittany and I offer to clean up while the guys go check on Valerie.

I wash the dishes silently and hand them one by one to Brittany who drys them. I can feel her eyes on me. She's watching me closely. It seems like whenever I'm more quiet than usual, it's when I'm the loudest to her. But she never asks me what's bothering me unless she's sure there is in fact something that's bothering me. That's what she's trying to figure out right now.

But I don't want to worry her, so I try to play it off.

"Valerie is a pretty cute kid, huh?" I hand her another plate. "Well, when she's not shedding tears."

"Yeah, she's adorable," she answers, all while keeping her eyes on me.

"I think we're running low on food. We can go grocery shopping after work on Monday, if you want. I'll pick you up from the studio."

Brittany pulls her gaze away from me and turns her attention towards the dish in her hands. "I start working with Angie on Monday."

"Oh, right... Okay, well maybe we can go tomorrow?"

She looks back at me and nods. When I hand her the last dish, she takes it with her left hand and grabs my own hand with her right.

"San."

I stiffen. I think I've been caught.

She bites her bottom lip nervously for a moment. "Do you not want me to work on the movie?"

"Of course I do."

"Are you... Does it bother you that I'll be working with Angie?"

My brows knit together. "No, Britt. I haven't even thought about that." I pause. "Should I?"

She quickly shakes her head. "No, she doesn't like girls, remember? And even if she did I only have eyes for you."

A small smile breaks across my face.

"But... What's bothering you?" She strokes my hand with her thumb. "I know you're not telling me something."

"It's nothing. Please don't worry about it. I want you to work on whatever makes you happy."

"But I won't be happy if you're not happy."

I sigh. "It's really nothing."

"Please tell me. I won't be able to stop thinking about it if you don't tell me."

"I'm just being selfish." I take a deep breath. "Evenings are the only time when I get to see you and I won't have that anymore."

"But it will only be a few weeks."

"I know. That's why I didn't want to tell you. I'm just being dumb. Don't worry about it, okay?"

"You can't ask me not to worry about you. I'll always worry about you." She brings my hand up to her lips and kisses it. "I'll come straight home everyday after shooting. And we still have weekends, right?"

"Yeah, we do." I step closer to her. "I love you." My hand pulls on hers until she's close enough to where I can lean in and kiss her. Her lips move slowly against mine and I enjoy it as much as I can because I know I won't have much of this in the next couple of weeks.

The night is cold and dark when I get home. I step into our empty apartment for what feels like the millionth time and sigh. I've become so accustomed to being with Brittany that if some day, for whatever reason, she were to not live with me again, I'd probably fall into some kind of depression.

"Tubbs!" I call from the entryway. "Tubbingtonnn."

The lazy little beast, who has pretty much become my best friend since Brittany started working more, pads out from restroom.

"There you are," I say.

He sits a few feet away from me.

"Since your mom hasn't had the time to go shopping, I had to do it." I pull out a long box from a Pet Smart bag and unbox a scratching post. "Now you don't have to take out your anger on my furniture." I look around the room for a place where to put the post. "Here." His eyes follow me across the room until I settle his new toy by the kitchen. "Come try it," I offer, but he continues to sit motionless. "Or just sit there. Whichever."

I pull off my boots and grab one of Brittany's juice boxes from the fridge before settling on the sofa like every other night. Except today I don't lay by myself. Lord Tubbington joins me without an invitation and curls himself near my stomach. "Is this an apology because you didn't like what I bought you?" I run my nails down his back and he begins to pur. "Or do you just miss Brittany as much as I do?"

I pull the quilt off the back of the sofa and lay it over me. "How about some reality TV?" I ask, and turn the television on.

...

The next time Lord Tubbington purs is when Brittany strokes him as she sits on the edge of the couch. I feel the back of her fingers caress my cheek and my eyes flutter open to find her looking down at me with a warm smile and a light coat of rain mist on her jacket.

My hand reaches out towards her and I wipe off the mist. "It's raining?"

"A little... You fell asleep on the couch again," she observes.

"Yeah, I keep doing that, don't I?"

She nods.

"I guess I don't want to sleep on our bed without you."

She smiles; a sad kind of smile. "You're cuddling with Tubby."

I look down at the cat and realize that my arm is curled around him. I let go of him and push him off the sofa.

"Santana!" Brittany scolds.

"He sneaked on here. I didn't even know. And he didn't like my gift so he can go cuddle somewhere else."

"What gift?" She asks curiously.

"I got him that scratching post you mentioned." I point at it. "He hasn't gone near it though."

"You really do like him, don't you?" She asks, smiling.

"What? No. What I like is my furniture unscratched."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire." She lays a kiss on my forehead and lays down, making me the big spoon.

"How was work?" I ask softly.

"Good. I had to hold the boom mic today, so my arms feel like jelly, but I got to learn a lot about the cameras and sound and stuff."

"That's good, Britt. I'm glad you're enjoying it." I kiss the back of her head.

We lay there quietly and I turn off the TV to listen to the rain outside. I don't want to break the tranquility, but I'm curious about something. "Hey, you never told me what you said to the neighbors. They've been really quiet."

"Oh, yeah. His name is Nick and he lives by himself. He's a personal trainer, so every morning he works out before going to work. That's why he makes so much noise."

"Why the hell would you work out before going to work if you work at a gym?"

Brittany shrugs. "I don't know. He was really nice though. He asked if I wanted to join him for breakfast."

"What? He asked you to eat breakfast with him? You don't even know him!"

"I know. That's why I declined. Maybe we should invite him over some time though. We can use some more friends... And he has a dog! He's so cute, San. His name is Rod."

"That is the stupidest name I've ever heard."

"I don't know. I think it's pretty cool."

"Lord Tubbington is a million times better than Rod." Not a minute after I say that, Lord Tubbington jumps back onto the sofa and calmly lays on my hip.

Brittany laughs. "You guys are best friends now."

"You're my best friend."