She can't remember the last time she wasn't busy with recording music, tours, photoshoots, and album release parties. That's why when she found out from her manager she has two days off before she has to start promoting her album she decided to spend them at her home in New York with her 2 year old.
Santana was going through a dark time before she got pregnant with Isabel. It was when she first started out in the industry. After her first album and coming out as bi.
Santana had just broken up with the girl she was in love with throughout high school, she was a mess and didn't know who she was anymore. A couple days later she started dating this guy Jay who she met through a friend. She got mixed into the wrong crowd and started going out, getting drunk and high to an extreme, her parents almost had her admitted into rehab. Then she got pregnant. She dumped Jay shortly after Isabel was born because they didn't love each other and she didn't want to make him feel like he had to be with her. He's a good guy and an amazing dad, Izzy loves him a lot. He always calls to say goodnight to Izzy and makes sure that she knows he loves her even though he doesn't live with them and visits her when there home in New York and that's why Santana chose to come home this weekend because she knows her daughter misses her father.
Santana walked through JFK with her sleeping daughter in her arms and her body guard following close behind. She had thick sunglasses over her eyes and her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. She rolled her luggage through the exit and to her car which was waiting right outside for her. John, her driver opened the car door for her and grabbed her bags to put in the trunk. She slid in the backseat and strapped her daughter in the car seat before she turned to do her own.
"Mami, we home?" A small, tired voice asked. Santana turned back around to look at her daughter.
"Not yet baby." She said softly smoothing the little girls hair down on her head.
Isabel is her reincarnated. With the long dark crazy waves and deep dark eyes. Santana and Jay have about the same skin tone, therefore, so does Iz. She has her fathers mouth shape but those are Santanas full lips all the way.
"Excuse me Miss Lopez, to which house am I taking you." She chuckled hearing the endearment 'Miss Lopez'. No matter how many times she told him to call her San he just failed to do it, so she let him call her that.
"The beach" She replied. It's the summer and she wants her kid to have fun this weekend.
"Beachy!" Isabel squeeled happily. A small pout formed on her lips as she remembered what happened last time she and her mom were at the beach.
"No. No beachy Mami please. Lots of persons wif camras" she softly pouted.
The last time they were at the beach some girl recognized Santana and called a whole bunch of her friends the next thing you know the paparrazzi are there and she had a scared little girl clung to her body crying hysterically. But this beach was different this was the Lopez' personal beach, she used to spend every summer vacation here with her family and usually family reunions were held here. She told her father she would be there this weekend with Iz and he promised that no one would be there and her would get the house stocked with things they would need before they arrived.
"Izzy, Mr. Ramos and mami will make sure no one comes near us. Right, George?" Santana said addressing her body guard who was in the passenger seat.
"Yes we will. We have to keep la Princesa safe. Nobody can get by me and my guns." Santana laughed listening to his thick accent go into a voice he only uses when he's talking to her daughter.
"See? It's going to be okay." She said and her daughter nodded letting out a small 'fine' before sucking in a huge breath and shouting.
"Mr. Pebo's in the trunk! He can't breave! Mama get him out!"
"Mija, calm down Mr. Pebos okay." The woman laughed grabbing the pink stuffed elephant out of her purse. Izzy grabbed it and clutched it tight to her chest. It was the elephant she got from her dad, the little girl dragged that thing around everywhere she said 'wif Mr. Pebo I can have daddy all the time because I only have a sometimes daddy.' It broke Santanas heart to hear that but it's best for her and Jay to be a part they didn't click together, nothing more than friends atleast.
Santana took out her phone as they pulled on the long entrance way leading to her families mansion.
We're gonna be up at the beach house. Come by? Your daughter really misses you. -S
"Here we are Miss Lopez." John said pulling into the driveway and putting the car into park. She got Isabel out of the car and into the house as George retrieved there belonging from the trunk. She hasn't been here in 3 years. Since Rachel. She begins to doze into memories of 3 years ago in this house until her phone vibrates in her purse.
Beach house? I didn't know you have a beach house. Just text me the address.
Right. Why would she think he knew about the beach house? He's never been here and the time Santana was going to bring him her brother had been there with his wife on a 'get away from Boston' vacation. She texted him the address and sat her phone on the table next to her. It really isn't hard to miss. It's also the only white house on the street. It's only about 30 minutes from where he lives in Queens.
Santana took off her shoes and headed upstairs to see where her daughter ran off to. She opened the door to a big room which was the kids' play room during family reunions and she spotted her daughter on the floor laying on her stomach propped up on her elbows watching strawberry shortcake and talking to George about why blue is only for boy babies and not girl babies.
Santana laughed at the sight before interrupting her little chatterbox.
"Mija why don't we give Mr. Ramos a break and go down to the beach and play." Her daughters eyes narrowed slightly as she challenged her mother, another trait the 2 year old inherited from her mother.
"Really mami? You gonna play wif me? Or are you gonna sleep in da sun acause I think I'd rather play wif Mr. Ramos." George snorted a laugh and Santana gasped playfully swooping down to tickle her daughters sides as she replied with.
"Is that all you think I'm good at? This big girl knows how to play."
"Fine!" Isabel giggles "I'll play wif you."
"Alright Bigs lets go get your swim suit on." The little girl ran out of the room leaving her mother behind.
"Jay está venida." She told George looking back at him he nodded in response before she retreated out the door.
They were making sandcastles when he came and Santana's kind of happy that Isabels back is facing him and she didn't notice he was here until he comes up and sits behind her. She jumps up with this terrified look on her face and runs across the sand castle to her mom. Santana tries to tell her it's okay and to turn around but she's not having it so Jay says her name and her head whips around so fast Santana swears the child could have given herself whiplash.
"Daddy!" She screams, a big smile spreads across her tear stained face and she's across the sand castle again in the arms of her father.
"Oh I missed you soo much Bigs." He said holding the little girl tight and kissing the top of her head.
"I missed you too daddy, very, very very much." Santana smiled at the interaction she loved seeing her daughter happy. She stood up and started brushing the sand off the but of her purple bikini.
"You added on to the tattoo." Jay said looking up at her. She had a tattoo under her right breast of a J when they were together and Jay got an S on his hip bone. They had only been dating for 2 months and they were both drunk when they got them done at some tattoo parlor in Harlem. After they broke up Santana added on to it so now the tattoo says "Just Friends" after a song on her first album.
"Yeah it was my favorite song I wrote although the fans liked I'd Rather Go Blind better." She said tracing her fingers over the marking.
"Mama has my name too and anoter one but I dunno what it say." Santana showed him the inside of her wrist where it was written in pretty cursive letters "Isabel".
Jay stayed for 2 hours before he had to leave to get ready for work. Isabel wasn't really happy he was leaving again but he talked to her about it, said he would call her before it was her bed time to tell her good night and promised he would see her again. After he left Isabel talked herself to sleep it was warly evening and she hadn't had a nap all day so Santana was debating on wheter or not to wake her dauhter up now or wait an hour if she wanted the child to sleep through the night. She decided to wait an hour that way they could just go out to eat and she could make Isabel walk so it would tire the girl out even more -she's a cruel mother, but she loves her sleep and that child would keep her up all night if she wasn't knocked out herself so she's gotta do what she's gotta do.
The night went by fast for Santana she woke up her daughter at 6 and she told John to drive them up the long road cause she'll be damned if she has to walk that long way because all she'll have to look at are trees and she's not one all up for nature. Isabel holds her hand and walks the whole way to the restaurant they're going to eat at talking up a storm. She had thick sunglasses over her eyes and her hair fell loose over her shoulders she thanked the Lord nobody recognized her yet or if they did they just didn't say anything. That's what she likes about New York the people move so fast they don't even notice her.
"Finally." Isabel sighed. " I thought I was gonna haf to be baby and make you hold me." Her daughter never fails to make her laugh. She really has no idea where her child is learning this stuff from. Maybe she's letting her hang around Britt and Kurt too much.
"Mama, am I your best fwend?" The little girl asked from across the booth. She was sitting in a booster seat the restaurant has for little children.
"Of course your my best friend. I love you more than anything in the world." Santana said. And it was true her daughter really was her best friend.
"Good cause your my bestest fwend in the whole world. Even bestest than Auntie Britt and Uncle Kurt. I love you mami." Santana smiled softly, her daughter was the smartest two year old like ever on this planet.
The night flew by for Santana after Jay called and she put Isabel to bed. Her room brought back so many memories, it was the room her and Rachel had stayed in, it was the bed she spent a summer making love to her lover in, it was the room they decided to go there seperate ways in and the room they had held each other in that night because neither of them knew what they would do without one another
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