Manda's Note: For the record, I haven't given up on my other story I just have every chapter but the next one written. (ok so I exagerate but they're at least started) This on the other hand is the start of a random idea that has haunted me for a while. I fully blame my best friendl... and for you Roo... there is a slight dose of BIKE! Promise there will be more. Now, I'm going back to watch HeMo and Harry's Duggie video because it makes me smile. so leave your thoughts on this. it's short simple sweet and to the point. I'm gonna shut up and stop rambling now. Enjoy!
By the way marshmellow - as I went to upload this... huge sneezing fit.
My sweet little girl,
From the moment I heard your very first heartbeat Santana Maria I knew just how special you were. Just how special you would be to everyone around you. I don't want you to ever forget how much you mean to me baby. Now that you're reading this letter it must mean that I'm watching over you from my fluffy white cloud in the sky. Stiffen that lip up little girl, there's no feeling sad about that, never feel sad about it sweetheart. I'm fine up here. I can watch you all day long. I need you to do me a big favor sweetheart, every time you feel like you're going to cry or that you're upset about something straighten up that lip tighter. There's nothing worth your tears or your pain. Nothing sweetheart, you're better than all of that. You don't need to cry over any of it. Just remember who you are and show them how much better you can be. You'll understand what I'm writing when you're older beautiful, you'll know who you are and the things that you want. I can see it in your personality already. In the way that you smile and boss Noah around.
My eight year old is going to grow up to have quite the head on her shoulders. I see the other mothers at the playground watching you, they know that if they have sons the day they figure out that girls don't have cooties you'll be the one to keep them away from and all the mothers of the little girls know that once high school hits they'll be consoling them on not making Cheerios while you're taking the school by storm, just like I did with the help of Jane and Lydia. Don't ask them though, Jane will always tell you she was the one in charge. The Cheerios coach won't know what hit her the day you walk in the door Bunny. With the integrity and strength to be the entire team yourself. I'm sure that you'll have little Brittany tightly attached to your pinky. Keeping her in close range like you and Noah insist on doing already. You might drive Lydia's sweet Michael crazy if you don't let him talk to Brittany, baby, he's not going to be mean to her Santana. Noah isn't the only one you can trust you know.
As I write this right now you're dancing around in front of the television, Lion King is on and you're in my old cheerios uniform. Brittany's sound asleep on the couch, you're so good with her even now Bunny. Sharing the quilt Noah dragged through the yard early this morning with her. I still don't understand that one but when it comes to you and Noah I'm not going to ask questions already baby. You've got that little boy wrapped around your finger already. I fear for Jane the day that she needs to separate the two of you. Don't ask what that means right now Bunny. One day you'll read back on this letter and laugh at all of it.
Oh mija I wish I would be around to see you grow up. To tell you everything is going to be ok every time there's the slightest doubt in your mind. I'm so sorry I'm not going to be there for you, I will always carry that regret with me Santana. but you, my beautiful, talented, headstrong little girl are going to be everything I'm not when you're older. Everything that I never could be. Even now I see it in your little eyes. Just remember that Santana, remember how much I love you bunny, how much you've always meant to me and you forever will. I'm always with you little girl, now close your little eyes, squeeze into bed beside Noah with that transformers blanket you love so much and let Jane tuck you in. Good night my baby girl.
Love,
Mommy
Seeing the little brunette child's eyes now fully closed and peaceful for the night Jane Puckerman folded the letter into three and slipped it back into the envelope. She could see the tears stain that marked tanned cheeks and she felt her heart raise to her throat, it had been three days since they'd buried Gabrielle Lopez, mother, wife, best friend. Five days since Jane had taken responsibility of protecting the little Latina child from her abusive father the best she could. And ten years since she'd known that her best friend Gabby was doomed to the death she'd so brutally subcommand to. Quietly Jane stood up from her chair beside the bed and leaned down to kiss the foreheads of the children in front of her. Her mind taking a mental photo of her son's arm cast over the covers around the chest of his little co conspirator tightly. He'd been her rock throughout the wake and funeral. even at the age of eight Noah Puckerman had known to clutch her hand and tell her that everything was going to be alright. He'd been the one to hug her and to tell her that everything was going to be ok when the paramedics had pronounced both her mother and the three year old husky, Jake, dead on scene.
A single tear dripped from Jane Puckerman's eye as she closed the door to the transformers room behind her and headed to take care of her three month old daughter. As he'd done many times she knew that Noah would be the only one to comfort Santana if and when she woke up with the nightmares of crimson blood splattering on the hot, grey, summer sidewalk. that was just the way they worked, the way they'd always been.