"Hey pretty girl! Come to Aunt Sanny!" Santana beamed when she saw Mercedes helping her one year old daughter, Amiyah, walk in the movie room at the Lopez-Pierce house. The baby, who was dressed in a pair of denim overalls and a bright pink tshirt underneath, pink high top Converse on her feet, blushed brightly at the Latina and laughed as Santana wiggled her fingers at her.

"Show Aunt Sanny you can walk." Mercedes laughed when her daughter looked up at her.

Santana quickly dropped to her knees and opened her arms, laughing when the baby wobbly made her way over, babbling the entire time, smiling at her. "Hey cutie!" She clapped when Amiyah reached her and hugged her right away. "My favorite member of the Atkinson household." Santana teased, causing Mercedes to roll her eyes and set the diaper bag she had slung over her shoulder, and her purse down on an empty seat.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She laughed, waving her off. "I saw my favorite Lopez upstairs, so we are even."

Santana looked up quickly and frowned. "That was hurtful." She replied immediately, picking up the baby and kissing her big cheeks. She snatched the baby's toy keys from Mercedes and leaned back as Amiyah began to play happily and quietly to herself. "You don't have to be rude."

"Whatever." Mercedes laughed. "So what is so urgent that I had to rush over here?"

"Brittany likes having friends, for some reason, so she wants to have a game night." Santana explained.

"I'm not talking her out it for you, suck it up and have a game night party with your wife." Mercedes shook her head, smiling at her daughter who was staring at her, a big smile on her face.

"Totally." Santana shrugged. "I want just like real friends invited, no industry people. So have you talked to Quinn, her and Puck back on good terms?"

Mercedes raised an eyebrow and sighed. "You two need to stop this silly feud and just move past it."

"No."

"It's been three months bitch, and I need everyone happy and friendly by the time our anniversary party happens. I'm not playing." Mercedes told her sternly. "Yall have been beefing long enough."

"I'm not apologizing to her."

"I didn't tell you to." Mercedes replied before taking a deep breath. "Do you even remember what you're arguing about?"

Santana covered the baby's ears and nodded. "She's a bitch."

Brittany walked in the movie room and smiled at Amiyah, who reached for her right away. "What are you two talking about?"

"Quinn." Mercedes replied, swooning at how her daughter cuddled in Brittany's lap and started to drift to sleep as she rocked her slowly.

"No, we aren't." Santana replied, standing and grabbing a blanket, tossing on Amiyah's back, the baby glancing at her before looking back up at Brittany, sticking her hand in her mouth.

"Tired huh?" Brittany asked the baby, smiling at her and rubbing her back.

"Ma ma." Amiyah said softly, staring at her mother.

"Hey Ya Ya." Mercedes waved at her daughter, blowing her a kiss. "So you two are having a game night?"

Brittany immediately perked up and glanced at her wife, who was scrolling through Netflix for a cartoon to put on for the baby. "Yes, complete girl's night. I'm ordering a nacho bar, there will be a mixologist, and some type of fruit tray or something."

Santana narrowed her eyes at Brittany and wiggled to get more comfortable in the corner of the sectional she was sitting on. "Who's invited, B?"

"Us three, obvi, Quinn, Rachel, Sway, and I guess who ever else drops in." Brittany shrugs.

"Consuela is in town?" Mercedes asked quickly with a big smile. Consuela, aka Sway, is Santana's cousin, who recently moved to LA from New York, she was a celebrity stylist that just opened her own studio in West Hollywood. Her and Santana were always close growing up but drifted apart when Consuela's dad, who was a lawyer, took a job in Seattle. They reconnected when they both ended up in New York at the same time, and tried to keep in touch as much as possible. Before living in New York, she was living in Rome, but made sure to clear her schedule to come to Brittany and Santana's wedding, and the two had become inseparable since.

"Sway's in New York, I thought?" Santana frowned.

"Game night is next week, she'll be back in town then." Brittany explained, carefully laying Amiyah, who was now fast asleep, on the couch next to her. "You need to stop this argument with Quinn too, I don't want you and Sway ganging up on her."

Santana rolled her eyes as Noah, who was dressed in a red Nike dry-fit hooded sweatshirt, black joggers, and red and black Nike socks, came running in the movie room. "Mommy can we?"

"Shhhhhhhh." Santana shook her head. "Ya Ya is sleeping, mijo, inside voices, por favor."

Noah leaned over to see the baby's face and smiled. "Can we go get the thick pizza tonight?"

"Deep dish?" Mercedes asked with a smile as Noah walked over to her and leaned on her leg.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Is Brey coming tonight." Brittany asked.

"Who knows?" Santana shrugged. "You know my assistant situation is right now."

"I'll let you know, honey, if not tonight, we'll go soon. Why don't you let Rocky outside to poop." Brittany told him, leaning forward and running her fingers through his soft curly frohawk.

"Okay." Noah smiled happily, running out of the room.

"God, he's getting so big." Mercedes shook her head. "I remember when he was this size." She smiled, nodding towards her daughter.

Santana blushed as she thought of memories of Noah being a year old and cuddling in her lap. "So, what games are we playing? Nothing lame like Monopoly, let's play something."

"Sway said she wants to be in charge of games." Brittany shrugged.

"Oh shit." Mercedes laughed.


Santana slipped on a pair of red Nike ankle socks and picked up her cell phone as she walked out of the bedroom portion of her suite into the living room. She was replying back to a text from Brittany, who was in Paris for a quick two day trip with a client, while the Latina was in Chicago on business, when there was a knock on her room door. Assuming it was her assistant, who fell asleep earlier and wasn't answering her phone calls, she took a deep breath to calm herself down and walked to the door. Swinging it open angrily her eyes widened as her jaw dropped when her cousin Consuela was standing at the door with a bag of Portillo's and a bottle of Maker's Mark in the other hand.

"Bitch!" Santana screeched, hugging her cousin tightly. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Consuela, who was pretty much a splitting image of the Latina, winked at her cousin and shrugged. "Missed my favorite cousin and wanted to see her."

Santana narrowed her eyes at her. "Sweet, what did you bring me to eat?"

"I have two Chicago style and two chili cheese." Consuela replied, setting the bag on the table, while Santana got glasses with ice and lemonade ready for them. "So what's up chick?"

Santana took a big bite of a hotdog and shook her head. "Not much, here on some business."

"Well I'm crashing your suite." Consuela told her while kicking off her black Nikes and taking a sip of her drink. "So Brittany wants a game night?"

"Yeah." Santana nodded, glancing at her cousin.

"Quinn invited?"

Santana shrugged while nodding. "Yeah."

"Will I need to kick her ass?" Consuela asked seriously.

"No Sway." Santana laughed, licking the chili from around her mouth and taking a sip of her drink.

"You two work it out yet?" Consuela asked, "she stole from you, Tana."

"Let it go, Sway." Santana told her. "I don't want to talk about Quinn, my favorite cousin is here, and I don't have anything to do until tomorrow afternoon, so we are hanging out, getting drunk, and relaxing."

"Shopping?" Consuela asked with a smirk.

"Duh." Santana nodded. "Any new clients?"

Consuela nodded. "I got some things in the works, so when are we opening this boutique?"

Santana took another big bite of her hot dog. "Soon, I haven't backed out, don't worry."

3 hours later the two were full and slightly drunk as they hung out in the living room part of Santana's suite. Consuela, who was wearing a pair of white Nike leggings and a black Prada t-shirt, was fast asleep on the couch, her long dark brown hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. Santana was on the other end of the couch watching tv, pouring herself another drink. She stared at her before standing up and walking to the bedroom, she closed the door slightly and went to the bathroom. Staring in the mirror she tossed water on her face before taking a deep breath and calling Brittany.

Hey hey

Hey B, what's up baby?

Um, it's 3am, so I'm asleep. You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay, just wanted to hear your voice. Sway surprised me and is here, we had some drinks so she is sleeping off some of the liquor before we go to dinner and out for more drinks.

Okay...talk to me.

You know my abuela's 80th birthday is next week, well Sway said there is a big party for her in Lima. I kind of want to go.

Of course we can go. You sound drained, take a nap.

Yeah I plan to, just wanted to hear your voice. I love you, and I miss you.

Love and miss you too sweetheart. I'll call you later. Bye.

Bye

Santana walked back in the bedroom and laid in bed, tossing her phone to the side. Even though Santana and her grandmother had reconciled she was still visibly awkward around her. The elder Latina showed up to their wedding with some relatives and gave her blessing during the ceremony, which was tradition in their family. The two danced at their reception, and fell back into their former relationship for the night, but their relationship was anything but close since. Santana wasn't convinced with her sudden change of heart, and still kept her distance. She weighed the pros and cons of going in her head as she drifted to sleep.


"Thanks hun." Consuela winked at the waitress as he poured them each a glass of rosé. "So, how's the album coming along?"

"I haven't seriously recorded anything yet, just playing around with lyrics and beats right now. I don't want to hit the sophomore slump with my album, so I'm taking my time with it." Santana explained. "I'm still trying to figure out the theme of the album, you know?"

"Gotcha." Consuela nodded. "How are you doing? Life has been kind of a whirlwind for you since Tio Antonio and Tia Maria died." She paused and took a moment to herself, since she was extremely close with Santana's mother. "I just want to make sure you are processing everything and not internalizing a lot, I wasn't there for you right after the funeral like I should have been. I'm so sorry for that." She added in Spanish.

Santana wiped the tear from her own eye before wiping her cousin's. "I didn't wear waterproof mascara tonight, so don't do this to me, bitch." She teased softly, replying in Spanish. "I was pissed at you for that, but I forgive, don't beat yourself up about that Sway. I'm doing okay, I'm in therapy dealing with a lot of things, talking through a lot of shit. I'm okay, Sway. I miss like parents like crazy, not a day goes by that I don't think about them, and wish they were here to see Noah now, and see what I've made of myself." She added, she then switched back to English. "I'm okay. I'm doing okay."

"Well now that I'm in LA I want you to know that I'm here for you, okay? I know you're married and Brittany is amazing and all that good stuff, but I'm here." Consuela reminded her.

"I know. Thank you." She nodded before clearing her throat. "Okay, enough of that sappy shit, let's party."

"Okay, I just wanted to get that off my chest."

Santana nodded and took a sip of her champagne. "Okay. Who are you dating now? Anyone?" She asked.

"I have options, and I'm keeping them open." Consuela replied coyly. "But Samantha got moved over Malcolm to the top of the list."

Santana laughed, she knew Consuela was still extremely promiscuous and didn't see her cousin letting up anytime soon, she would listen to her rant on and on about wanting to settle down and have kids, but Santana knew that day was a very long ways off. "Samantha is the blonde?"

"Dirty blonde." Consuela blushed. "She's having a dinner party and I need you and Brittany there for support."

"Let us know the date, and we will see if we can make it." Santana nodded.


Back in LA three days later

"Carry this to the table carefully, please." Santana told Noah, handing him a plate of rolls.

"Then we eat dinner?" Noah asked.

"Si." She nodded in reply.

"Hey Mama P!" Santana beamed, hugging her mother in law tightly, kissing her on the cheek. "Thanks for coming over for dinner."

"Of course, you cooked?" She asked, looking at all the pots on the stove and noticing she didn't see Chef Brey around.

Santana nodded as Brittany walked in the kitchen and grabbed the roast that Santana made, carrying it to the dining room. "Yeah, we wanted to do a super family chill night, so we gave Brey the night off."

"Can I help with anything?" She asked as Noah came running back in the kitchen and leaned into his grandmother's embrace.

"No, we have it mom." Brittany replied, walking in the kitchen. "Noah, go get washed up for dinner." She told him.

"You two are so fancy and fabulous now with the personal chef and all now, I forgot how good of cooks you two are." Hannah teased as the family settled in the family room. Noah right away running over to his grandfather and leaning into his side. Mr. Pierce wrapped his arm around him and kissed the top of his head.

"I am so proud of you two, seriously." Mr. Pierce smiled. "Santana, I know Tony and Maria are so proud of you."

Santana blushed. "I know." She nodded. "So, what movie are watching?" She asked, cuddling close to Brittany.