Chapter 2
So, this morning didn't exactly go exactly the way we planned. I'm sat in the front or our 4x4 looking somewhat like a chauffeur because Santana refuses to sit next to me in the car. We are on our way to drop Zoey off at nursery for the day, she is quite happily singing along to Katy Perry on the radio completely unaware that her Mami is glaring daggers into the back of my head. We have been in the car for a good 10 minutes and other than Zoey's random chit-chat the ride has been pretty quiet.
"Are you really gonna give me the silent treatment all day, babe?" I glance up making eye contact with her in my rear-view mirror. She instantly turns red and puts her head in her hands and I get that she is more embarrassed by the whole situation, rather that mad at me for it.
She looks at Zoey in her car seat and tucks some of her long blonde hair behind her ear. "She…I…What if she?...I don't even know Britt! She's 3," She lowers her voice and leans forward and talks quietly into my ear "she shouldn't know anything about that stuff yet! And there we we're doing it right in front of her, on the floor of her room! What if we scarred her for life?" She huffs out.
"We didn't scar her for life babe! She thought we we're wrestling! She'll have forgotten all about it by the time she gets home later."
I pull into the car park of the nursery and take off my seat belt, turning to face Santana. I place my hand on her cheek and kiss her on the forehead, "Love, do you really think we are the only parents that this has happened too! I know from experience that it damn well isn't." I grimace slightly at that memory of my parents. Santana is thinking, I can tell because she's wearing this adorable little frown. "I love you, baby! So much!" I kiss her forehead, nose and lips before pulling away and directing my attention to our fairy princess…yes now she's a fairy princess complete with wings because after our little incident, Santana said yes to whatever she asked for. "Ok kiddo, can you undo your straps?" I say, getting out of the car and making my way around to her door. Her little fingers are trying so hard to push the button on the clasp that holds all her straps in place, but she finally gives in and with a pout looks at my wife. "Mami, I stucks!" Santana chuckles at her adorable little pout. "You look so much like your mummy when you do that!" She muses mostly to herself. She undoes Zoey and then pulls her into her lap for a cuddle, "I love you, baby girl." With a big squeeze she releases her and pushes her back to my side of the car to get out.
"I love you too, Mami" she smiles back returning to her Mami "Thank you for sitting in the back with me!" she kisses Santana on the cheek and returns to me. I think Santana's heart melts right there. I think mine does too, seeing her get so mushy about the kids. See as much as I love my wife, back in the day, she wasn't a fan of the tiny humans. It took some convincing. So, its moments like these that remind me how far we have come. I open the car door and take Zoey's hand, helping her down onto the pavement, "I'll be back in a minute, love."
She holds my hand all the way to the front door, talking animatedly about a Scooby doo cartoon she watched this morning and then runs off when she sees her friends Ellie and Ethan. I greet Mr Green behind the desk and he marks her in for the day. As I make my way over to Zoey to say goodbye
I bump into the twins Dad, Joey. "Hey Britt, how's it going? Running a bit late this morning?"
"You wouldn't believe the morning I've had and its only 9am!" I laugh in reply to his comment.
"Aww, well nothing to serious I hope? I've been meaning to ask you about having her over for a sleepover one night?" he motions towards Zoey, playing happily. "The twins haven't stopped asking since Toby had a friend over."
"I'd have to check with Santana, but I don't see it being a problem, maybe I can see if Parker can have a sleepover and I can actually have a date night with my wife." I chuckle. He laughs along with me and I motion that I am going to say goodbye to my daughter. I creep up behind her and grab her around the waist lifting her up in the air and she shrieks and giggles "Mama, Stop!" She laughs as I cover her face in kisses.
"I'm going home now baby, have a good day. I love you." She waves as I walk away, and I stop briefly to exchange a goodbye with Joey, when I look back she is already completely enthralled in the story Ethan is telling her.
When I get back to the car, I am pleased to see Santana sat up front. She smirks at me as I round the car to the driver's side and when I get in she pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry I'm an idiot!" she tells me, kissing me sweetly.
"You're my idiot, I wouldn't have it any other way." I kiss her again and move to put my seatbelt on and the key in the ignition. "Breakfast?"
"Oh god, yes!"
I drive us across town to Becca's, a little hole in the wall diner that we have been coming to for years. Becca, the owner has known us since we were about 16. Back when I was acne covered and awkward and Santana thought she was God's gift to men. Oh, how things have changed. I park up and round the car to open the door for Santana, she takes my hand and places a small kiss on my palm. We enter the restaurant and are immediately greeted with the mouth-watering smells that is Becca's cooking. I lead Santana down the small flight of stairs and to our favourite table in the back corner. I couldn't even get us there before Becca herself appeared.
"My girls!" Her voice bellows as she comes at us with open arms and envelops us into a suffocating hug. "You promised me weekly visits, ladies. You lied!" she says bluntly.
Both Santana and I open our mouth to explain but we are once again cut off "Nope, I know the drill, work got busy. The kids got busy. I understand girls, but an email with a picture of those gorgeous babies once in a while wouldn't go amiss!" We sit making small talk and I get out my phone to show her all the recent photos we have of Parker and Zoey, with her ooh-ing and aww-ing at every single one. She apologises for having to leave and retreats to the kitchen as she has orders from other customers.
The menus remain untouched at the side of the table, I don't really know why they bother giving them too us really as we always order the same thing. Before the young lad has even been to take our order, Jaz, Becca's regular waiter is bringing us our breakfast. We eat in a comfortable silence. Santana attempting to play footsy under the table occasionally, but as soon as she was caught by Becca, she went bright red and stopped. "You girls, you aren't sixteen no more!" She commented and clipped Santana round the back of the head. I couldn't help but laugh.
I take her hand and kiss it gently, "My poor baby, it really hasn't been your day, has it?" I smirk. "I'll make it up to you when we get home."
We finished our breakfasts and coffee, content to just sit for a while in a child free, work free zone. Jaz brought us the bill over a little while later and handed it to me. I Smiled when checking it, and handed it to Santana "On the house, but bring those babies in this weekend or I'll make you pay double." She chuckled to herself and went to find Becca to thank her whilst I gathered our things. I see my wife enter the kitchen so once I have everything together I poke my head through the serving hatch to say thank you myself and assure her we would be in at the weekend.
Santana returns with a new-found vigour, she hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek, raising her eyebrows at me in her attempt at a provocative manner. I have no choice but to laugh at her. She's such a little weirdo!
"Come on baby, let's get you home to bed." I wink at her.
Traffic was not on our side, Santana opted to drive home as she seems to think she could get us there quicker. Unfortunately, she was horribly mistaken. We'd sat in the same spot for 40 minutes. The traffic was hell! I could see she was getting agitated. My baby did not do well cooped up in a car for long, as a matter of fact, none of my babies did.
I placed my hand on her thigh and rubbed it soothingly. Hoping it would calm her down, apparently it did the opposite. "Britt baby, don't start something you can't finish. I'm horny and we're in the car of all places." She whined and pouted at me.
"Aww, my poor baby!"
"Really Britt, your gonna patronise me?" She huffed.
I scooted to her side as much as I could with my seatbelt still in place and rested my head on her shoulder. "You wanna know why I insisted on a new car with black out windows?" I asked while trailing my fingers up her inner thigh.
"Britt…" She whined at me.
"San…" I smirked back. I checked out the window to make sure we weren't going anywhere for a while, put the hand brake on and took the car out of gear. I stoked soothingly at her left leg before bringing my hand under her knee and lifting her foot off the clutch. I moved my hand to her stomach, gently stroking at her abs over her shirt before dipping my hand under and continuing my ministrations. I grasped at her breast over her bra, massaging gently. I could feel her nipples hardening against my palm.
"Britt, what are you doing, babe?" she half asked, half moaned.
I leaned into her whispered "you" in her ear.
I used my free hand to pull her face towards me, giving her little butterfly kisses on the lips every few seconds. I could tell she wasn't convinced that people couldn't see us because she kept glancing at everyone in the street to make sure no eyes were on us. I took my hand out of her shirt and she continued watching everyone around us, paying me no mind. I decided to up the stakes, she wasn't the only horny one. I didn't get any this morning. So, I took matters into my own hands…so to speak. I watched her eyes flit from person to person on the pavement outside as I started to undo the buttons to my shirt "San...?" I asked as I continued with the buttons. My shirt was off, and she still hadn't replied, "San, baby?" my hands behind my back unclasping my bra. I tugged the straps down my arms and hung it on the mirror. Her eyes darted to it before widening and turning to me. "I want you baby, but if you're just gonna ignore me…" I brought my hands up to my own breasts and squeezed them gently. My nipples were hard and sensitive in the chilly air, causing me to moan out louder than I had expected too. Her eyes were on me now. "Do you still think people can see San? Cos I would've thought I'd have an audience, I'm putting on quite the show." I continued massaging my breasts and pinching at my own nipples. I could see her watching me, her hands clutching hard at the steering wheel. I leaned over and grabbed her hand pulling it towards my chest, silently asking her to take over. She didn't. "Baby, are you really gonna make me go solo?" I ask moving my hand down from my chest towards my waistline.
"Oh fuck, Britt" She turns towards me and pulls my face to her, kissing me hard. She nibbles at my lower lip and I can feel her tongue begging for entrance, which I grant instantly. Her hands aim for my chest and she massage's and tweaks at my nipples causing a breathy moan to escape me. Her kisses move down my neck and towards my chest, I use my hands to guide her to where I need her but soon the seatbelt becomes an issue. With a quick glance around to make sure no cars in front had moved she unbuckles us both. I let out a sharp moan as the cold buckle hits against my sensitive chest. "You like that baby?" she asks taking my nipple into her mouth. I rest my hands on the back of her head not really sure what to do with them. I was so close already and she hadn't even touched me properly yet! I pulled her lips back to my own, nibbling at her lower one. "I need you, now!" I said, pulling at her whole body. With a bit of manoeuvring I manage to get her on my side on the car, she's kissing my neck and grabbing at the button of my jeans. "Baby, lift up?" she asks, and I lift my hips up enough for her to pull my jeans and pants down to my mid-thigh. I sit back down, I'm aware that there is going to be a stain beneath me but at this point I'm past caring. I pull her face back towards me, forcing my tongue back into her mouth. I go for the button on her jeans, but it seems she's got there before me when I just reach skin. I pull her down onto my lap, so she is straddling me, and I waste no time in grabbing her hands a putting them where I want them to be. "Fuck, you're so wet!" she moans in my ear. Her fingers tease around my clit, purposefully missing where I need her to be. I bring two of my fingers up to her mouth and she sucks on them so sensually, I think I could come right there. She's looking at me with eyes so dark and full of lust that I can't think straight. I trace my fingers down her body and to her centre, she's wet. She's dripping, and I feel kind of smug that I got her this worked up. I tease her entrance and she does the same to me before pushing in with two fingers. My hands come straight up to her shoulders to steady myself as my hips push forcefully into her hand. I lean back against the seat grabbing at her face and bringing her mouth to my chest, hoping she will get the hint. Thankfully she does, and I have her skilled tongue working my nipples. "Shit San, I'm so close!" I moan loudly. She moves her other hand down to my clit and circles it a couple of times and I'm in ecstasy. I feel myself clench around her fingers so hard she can barely move, and I let out a silent moan, falling forward into the crook of her neck. She brings her arm around my waist and helps me ride out the rest of my orgasm whist sweetly pecking little butterfly kisses on my cheek. "I love you, Brittany. To the moon and back." Once I recover, I realise that she is still rocking into me to no avail. I trace my fingers up her top and over her abs, making my way to her breasts massaging them gently. I pull at the cups of her bra, so they aren't in my way and she moans loudly at the direct contact. I nuzzle at her cheek gently "I love you too, baby" I tell her, and she guides me into a kiss. Her tongue given immediate access. Her hips are moving at a faster pace and I move my hands from her breasts to her hips, exaggerating the movements they're making, grinding her clit against my stomach. I watch her carefully; her brow is furrowed and she's biting her lip in frustrated concentration. I can tell she's close, but not as close as she wants to be. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck on them before moving them to her entrance. I push in slowly, wanting to tease her a little. Her upper half flops forward with her forehead resting on my shoulder. She moans loudly, and I am suddenly worried that people in the next car may hear her, but a quick glace tells me otherwise. Her hips jut into me with such force that I don't really need to move, but I pump into her anyway, feeling her grow tighter and tighter with each push. I bring my hand down to her clit and she comes almost instantaneously with a muffled scream into my shoulder. I can feel her juices against my legs and I can't help but smirk to myself. I pull my fingers out and try to wipe them the best I can on my jeans before bringing my hands up to her face. "Baby, you ok?" I ask.
"Fucking hell, I love you!" she smiles and kisses me lazily. We sit, wrapped up in each other for a minute or two. Just exchanging little kisses and loving caresses. Before long she is pushing up on her knees and I help her pull her jeans up the best she can before climbing back across to the drivers seat as if nothing happened. I shuffle around to pull my own trousers up, taking a glance around at the people nearby. Everybody is none the wiser. "See babe, the extra money on the black out windows was a fantastic idea!" She smirks at me and pulls me in for a kiss.
We finally make it home after another 30 minutes or so stuck in traffic, both of us in a considerably better mood than the first half of the journey. She jumps out the car and goofily prances to my door opening it. "Your chariot awaits, my lady." She says offering me a hand. I undo my seatbelt and dubiously take it, only to be pulled up into her arms, bridal style. We had both agreed to an afternoon cuddled up in front of the TV. No distractions, unless they came in the form of kisses and cuddles. She closes the car door with her hip and proceeds up the steps towards the house. Our house. San and I brought this place back before we had careers and children, it was a mess but a cheap mess. So, in went our life's saving and our spare time. San had a vision of what the run-down townhouse could look like with a bit of sweat and hard graft…I had a vision of her in overalls doing the sweating and hard graft. She didn't disappoint in either areas. This is our house and it will always be our house, and the fact that her naked butt print is under our bedroom carpet is something I will never let her live down.
I flop myself down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table, waiting for San to come and join me. I notice Parker's reading book next to my feet and grab it as Santana sets a couple of glasses of water on the table. She settles herself, with her head on my stomach as I start to read aloud "Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much." I pause when I feel a tiny fluttering below my belly button. San stills her fingers that a running along my thigh and looks at me with a wide-eyed smile.
"I felt it, that time I felt it! Read some more!"
I continue with the paragraph, smiling at her enthusiasm "You feel that, right?" she asks me, leaning up to pepper my belly with kisses.
"Yes, I feel it!" I chuckle at her antics "Good thing baby enjoys Harry Potter, or you'll be telling them they aren't cool enough to hang out with us like you told me"
