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"Moms." Bella calmly announced as she entered the living room where Santana was lying against Brittany's chest watching Good Morning America. One glance down at Santana from Brittany instantly confirmed their suspicions that their daughter had been up to no good and was about to drown herself in excuses.

"What have you done?" Santana questioned her with narrow eyes as she sat herself up straight from her position on Brittany's chest. Brittany gave her the look that translated to don't even think about lying because you're just like your mother and I can tell from a mile away.

"Before you yell at me I haven't done anything bad… except maybe I gave Tubbs a few extra treats this morning because he gave me the eyes." Santana's small feisty twin argued. "I want to ask you something that might make you mad." Her small body made her way to the sofa her moms were residing on and climbed onto Brittany's lap.

Brittany and Santana, intrigued by what could possibly make them mad, simply looked at each other and shrugged. "First of all," Santana started. "Your mom gives Tubbs extra treats every day hence why he's so fat, so don't worry about that." The comment earned Santana a playful slap on the arm from Brittany, who in turn denied the whole accusation to Bella with the shake of her head. "Second of all you know you can ask us anything, and even though I can't promise I won't get mad, your mom is here to rescue you from Snix."

Brittany laughed and swatted Santana's arm once more. "So what is it Bels?" she asked her daughter.

"So uhmmmm. I was playing on Mama's iPad before and I saw a picture of aunt Mercedes and then the iPad did a weird thing and next thing I know, aunt Mercedes was staring at me and saying hi! And then she asked me if I wanted to go ice skating today with them because Sophia misses me and they said it would be more fun. I know it's family day but we didn't go ice skating last year because momma was sick so can I pleeeeease go? I promise I'll make it up to you with cuddles!"

Sunday was family day and had been since the day Isabella was born. Sundays meant that Brittany could do absolutely no work concerning her professor classes, and that Santana could make absolutely no important lawyer calls, otherwise they would be given the cold shoulder by Isabella and be forced to repay her in a new stuffed Disney toy.

She looked at her mother with pleading eyes, ones that matched Santana's when she wanted something from Brittany or her own parents. Of course, Brittany and Santana never really stood a chance when their daughter looked at them with those brown puppy dog eyes. "Of course you can go, honey. With our crazy work days this month we would've struggled to find time to take you anyway, and I'm sure Sophia will be glad she'll have another kid to skate with." Brittany told her and stroked her arm.

"Are you sure you're not mad that I'll miss family day? Cuz' I knows mama has secretly been waiting to watch the Polar Express with me." She looked at Santana and pouted, melting her mother's heart and making her forget she was ever mad at Bella for meddling with her iPad.

"S'okay." Santana told her softly. "You won't be gone all day, we can watch it before bed with some hot chocolate and popcorn." She kissed her daughter's forehead gently and patted her off the Brittany's lap. "Now go get yourself wrapped up ready for ice skating."

Bella had long gone and Brittany and Santana had settled back into the sofa to watch Christmas movies. Stroking her wife's arm softly, Santana suddenly sat up and reached into the cabinet at the side of the sofa where she had stored her wrapped gifts ready for Brittany. "Don't think I forgot about the second day of Christmas." She said as she handed the package to her wife. Brittany giggled and took the gift from Santana, softly jiggling the package to try and guess what was inside.

"Did you get me a matching Victoria's Secret set in hopes you'd get lucky tonight?" Brittany joked, feeling the outline of something soft underneath the Christmas wrapping.

Santana's mouth went dry as she gawked at her amused wife. "No. But now I'm wishing I did. God, Britt. Why did you put that image in my head?" She whined.

Brittany smirked and kissed the side of her wife's mouth. "Who knows," she teased. "With Bella gone for a few hours, I might fish out that set I wore last Valentine's day and you can have your way with me." She shrugged, well aware of her wife's inner struggle not to jump her then and there.

"Hurry up and open the gift Britt!" Santana whined. Brittany obeyed and slowly, teasingly, started to open the wrapping paper. What was revealed to her made her scrunch her face in confusion. "It's… two baby elf costumes?"

Santana shook her head. "They're for the cats. I know they're not really a gift for you, but I know you wanted a nice family picture this year so I thought dressing Tubbs and Lady as elves would be cool… I guess." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Brittany leant over and gave her a small kiss that left Santana trying to follow her lips. "Santana, stop being so unsure of yourself. This is the cutest idea you've had, I knew you loved Tubbs and Lady. They're going to look so cute. Well, if they don't put up a fight when I try and get them into the things."

"Lady I have no problem with, we're tight, ya know? Tubbs only hates me because of that one time I left a trail of treats and tricked him into eating slimming pills. Damn cat is so smart. Plus they were my babies before my baby, so I gotta treat them right, right?" She flashed a grin at her wife.

"You're a goof." Brittany told her while taking a picture of the outfits. "I'm putting this on Instagram and the caption is going to be on the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two elf outfits for the cats."

"Noooo, Britt. I'll never hear the end of it from Fabgay. And that doesn't even rhyme, so you can't post it." Santana tried to pry her wife's phone from her hands to no success.

"That doesn't matter, babe. Christmas rules don't apply in this household."

"Whatever honey." Santana frowned and crossed her arms, pretending to ignore her wife.

"Babe."

No answer.

"Sweetheart?'

Not even a side glance.

"Santana?"

Nothing.

"Fine, guess I'll admire myself in the underwear set from last Valentine's day alone in the bedroom." Brittany said into the silence and left the room.

A wide-eyed Santana ran upstairs after her wife seconds later.

AN: short and rushed I know, but ya girl works full time and surprise surprise I still can't write. Updates to follow on Friday probably. Thanks for the follows