A/N: Hello! I'm adding a second part to this story because a few people asked for it in the comments. Thank you for reading and I hope I do this story justice! Quick disclaimer: As I've stated (I think in a another story) I am absolute TRASH at dialogue so please forgive me.
"Time to say bye to mama! We love you Santana. Can you say bye to mama, Blaine? Give her a huge kiss." Brittany stands Blaine up on her lap, the boy waving enthusiastically at the desktop computer where Santana's face is blown up all the way on Skype.
"Bye mama! I miss you, and I love you!" Blaine bounces in his spot, giving air kisses to the camera.
"By mama! I love you so much." Rachel yells happily. "See you soon, I miss you." She skips over the to the monitors camera, and places a kiss on it, making sure to smack her lips loudly so her mama can hear.
"I love you, my sweet babies. Be good for your mommy." Santana blows kiss after kiss into her camera, Rachel grabbing each one before anyone else can move to get them.
"Bye mama." Quinn says softly, the end of the skype date pushing her further into her shell. "I miss and love you. See you soon." She waves to the Santana. Brittany gives her a kiss, noticing the forlorn look on her face.
"Baby, can you take you brother and sister into the kitchen, I need to talk to your mama alone for a second." Quinn nods her head diligently, and takes her brother into her arms. Rachel latches onto her hand, talking a mile a minute as she explains why Santana is the greatest super hero. They exit the room, leaving Brittany and Santana alone.
"Santana, you're acting weird. They might not have noticed but I did. What's going on? Is everything ok? Are you alright?" She places her thumb nail in her mouth, chewing on it nervously. Santana takes a deep breath in, exhaling it loudly. She brings her fingers up to rub her eyes in exasperation.
"I'm so sorry, Britt. Please don't get mad." Santana says softly, her voice catching slightly.
"Santana, if you're about to say what I think you're going too, I'm going to get mad regardless. How long?" Santana doesn't respond, bringing her fingers up to her temple to try and stem the headache that has been slowly creeping up on her. "Santana, I'm not kidding here. How much fucking longer? Answer me." Brittany asks desperately. The imminent worry being taking over by the anger of their situation.
"2 more months." Santana says almost inaudibly. "Honey, I'm–"
Brittany cuts her off, her face red, fuming. "Is this a sick joke? Another 2 months on top of the month? So three more months. You're going to be gone for 15 months? I really hope that this is a pathetic, sick joke they're playing on you." Her eyes burn, the thought of not being able to kiss her love, hold her hand or even see her in person making Brittany shake uncontrollably.
"Honey, I'm so, so sorry. You know this isn't something I can control. Once I'm home, I'm home for good. You'll never lose me again." Santana tries to convey as much reassurance as she can through the computer screen.
"If you come home!" Brittany explodes. "Baby, I miss you. I need you. The kids need you." She begs her wife. The tears flowing down both of their cheeks. Brittany puts her head in her hands and cries.
"Please don't make me feel more guilty than I already do. Baby, I'm so sorry. I will make it home to you. I promise I will. I shouldn't promise something I can't guarantee, but I am making this promise to you. I will be home." She reaches a hand out to the screen to try and get Brittany's attention. She wants so badly to be there, to hold her wife in her arms and never let go. She wants to rock her babies to sleep, and kiss them goodnight, she wants all of it. But, she has a job to do, and a country to serve and unfortunately that means sacrificing what she wants.
"Baby, I-I-I'm so sorry, I don't want you to feel guilty. It's just been so hard. I'm sorry." Brittany sobs. "I'm so proud of you, I know you're doing something great, but I want to be selfish. I want you here with me." She tries and fails to wipe her eyes, her lips tremble as she struggles to stop crying.
Santana wants to stay and comfort her, but the sound of her name being called brings her away from her current situation. "Sweetheart, I have to go. I love you Brittany. I love you so much. You and those beautiful children are my world. I will come home to you. I promise Britt, with everything in me I will make it home. Tell the kids I love them more than anything in this world." Santana says passionately.
"Please don't make promises you can't keep." Brittany sighs. "I love you, darling. Stay safe, please call me when you can." She blows a kiss to Santana who catches it and places it on her lips. The computer shuts down, and Brittany is left alone like she has been for the past 11 months. She gets up from her seat, and paces for a moment. She needs to tell the kids, they deserve to know the truth, but it hurts so badly. She shakes out her hands, rubs her face and wipes her eyes.
She leaves the room, and goes into the bathroom to wash the tears off her face, her red eyes a give-away to the last few moments with her wife. She doesn't want to worry the kids, but she knows they'll be concerned when she goes to the kitchen. She leaves the bathroom and slowly makes her way to join the rest of her family.
Quinn, Rachel and Blaine sit on the couch, as they watch Finding Nemo Quinn not paying attention as her thoughts drift to the private conversation between her two moms'. It seems Rachel is in the same state of mind when she pokes Quinn in the shoulder, her face giving away the fear she feels inside.
"Quinn, what are they talking about? Do you think something happened to mama?" Rachel asks skeptically. She sidles closer to Quinn who wraps her arms around Rachel in comfort. She doesn't want to lie to her little sister, but she also can't divulge the whole truth to her either. She knew something was up when they were talking to their mama. She seemed nervous, and distracted. She didn't say anything as to not scared her siblings, but she noticed her mama acting weird. She had a faint idea of what it could be, pushing it to the back of her mind. The thought of having to wait a longer amount of time to see her mama making her chest ache with sadness and anger.
"We can ask mommy when she comes downstairs. I'm sure it fine." Quinn smiles down at her sister, trying hard to convince her not to worry. Rachel doesn't look persuaded, she's knows when she's being lied too, but decides to not push the issue. Quinn is right, she can ask their mom when she comes down stairs.
A few moments later Brittany enters the room, her face puffy and her eyes red, all of which Quinn acknowledged she tried to hide. Quinn stands from her place on the couch, Rachel following right behind her.
"Are you guys ready for dinner? I'll make whatever you want. Or we can order pizza? It's your choice." She says softly to her kids. The offer of whatever dinner they want, she hopes could soften the blow of the news she's about to deliver.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Why were you crying. What happened to mama?" Rachel asks in rapid fire. Brittany takes Rachel into her arms, holding the girl close. She sits down on the couch, with Rachel in her lap. She pauses the TV, Blaine whining in protest, his eyes moving over to his mom and sisters. He looks confused, and hits his little fist down on the couch.
"Mommy, no! Turn it on. Please turn on!" Brittany moves Rachel over to one side of her lap so she can place Blaine on the other one. He struggles in her hold, the tension wildly palpable in the room putting him off.
"Mommy has to talk to guys about something." She starts off slowly. All eyes on her, as the notice the break in her voice, while she tries to keep herself together. She takes a deep breath, holding it for a second before she releases it. Rachel wraps an arm around her mom, trying to give her strength, as Quinn looks at her expectantly. She knows where this conversation is going.
"Mom, just say it." Quinn tells her quietly. "I know what you're going to tell us." She looks down at her lap and fidgets with her fingers.
"I don't know what she's going to say. Mommy, what's wrong." Rachel says hysterically to her mom. Brittany places a kiss on her head, lingering for a moment. Blaine whines in his mom arms, the somber feeling in the room making him uncomfortable.
"My darlings, you know how much mama loves you. She wants so badly to come home and hold you all, and kiss you and sing you sleep, but she's fighting for our country." Brittany doesn't even know where to begin this conversation. Her voice trembles slightly, as she looks for the words to continue.
"Mommy, we know all of this. What's wrong? Tell us what wrong! Please, mommy. Please." Rachel voices catches as the anxiety she feels skyrockets. Quinn takes her sisters hand into her own. Stroking the soft skin with her thumb. Rachel looks at her sister, then back at her mom, her face plastered with confusion. Blaine sticks his thumb in his mouth as his sisters anxiety washes onto him.
"Baby, mama has to stay in Kuwait for 3 more months." Quinn places her head down on her chest, heaving silently, as what she guesses is confirmed. She can't stop the crying, or the ache she feels in her chest at the news. Rachel gasps loudly ripping her hand away from Quinn, and scrambling off her mom. She feels all the air leave her lungs, and puts her hand on her chest. She shakes her head violently, refusing to accept the news. It's when her vision gets blurry and her breathing gets ragged does she fall to the floor in anguish.
For eleven months they've been without their mama. The woman who protects them, scares away the bullies and sings the silliest songs. She had her calendar all mapped out for when her mama came home. The aspect of waiting even longer, not getting to see her beloved mama for even longer not even a thought she can't comprehend. Her little 7 year old body shakes with the sheer force of her cries, she sinks down to the floor, burying her head into her knees as she tries to make herself as small as possible.
Seeing his sisters cry and his mom teary eyed, Blaine starts to sob loudly. Not completely understanding at all what is going on, but the fear radiating around the room controlling his emotions.
"Baby, can you take him for a second?" Brittany asks Quinn quietly. She passes the little boy into his sisters arms. Blaine fighting the move as he wants to be close to his mommy. He struggles in Quinn's arms, moving around and thrashing violently as he tries to break free. She holds him down, letting her mom comfort her baby sister who bawls loudly on the floor.
"Mommy no. Please. I want my mama. I want mama. Tell mama to come home. Tell her to say no. Tell her she needs to come home. I want my mama, I want mama." Rachel wails, almost incoherently. Brittany scoops her up into her arms, Rachel straddling her hips as she holds her close. She walks around the room, holding the child as one would a toddler. Rocking her and whispering to her to help her calm down.
"I know, sweetheart, I know. Mama will be home soon. You'll get to see her soon. She told me to tell you how much she loves you. How much you mean to her, and that she's so, so sorry she can't be with you." Brittany tries desperately to get Rachel to stop crying. Her baby girl shudders in her arms, her sobs not subsiding.
"I want mama. I really want my mama." She pleads. She starts to wheeze, as her crying turns into gasps for air.
"You need to breath, baby girl. Take a deep breath." She rubs Rachel's back, coaxing her into taking slow breaths. "There you go. Take another one. Shh, shh, shh. Just relax, mommy's here, I'm here and I'll take care of you. Just breath, baby. Just breath." Quinn looks at them from her spot on the couch, her eyebrows furrow as she watches her little sister breakdown furiously. She didn't expect her to take it so hard. They missed their mom a lot, but apparently Rachel wasn't letting on to exactly how she felt until this moment. She purses her lips in fear, and turns Blaine around to shield him from the show. He grabs onto her neck and cries into her shoulder.
"There you go baby. You're ok, it's going to be ok. I know, honey, I know. Just try and relax." A few more minutes of crying, Rachel's sobbing finally subsides to quiet sniffles as she latches onto her mommy tightly. Her hands linked around her neck and she hides her in between her neck and shoulder. Brittany takes her seat back on the couch, to explain the conversation she had with Santana. Rachel refusing to move and face everyone. Her body slumps, as the exhaustion of her crying hits her in full force. Brittany continues to rub her back, trying to relax the girl into a nap.
"Mama said to tell you she was sorry she couldn't be home on time. She loves you all with everything in her and she's so proud of you guys." Brittany starts off slowly. Quinn nods her head gently, but doesn't respond. Her natural instinct to retreat further into herself to deal with the stress of having her mom so far away. Brittany brings a hand up Quinn face to stroke her cheek, smoothing her hair down behind her ear.
"So, three more months then?" Quinn asks tentatively. She shakes her head for a moment, before she gives her mom an encouraging smile. She needs to be the strong one right now, especially after watching her sister react the way she did.
"Baby, it's ok to be upset. I'm really mad, and angry too. I miss your mama a lot." Brittany can see the fakeness on her face. The forced smile, and fear stricken eyes.
"I'm sad, but I'll be ok. Just as long as mama comes back home and doesn't leave us again." Quinn says solemnly. Brittany takes her hand to hold Quinn's. They share a smile, Quinn shifting closer to her mom, who wraps her arm around her younger blonde.
"Who's ready for dinner. I'm thinking pizza first, than ice cream sundaes? Hmm. Does that sound good. We can stop by the store and get all the toppings." Brittany tries to add a little joy to her voice, to help deplete the tension. Blaine perks up at the mention of his beloved ice cream. He nods his head enthusiastically, Quinn laughing at his actions. Rachel doesn't respond, just holds her mom tighter. Brittany stands up and grabs the home phone dialing the pizza parlors number which they have on speed dial.
She just knows that it is going to be another long three months.
"It's been really hot here. Think when we visited you gran and grampy in Arizona in the summer, and times that by 400, I've definitely been stinking up the bunks with my serious B.O. here." Brittany reads happily. Their letter from Santana arriving in the mail that day. The family of four sit around the couch listening as Brittany animatedly reads.
"And just as an ego boost and a friendly reminder for you all, everyone thinks I have the prettiest family. Obviously I have to remind them that you're more than just pretty, but it doesn't hurt to come from a family of lookers. Anyways! I miss you all so much, I love each and every one of you to the moon, the stars and back and then back again. I can't wait to see your sweet faces soon. Good night, or good morning!" Brittany folds the letter back up again, placing it in their letter box, where they keep anything and everything Santana had ever sent to them. She smiles at her babies who look at her with bright eyes.
The past month had been brutal. From dramatic temper tantrums, to sleepless nights, regressions in her all of her kids. That's not to say that it hadn't been that way in the past, but news of having to wait longer to see their mama, triggering the kids into a fearful, and stressed out emotional state. Each time she has to drops her kids at school a fight and of itself. Watching Rachel whine and cry as she leaves her in the classroom– something she had never done prior. Or when Quinn refuses to go to sleepovers, because being away from her family makes it too hard to sleep at night. Blaine sucking his thumb, and wetting the bed. All of it so hard on the blonde, she doesn't know where she finds the strength
Until, she sees her kids smiles or laugh at something their mama sends them. When they play board games together or watch a movie as a family, she knows exactly where her strength comes from. They're taking the good with the bad. Remembering all of it is temporary. They get their mama for good after this. It's about knowing they'll be stronger on the other side. That's what gets Brittany and her kids through it.
So when Santana gets a message from her superior that she is to be released a month earlier than expected, she's not sure what she'll come home too. All she knows is that, the sacrifice of being gone is over, and it's time for everyone to start healing. From the moment she was told the news, her smiles has been plastered on her face. She packed her bags the second she was told, and decided it would be worth it to surprise her kids. With a pep in her step she makes her way off the base and to the airport, ready to leave her military life behind, and be with the loves of her life.
"Quinn! Bethany and her mom are here. Come downstairs before they leave without you." The loud, heavy sounds of food steps racing down the stairs fills the room as Quinn hops down the last step and to the front door. Her sleepover bag in hand, all ready to have fun with her friends.
For a little while, after finding out about Santana being away from her family had been rough. Especially because not knowing where her mama was, or what she was doing made her want to keep the rest of her family safe a priority. Brittany tried relentlessly to get Quinn to hangout with her friends. Have sleepovers and be a normal teenager, but the young blonde vehemently refused, her inner fears and insecurities keeping her close to home.
Tonight she was ready to try. Santana was due home in less than a month and without any news of her deployment being extended, she was feeling a lot more confident and ready to have fun with her friends. Brittany for her part was ecstatic. She watched as the life came back to her baby's eyes. Her smiles a little brighter and eyes sparkling. With Santana's homecoming coming closer all her kids could feel the tension in their lives dissipate.
"You all set bub? Have everything you need?" Brittany checked. She scanned through Quinn's bag, her eyes finding the night clothes, toothbrush and cellphone charger amongst other things.
"Yes, mom. I've got everything." Quinn smiled up at her mom, a real one as her eyes twinkled with excitement. Brittany places a tender kiss on her daughters forehead, before opening the door. Quinn running to the car parked out front, Bethany's mom waving to Brittany.
Brittany shuts the door, heaving a huge sigh of relief as she watches her kids become their usual selves again. The adjustment had been torture, but they're making it through one day at a time, and that's all she can really ask for. She pushed herself off the door, going into the living room to find her little boy engrosses in Cars, mouthing along to the words he'd memorized for countless hours watching the movie. With Quinn at her sleepover, and Rachel at her abuelo and auebla's house, Brittany and Blaine are left home together to hangout. She scoops Blaine up tickling him gently, before placing him on her lap to cuddle. They watch the movie together, Brittany ordering Italian food for the two of them to share.
It's the resounding knock on the door that startles Brittany from her reverie, her mind floating away as they moved on from Cars and watched the Lion King together. "Coming!" She yells to the door. As she walks away to find her wallet, she can still hear Blaine singing along loudly, his words mashing together as he giggles wildly.
She walks over to the door, her attention elsewhere as she looks for the correct amount of change. She opens the front door, her head still down, eyebrows furrowed as she continues to look.
"Did someone order Italian? I'm thinking this stuff probably tastes way better than the shit they serve us in Kuwait." Brittany's head jerks up at the sound. Her eyes wide as her brain tries to catch-up to the voice and person in front of her. The wallet fall from her hand, her hands coming up to cover her mouth as she almost collapses to the floor in shock. She stands back up and takes Santana into her arms, crying heavily. Santana strokes Brittany's back
"Baby, don't cry. Please don't cry. I'm here, I'm home and I'm not going anywhere. I love you, baby. So, so much." Santana says, her voice thick with emotion. Brittany heaves in Santana's arms, pulling back to look at her face and examine each part of it. Her eyes scanning over the lips she couldn't kiss, the dark eyes she hasn't been able to look into and her favorite set of dimples she hasn't been able to see over the skype camera.
"Oh, honey. You're finally home." She takes a deep breath "Baby, you're home. I love you, I love you, I love you! Thank you for coming back to me." The words are muffled as she keeps her face buried in Santana's neck. The world stops spinning for a moment as the two stand in the foyer embracing each other. The only sounds that can be heard are that of Brittany sniffling, and Santana humming an unidentified tune.
"I made it home, just like I promised." Santana wipes Brittany's eyes, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, and cheeks. They embrace again, Brittany fearing if she lets go her wife will disappear into thin air. When they pull back, both have stained faces and snotty noses, their eyes bloodshot. The food abandoned on the floor as they kiss passionately. It's as if hadn't been apart for 14 months, each lick, nip and stroke of the tongue leaving them breathless. When the need for air becomes too much they disconnect, but keep each other close. Santana's arms wrapped around Brittany's neck, and Brittany holds Santana by the waist. She pulls her in again, snuggling Santana has tightly as she can.
"Where are my babies?" Santana laughs lightly. Brittany takes her by the hand, and leads her into the living room. They stand by the door watching Blaine for a moment as he dances along with Simba, Timon and Pumba. It's when Santana walks further into the room does his attention get averted elsewhere.
"mama? You here? MAMA?! You home! Mama's home. Mommy, look! Mama's home. Mama you really here? Mama! I missed you." The movie forgotten, he sprints to his mama, pummeling himself into her legs wrapping his chubby little arms around her thighs. "Mama, I really missed you." She lifts him into her arms, holding him to her chest. He lays his head down, as they embrace.
"Yeah, buddy. I'm home. I'm here now. Oh, I missed you baby boy. I love you, honey, so much." She tells him passionately. She brushes her hand through his hair soothingly, and up and down his back as he holds her tightly. When he pulls back his little face his plastered with a smile, and he giggles. He uses his forefinger to poke his mama's nose, almost as though he checking to make she's real. She tilts her head up slightly to catch the finger in her mouth and give it a kiss. He laughs at her antics and moves his head down to her mouth so she can shower him with his usual kisses.
"I love you." She gives him a peck. Holding him in her arms, she cranes her head looking around finally catching on to the silence in the house. "Where's the rest of the team?" She asks curiously.
"Quinn is at a sleepover, and Rachel is at your parents' house." Brittany's answers, almost regretfully.
"So who do we rescue first? Because for my first night home I think I get to have everyone here with me." She laughs playfully but starts walking to the front door bouncing Blaine in her arms blissfully, Brittany trailing behind her. They leave the house and file into the car to go Santana's parents, her palms getting sweatier and heartbeat getting faster the closer they get. When they pull up Santana and Brittany walk hand in hand Blaine perched in Santana's free arm waving to the house.
Santana takes a deep breath before she rings the doorbell, her smile so wide and eyes misty. The sound of the door creaking open has her lifting her head and meeting her mamí's gaze. A shriek breaks through, as her mom launches herself into her daughter. Her sobbing immediate as the one person she had been holding on hope to see finally made her appearance. She strokes her hair, and cries endlessly into her shoulder as she thanks anyone who is everyone for bringing her baby home.
"Oh thank you, Jesus. Thank you, my almighty God for bringing my baby home. Thank you, Jesus. You are a good savior. Thank you, thank you. My beautiful mjia, you're home. My baby, you're here, and you're safe Thank you, Jesus." Brittany takes Blaine from her wife, so the two Latinas can embrace properly both crying tears of joy as her Maribel holds her baby close.
"Maribel, are you ok? What the––" His sentence is cut off with the shock of seeing his daughter standing at their front door, his eyes glaze over and he runs a hand down his gate trying his hardest to keep it together. "My, Santana? Is that you? What are you doing here?" He walks over to her daughter, looking down at her in wonder.
"Hi papí." She looks up from her place in her mom's arms to greet her dad. "I missed you." It's those words that trigger him to join their embrace, holding both petite women in his arms. He doesn't cry, but he doesn't let go.
"As much as I love and adore you both, where's my baby girl?" Santana pulls away from her parents' embrace, her mom taking her hand to keep herself grounded. Brittany watches the reunion with contentment, cuddling Blaine in her arms.
"She's taking a nap. Baby, can I get you anything to eat? Look at you, you're the size of a stick. Are they feeding you over there? Let me making you something mija, anything you want." Maribel says briskly, she pulls Santana into the house without a glance behind her to the rest of the family. Brittany laughs, because she understands where Maribel is coming from.
"Mari, relax. Are baby is home, let her breath. She's not going anywhere." He tries to save Santana the from intense love of her mother, Santana smiling gratefully up to her papí.
"Mamí, before we do anything, can I please go say hi to my baby? It's been over a year since I've held her." Santana says sincerely. "Feed Brittany and Blaine while I go." She kisses Brittany's lips, making her way up the stairs to their guest bedroom.
"Oh my, sweet Brittany, how could I not see you. How are you my darling?" Their voices get drowned out as Santana slowly makes her way to her sleeping daughter. The smile never leaving her face at being able to surprise her baby. She very gently opens the door, the sound of it creaking filling the silent hallway. She lightly shuts it behind her as she softly pads over to the bed. Rachel's back towards Santana. She sits at the head of the bed, and watches for a moment as her little girl sleeps, her back rises and falls with each deep breath. Santana feels the wash of emotions flood her for what could be the thousandth times since her plane hit the ground.
She places a gentle kiss on Rachels head, smoothing her baby hairs down with her finger tips. She places kiss after kiss in the same spot, hoping the ministrations will rouse the little girl from her slumber.
"It's time to wake up mija." Santana says quietly. She feels the bed shift below her, and a loud sigh leave the small body. Rachels hands come up to her eyes to rub the sleep away. A jaw-cracking yawn leaves the little girls mouth as her eyes open blearily.
"good afternoon, my sleepy girl. Did you have good nap?" Santana smooths her thumb over the baby soft skin of Rachel's cheek, outlining her face ever so tenderly. Rachel looks up to Santana, her eyes squinting at the person in front of her. She closes her eyes again, and brings her small fists to rub them. When she opens them again, she gazes into Santana's eyes, her face a mixture of apprehension, confusion and hopefulness.
She had diligently kept her calendar marking down the day's until her mama would be home. She still had 21 day. So, for her mama to be sitting right in front of her seemed close to impossible. But when she place her hand on her forehand and moved it down to her cheek, the touch seemed real, the only thing she could come up with was that she dreaming because it was way too good to be true.
"Am I dreaming? Mama, is that you?" Her voice a sound of wonderment as they stare at each other. Santana giggles lightly but does her best to keep her voice steady.
"No baby, you're not dreaming. I came home early." She plants another kiss to Rachels forehead, lingering for a moment.
"Mama, you're home for good? You're never leaving us again?" Her voice getting more confident with each question.
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm here for good, and I am never leaving you again." Rachel sits up in the bed, a puzzled laugh bubbles in her chest. She honestly cannot believe what is happening right now. The imminent shock overtaking her body, and slow reaction to the woman sitting beside her. She rubs her eyes again, pushing the hair behind her ears so she can get a good look at her mom.
"You promise I'm not dreaming? That when I wake up you'll still be here?" She asks in bewilderment.
"I promise." Santana says solemnly. It's that phrase that has Rachel hurling herself into her mama's arms. Her face pressed firmly to the space in between her neck, taking in the almost forgotten scent. It had taken Rachel months to sleep in her own bed. Her fears of forgetting her mama festering in having to be close to Brittany at all times. She missed the smiles, her laugh and voice. She missed the way Santana smelled, and how she ran her fingers through her hair when she held her. There are no words to describe the way Rachel missed her mama, and the feeling ease she has now that she's finally in her arms.
"Mama, you made it back to us, you kept your promise." Her voice incoherent from her spot. "I missed you mama, I really, really missed you. I also love you too." She says emotionally. The anxiety that had built up over the course of the year, almost alleviated completely as her mama holds her.
"My darling girl, there are no words to describe how much I missed you. I love you, baby. So much. You are my precious girl. I love you." Her voices catches, but she is able to keep the tears at bay as she hold Rachel in her arms. They stay in the same position for a while, until there is a knock on the door. Brittany pokes her head into the room, before she opens the door fully.
"Mind if we join the party?" She asks. Rachel extracts herself from her mama arms. Moving to sit on her lap, trying to meld herself into Santana
"Mommy!" She exclaims loudly. Santana jerks her head back at the sound. "Mama is here! She's really here mommy. I wished every single night that mama would come home, and my wish came true! Mama you're really here!" With each statement her voice gets louder and more excited. The previous sleepy haze leaving her body as she finally realizes who is holding her.
Brittany walks further into the room, Blaine holding her hand. She sits on the desk chair putting Blaine on her lap. She scooches the chair closer
"Oh, today is a great day. I got my woman, one of my girls, and my little guy. All I need now is my other wonderful blonde and my life will be complete." She claps her hands cheerfully, shaking her body around in a small victory dance.
"I just got off the phone with Bethany's mom. She knows we're on our way." Brittany stands from the chair, holding Blaine in her arms. She reaches a hand out to help Santana up, who keeps Rachel in her arms as well. The walk down the stairs together, Santana tickling Rachel who squirms in her arms in laughter. They make it to the final step, Santana's parents waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Maribel holds her arms out to hug Santana again, embracing both her and Rachel. She holds them for a moment before she lets go, discreetly wiping her eyes.
"Uh,'buela, you ok?" Rachel asks her voice sounding concerned.
"I'm great, honey. Just overwhelmingly happy that your mama is home." She says, giving Rachel the best smile she can with the warmth she is feeling inside at having her baby back home.
"Me too 'buela! I'm so happy mama is home!" She bounces in Santana's arms, her hands coming up, and lips pursing her she shakes her body around crazily. "Mama is home, and life is GOOD!" She yells vivaciously.
"Yeah, baby! Life is really freaking good! Let's go get our final trooper, and then it'll be time to par-tay!" Santana blows her mom one last kiss before she skips out of the house to the car with Rachel, both laughing maniacally the whole time.
"Bye! I'll call you about dinner Maribel. We love you! Tell Alejandro we say bye." Brittany and Blaine leave the house as well, Maribel standing at the front door waving her family off.
They arrive at their final destination, Brittany parking the car in the drive way. She turns towards Santana who clasps her hands in giddy, ready to hold her eldest daughter.
"We'll wait for you in the car." She turns the music up, her and Rachel singing along as Blaine tries to follow them. Santana exits the car, blowing air kisses to all the occupants before she elatedly makes her way to the front of the house. She rings the doorbell, Bethany's mom greeting her with a tight hug.
"We're so happy you're home! We haven't said anything to Quinn. The girls are in the den playing Mario Kart." She nods her head, and thanks her before she walks over to the den. She watches as her daughter concentrates hard on the screen, Princess Peach racing to the finish line as Quinn whoops in happiness. Her arms coming above her head as she does a victory dance in her seat.
"What can I say, your girl a champion." She claps her hands and dances around the room. Bethany laughs out loud, her head tilting up to the ceiling.
"Ok, ok, we get it. You're the superior driver. Let's play something else, or at least let win. Give my ego a nice big stroke." Bethany says jokingly. She gets up from the couch to change the game. Her eye sight landing on Santana. She gasps in surprise, her movements alerting Quinn.
"I don't know, babe. You might think you're hot stuff, but can you beat your old mama?" Santana walks further into the room, her arms crossed as she raises an eyebrow at her daughter. Quinn stands from her seat and turns fully to face her mom. Her eyes widen at the sight of Santana. She feels her chest pinch as she loses her breath. Her hands cover her mouth, as she steps out from behind the couch to hug Santana. She trips over her feet, falling slightly, Santana catching her before she can hit the ground.
"Woah there, you ok, baby?" Quinn nods, throwing her arms around Santana's neck, choking on a sob as Santana holds her. "I'm here now, sweetheart. No more worrying." Quinn nods her head, unable to respond as her voice is constricted by her crying. She had kept it all in for so long. She missed her mama so much, but each day she could see how hard it was for her mom to be away, and take care of three kids by herself. So she kept it in, and held it together. But her mama holding her, combing her hair with her fingers and whispering loving words into her ear, over a year of sadness, fear and hurt is released from Quinn. With each sob, her chest gets lighter and her grip on her mom gets tighter.
"Ma –ma–mama. I love you. I missed you." She bawls. She buries even deeper into her mom, Santana holding her, running her hand up and down her back.
"Sh-sh-sh, just relax baby. Take a breath, and relax. I'm here now, I've got you. You're ok." She tries to calm Quinn down, she pulls her back, and wipes the steady flow of tears from Quinn's cheek. "That's good baby, just take a breath." She pulls Quinn back into her arms. They hold on to each for dear life.
"Mama, I'm so happy you're here. Oh God. Mama." She can't form coherent sentences as the emotions flood her system. Everything she's felt since the moment Santana has left is at the forefront. "I'm so happy you're safe. I can't––" a choked cry leaves her lips.
"I know, baby. Sh-sh-sh. It's ok. You're ok, everything is going to be fine." The hold each other for a few minutes longer, before Quinn pulls back her whole face flushed but smiling, nonetheless. Santana wipes the final tears from her eyes, pulling her into a final hug.
"Can I come home?" Quinn asks tentatively. She knows her mom will say yes, but she feel slightly bad for leaving in the middle of her sleepover.
"I wouldn't want it any other way. Go grab your stuff." Quinn lets go of her mama, and races up the stairs to Bethany's bedroom. She meets her mom in record time at the front door, ready to head home.
"Bye Quinn! I'll beat you next time." Bethany hugs her goodbye, before the two leave the house Santana with an arm wrapped around Quinn's shoulder. They get into the car, Rachel sidling up to Quinn's side putting her arm around her older sister. They share a smile, Quinn squeezing her sister back lovingly.
"I think it's only fair that I get to pick the movie tonight. I'm thinking something scary." Santana madly, turning her attention to her kids in the back seat. Rachel shudders and Quinn rolls her eye, just happy to have her mom back home with them. "What do you think Rach, you ready for blood, gore and psycho murders?" She chuckles again as she watches Rachel's eyes widen with fear. She laughs again, reaches her hand out to take Rachel's and swings them between the seats.
"I'm just kidding, baby. I'm thinking we cuddle in the big bed, watch some Disney, eat some greasy pizza and call it a night? Thoughts?" Both girls nod their head enthusiastically, Blaine distracted by the trees outside.
"That sounds perfect, mama!" Rachel replies earnestly. She swings their hands again before she lets go and turns back around in her seat. She takes Brittany's free hand in her own and holds it the remainder of the car ride.
A few hours later, Brittany and Santana lie on opposite ends of the bed. With 3 children in between them, both women hold hands across the kids. With Blaine held flesh against her chest, and Rachel snuggled into her right side, and Quinn on her left, Brittany and Santana share a look for pure contentment. She's home, and she's not going anywhere ever again.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, or my writing abilities in general, but oh well! Thank you reading, and I hope it did the story justice. If there is any other story you would like me to write and/or any prompt you would like me to fulfill, let me know in the comments or PM me! Have a great day
Also this wasn't proofread because I'm kinda lazy and it was 13 pages long single spaced I apologize for the typos and grammatical errors!