Part 2
After the blow out Brittany sent Lexi to bed and cleaned up the kitchen. She figured scrubbing every single surface until they squeaked against the cloth would give Santana enough time to settle. Over the years Santana had mellowed out immensely and found ways to control her extreme emotions.
However Santana Lopez was and always would be a hot tempered chica so when things eventually overwhelmed her the woman would find a place to stew in them until she was ready for her wife to hold her.
Checking the clock once more the blonde nodded and exited the house making her way towards her hopefully calmer wife. Five minutes later the dancer spied her love leaning against the railings overlooking the small duck pond in the park. Staying put for a minute she ran her yes up and down her obviously tense and cold wife, she wished she had brought another coat. Luckily she had a habit of wearing Santana's to work, it may have been far too small but it smelled so damn good Brittany could never help herself.
"Hey you." Brittany said approaching slowly and leaning against the railing, she faced away from the pond to avoid being distracted by her favourite animal. She draped the coat carefully over Santana's hunched shoulders never touching the brunette.
Santana stayed silent, her expression morose at best as she stared out into space. She pretended her forearms weren't hurting from resting on the cold railing for close to half an hour. In a way it was the only thing keeping her grounded in the moment, in a situation she had dreaded from the first moment they decided Brittany would carry their child.
The two remained silent for a long while, Santana hurting and Brittany waiting for Santana to make the first move. Granted the blonde had to force herself not to wrap Santana up in her arms and never let her go but she knew better. Santana had always needed time and it had always been worth waiting for the Latina to spill her guts.
Not many people understood how Santana responded to feelings of hurt especially on a deeper level. This coping mechanism had started long after Santana's Abuela had stabbed Santana's heart. It had taken Brittany years to get Santana to talk about it, not admit that she wanted the relationship back, but really talk through all of Santana's childhood experiences with her grandmother.
After that breakthrough Santana had invented her own process, she would come to this place and Brittany would respect her wish to remain silent and brooding for as long as she needed. Eventually though the blondes presence always proved to have an event akin to gravity on the Latina's emotions and body, pulling Santana towards Brittany each and every time.
"Is she alright?" Santana's reluctant voice broke the silence at last. Brittany smiled, even with all of the pain Santana still cared more than anyone.
"Honestly she feels terrible." Brittany admitted watching Santana's face; it remained stoic so Brittany decided to continue. "She didn't mean it San." At that Santana face visibly crumbled and tears streaked down her face.
"Then why the fuck did she say it?" Santana breathed blinking rapidly to clear her eyes. Brittany almost smiled when she noticed Santana unconsciously scooting closer to her.
"Did you mean everything you said when you were 17?" Brittany pointed out and Santana froze. The blonde saw an opportunity to give her second speech of the night.
"Let's see, you told Rachel she should move to Israel, Quinn was teen mom, tubbers, Mercedes was wheezy so basically you called her fat for the whole of high school, Finn had dodgy nipples, and... and I can't think of any more because there are hundreds to choose from. But I know you didn't mean any of them not to mention Lexi has said that she hates us loads of times!" Brittany finished knowing that her lack of eloquence was completely irrelevant because Santana could pull the message out of her weirdest words.
"She just sounded so, so definite." Santana argued.
"So do you when you're angry, she gets that from you in the first place." Brittany shrugged as if it was obvious.
"She made it very clear she doesn't get a damn thing from me." The brunette frowned painfully finally pressing herself into Brittany's side with a sigh. "Good thing I was prepared for this eh?" She asked rhetorically.
"You didn't deserve what she said and I'm sure she will make it up to you in every way." Brittany tried to reassure her devastated spouse and wrapped her arms around the sniffling woman.
"She can't." That took Brittany by surprise and she turned Santana's head to face her securing their eye contact with her hands on cold cheeks.
"Don't you dare say that Santana Pierce-Lopez, Lexi loves you, you are her idol and it hurts me to hear you be so mean, she made a mistake." Brittany told her with watery eyes. Santana tried to divert her gaze but Brittany held on to her firmly, this would not destroy them.
"Sorry." Came the quiet reply, only then did Brittany let go of her lover's face and allow her some space once more.
"Thank you, she's our daughter San, she's going to say things she doesn't mean sometimes, you can't take it all to heart." Brittany said and the second the words left her mouth she knew she'd sparked something.
"Oh right so every time I piss her off by being her parent she's allowed to cut me like that and I'm supposed to just take it." Santana shouted her eyes burning bright with tears of anger.
"No, because she's seen how much she hurt you and there's no way she'd ever do that to you again." Brittany cried and Santana stepped away shaking her head a disbelieving expression marring her features.
"I didn't." A small voice croaked from behind Brittany. The two adults spun round to find their daughter standing a few feet away her makeup running down her face.
"Mami I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean it I swear on moms life!" The teen sounded hysterical as she looked up to meet her parent's eyes. Her hands were tucked into her coat pockets and her feet shuffling uncomfortably against the grass.
Santana stood open mouthed not knowing how to act or what to say. When she was Lexi's age there's no way she would have had the balls to apologise to someone like that and it threw her. Brittany on the other hand was smiling hugely, very proud of her daughter.
"Mami say something?" Lexi begged.
"On your mom's life?" Santana looked torn between sceptical and shocked. Brittany rolled her eyes, of course Santana would want to protect her before accepting any apology.
"Too much?"Lexi asked tentatively.
Santana almost smiled, her lip twitched at least and Brittany's heart jumped with hope.
"I'll get back to you." Santana said moving into Brittany who threw her arm around her wife's shoulders. Lexi took a couple of steps towards them, uncertain.
"I'm so sorry." Lexi repeated and Santana heart broke a little at the look on her daughters face. She looked so vulnerable. Wordlessly she held her left arm out Brittany copying her motion and Lexi leapt into the joint embrace as if she were a three year old with a scraped knee.
Although Santana knew it would be a while before they were back to normal she admired her daughter for being brave enough to follow Brittany and apologise straight away for what she said. A small voice broke her out of her thoughts once more.
"I love you guys." Lexi's voice wavered as she squeezed her parents harder burying her head against Santana's shoulder knocking the coat off her shoulders in the process.
"We know." It was Brittany who replied because Santana had too many tears in her eyes to respond.
"Will you forgive me Mami?" Lexi asked tearfully not pulling her face away from its safe haven.
"Yeah Mija but we have a bit of a way to go yet okay?" Santana replied. Lexi nodded against her and the family smiled together.
Part three will be up next week, let me know if you liked this one xxx