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Chapter 2/2
Shelby leans against the door frame as she watches Quinn slowly walk around the kitchen, the teenager gently bouncing the cooing baby in her arms. She smiles, finding it really sweet. It's a lone peaceful moment during a, so far, hectic day. Santana is in the corner again, for refusing to listen to Shelby, and Brittany is taking an enforced nap for stealing Liam's blanket. Now that it's quiet, Shelby can finally talk to Quinn about something that has been bothering her for the last hour or so. It could easily be nothing, but Shelby learned the hard way that it's always best to bring up any concerns she has about her girls.
"Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me all day?" Quinn asks with a smirk as she gazes across at her mom. Shelby chuckles lightly, shaking her head.
"Sorry. I just wanted to talk to you about something, but I couldn't bring myself to interrupt your little moment," Shelby says quietly. Quinn instantly gives her mom her full attention,
"what's up? Is everything okay?" Quinn asks, concern flooding her features.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Shelby reassures her. "I was just a little worried about little Quinn's sudden disappearance," Shelby tells her. Quinn gets a little flustered,
"oh, uh, I was uh, you know, just trying to help you out," Quinn stutters and Shelby can immediately see that the teenager is lying.
"It's not just little Quinn that's not allowed to tell lies," Shelby warns her, her eyes narrowing at an embarrassed looking Quinn. Quinn sighs,
"if I tell you, you can't punish little Quinn," Quinn bargains. "I don't think it would be fair." Shelby ponders this for a moment, and she is unsure about what to do. She doesn't really want to knowingly allow little Quinn to get away with something, but she also doesn't want to make big girl Quinn tell her something and then punish little Quinn for it.
"Alright," Shelby eventually says. "I won't punish little Quinn for it," she promises. She relaxes slightly when she notices Quinn's sly smirk, knowing it's something that's merely annoying, not serious.
"Well, little Quinn kinda has snacks hidden in her bedroom," Quinn says with a grin. "Prepared snacks from mama aren't really necessary after half a dozen cookies," she adds with a small shrug.
"So big girl Quinn is here because little Quinn is trying to hide the fact that she's full up from eating crap," Shelby supplies. She rolls her eyes and opens a couple of cupboard doors, only now noticing just how much of the girl's treats are missing. How on earth had she missed that? "Well, at least it's nothing serious," Shelby sighs. "I was worried that there was something going on with you," she admits.
"Oh, sorry," Quinn winces.
"No, it's okay," Shelby waves her off. "It's why I wanted to ask and clear it up," she smiles. "Come on, you can put him in his car seat and let him sleep," Shelby says, gesturing for Quinn to follow her into the living room. Walking into the room, they find Santana still standing in the corner. Sighing softly, Shelby walks across the room while Quinn places Liam in his car seat. "Santana, you can come out of the corner now," Shelby tells her.
"Sorry, mama," Santana grumbles as she shuffles around to face her mama.
"Why are you sorry?" Shelby prompts her, her hands on her hips as she sternly stares her girl down.
"I don't know," Santana scowls, scuffing her foot against the carpet and shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Santana," Shelby warns. "Drop your attitude right now and tell me why I put you in the corner." It had seemed impossible, but Santana's scowl deepens.
"Because you're a mean mama, and I don't like you anymore!" Shelby's eyebrows almost disappear into her hair. Where had that come from? She watches as Santana stubbornly sets her jaw and folds her arms across her chest.
"Alright, little girl. You can turn around right now and stay in the corner until you are ready to calm down and apologise," Shelby states, her calm voice disguising how she really feels. Santana huffs and turns back around, her angry gaze boring into the living room wall. Shelby walks across to the sofa and slumps down next to Quinn, a look of disbelief on her features.
"What was that about?" Quinn asks, surprised.
"She's mad at me," Shelby murmurs. "I mean, you heard her earlier...she said that it was myself and Liam that made Brittany cry, and I think she's still mad about being in the corner again," Shelby comments with a heavy sigh.
"You know she didn't mean it, right?" Quinn double checks. "She just told you she doesn't like you because she wanted to make you feel bad." Shelby nods,
"I know. It doesn't make it any easier to hear, though." Shelby sighs again, "it really defeats the purpose of the punishment. It's supposed to be a clean slate, but it can't be a clean slate if she's still mad about it. Punishment doesn't work if she doesn't accept it," Shelby murmurs, ensuring she keeps her voice low enough so that Santana doesn't hear her.
"Why is she so mad, though?" Quinn softly asks. "I mean, I don't think I've ever seen her look so mad at you, mom."
"Neither have I," Shelby admits. "I think it's because Liam's here. Brittany has been acting out, she's jealous and wants extra attention. I think Santana is just kind of feeding off of the negative energy."
"Do you want me to take them out or something?" Quinn questions. "You know, get them out of your hair for a little while."
"No," Shelby shakes her head. "Thank you for offering, honey," Shelby smiles, "but that would only teach them that bad behaviour leads to rewards and getting their own way." Quinn nods, that makes sense. "Santana!" Quinn jumps when her mom calls out sternly to her little sister, and she follows Shelby's gaze just in time to catch Santana jerking back around to face the wall. "The next time I have to tell you off about something, I will spank you right here in the living room," Shelby sternly warns a petulant Santana.
"Stop telling me off then," Shelby hears Santana grumble, the girl's eyes widening when she sees her mama quickly crossing the room. She hadn't meant for Shelby to hear her. Before her mama can reach her, Santana quickly drops down onto her butt. Mama can't spank her butt if she's sitting on it.
"I want you to listen very carefully," Shelby begins as she kneels down in front of Santana, her intense stare boring into Santana's dark eyes. "I understand that you are mad, and that's okay, but you will not be rude to mama. You will stand here and think about your bad behaviour until I tell you, you can come out. If you disobey me one more time, or are rude to me again, I will be very upset with you," Shelby lectures firmly. "I mean it, Santana. You've used up all of your chances. If I have to come over here again, I will spank your bare bottom right here in front of Quinn and Liam."
It's a harsh threat, but it's also an empty one. Shelby would never embarrass Santana like that. Sure, embarrassment is a part of the punishment when you get spanked, but there is such a thing as going too far. "Do you want that to happen?" Shelby questions Santana sternly. Santana shakes her head, her bottom lip quivering.
"No, mama," the girl whispers.
"Alright," Shelby sighs. "Turn back around and we'll try this again. You're in the corner for five minutes, for being rude and disrespectful towards mama. I will tell you when the five minutes are up. Okay?" Santana nods again. Shelby doesn't push for a verbal answer. It's hard for a person to speak when they're about to cry, just like Santana is now. Shelby walks back across to Quinn, "could you do me a favour, babe?"
"Sure, what do you need?" Quinn stands up and straightens out her t'shirt, brushing at imaginary lint.
"Could you wake Brittany up and bring her down for me?" Shelby requests. "She won't go down tonight if I let her sleep any longer, but I want to keep an eye on Santana."
"Yeah, of course," Quinn nods. "Don't let her get to you," she adds softly, shooting her mom a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry," Shelby grins. "I'm a Santana specialist," she winks. Shelby sits down on the sofa as Quinn heads upstairs, watching Santana carefully as she uses her foot to gently rock Liam's car seat. Santana is standing as stiffly as a well disciplined soldier, and it would be amusing if Shelby weren't so frustrated by the girl's behaviour. As Shelby watches Santana's perfectly still form, she realises that she will need to follow through on her earlier threat if Santana does disobey her again. The promise of being spanked down here is what got through to the girl and if Shelby ever failed to follow through, Santana's behaviour would only worsen. Who would want to behave when there's no consequences to being naughty?
Shelby knows that she won't ever follow through on that threat quite to the extent that Santana is probably imagining. Santana, no doubt, will feel like her bare butt is being presented on a stage with light up arrows pointing to her. Shelby's way of thinking, is less extreme. She would merely hand out the immediate punishment that she had promised, regardless of who is in the room. Hopefully, it won't happen today. Santana had seemed to take her last scolding to heart. God, Shelby really hopes so. This is an important lesson for Shelby, she should only ever promise a punishment that she is one hundred percent convinced she can follow through on. Like most parents, she's still learning. She probably always will be.
"Mama." Shelby turns just in time to see Brittany slumping down next to her, the girl instantly burrowing as close to her as is physically possible. "No bad," Brittany sleepily states, pointing to herself. Shelby sighs softly, before shooting Quinn a grateful smile as the teenager sits down on the armchair. "I no bad."
"I know, baby girl," Shelby gently reassures her. "You're not bad. You were naughty before your nap, but you're definitely not bad," Shelby promises. "Do you understand what you did wrong?" she softly questions her youngest girl.
"Steal," Brittany sadly murmurs, gazing at her mama with wide, blue eyes.
"That's right," Shelby nods. "You knew that you weren't allowed to take Liam's things. Mama taught you that when you took his pacifier, but then you also took his blanket anyway," Shelby calmly explains. "That's not okay."
"Sorry, mama," Brittany mumbles, pouting massively.
"I know," Shelby murmurs as she kisses Brittany's temple, "and mama forgives you. It's a clean slate, angel." Brittany smiles sweetly and sloppily kisses her mama's cheek. Her smile falls, though, when she spots Santana in the corner. Brittany's gaze drops to Liam for a split second before returning to Santana, a frown forming on her features.
"Why?" Brittany questions as she turns her blue gaze onto her mama, her arm stretching across Shelby as she points at her sister.
"Santana is being punished," is Shelby's simple reply. It's not fair to discuss one girl's punishment with another.
"Out now?" Brittany pleads, pointing at Santana again.
"Not right this second," Shelby shakes her head. "Mama is going to let Santana out when I say so. It's none of your business, baby," Shelby states lightly, playfully tapping Brittany's nose with her finger.
"Play after?" Brittany innocently questions, clearly desperate to spend some time with her sister.
"Absolutely," Shelby nods. "You can play with Santana once she is finished being punished," she confirms.
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Shelby lets out a content sigh as Santana snuggles against her chest, her fingers gently combing through her girl's hair. So far, Santana seems to understand that no more bad behaviour will be tolerated, and Shelby is relieved. She hates having to punish any of her girls. It's just unfortunate that it is a requirement of being a watches as Brittany plays on the floor, her littlest girl actively ignoring the baby that is enjoying some tummy time a few feet away from her. She sighs softly, wishing she didn't feel guilty for bringing the baby into their home.
"Be careful, Brittany," Shelby states as Brittany gets a little rambumctious, one of her toys landing very close to Liam.
"Playing, mama," Brittany frowns up at Shelby.
"I know, sweetheart," Shelby gently states. "I'm just telling you to be careful, your toy almost hit Liam," she explains. Brittany scowls at the mention of the baby, why can't he just go home?! "Play," she demands, pointing at Santana. Santana shakes her head against Shelby's collar bone, a pout still present on her lips.
"I don't wanna play," Santana mumbles. Shelby glances down at Santana and sighs softly, she feels guilty. She regrets her earlier threat, and Shelby knows she needs to talk to Santana about it, because she's pretty sure that fear of somehow doing something naughty is stopping the girl from playing with her sister. She waits until Brittany's attention returns to her toys before she dips her head and gently urges Santana to lift hers.
"Mama wouldn't spank your bare bottom in front of anyone," Shelby murmurs into her ear. Santana frowns at her, confusion easily visible in her big, brown eyes.
"But you always spank me when you say you're gonna," Santana whispers, her eyes darting across to Brittany to ensure she isn't paying attention.
"I know," Shelby nods. "The thing is, mama was really mad at you," Shelby explains. "If you earn one, I will definitely spank you any time that I tell you I will. Always believe mama when she gives you a warning, but you don't have to worry about me taking your underwear down in front of anyone. Mama will never do that to you," Shelby promises. "Mama was wrong to say that she would," she adds. Santana wrinkles her nose,
"but you're a mama," Santana retorts. "Mamas aren't wrong."
"They can be," Shelby corrects her. "Mama was just mad, and I wanted to make you see how serious I was. I promise you that I will always take you to a private room if you earn a spanking."
"How do I know when you mean it?" Santana innocently questions, cocking her head to one side. "Will you only mean it sometimes?" Shelby grimaces.
"No, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I know I'm confusing you," Shelby states regretfully. "If mama tells you that she's going to punish you if you don't stop doing something naughty, then I absolutely mean it every single time," she calmly explains. "Mama will always follow through on punishments. All I'm telling you is that mama made a mistake today, because I won't ever put you across my lap if someone else is in the room. I will always take you to another room, or ask whoever is in the room to leave. Do you understand what mama is saying to you?" Shelby questions kindly.
"Uh huh," Santana nods.
"Can you explain it to me?" Shelby requests, she wants to be absolutely sure that Santana does indeed understand.
"If you promise to punish me, then you definitely will," Santana dutifully recites, "but you won't ever let anyone see my butt when you spank it." Shelby chuckles lightly,
"that's right, baby girl. Good listening," Shelby praises with a fond smile.
"And mamas can be wrong sometimes, too," Santana chirps, grinning sweetly at her mama.
"Absolutely," Shelby nods, "but only sometimes," she quickly adds in a teasing tone. Santana giggles cutely and gently places the palm of her hand on Shelby's cheek, her features suddenly adopting a serious expression.
"I'm sorry I said I didn't like you," Santana sadly says. "I was mad," she admits, "I like you lots, mama." Shelby smiles,
"we both said things we didn't mean," Shelby states pointedly, "see... it's easy to make a mistake, huh?" Santana nods soberly, her puppy dog eyes working on overtime. "I know you didn't mean it, baby. Thank you for apologising." Shelby kisses the tip of Santana's nose. "I like you lots, too."
"Me too?" Shelby looks down to notice that Brittany is now sitting at her feet, her wide blue eyes staring up at her.
"Well, of course, silly!" Shelby exclaims. Brittany's only response is to clamber up onto the sofa and crawl across Santana to get to her mama.
"Ugh, Brittany! You're squishing me!" Santana loudly complains, and Shelby can't help but laugh at the antics of your youngest girl, happily accepting Brittany's sloppy kiss to her cheek. Shelby is completely trapped underneath her affectionate girls, and this is the sight that Quinn walks in on.
"Oh I see," Quinn sarcastically begins. "I am slaving over a hot stove, and you're in here messing around with the girls," Quinn teases Shelby. Shelby laughs and opens her mouth to respond, but Santana beats her to it.
"You wanted to make dinner!" Santana defends her mama, a scowl developing on her face as she kneels on the sofa with her arms on the back of it. Shelby lightly taps her bottom,
"hey, hey, she's just teasing," Shelby chastises lightly. "I appreciate you defending me, but there's no reason to. Don't speak to your sister like that." Shelby keeps her tone light, but still firm enough for Santana to understand that she is serious. Santana sighs,
"sorry, Quinn," she apologises, without even being prompted to do so first. Shelby nods approvingly and gently nudges Brittany, encouraging the girl to allow her to stand up.
"Apology accepted," Quinn grins, playfully poking Santana's forehead.
"Food now?" Brittany eagerly questions, pointedly patting her stomach. Quinn laughs lightly,
"not yet, kiddo. I was just joking with mama, the food is in the slow cooker," Quinn explains. "Sorry, cutie."
"Slow?" Brittany questions in outrage as she throws her hands up. "No like!"
"Yeah! No me gusta!" Santana pipes up.
"Calm down, girls," Shelby states firmly. "You had a snack a little while ago, you can wait a little longer for dinner," she adds as she scoops Liam out of his car seat and into her arms. "Quinn, could you warm a bottle for me?" Shelby requests. Brittany's jaw slackens and she stares exchanges a shocked look with Santana.
"How come he gets to have dinner now?" Santana demands. Why can't the dumb baby wait until they get to eat, too? It's totally not fair!
"Santana," Shelby states in a warning tone. "Liam is just a baby and his food is much faster to prepare," Shelby explains. "Be a good girl and wait patiently."
"No fair!" Brittany chimes in, slamming her hand down on the sofa cushion. "Me food, too!" Shelby groans.
"Stop yelling," Shelby tells Brittany firmly. "Dinner will be ready soon. You girls had just improved your behaviour, don't mess it up now," Shelby warns.
"Food!" Brittany yells, causing Liam to whine in Shelby's arms. Shelby stares at Brittany in surprise, the girl has never acted like this before, and she had had certainly never yelled at her mama like this.
"Brittany, I will only tell you this once," Shelby begins and, boy, does she mean business. "You will stop being rude right now, and you will stop yelling at mama," she scolds. "You are being very naughty and I am not happy with you." Brittany, by this point, doesn't seem to care. All she can notice is the baby that has stolen her mama's attention, and her scowl deepens.
"NO!" Even Santana looks surprised by Brittany's yell, her brown eyes widening as she shuffles along the sofa to put some space between herself and her sister. No way doesn't she want any part in this now.
"Okay," Shelby nods. "Have it your way, Brittany." Shelby steps forward and wordlessly passes Liam into Quinn's waiting arms, the stunned teenager not uttering a single word. She doesn't even think Santana has been so directly disobedient towards Shelby before, and she's the, uh...passionate...one. Shelby reaches forward and takes a hold of Brittany's upper arm, gently but firmly pulling Brittany to her feet. "Best behaviour," Shelby says to Santana, her tone daring Santana to cause any trouble while she is upstairs with Brittany. Santana's only response is a wide eyed nod. No way is she gonna mess with her mama right now.
"Mama, no," Brittany whines as Shelby guides her towards the staircase. Shelby doesn't respond, merely choose to silently lead her youngest girl upstairs instead. Brittany works out what is going to happen next when she realises that she is not being led to her own bedroom, but her mama's instead. "I be good," Brittany suddenly begins to promise. Shelby wordlessly leads Brittany towards her bed and sits down on the edge of it, having the girl stand in between her legs.
"I have had to scold you all day, Brittany," Shelby begins and Brittany whimpers. She doesn't like it when Shelby uses her scary, stern mama's voice. "Liam is here because we are helping aunt Holly. She needed someone to look after him so she could go to work, you know that," Shelby explains. "I know that you don't like seeing mama with him, and I know that you feel jealous, but that is no reason to be as naughty as you have been today," Shelby scolds. Her piercing gaze doesn't leave Brittany's face as she speaks, and she can easily spot the tears in Brittany's beautiful blue eyes.
"I sorry," Brittany mumbles. "Sorry," she repeats. Shelby sighs sorry.
"I'm sorry, Brittany," she states with a shake of her head, "but you've earned a spanking." Brittany immediately bursts into tears. Her head drops and her chin touches her chest.
"No, mama, no 'pank," Brittany pleadingly wails and Shelby instantly feels like she is the scum of the earth for making her girl cry like this.
"Look at me, Brittany," Shelby gently urges as she uses her finger to coax Brittany's chin up. Wide, watery, blues eyes finally meet her gaze and Shelby sighs softly. "Mama does not like spanking any of you, but you deserve to be punished," Shelby explains. "You get a clean slate as soon as it's over. Mama will hold you and hug you for as long as you want me to, and then we'll go back downstairs and check on dinner. Okay?" Brittany sniffles. She doesn't want this at all, but she nods anyway. Mama never changes her mind about punishments.
"Sorry," Brittany whispers, her voice shaky from crying. Brittany smooths Brittany's hair down and kisses her cheek,
"I know you are, baby," Shelby murmurs, "and mama already forgives you. Let's get this over with, huh?" Brittany whimpers, but nods. She stands still as her mama shimmies her sweatpants down her legs and lets out another whimper as her diaper is removed. "Over my knee," Shelby softly tells her. The woman guides Brittany across her lap, and takes a deep breath. She hates this. She really, really hates this. Shelby raises her hand quickly brings it down four times, two spanks to each sit spot. Brittany sobs bitterly across her lap and Shelby sighs, at least it's over. "Come here, sweet girl," Shelby urges.
"Maaaama," Brittany wails as she scrambles to her feed, immediately falling forward into her mama's waiting embrace. She leans heavily into her mama and cries into her shoulder, Shelby blinking back her own tears as she tightly holds her sobbing girl.
"I know, I know," Shelby murmurs, her voice low and soothing. "It's all over, my baby girl, it's done. You have a clean slate now, remember?" Shelby rubs Brittany's back as the girl cries into her shirt, softly humming an old lullaby into her ear. That always soothes and comforts Brittany. "Mama loves you so, so much," Shelby whispers into Brittany's ear. "So much, my beautiful girl."
"Love, mama," Brittany hiccups, her sniffles beginning to die down. Mama's hand doesn't feel so bad now that it's gently stroking her hair.
"That's my big girl," Shelby murmurs, her guilt lessening with each passing moment. She still absolutely hates that she had to punish her, but it makes her feel better to know that Brittany accepts it and still wants to be comforted by her. "Mama's girl," Shelby kisses Brittany's cheek. "You took your punishment so well, I'm very proud of you," Shelby promises.
"Mama?" Brittany mumbles, small hiccups still jerking her body. "I hungry." Shelby chuckles softly.
"Alright, baby, we'll check on dinner when you're ready and mama will see if she can speed up the cooking, alright?" Shelby rolls her eyes. Her baby girl may have lost her temper, but it seems she will never lose her appetite.
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Santana peers down at Liam with an unreadable expression on her face as Quinn sits next to her, the baby snuggled in her arms. She cocks her head to the side and studies the baby carefully before reaching out to gently touch his cheek. Santana is relieved that he's quiet now. In fact, he actually looks quite happy in Quinn's arms. Santana leans a little closer to him and touches his tiny fingers, a small smile appearing on her lips when his fingers wrap around hers.
"I guess he's kinda cute," Santana eventually says. "But I don't want to share mama with him," she softly adds.
"You don't have to share mama with him, honey," Quinn responds, using her most reassuring tone of voice. "You could help mama look after him, and then mama would be sharing you with him," she says with a sly grin. Kids are fickle, Quinn knows that. She knows that by making it more about her, Santana will be reassured. Santana scoots further back on the sofa and leans her chin on Quinn's shoulder, her gaze never leaving the baby.
"Won't that make mama upset?" Santana questions in a small voice.
"No, kiddo. Mama won't mind. In fact, I think mama will like that you are helping her," Quinn explains. "She doesn't like it when you guys are naughty, so I think it would upset her more if you keep being mean about Liam," the teenager gently states. "It's not Liam's fault that he's here, he's just a baby. Mama is just helping aunt Holly because they're friends," Quinn murmurs. "Look how much he likes you being nice to him." Santana studies the baby's happy little face and it makes her smile, too. "He just wants to be snuggled and played with."
"I can help mama," Santana nods. "I don't want to make her upset again."
"Good girl," Quinn tells her with a fond smile, the teenager softly kissing Santana's forehead. They both look up at Shelby leads Brittany back into the living room by the hand. Brittany's eyes are still a little red, but she looks calm and comforted.
"Hey there," Shelby smiles softly as she sits down next to Santana on the shoulder, pulling Brittany down to sit on her lap. "I see you're making friends with Liam."
"I'm gonna help you look after him, mama," Santana proudly tells her.
"You are?" Shelby animatedly questions. "I must be the luckiest mama in the world to have such a helpful little girl," Shelby praises.
"Brittany," Santana frowns as she reaches out to touch her sister's face. "Are you okay?"
"Mama 'panked," Brittany pouts, planning to milk this for all of the sympathy in the world.
"Spankings suck," Santana frowns sympathetically.
"Uh huh," Brittany nods. She gazes curiously at Liam, "okay?" Brittany asks Santana, pointing at the baby.
"Yeah," Santana nods. "He's not so bad," she says. "He's really small," she adds, as though nobody else could work that out for themselves. Santana sighs, "I wish I was that small, mama."
"I know, baby," Shelby wistfully responds. "I wish you were that small, too," she honestly states. Shelby adores her teenage daughters and wouldn't change them for anything, but there are definitely times that she wishes she could bundle their little selves into her arms. "But you girls are absolutely perfect as you are," Shelby adds. "My three beautiful girls." Santana grins at her mama, nodding in agreement. She is beautiful.
"Mama, pretty," Brittany murmurs.
"Not as pretty as you, my love," Shelby responds, kissing Brittany's temple. The girl ducks her head in embarrassment, her face pressing shlyly into Shelby's neck. "Do you think you could maybe help mama, too?" Shelby quietly questions. Brittany looks reluctant. "You don't have to, sweetheart. You could maybe just draw him a pretty picture instead, does that sound better?"
"I draw," Brittany agrees, nodding seriously.
"Alright then, sweet girl. If you need mama for anything, you just need to let me know," Shelby murmurs. "Even if I am holding Liam, and even if you just need a mama snuggle, okay?"
"Uh huh, 'kay," Brittany grins.
"Good girl. Alright, you go draw," Shelby urges her. "Maybe Santana will help you get all of the crayons out of the toy box," she suggests, shooting Santana a wink. Santana nods, taking her job to help her little sister very seriously indeed. Shelby watches as her girls head over to the toy box and she sighs softly. "Whatever you said to Santana, thank you," Shelby gratefull tells Quinn.
"I didn't say anything you wouldn't say," Quinn shrugs.
"Still, thank you." Shelby kisses Quinn's cheek and smiles down at the baby in her arms. "Oh, and I've decided what I'm going to do with the information."
"What?" Quinn doesn't even bother attempting to hide her confusion.
"Little Quinn's snack stash," Shelby reminds her, and Quinn rolls her eyes. "Don't worry, I was serious when I said I wouldn't punish her for something you told me about," Shelby reassures her. "But when little Quinn comes back, we will be going upstairs to get all of the food back," Shelby explains. "No punishment, just a food removal operation," she teasingly adds. Quinn chuckles,
"alright."
"I mean, it's not like there's a lot of food up there," Shelby continues. Quinn averts her gaze, a small blush flooding her face. "How much?" Shelby suspisiously asks, not missing Quinn's weird behaviour. "Quinn, how much?" Quinn sighs softly and gently bounces Liam. She smirks to herself, and Shelby isn't at all surprised by Quinn's cop-out answer,
"I guess you'll just have to ask little Quinn."
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