So here's the second chapter. I hope you like!

The next day- Wednesday.

Santana stood looking at herself in the mirror. Studying her outfit, she wondered if it was suitable for her lunch date with her colleagues. But she realised her black blouse and white pencil skirt, with black heels was perfect. She puckered her lips. The started fixing her hair, but was interrupted by a piercing wail.

She ran down stairs to see what had happened. And to her surprise she saw Brittany with Evie who was still in her blue striped 'I heart my moms' pyjamas, running her hand under water.

"What happened?" She asked loud enough to be heard over Evie's crying.

Isabel frantically ran in from the garage with an icepack.

"Here you go," she said leaving out beside the sink for her mother.

"What happened?" Again, asked a confused Santana

"Well, mom was making a coffee and she left the hot kettle on the bench. And while she went to add sugar, Evie climbed up on her stool and knocked the kettle on her hand as she reached for her crayon, spilling the water all over her hand."

Brittany looked over, her face full of guilt.

"I was sitting right there." said Isabel pointing to her place at the dining table. "I got up to stop her, but it all happened so fast."

"Momma, Mommy?" heard Santana from behind. It was Bryssa and Sasha, who were also in their matching pyjamas.

She looked at her confused daughters, "Girls go upstairs and get dressed. I'll be up there to help you in a sec."

Sasha looked at her momma for a second, shrugged her shoulders and ran upstairs, but Bryssa wasn't going to give up that easy.

"But, what happened Momma?" she asked.

"No buts, mommas got to help mommy. Go upstairs like I asked." She said trying to stay calm.

Bryssa looked at her momma, then at her mommy who was sitting at the kitchen bench with Evie resting an ice pack on her hand. She bowed her head in silence and ran upstairs.

"San, babe I'm gonna take her to the doctors. Just to make sure it's nothing serious." She said picking up puffy eyed Evie. Santana just nodded, "I'll make sure the kids get ready" she said. They gave each other a quick peck on the cheek, and Santana watched her two girls as they walked out the garage door. '

"Momma, can I have a braid today?" asked her sweet Sasha.

"Sure baby. And what about you Bryssa?" she said looking over at her daughter, who was too busy watching TV with all her other siblings, "Bryssa?"

"Oh ummm… I'll have a braid too." Santana nodded.

As she sat on her large brown, L shaped couch, with her daughter sitting in between her legs and braiding her hair, she felt her phone vibrate on the couch.

"Done baby," she said, "Your turn B, but first Momma has to take this call."

She looked down at her phone, and saw ' Baby B' was calling.

"Hey babe. How'd it go?" she asked.

"Well, it's just a small and minor burn. The doctor said it should heal within a day, but Evie's still in pain." Brittany said in a low voice. It broke Santana's heart.

"Ok that's good." She walked into the kitchen, so none of the kids could hear, "Britt, babe. Don't blame yourself. It was an accident, and accidents happen, especially through parenthood." She said trying to reassure her wife, "Remember that time I had just mopped the floors, and Fabian ran through it and busted his lip. What did you say to me?"

Brittany sighed, she knew her wife was right, but she was still overcome with guilt. "I said, accidents happen and we can only learn from our mistakes."

Lucas looked at the clock, only 2 minutes until the bell went for lunch. He couldn't wait, he hated Math, he wasn't very good at it and the teacher didn't make it any easier. Lucas was sure the old grump had it in for him, she was always picking on him for things everyone did, but always pin pointed Lucas.

"Lucas look at the board, and not at the clock." She said sternly.

Lucas rolled his eyes, shifted his body and faced the Ms. Carmichael. She was an older lady, Lucas guessed mid 60's. She had short blonde curly hair and always wore a lipstick colour one to many shades to bright. Ms. Carmichael was strict and harsh at times, but everyone could see that she really did care about her students and their education, well everyone except Lucas that is.

But before she could say anything else the bell rang, and Lucas wasn't taking any chances. He abruptly stood up, grabbed his books and almost bolted out the classroom. Lucas also hated that classroom, it always stunk of pubescent teenagers.

As he walked to his locker he saw the group of 'popular boys', the guys all the girls liked. They may have had the looks, but they defiantly weren't anywhere near nice. They made Lucas Year 9 and most of his high school years, a living hell. He reached his locker and entered his code. As he placed his books inside his locker, which was surprisingly really clean, except for a few crumpled up pieces of paper here and there. He felt a hot breath down the back of his neck.

"Hey mommies boy." He heard from behind him followed by some chuckles, but he recognised straight away who the voice came from. He huffed and slowly closed his locker, turning around to face the enemy.

"How are your mothers today? Are you sure ones not a man, cause they're way to hot to be Lesos." He laughed.

"Shut up Brad." Mumbled Lucas.

"Oh don't worry Lucas, cause when I'm done with them they'll be straight as f*ck."

This pushed Lucas over the edge, he usually didn't lose his temper and he had put up with this nonsense for years. But this time, Bradley had gone to far.

Lucas took a deep breathe, he stared at Bradley,who was in the midst of saying something else when Lucas shut him up by punching him right in his nose, blood immediatley came gushing out. Bradly fell to the ground with a thud, just as he was about to get up showing he wasn't intimidated by Lucas at all, Ms. Carmichael came to the rescue and stopped the two boys, almost getting whacked in the face herself.

Lucas sat in the office chair, looking at around the principal's office avoiding eye contact. He tried to distract himself; he could feel Principal Jones' eyes staring at him.

Come on mom, hurry up he thought.

Meanwhile.

Brittany lay on the couch, feeling Evie's little breaths as her chest rose up and down. A sleeping Evie lay on her mother legs. Still in her pyjamas, and her burnt hand wrapped in a bandage. Brittany looked down at her baby, she smiled, she was so proud of what she and Santana had created, 7 beautiful lives. She ran her finger up and down Evie's arm, which she loved and so did Santana. Brittany was amazing when it came to comforting her children, no matter the problem.

Bzzzzzzzzz, Brittany's phone vibrated. She leant forward, careful not to wake Evie and pulled the bedazzled phone to her ear.

"Hey babe." She heard from the other end.

"Hey Tana." She smiled. "How's your lunch going?"

She heard a sigh "It was great, but I just got a phone call from the school."

"What happened? Is everything okay?" A worried expression spread across her face.

"Yeah, but Lucas started a fight, apparently punching that kid. The one who has been bugging him lately."

"Oh. I guess he couldn't handle it anymore, and went 'All Lima Heights'. " She said biting her bottom lip.

"Yeah, but I really feel for him though Britt."

"Me too…" Brittany was starting to get teary.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go pick him up. You stay home with Evie. Love ya."

"Love you too."

Soon after.

"We understand the circumstances Lucas, but we do not tolerate violence at our school."

"We completely understand Miss Jones, but I don't think it's fair that Lucas has had to put up with this nonsense throughout his whole high school years." sighed Santana.

She felt so guilty, she knew the only reason Lucas had been having a hard time at school, was the fact that he had two moms. It wasn't just Lucas though, every one of her children had experienced this bullying at least once, except for Evie who hadn't started school yet, she had just started 4 year old kindergarten. Her and Brittany had discussed this topic a lot lately, it seemed as the children got older the worse the bulling was.

"I also completely agree with you Mrs. Lopez-Pierce, but we have tried to resolve the problem and hopefully this will be the last time it occurs."

"Hopefully." Mumbled Lucas, receiving a stern glare from Santana.

"Okay, well…Lucas has been suspended for the rest of the week and I have informed all his teachers."

They all nodded in agreement.

"May I ask what exactly happened, Lucas?" asked Principal Jones.

Lucas sighed, "They were saying inappropriate things about my moms and have been for the last 3 years. I just had enough." He looked over at his mother, a slight sad smile on her face, she was proud of him for sticking up for himself, but yet she was constantly explaining to most of her children that violence was never the option.

"Hone, what were they saying?" asked Santana.

Lucas shook his head; he couldn't tell his mother what they had said.

"Lucas." She said in a stern voice.

"He said once I'm done with your mothers they'll be straight af." He whispered, "And your my moms, I couldn't listen to him say that stuff." Santana stomach dropped, although full of guilt, she was disgusted and annoyed with what was said about her and Brittany.

Late that night.

Santana stood in the door way staring at her exhausted wife. Her little chat with her had worked, but she could tell Brittany was doubting herself.

"It's been a long day!" sighed Santana as she fell on the bed next to Brittany, who lay facing the opposite direction. She moved closer spooning her wife, and reached for her hand.

"Yeah," puffed Brittany. "Tana…"

"Hmmm." said Santana as she lay closing her eyes.

"I've realised now that what you said was true. Accidents do happen, and it was only an accident." Santana lay listening, "But I should have known not to leave the kettle on the bench-"she was interrupted as Santana bent over her, giving Brittany a quick kiss, "BABE, it was an accident! I know you feel bad, but how were you to know that was going to happen. You're an amazing mom and don't ever doubt yourself okay?" Brittany looked at her wife, she stared into her dark eyes. "You're amazing, you know that." She said, giving her wife a kiss. "I know I am." She said raising her eyebrow, Brittany giggled. "But your amazinger." said Santana. "Oh, but what about Lucas? " Santana looked at Brittany, "We'll deal with him tomorrow... now shut up and kiss me."

Hey guys, I'm sorry. I feel like I kinda let you down by this chapter, but I also didn't want to keep you guys waiting!

Anyways, thanks for reading! Please give a review, I really appreciate your feed back. XOXO.