How I Met Your Mommy
A/N : Some asked me to post the children's ages so here they are (:
Remy: 16 and a junior.
Keegan: 13 and in the 8th grade.
Charlie: 9 and in the 3rd grade.
Sogar: 6 and in kindergarten.
Brittany walks into the kitchen bright and early, and is surprised when she sees Santana already up, and cooking breakfast. Her wife is at the stove, standing next to Sugar who is standing in a chair, helping her with whatever she is cooking. By the smell of it, Brittany would guess, omelets. Yum.
A smile forms on her lips as she watches two of her favorite girls cooking together. Santana's got her arms around Sugar, guiding her hands to fold the egg in half around the meat and vegetables. "Good job baby girl. It's perfect." Santana praises, before leaning down to place a kiss to the top of Sugar's head.
Brittany's eyes move over to the clock across the room, and sees it's only a little after 8 in the morning. This is most definitely a surprise. Santana is normally not up before 10 unless she has to work early.
"I don't like spinach." Sugar says, wrinkling her nose, looking down at their product.
It makes Brittany smile, and Santana chuckles, and runs her fingers through Sugar's hair. "I know baby, this one is for your mommy." Santana informs her. "Go grab a plate, please?" She asks, pointing to the stack of plates she has set out on the end of the cabinet.
Sugar does as she's asked, and when she turns around she spots Brittany leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes light up at the sight of her, "Mommy!" She yells, running over to the blonde, wrapping her arms around her legs.
Santana turns and smiles at the two of them, "Sugar, baby, I need that plate before I burn your mommy's omelet." She says with a smirk as she picks it up onto the spatula carefully. Sugar runs over, and holds the plate out to her, so she can set the food on top of it.
"Mommy, I made you breakfast!" Sugar says, carrying the plate over to the blonde. She offers it out to her, beaming.
Brittany takes the plate from her daughter and leans down to kiss her cheek, "Thank you honey." She says sincerely, "It looks delicious." She adds, letting out a humming noise, that makes Sugar grin even wider.
"Sugar, you going to help me make you one?" Santana asks, as she starts up another one. This time with just egg, ham, and cheese. Sugar nods her head vigorously and runs back over to Santana, climbing up in her chair.
"Where are my good morning kisses?" Santana asks with a pout, glancing over at her wife for a few seconds before putting her attention back to Sugar, carefully watching her as she's close to the burner.
Brittany grins, and walks over to her wife, wrapping her arms around her waist. She places a kiss on her cheek, and Santana turns her head to place a quick kiss to Brittany's lips. "Good morning baby." Brittany says sweetly, giving Santana a squeeze. "Why are you up so early?" She asks curiously.
Santana shrugs in Brittany's arms, "I woke up and went to the bathroom and Sugar came into our room. I told her not to wake you, and we could come and make everyone some breakfast." She explains. "Okay Sug, let's fold it." Santana instructs the little girls, wrapping her arms back around Sugar to help guide her motions.
Brittany lets go of Santana, so she can help Sugar more efficiently and walks back over to the table where her omelet is sitting waiting on her. Realizing she has no utensils, she walks over to the drawer by the fridge, and pulls a handful out for everyone and herself to use. She sets them down on the table then moves back to the cabinet to grab a few glasses.
"San do you want grapefruit juice?" She asks, already pulling the carton out, knowing Santana will say yes. And she does. She grabs the carton along with the milk and orange juice, and places them all down on the island.
She looks up from the cabinet and catches a glimpse of both her sons, sitting in the living room watching cartoons. She smiles and sets down the milk, she had started to pour, and makes her way around the bar and into the living room.
"Morning guys." She greets them, ruffling Charlie's curly hair. He lets out a whine as his hands fly up to fix it, making her smirk. She always loves playing with his hair. Santana also, it's just so curly and fluffy. He hates it though.
They each barely acknowledge her, their eyes glued to the screen, and she just rolls her eyes. "Breakfast is almost ready." She informs them, and once again they mutely nod their head's in acknowledgment. She just smirks, and stands up from where she'd been sitting on the arm of the couch. She makes her way back into the kitchen and continues, pouring everyone their desired morning drinks.
"Sugar, what do you want to drink?" She asks her youngest daughter. She chooses milk, most of the time, but every now and then she likes to copy what someone else is having. It just depends on her mood.
"I want grapefruit juice, like mama." she says with a smile, looking up at Santana, who smiles back down at her.
Brittany chuckles, and nods her head, pouring another glass of grapefruit juice. Once the glasses are all filled, she sets them on the table. She looks over at her wife, and walks back over to her, wrapping her arms back around her waist. She couldn't help it, it was a magnetic pull. She leans down and places a kiss to Santana's shoulder, "I love watching you two cook together." She admits in a soft voice.
Santana hums in response, and tilts her head to the side to rest against her wife's. "Okay, Sugar, go set that on the table." She says, passing Sugar the plate with her omelet on it. With a minute to themselves, Santana turns in Brittany's arms, and wraps hers around the blonde's neck.
"It reminds me, of when we used to help your mom cook." Brittany says with a smile.
Santana nods in agreement, and leans in placing a kiss on Brittany's lips. Then Sugar returns, and climbs back up in the chair, forcing Santana to turn back around. "What did you cook with Abuela?" Sugar asks curiously.
Brittany smirks into Santana's neck, and the brunette grins, widely. "Everything." She says, fondly, reminiscing on the times when she was young. "Although, I think we were just more of a nuisance than help." She adds with her own smirk, and Brittany snorts, "We just made messes."
"Mommy!" A 7 year old Santana yells, running into the kitchen, followed closely by Brittany. "Can we help you cook?" Santana asks, tugging on her mother's shirt, looking up at her with big brown puppy dog eyes.
Gloria can't help but smile at the two girls that are giving her their best puppy dog pouts, "Of course, Mija." She says with a nod. "Grab some chairs," She informs them, pointing over to the kitchen table.
They do as they're told with excitement, and run over to the table, each grabbing their own chair and pushing it over to Santana's mother. Brittany gets on one side, and Santana on the other. "What are you making?" Brittany asks, peaking into the pot with curiosity.
"Chicken Alfredo." Gloria responds easily. "Here, Brittany, take over the stirring." She says, passing off the wooden spoon she'd been using to occasionally stir the pasta so it wouldn't stick.
The blonde's eyes light up and she eagerly takes the spoon from Gloria's grip and starts stirring the noodles around. "Tana! I'm cooking!" The blonde says cheerfully, her eyes never leaving the pot. She's concentrating so hard on the simple task that it makes Gloria chuckle.
"What can I do mommy?" Santana asks with a pout. She wanted to stir. She always stirs.
Gloria smiles down at her pouting daughter, "You can help me make the sauce." She tells her, tapping her nose with her finger. Santana's pout transforms into a grin, and she nods her head vigorously. "Okay, can you go and get the flour out of the pantry?" She asks, nodding her head to said door. Santana nods, and climbs down from her chair to retrieve the desired object.
Gloria turns back to Brittany, and can't do anything but laugh when she sees the blonde, mixing so quickly, water is sloshing out. She reaches out, and warps her fingers around Brittany's hands stilling them. It makes the blonde frown, and look up at her. "You're spilling it everywhere." She tells her, "You're going to burn yourself sweetie, the water is hot." She explains further. Not only did she not want Brittany making a mess, but she didn't want her hurting herself.
She starts guiding Brittany's motions, slowly manipulating her hand to stir the noodles at a slower and easier pace.
"There, perfect." She commends, letting go of the girls hands. She watches her for a few more seconds, being sure she keeps up the steady pace. And with a tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth, Brittany does.
A yelp is heard from behind her, and she quickly turns around to see Santana sitting on the floor with flour all over herself and the floor. Her eyes widen and she makes her way to the small brunette. "What happened?" she asks, crouching down to her daughters level.
Santana has tears in her eyes, and Gloria tries not to smile, as she brushes some flour off of the girls face. "I tripped," Santana answers, her bottom lip quivering.
"Baby, it's okay." Gloria tells her with a warm smile. She reaches out and pulls the girl into her, trying to console her. "I have more flour, and you're fine. Just a little dirty." She explains, giving Santana a squeeze.
They hear giggling and look up to see Brittany now standing in front of them. It makes Santana frown even more. "You made a mess." Brittany states as if it weren't obvious.
Gloria's eyes close briefly, and she laughs through her nose. She looks down to see Santana's bottom lip quivering, and she holds her daughter tighter. "Baby it's okay." She says once again, trying to hold in a laugh. It doesn't work, but it's a quiet subtle laugh, that just sounded like she was exhaling deeply.
"I didn't mean to." Santana says defensively, folding her arms tightly over her chest, holding herself tighter.
Brittany just stands there smiling at her. "You're all dirty." Brittany says scrunching her nose up.
Santana pulls herself out of her mother's grip, and scowls up at the blonde. She reaches down and grabs a handful of flour off the floor, before throwing it at Brittany's face, "Now, you're all dirty!" She says, folding her arms over her chest once again. Her scowl still firmly in place.
Again, Brittany just smiles.
It confuses Santana and makes her frown even deeper. She watches Brittany, and the blonde reaches down grabbing her own handful and chunks it at Santana with a giggle. The brunette's eyes widen and she reaches down for more and throws it at Brittany, as the blonde gets her own second handful.
A flour war breaks out in the kitchen, and Gloria's eyes widen and she quickly gets to her feet, "Girls!" She calls out, but neither one of them stop. Flour is all over them, and everything else in the kitchen by now. "Santana! Brittany! Basta!" She yells, "Stop it!" She grabs a hold of both their firing arms, halting their actions.
The two little girls are now giggling, looking at each other and the mess they've made. "Sorry mommy." Santana says, but, can't seem to stop giggling. She tries to stop, and be serious, but another laugh bursts through her lips, making Brittany break out into a fit of giggles also.
Gloria, rolls her eyes, and looks up at the ceiling, silently asking god, why her. "Go into your bathroom and get undressed. You're going to have to have a bath now." She informs them with a sigh, pushing them towards the door. "I'm going to turn the burner off, and I'll be up there in a minute." She says, and the two girls head for the stairs, still giggling.
Sugar can't help but giggle at her mommy's story. "I wanna have a flour fight!" She says, her face brighting at the thought. She turns to look at them with hopeful eyes, nodding her head at them, like it's the best idea ever.
Santana brings her hand to her mouth to cover a chuckle, and Brittany frowns, "Don't even think about it." She warns Sugar, pointing a finger in the girls face. Sugar's smile quickly turns into a frown.
Sugar lets out an over dramatic sigh, but doesn't say anything more. She turns back to helping Santana finish breakfast
"Keegan, Charlie come and eat!" Santana yells, as she places the last omelet on the table. She glances into the living room where the boys are still sat unmoving on the couch, in front of the television.
Brittany, places an arm around Santana's shoulders, and looks at their boys. "They've got their heads in the television." She informs her wife, "They probably didn't even hear you." She adds with an amused chuckle.
Santana grumbles in response and rolls her reyes, "Oh, they heard me. They're ignoring me." she says with a scowl. "Keegan, Charlie, if you're not in here for breakfast in 10 seconds, you're both grounded for a week." She shouts.
They're in the room in 4 seconds.
It makes Brittany chuckle and she places a kiss to Santana's temple, before releasing her, and joining her kids at the table. She sees Keegan opening up the fridge, and watches him grab the cartoon of milk, taking a swig of it. She frowns. "Keegan," she says simply in a stern tone, and he knows what she wants. He puts it back on the shelf, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "I poured you a glass." She tells him, pointing to the glass of milk on the table in front of his omelet.
"I'm going to go and wake Remy." Santana says, placing a kiss to the top of Brittany's head.
"Speaking of Remy, her phone drove me crazy, vibrating all night last night." Brittany says in annoyance.
Santana laughs, and nods her head in agreement, "I know, I finally got up and turned it off." She says with a smirk. "I don't know why we didn't just turn it off in the first place." She says, frowning at herself, for not thinking of it sooner.
"Because, we love torturing her, by letting her hear it go off." Brittany says with a sly grin.
Santana shakes her head, but smiles at her wife, "I think, I'm rubbing off on you, a little too much." She says with a smirk.
"Wanky." Brittany replies with a cheeky grin and a wink.
Santana laughs loudly and turns to walk out of the kitchen, to wake up her eldest daughter. "What's wanky?" Santana hears Sugar's voice ask from in the kitchen. It just makes her laugh even harder as she ascends the stairs. She can imagine the flush on her wife's face. Along with the deer caught in headlights look.
Minutes later, Remy trudges down the steps, sporting a robe and messy hair. Her eyes are tired, and she looks royally pissed off. As she always does for their Sunday morning breakfasts. They let the kids sleep as late as they want on Saturdays, but on Sunday's they wake up around 10 to have breakfast together as a family. Remy is always a ray of sunshine.
"Morning sleeping beauty." Santana says, from her spot at the table. "And boy do I mean it when I say beauty." She says, teasingly, making her eldest daughter glare at her.
Brittany nudges her wife's arm, letting her know through the silent action to be nice, and leave the girl alone. "Rem, mama and Sugar made you an omelet." Brittany tells her, gesturing down to the only empty seat left at the table with an omelet sitting there, waiting for her.
Remy, gives Brittany the best smile she can muster up this early in the morning, "Thanks," She says, as sincerely as possible. She runs her fingers through Sugar's hair briefly, thanking her little sister with the action. "But right now, I just need coffee." She says, making her way over to the coffee maker.
Brittany rolls her eyes, "You're just like your mother used to be." She informs her, trying to sound annoyed, but the look in eyes is pure adoration. "You couldn't talk to her until at least her second cup." She adds, looking over at her wife, who has her eyes narrowed at the blonde.
"I've gotten better." Santana says defensively. A small pout forms on her lips as she looks down at the food on her blonde, her brows furrowed.
Her wife smiles softly and reaches over, placing her hand over Santana's right, that lay limply on the table. "You have." She assures her, giving her hand a squeeze. "You were kind of forced to, when we had the kids, since they woke up at like 7 every morning." Brittany says, shaking her head and chuckling, remembering the times they were woken up early by a screaming baby.
They continue eating their breakfast, with some idle small talk. Sugar tries telling them a joke she heard on a TV show yesterday, but she forgets the punch line. She starts laughing at her own joke anyways, thinking it was the funniest thing she's ever heard. It makes the others laugh also.
Charlie then proceeds to tease Keegan some more about his girlfriend. Santana and Brittany soon join in, and tell him he has to bring her over for dinner one night, so that they can meet her. He quickly dismisses the idea.
Remy stays relatively quiet throughout the meal, but it's normal. Again, she's like Santana and doesn't do or say much until about the second or sometimes third cup of coffee. She just sits and listens, throwing in her 2 cents, when it's just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Especially when it comes to teasing her younger brother. But then he jumped on her boyfriend, Colbie, and they got into a yelling match.
Brittany and Santana quickly put a stop to the yelling. Then Sugar tries telling another joke. She messed up the punch line and it didn't make any sense, but it broke the tension.
"So mama, are you going to continue the story?" Keegan asks curiously.
Santana swallows her bite, and wipes her mouth, before speaking, "I answered your question." She informs him, raising a brow, "You want me to continue?" She asks curiously. Honestly, she'd love to tell them all her and Brittany's life story. Day by day, or as much as she can remember anyway. But she knows they won't be down for all of that. So she'll stick to the highlights if they want to hear.
A blush creeps up on Keegan's cheeks, and he shrugs trying to act indifferent. "I mean, I don't really think that the first grade counts as truly dating." He finally says, with another shrug as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding their eye contact.
Santana smiles, and looks over at Brittany who was also smiling but her eyes were on Keegan. They both know he wants to hear more of the story but, he's to proud to ask. He thinks he is too old for stories, and he's embarrassed to admit he wants to hear it.
"First grade counts." Santana says, her brows furrowing as she realizes what he said. She shakes her head, the wrinkles on her forehead coming out. "We've been together since the first grade, it counts." She says firmly.
Brittany can't help but smile, and she places her hand back over Santana's, squeezing it gently, telling her to calm down. It is adorable how worked up Santana is getting over something like this. "It counts," Brittany confirms with a nod, reassuring her. It relaxes Santana.
"It does." Santana says, once again, pouting at her wife. She nods her head and gives the blonde a hopeful look, because she really just wants everyone to agree with her that it counts, and they've been together for that long.
Brittany just grins and leans in placing a kiss on Santana's lips. "It does." She confirms in a voice, that sounds like she is talking to a baby. She taps on Santana's bottom lip that was still slightly poked out, and grins when the pout turns into a soft smile.
Keegan just rolls his eyes, and tries not to throw up his omelet.
"Tell us about your first kiss." Remy says, making both parents beam at one another.
"Found you!" An 8 year old Santana screams with a grin, poking at Brittany's shoulder. They're playing hide and seek and Santana just found Brittany tucked away in a hallway closet.
The blonde frowns, and crawls out of the space. "I don't wanna play this game anymore." Brittany mumbles with a pout. Santana finds her every time within minutes, and it always takes her forever to find Santana. Sometimes she has to even give up. She's just not good at this game. "Let's play tag." She says, her face lighting with the idea.
Santana simply shrugs her shoulders, "You're it!" She shouts suddenly, poking Brittany, before taking off the hallway, giggling.
"Hey!" Brittany screams after her, her brows furrowing. She sighs, and decides just to chase after Santana, even if she did sort of cheat. She follows the brunette down the stairs, but sees the girl stop at the end. Before she can stop running, she's colliding into the Latina's back, "You're it!" Brittany says enthusiastically.
Santana does't acknowledge her, and Brittany takes in her features. Her brows are furrowed and she's staring at something looking confused. She follows Santana's line of vision and sees her older sister Emily on the couch with her boyfriend, and they're kissing.
"Why are they eating each other?" Santana asks, her face scrunching up in disgust.
Brittany just shrugs her shoulders, "That's what they always do." She informs the Latina, "They apparently like doing it." She adds, her brows furrowing in confusion also. It doesn't look fun. "Emily says that's what you're supposed to do when you're dating someone." She adds, and Santana turns to look at her with wide eyes.
"We're dating." Santana points out, and Brittany's eyes widen to match hers. They stare at each other for a few moments, before Santana bites down on her lip, "I don't want to do that." She admits honestly. "It doesn't look very fun." She adds, glancing back over at the couple who still had yet to even notice they're in the room.
Brittany looks over at her sister once again, then back to Santana, "I don't either," She says, shaking her head, her face scrunched up.
Santana looks relieved, and nods her head, her lip plopping out of her mouth. Her eyes move back over to the couple for and then back to Brittany who was staring at her. They just look at one another in silence. Neither want to do that, but both can't help but think, it's what they're supposed to be doing. Maybe they aren't doing this girlfriend thing right.
"Maybe, we can just kiss like my mommy and daddy do." Brittany suggests, her eyes brighting, at the fact she possibly came up with a solution that doesn't involve eating each other.
Santana bites down on her lip and thinks it over. She's seen her parents kiss a few times, and it wasn't near as gross as what Emily and her boyfriend are doing right now. It didn't seem so bad, "I guess so." She answers with a shrug. Her eyes dart down to Brittany's lips. The lips curve up into a smile, and Santana gets a weird feeling in her stomach. It's the same one she got when Brittany had said she wanted to be her girlfriend.
Santana's heart starts racing as she sees Brittany's face getting closer to her own. When soft lips press against hers, her eyes widen and her body tenses. She's not really sure why. She also doesn't understand what she's feeling right now. It feels like there is something flying around inside of her, and her head feels all light and dizzy.
As soon as it had happened, the kiss is over, and Brittany pulls back.
Santana shakes her head, and blinks her eyes a few times, trying to force herself back into reality, and clear the fogginess from her head. Her heart is still hammering against her chest, and her whole body is tingling. But Brittany's face becomes clear and she sees the blonde beaming at her. Santana blushes, and looks away, smiling shyly.
Brittany lets out a humming noise, and Santana's eyes move back up to hers. "That felt weird." Brittany admits, letting out a small giggle.
Santana's head bobs up and down, "Yeah," She breaths out in agreement. She can't decide if she likes the feeling or not. It's weird, and kind of scary, because she doesn't understand it. "Let's not do that anymore." She says quietly.
"Yeah," Brittany agrees quickly. Her face looks relieved and Santana smiles, "Let's go and play. You're it!" She says, before poking Santana and running away.
Remy's laughing makes Santana stop telling the story, and look over at her. Santana rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile. She also can't help the blush from forming on her face. Brittany leans over and kisses Santana's cheek.
"You guys are like some cheesy romance movie." Remy tells them, rolling her eyes at her parents. She lets out a snort, and the other kids giggle too.
Santana glares at her eldest daughter, and stands up out of her chair. She makes her way around Brittany, and places herself in the blonde's lap. "Don't hate." She says to Remy, before turning to her wife, placing a loving kiss on her lips. She sees Sugar smiling at them, and Charlie grimacing, which makes her chuckle.
"How long were you guys together, before you actually broke up?" Keegan asks curiously, after they pull apart from one another.
Santana rests her head on Brittany's and frowns, "We didn't ever technically break up." She says with a shrug. "I guess it was just assumed as we got into middle school, that we weren't together." Santana says lowly.
Brittany wraps her arms tighter around Santana, "How about we take a break from the story." Brittany suggests, and Sugar groans in response.
Santana smiles, "Good idea," She says with a nod, pulling her head off of Brittany. "We need to clean up these dishes, and do some laundry." She explains, making Brittany nod her head in agreement, "You guys go outside and play. Get some fresh air." She instructs them, climbing off of her wife's lap.
"Let's go ride bikes!" Charlie suggests, turning to his older brother with wide hopeful eyes. Keegan nods in agreement, and they get up from the table.
"I want to ride my bicycle!" Sugar yells, scurrying off of her chair, to chase after them.
Santana laughs, watching the girl run after them, "Watch your little sister!" She yells after them right before they slam the door shut. "What about you, what are you going to do?" Santana asks, looking down at Remy who is half way through her omelet.
Remy just shrugs her shoulders, before taking another bite. "I think, I'll just go outside with them." She says with a shrug. "Maybe ride my bike, or just help Sugar." She adds, and takes one last bite, before standing up, grabbing her plate. She carries it over to the sink and scrapes the leftovers into the trash, before placing it carefully in the sink.
Santana watches Remy walk out of the kitchen and waits until she hears her bedroom door close, before walking over to Brittany. "House to ourselves," She says with a sly grin, wrapping her arms tightly around her wife's neck.
Brittany rolls her eyes, but smiles as she leans in placing a quick peck on her lips. "We're not alone." She says as her eyes move up to the ceiling. "Remy is in her room changing clothes, and the others are just outside, and could come in at any minute." She informs Santana, raising a brow at the shorter girl.
"Well we could lock them out." Santana suggests with a smirk.
Brittany throws her head back and laughs loudly. "Tana, we're not doing that." She says with a chuckle. "That's just mean." She adds, shaking her head at her wife.
Santana simply smiles and shrugs her shoulders. Before she can say anything more, they hear Remy making her way back down the stairs. They turn their heads and see her heading for the front door, "Remy!" Santana shouts abruptly, jumping out of her wife's arms.
Remy jumps at the outburst, and turns towards Santana, giving her a confused look.
Santana walks into the living room, her eyes narrowed at her daughter. "Where is the rest of that outfit?" She asks, eyeing the barely there, short shorts her daughter is sporting. Along with the very low cut V-neck fitted top.
"Mama," Remy scoffs, rolling her eyes. She folds her arms over her chest, and lets her head fall to the side, giving her mama an annoyed look.
"Don't mama me." Santana says, placing her hands on her hips, "Go upstairs and change! You are not prancing around the neighborhood in that." She tells her sternly, pointing a finger up the stairs. "Anywhere, actually." Santana corrects.
Remy let's out a whining noise, and drops her arms to the side, "Mom!" She shouts, her eyes darting over to Brittany who was standing behind Santana. "Mom, come on." she says, giving the blonde a pleading look.
Brittany places her hands on Santana's shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Go ahead honey." Brittany tells Remy softly. Remy glances back to Santana who was scowling, but sees Brittany give her a nod, so she nods back, and walks out the front door.
"What the hell Britt?" Santana asks, whipping around to look at her wife. "You're seriously okay with her walking around like that?" She asks, unbelievingly.
"Dressing like you did, and I did, when we were her age?" Brittany asks with a knowing smile. Santana deflates, but rolls her eyes, not quite ready to give in. "It's fine baby." Brittany assures her, pulling her into a hug.
Santana buries her head into Brittany neck, wrapping her arms tightly around the blonde's waist. "I just don't like thinking about people looking at her." She mumbles, "Especially her stupid boyfriend." She adds, venomously. "I mean, you remember how nasty boys were, when we were that age." Santana says, pulling away from her wife, to look at her face.
Brittany nods her head, "I know baby." She says, before placing a kiss on the brunette's fore head. "But, it's going to happen. We just have to hope we have raised her well, and she will make the right decisions." Brittany says calmly. "There is nothing more we can do." She says with a shrug. "Besides, it's our own fault." She says with a sly grin, making Santana look at her confused. "We should have known how hot our children would be."
Santana can't help but chuckle, and she buries her head back in Brittany's shoulder. "I don't wanna do dishes, or laundry." Santana whines, making Brittany grin.
"Me either, but we have to." Brittany tells her matter of fact. She pulls away from her wife, and swats her butt, "Go." She commands, pushing her towards the kitchen.
A/N: Let me know as always please! (: