"Here my pretty lady. Pour this cup of milk in." Brittany instructed handing her daughter the measuring cup, slowly transferring to avoid spills. Brittany folded the ingredients with a wooden spoon.
"Your turn Sutton. Can you crack an egg, chef.
"With no shell?" the child croaked, clearly nervous. Brittany covered the small hands with her own, bringing the egg down against the rim of the bowl. She lifted her hands and let Sutton giggle at cracking an egg for the first time.
Brittany and the girls continued to work on the brownie batter creating a mess of chocolate and flour. As soon as the brownies were in the oven, Spencer and Sutton ran out of the kitchen leaving their mother to clean. Brittany picked up a worn out rag to run over the filmy granite countertop. She swiped it over the sticky chocolate and went to the sink to rinse it out when she heard Santana's key in the door.
"Hey beautiful," Santana greets warmly, a smile on her face as she sets down her stack of files on the kitchen table. Her cheeks are still pink from the windy weather and she smoothes her hand through wind blown hair before throwing her jacket over the back of the chair. Brittany smiled back loving how sexy Santana looked in her cream button down and knee length skirt. Brittany stared at the woman who would always come home to her, and she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.
"How was your day baby?" Santana continued on, looking through the mail, oblivious to the staring.
"Hmm?" Santana asked again looking up from the envelope in her hand. Placing it back where she found it, she moved towards Brittany, her heels clicking against the kitchen title. Santana wrapped her entire body around Brittany enjoying the warmth of her wife.
"Hey." Santana said softly, her lips moving into a large smile. "Did you have a good day?"
"Yeah," Brittany mumbled and kissed the corner of Santana's mouth. "Tell me about all the science you did today." Brittany's voice grew raspy as she pulled the silky shirt slowly out of Santana's skirt and pictured Santana in a clean lab, measuring and utilizing chemicals, dusting for fingerprints, and solving mysteries.
"I just caught up on toxicology reports. I'm sure you had more fun dancing." Santana squeezed tighter and gently kissed her wife before retracting from Brittany, "Where are my babies?"
"You can't be serious." Santana squeals, throwing her hands up in the air. After dinner, the girls went out with their Aunt Riley, a close friend of Brittany's, to the park, leaving the two women alone for wanted cuddling time.
"Oh, I'm serious. He cares about her so much, he clearly loves her."
"And Lauren doesn't?"
"Can we talk about the first time they had sex? And Nadia?"
"So, she's not perfect, like Dyson the half wolf is."
"I can't believe we are having this argument again. You just like Lauren because she's a girl."
"You just like Dyson because he's a boy." Santana muttered, her voice dropping off towards the end. Santana gave Brittany a small smile. A smile that Santana wished would hide the fact that her statement held more meaning.
"Santana," Brittany said concerned, reaching her hands out to caress Santana's arms.
Santana stood up letting Brittany's hand drop to the couch, eliciting a hurt look from the blonde, "It was just a joke Britt." Santana continued walking towards the kitchen, upset she had let her insecurities show.
Brittany followed, concerned and upset that Santana still wasn't secure despite their joint bank accounts, mortgage, marriage, children.
"What are you talking about my beautiful, sexy, loving, committed, wife?"
Santana reaffirmed that it was just a joke but Brittany pressed on, grabbing Santana's toned shoulders to keep her still.
"Lately, I may have been wondering," Santana started. She suddenly felt like she didn't want to have this conversation and began pulling food from the fridge.
"Santana, now," Brittany closed the fridge and pulled Santana into her. The Latina stiffened and Brittany just tightened her grip. Santana melted, finally giving in, tucking her head further into her counterpart's neck.
"Why did you choose to be with me?" Santana mumbled into smooth milky skin, not chancing to look into clear eyes. Santana felt her throat tickle and tears beginning to form behind her eyes. She swallowed slowly, trying to regain control over her emotions.
"I didn't choose to be with you. I couldn't ever live without you. There was never anyone else. My heart told me this is where I belong" Brittany concluded her statement with a firm kiss to Santana's hair, willing her to believe everything she just said.
Santana kissed the skin right under lips, "No, but if you had been with a boy, if you had married a Dyson instead of a Lauren, you wouldn't have to deal with all the homophobic bullshit, the people, the stares, the under the breath comments. You wouldn't have had to pay thousands of dollars to conceive children, you wouldn't have to settle for a civil union or second parent adoption,"
"Enough," Brittany said briskly yet still concerned, moving her hands to the bridge of her nose. "I don't get it. I am here because I love you. None of that stuff matters, because being with you is worth more. You know that, don't you?"
Santana pushed put of Brittany's arms and looked to the tiled floor nodding her head but speaking otherwise, "You could have your mother," Santana breathed out, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. "How could you be with me, when it means losing your mother? I hate that I'm taking her away from you."
"How could you possibly think that my place is anywhere but here," Brittany claimed firmly pointing a finger to the ground to indicate where 'here' was. "I would not survive if I was not next to you, kissing you, holding you, raising our children. I literally sprint from the car when I come home because seeing you is that important and ten more seconds of time with you, I'd pay money for it."
Santana looked up still reserved, about to open her mouth when Brittany continued on,
"And my mother has chosen not to participate in my life, and it sucks and it hurts but baby, you did not take her away from me. She is upset with who I am. With or without you, she will never accept it. But most of all, the only thing that makes me so blissfully, euphorically, happy is you. I feel utterly safe, completely loved, never disappointed, contiunally satisfied."
"Yeah?"
"I am madly in love with you. That matters, nothing else."
"Ditto,"
"Okay, Demi Moore." Brittany mutters shaking the serious vibe.
"They're waiting for you to kiss them goodnight," Santana mumbled as she entered the bedroom , raking her fingers over her smooth forehead attempting to wipe away the fatigue she felt.
"Okay. If you wait here a minute, I'll make you feel better." Brittany reached up and playfully cupped Santana's breasts.
'Oh will you?" Santana retorted, reaching her hands around Brittany to grab her ass, squeezing as she leaned her head forward to sweetly capture her wife's soft pink lips. Brittany moaned into the kiss as her lips molded and melted into the plump ones of her wife. Brittany dropped her hands from their previous place only to flatten against a tan back.
"I wanted a kiss first," Spencer grumbled from right next to her mothers. Her hand on a cocked hip, her foot stomping.
Shocked at the sudden appearance of another person the two women jumped, placing their hands over their hearts.
As Brittany caught the breath that was stolen from her, Santana bent down squeezing the little girl tightly, "Did we forget about you baby?"
"Mami, we cant sleep tight without kisses from mommy."
"Oh I know what you mean," Santana said nodding her head profusely, "She's all yours bumblebee. But make sure you give her back." Brittany stared, always in love with watching Santana and the girls.
"What are you talking about?" Spencer said her voice growing higher in the end, her arms opening palm up. Brittany swooped in, grabbing the little girl's tiny and clammy palm.
"She's crazy," Brittany said as she walked down the hall to the twin's room.
"Coo Coo" Spencer agreed.
Refrences:
Lost Girl (Lauren, Dyson)
Ghost (Ditto, Demi Moore)
