Hey guys! How are ya out there? I'm sorry I haven't included an author's note, but hey, I really, really would like to thank you for evry ounce of support by reading all that there is in this fan fiction. And I would really like to announce to all of you, dear Brittana shippers, that we will have an upcoming Family Affairs 3.
Yes, this is all for you guys, so keep on reading.
I would like to thank Dee, for always being there to beta my chapters.
To BlackHoles76, yes thank you very much for being there and ready to help. Also, thank you for translating this story into french. Keep up the good, awesome work.
And to ManuPRS, thank you for talking to me.
And to every reader, to every shipper soul who thinks and hopes and prays and holds on for Brittana, I am with you guys, yes, we will hold on for our dear babies, dolphins and cheerleaders (my feels again, sorry.)
This might be a little late, but yeah, here are your kisses.
xx
Dinner went on smoothly, and a couple of minutes before ten in the evening, Jorge and Maribel stood up to leave. They smiled graciously at everyone, and then looked at Santana, who was now cradling a drowsy Brooklyn in her arms.
"Aww, our little munchkin's kinda knocked out," Maribel cooed.
They kissed Brooklyn goodnight and Santana as well as Brittany kissed them goodbye.
Sam and Elizabeth, with the promise to call each day, left together along with Mercedes to their hotel rooms shortly after the Lopez couple and also Kurt and Blaine had left.
"Sam's seems close to Britt's mom," Quinn commented.
"I heard Sam lives next to Mrs. Pierce back in Lima," Puck supplied the much needed answer from an unsaid questioned.
"Oh," Rachel said. "Where's Finn?"
Quinn's features definitely darkened at Rachel's mention of her ex-fiancé. The shorter brunette noticed it and quickly ran a soothing hand on Quinn's right arm.
"I mean, it would be too strange if he's not here. And Artie, too," Rachel said calmly. "It's for old time's sakes, you know."
Quinn let go of the breath she was holding and Santana saw this. The Latina snickered at Quinn's obvious jealousy.
"Oh, Quinn," Santana sang in a sing-song voice. "Oh, Quinn…you are so whipped. Hey, Rachel, you better behave yourself or you get into trouble when you both get it on later…" Santana laughed.
"Shut up, Lopez," Quinn admonished.
"Admit it, Fabgay," Santana wagged her eyebrows at Quinn. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Jealous. Of. Finn. Tent. Boobs."
"Santana!" Brittany kicked Santana's shins the second time. "No cursing!"
"If you weren't holding my goddaughter right now, I would have slashed you to pieces," Quinn huffed as Rachel sat beside her, wearing an amused smile.
"Bitch, fu-"Santana never got her sentence finished and the third time kick on Santana's shin came from Brittany.
"Santana Maria," Brittany said in a stern voice. "You are holding our daughter and you keep on cursing, tone it down a little, otherwise you'll not only be sleeping on the floor tonight, but on the balcony for a week. AND NO SEX FOR A MONTH!"
"Jesus Christ, a month!" It was Quinn's turn to laugh. The other Glee clubbers, save for Mike and Puck, who were in Santana's den again, enjoying Halo, went with Quinn's laughter.
"Ha, karma hits blindside, Lopez," Quinn stuck her tongue out to Santana, who in turn just huffed and tried to avert her attention to Brooklyn.
"Funny, Fabgay," Santana growled and let out a sarcastic laugh.
"There, there, Quinn," Rachel tried to pacify the hazel-eyed blonde. "That's enough. How about you sing a lullaby to Brooklyn so we can all have a beer?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Quinn growled. "You and drinking beer without me can't go in one sentence."
"Jesus Christ, will you stop cursing in front of our daughter?" Brittany admonished. "I wouldn't want to know you are the ones who polluted Santana's and my baby."
Suddenly, Puck went out of the door and smiled at all of them. "Hey, Santana, can I hold Brook for a while?"
"Puckerman, normally, I wouldn't trust you anything that has a vagina on it, but yeah, I trust you with my daughter. If something happens to her, I'm gonna pull your balls out through your nose," Santana growled. She handed Brooklyn to Puck's arms.
"Damn Mike and his great combos. I mean, why you Asians do everything so awesome…in games," he rolled his eyes at Tina.
"Well, first of all, Puckerman," Tina said in an even tone. "That's so racist. And secondly, Mike and I always play Halo after dinner every night."
"Jesus fu-" Puck started to say,
"Puck!" Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and Rachel yelled.
"Oh, sorry. No cursing. But you know, kid's got to learn it sooner or later," Puck smiled. Brooklyn was stirring from her haven in Puck's arms so Puck started to swing her slowly and hum out a tune.
"Puckerman and lullabies and babies don't fit together," Tina mumbled.
"I agree," Santana smiled. Although, deep inside, she really did think a Puckerman with a baby was actually cute and adorable.
After a few moments of watching Brooklyn and Puck, the guy turned to them.
"Kid's konked out," he smiled. Brittany stood up and caught Brooklyn in her arms. "I'm going to put her to bed. You want to come and say goodnight, Santana?"
"Nahh, I'll follow later. I'm gonna play the gracious hostess tonight," she smirked as she walked towards the fridge and took out one of the ten six-packs Blaine brought with him. She rounded them all and she sat beside Quinn.
"You look so happy with them, bitch."
"Jealous?" Santana raised a perfect eyebrow. Her sassiness that was evident in her high school years was still in her. Yep, she's still the HBIC around here.
Or, when Brittany's not around, because truth to be told? If Brittany was here, well, who's on top? Definitely not Santana.
"Nahh," Quinn shook her head. "From the looks of it, you should marry her, you know."
Santana looked at Quinn, giving her a what-the-fuck look. Well, everyone else had the same look on Santana's face. "What the actual fuck, Quinn?"
"If Britts was here, you could have broken your shin," Quinn said.
"Fuck you," but then again, Quinn just laughed at Santana's harsh words.
Brittany came back shortly after and it was almost Santana's third bottle of beer and the blonde grabbed it from her. "I don't want you smelling beer when you kiss our daughter goodnight."
"Britt?" Santana half-growled, half-pleaded as she watched the blonde put the bottle mouth to her own. "What the hell?"
"Might as well drink it, Santana, it's a waste to leave it sitting on the fridge," Brittany smiled.
After a few more rounds of beers and with a very drunk and touchy Rachel was dragged by Puck and Mike towards the door and Quinn whispering a slurred "good night" to Brittany and a barely audible "thank you" to the two women, Santana and Brittany settled on their couch.
"Hey," Santana looked at Brittany, tucking the locks of blonde hair that fell loose across her forehead. "I'm sorry I cursed. I kinda forgot, and lost it."
"It's okay. Did your shins hurt?" Brittany pulled Santana's legs across her lap and started massaging her legs.
"Ow, that tickles," Santana said breathlessly.
"Sorry," Brittany said. "Sorry I had to kick you."
"That's alright," Santana smiled, and then she yawned.
"Let's go to bed?" Brittany reciprocated the smile that Santana had given her and tugged the Latina's wrists. "Come here, baby."
"Wait, I wanna say good night to Brooklyn first."
The women walked to the toddler's bedroom, tiptoeing and making sure not to make a sound as they approached Brooklyn's bed. The toddler was wrapped up in the teddy bear Elizabeth had given her earlier that day.
"Night, princess," Santana whispered as she kissed the tuff of blonde hair. The toddler stirred, but Santana made hushing noises that pacified the child.
They quickly made their way out of Brook's bedroom and finally settled on their own. Underneath the covers, Santana waited for Brittany as she showered. After the blonde had cleaned up herself, Santana followed suit. When Santana was done, Brittany was already falling asleep on her stomach; the duvet was half-strewn over her shapely body. The taut muscles rose and fell, the sinewy back so inviting.
Santana kissed the bare back, and it earned a moan from the blonde.
"Good night, baby," Santana whispered.
"Night," Brittany mumbled as she instantly rolled over and wrapped her arms around Santana's trim waist. Immediately, the Latina curled into Brittany's body, taking the role of the smaller spoon. The blonde's breaths became deep and more and more even, indicating that she had fallen asleep. However, Santana lay awake for almost an hour.
She watched the blonde beauty beside her breath so peacefully, but Quinn's words were raging like a wildfire inside her. It was burning inside her head. Not to mention Elizabeth's gesture, giving her the ring. What the hell?
Maybe it really is time for her to marry Brittany Susan Pierce.
Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping girl beside her, she slipped out of Brittany's tight embrace. She had to do something to clear her mind off. She strutted to the balcony of the building and leaned on the cold metal railing. The New York city lights shone underneath her, and she smiled.
There is no doubt. She would marry Brittany.
With a smile, she contentedly crawled back beside Brittany, and immediately she curled into her bigger spoon. She slept through the night with thoughts of spending her whole life with Brittany.
The second Santana opened her eyes, she immediately knew it was morning.
She could tell that it was already morning because Brittany wasn't beside her. By the aromatic waft of fresh toast that had reached her nostrils she could sense that Brittany was in the kitchen, fixing her and Brook a yummy breakfast and getting her ready for work while preparing Brook's things for day care.
She smiled at the thought. They acted as if they were a family already; the only thing missing is her official adoption of Brooklyn and her marriage. Well, she could arrange a couple of things. And her Papi could help her.
Santana let out a groan and swung her legs out of bed. Then she dragged her lazy butt towards the bathroom just adjacent to their bedroom. She hadn't bumped into things now. Well, lately, she never did, and it was on rare occasions that she'd bump on something, perhaps, the bedside table or something.
She quickly brushed her teeth and ran a quick shower on her body, just to keep her awake. She quickly slipped into a terry robe and headed for the kitchen.
"Morning," she ruffled her daughter's blond locks as she came in the room. From her perch on her chair, Brooklyn grinned and she outstretched her arms for her Mama to hug her, to which Santana quickly complied.
"Buenos dias, Mama!" the four-year old kid chattered happily.
"Spanish again?" Santana said, a little bit surprised.
"Abuela and Abuelo taught me, Mama," Brooklyn answered proudly. "They say that they can teach me more, if Abuelo has time."
"Aww, baby, you make Mama so proud of you," Santana smiled. "Well, what have you cooked for breakfast?"
"I cooked you cereal and fruits, Mama," she grinned. "Mommy is making toast and coffee."
"Yummy," Santana said with more feeling that she really intended to. "I'm hungry."
"Me too, Mama," Brooklyn seemed to agree.
"Wait, I'll give your Mommy a good morning kiss," Santana smiled and went up to the blonde. She quickly kissed the bare neck and nipped a little.
"Morning to you too," Brittany smiled. "How was sleep?"
"All fine," Santana smiled. "I think today will be a great day."
"Really? Why do you think so?"
"I don't know, I just feel it, Britt. I kind of have psychic powers, you know."
The blonde only quirked a brow and served the toast. "You go wash your hands, little lady," she told Brook, and the toddler just scurried to wash her hands. She came back shortly after and the three of them sat together for breakfast.
Later during the day, Santana burst into her father's office. She was wearing her usual outfit, a plain shirt, flannel slacks, but she looked hot, all the same. Her father just graciously granted her a smile and motioned her for sit while he kept on writing of God-only-knows-what.
"What is it, Santana?"
"Papi, I need the afternoon off," she stated.
"Why? You're sick?"
"No, Papi. I need to tell you something," she started to say. "I need you to help me out here."
"Okay," her father put down his pen and looked at his daughter. Santana has his hundred and twenty percent attention by the moment. "Tell me."
"Papi," Santana took a deep breath. This is a lot harder than she had anticipated. "I want to, adopt Brook."
Her father sat shell-shocked for the moment. "Have you reconsidered your decision, Santana?"
"I've thought about it last night, Papi. And I…I think…no, I know, I want to marry Brittany."
"Have you thought about that too?"
"Yeah, although, I might be a little too fast, I mean, almost four months since they moved in, but technically we've been lovers for as long as I knew, no…high school, but Dad, I really love Brittany and I can't bear to lose her."
"Santana, things like marriage and having a kid doesn't need to be a rushed decision, you have to understand that you have to think about it. How about you go to your Mami today?"
"But, Papi," Santana tried hard to rein her emotions. "I really want to marry her."
"I know," her Papi smiled. "I know, you want to, but hey, Santana, things like that, you can't back out once you've made the decision, and I don't want you to regret anything just because you decided in a hurry."
"No, I want this, Dad!" she said. "Why can't you let me?"
"I am not stopping you, Santana."
"Look, Dad, me and Britt, we're happy, Brook is happy with us, we're good to go. I've saved up a lot. We're financially stable, Dad. I'm twenty-six, already."
"You better talk to your Mami about that, Santana. I will talk to you tonight about this, I will know your decision. I will support you no matter what you decide. I just want you to think and really consider your decision, alright?"
"Fine."
"You can drive to your Mami now. I'll send her a text to let her know you're coming," her father said.
Santana showed up at their estate in uptown New York that afternoon. Her mother was preparing her tea, and Santana was in the poolside, waiting for her mother.
"So, Santana Maria, what is the urgency that you had to be out here, when you are supposed to be working?" Maribel asked as she set down the tea tray.
"Mami, I have a problem."
"What is it?" her Mami sat across her on another cabana.
Santana looked around, trying to swallow the surroundings with her eyes. "I want to adopt Brooklyn."
"Have you thought about it, thoroughly?"
"Yes, Mami. I have," Santana answered, trying to add more backbone to her answer.
"Well, I don't see what's the problem in there. I take it your father did not react positively to this?" Maribel asked, and then chuckled.
"No, he just told me I should think twice," Santana grumbled.
"Typical. You were a mess six years ago. And mind you, Santana, you decided to let her go. That's why Jorge can't take another broken hearted Santana crying over her love life. It kind of hurt your father, you know, seeing you broken. I hope you understand him, mija. "
Santana looked up to her mother. "I do understand him, Mami."
"Oh, hang on, wait, I'm going to get something," Maribel quickly dashed towards the house. Santana was left alone to dwell in her thoughts. Well, she knew she wanted this.
She's certain of it. She had spent six years of thinking about it,.
Maribel came back with a velvet box in her hand, and Santana was curious as to why the old woman was bringing it to her.
"You can drop Brooklyn here next weekend, on Saturday morning, and you can pick her up by Sunday morning."We'd really like to spend the night with our granddaughter."
Santana nodded. "I think I'll have to talk wi-" Her eyes grew wide. "You said your what?"
"Our granddaughter, Jorge's and mine…"
"Mami," Santana drawled.
Maribel extended her hand, which held the velvet box. "That's my engagement ring, Santana. Your father gave it to me," she said rather proudly and there were tears of happiness and pride on her eyes, threatening to fall.
"I think it's your time now, Santana," Maribel continued.
A tight hug engulfed Maribel and the elder Lopez squeezed back. She saw Santana's happy, tearful face.
"Oh, Mami, gracias, muchas gracias, Mami!"Santana smiled.
"You're welcome, Santana. All you need now is find a lawyer to attend to the adoption papers. And you should call your friends to help you plan the wedding. I can't wait for Brittany and Brooklyn to become real Lopezes!" she chirped excitedly.
"I…maybe I'll look around tomorrow…" Santana smiled.
"Wait…wait, I know one. His name is Christian, Christian Croft. He works downtown. He oversaw April Rhodes' adoption for Sky," her mother smiled. "Okay, here he is," she whipped her phone open and looked for a certain name. "I'll set up an appointment for tomorrow."