"I know you like it, but just think how much a poor little girl in Africa is going to like it!" Santana says trying to persuade her daughter to part with the doll she's clutching to her chest.

"But, why can't they buy their own!" Ellie pouts.

"Well… some families don't have much money to spend on things like presents." Santana says carefully. "Because they need all the money they have to buy food so they don't get too hungry."

"Oh." Ellie says thoughtfully. "So we should give them stuff, 'cause we have enough money?"

"Yes. So they can have a nice time at Christmas like us."

"Okay then." Ellie says handing over the doll. "But Caleb has to give something too, right?"

Santana rolls her eyes.

"Yes, he does. You can do me a favour and go get Caleb for me."

She watches Ellie run out the kitchen and notices Quinn leaning on the door frame.

"Hey. How long have you been there?"

"A little while." Quinn says striding across the room and pulling Santana into her arms. "You're such a good Mom."

"You're the good Mom, I'm the Mama." Santana says leaning her forehead on Quinn's.

Her wife smiles at her and captures her lips with her own briefly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Ew!" Caleb cries from the door way pressing the heels of his hands into the dips of his eyes and grumbling.