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Here's the final chapter :)
18 months later
"I think he looks like Aunt B and she looks like Aunt S," Lily said, cooing over the sleeping babies.
"You're dumb. Olivia definitely looks like Aunt B and Nico definitely looks like Aunt S." Hannah said.
"Don't call me dumb! You're dumb," Lily said, pinching Hannah's arm.
"Ow! Mooom! Moooom."
"Whoa, I'm right here girls." Quinn looked up from her conversation with Santana. "Remember, you have to be quiet, you don't want to wake the babies. Why don't you go outside and play with Uncle Puck, he looked bored." The two girls ran off to play with Puck. It was too late though, Nico had awoken and in a few seconds brought his sister awake along with him.
"I never thought I'd say this, Q," Santana said as she picked up her son and gently rocked him against her, "but I think I may have to kill my godchildren."
"I think this is just payback for giving them extra ice cream and candy for the last six years. It's like they've built up all of that extra sugar rush and reserved it for the moment they could wake up both your infants at the same time." Santana scowled at her and Quinn let out a hearty laugh.
"Did I hear my babies?" Brittany said, popping her head in the door. She smiled when she saw Santana cradling their son. "I knew I heard an infants' crying and a very familiar baby's wrath," she said, leaning down to pick up her daughter and then giving Santana a kiss on the cheek. Both children began to calm down in their mothers' arms.
"They're naturals," Rachel said, as she wandered into the nursery. "They really are beautiful." She had to stand on her tiptoes to get a look at the infants.
"You want to hold him for a moment, Berry, while I go get the baby slings?" Rachel started laughing so hard she had to hold onto her sides for fear of exploding.
"You're honestly the last person I would have ever expected to say the words 'baby sling'," Santana glared at her. "And yes, I would love to hold him." Santana gently, and a little begrudgingly, passed off her son to her old friend while she grabbed the slings. "He's beautiful, Santana," Rachel said as she rocked the little boy who already had a thick head of dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
"I know," Santana said, a huge grin bursting into a huge grin, "he's perfect."
"I think brunch should be pretty much ready," Brittany said, as she fastened the sling around her chest and then placed the baby in it.
"Don't worry Q, they'll be plenty of bacon." Said Santana.
"Oh, fuck you, Santana. I only want bacon when I'm pregnant!" Quinn said as they walked towards the patio.
"So, you can curse around my children apparently?"
"Well, I feel that they'll hear it enough, with you as their mother."
"Low blow, Quinn. So, when are you gonna explain to your little five-year-old lesbian about artificial insemination? Because she's going to have to learn about it eventually, and I think she thinks that Brittany and I biologically produced these little angels." Santana slipped into baby talk at the end of her sentence making Rachel and Quinn laugh hysterically and Brittany just look at her wife with adoring eyes. "Oh, fuck you both." Santana said.
"Case in point." Quinn said. "Also, she's five. We have no idea if she's a lesbian or not."
"She's definitely a lesbian, Q. Sorry to break it to you." Brittany said.
Brittany, Santana, Quinn and Rachel headed to the back patio with the babies and each with a platter or bowl of food in hand.
"Everything's ready!" Brittany announced in a sing-song voice to the group who began to take their seats at the table. They passed around the food and a few pitchers of Mimosas and Bloody Mary's. Santana took note of the fact that Quinn took four pieces of bacon instead of the polite two everyone else placed on their plates. When the drinks got to her end, Puck tried to pour Santana a glass of Bloody Mary before Santana stopped him.
"What? You love Bloody Mary's."
"Not the point, Puck."
"Oh, come on, you can have one drink. It's not like you're going to drop the kid or something."
"Again, not the point."
"What? It's not like you're the one breast feeding."
"Brittany can't drink, so I don't drink, simple as that. It's a solidarity thing for the shit she's put her body through."
"Ugh. You are so boring these days."
"I promise, the minute we start drinking again, you will be the first one I tell. Jumbo's Clown Room?"
"Yes, Lopez. Yes. Break your sober baby time with a strip club. I love the way you think." Everyone had piled food on their plates. It wasn't a big group, but it was family. Brittany sat at the end with Santana next to her and Puck next to Santana. Mercedes and her husband were there, along with Kurt and his boyfriend of the month. Rachel sat on the other end with Lily in her lap and Quinn was next to her holding Harper and cutting Hannah's food. Mike was with his girlfriend. The only people missing were Tina and Artie, who had been living in New York, and Sam, who everyone suspected was too hungover to attend Sunday brunch since he had cancelled on brunch only an hour beforehand. Brittany raised her glass of orange juice.
"To old friends, who will always be there, as we continue our journey…" Brittany chuckled to herself. As they clinked their glasses, Santana could hear Rachel starting to hum the opening notes of Don't Stop Believin'.
"Berry. I swear to god. I may be 29 years old, and I may be married and holding one of the two most adorable infants ever born, but if you break into song and make this cheesy fest any worse than it already is, I will lunge across the table and Mimosa you." Brittany grabbed her wife's pinky and squeezed tightly. "What?" Santana said, "slushies are so high school." The group broke out into boisterous laughter and began to eat their food.
"I love you," Brittany said.
"I love you too." Santana leaned in to give Brittany a kiss.
Mercedes nudged Quinn over Hannah's head and nodded to the end of the table where Brittany and Santana were now ignoring their food and making out."
"Some things really never change." Mercedes said. Quinn smiled and took a bite of the bacon in her hand.
"Would we want it any other way?"
A/N: Ok, so I know that chapter had nothing to do with the charm bracelet, but as I was finishing the previous chapter I had an idea for a Faberry/Brittana sequel and I wanted to set that up here...so I wrote this unrelated chapter. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
