"I can't get any more work no one will hire me after the last three people I have worked for ended up dead." Santana says walking into their bedroom after putting the twins to bed.
"Sorry," Brittany softly says wrapping her arms around her wife.
"I know that you can't control it, but really Britt did you have to kill them." Santana sighs, flopping head first on the bed.
"They all kept talking about hot you are and what it would be like to fuck you. You know how jealous I get." Brittany pouts and Santana pulls her down next to her.
"I know, but…" Santana trails off.
"Let's get some sleep before we decide anything." Brittany says snuggling into her wife.
"How do you always know what I need?" Santana chuckles breathing in deeply her wife's sweet scent.
Santana smirks when she feels Brittany's hands making their way under and up her shirt. The look in her wife's eye makes her moan, she knows that she's going to get what she wants and fast.
"Britt," Santana whines when Brittany removes her hand and gets up.
Not a second later she feels a dip in the bed again and her shirt being unbuttoned.
"I want these gone." Brittany whispers ripping off her shirt and bra.
"God Britt, I need you." Santana moans when Brittany kisses her right boob, licking her nipple lightly biting it.
"You have to be extra quiet or the kids will come in." Brittany whispers tugging her pants off.
"I'll be quiet if you are." Santana says smirking as Brittany is a screamer herself.
"Who says I'm going let you…oh god," Brittany moans as Santana shoves two fingers into her.
Santana just starts thrusting fast knowing that they have to finish this fast. Somehow Brittany manages to thrust her fingers into Santana matching her pace.
"Fuck B, I'm close." Santana moans feeling her orgasm closing in.
"SAN!" Brittany somehow quietly screams.
As soon as Santana feels Brittany tighten around her fingers she comes as well. They lay there breathing hard, coming down from their highs.
"Mommy," Diego says running in and hiding under the bed.
"Fuck," Santana breaths holding the comforter over her chest as she looks around for her pants and shirt. "Britt, a little help." she harshly breaths.
"Hold on,"
Santana watches as her wife somehow manages to pick up her pants and shirt from the ground next to the bed and wiggle her way into them.
"What do you want little man?" Brittany asks getting up and getting under the bed with him.
"Crystal says monsters get me." Diego whines curling into his mom. "You said safe place with you so I hid here."
"There are no monsters little man." Brittany softly says helping him out.
"Come here D," Santana says patting the spot next to her glad that Brittany had distracted him enough so she could find and get her clothes on.
"Crystal says monsters get me." Diego sobs hiding his head in her chest.
"Shh, your mama and me won't let any monsters get you." Santana says smiling over at Brittany.
She knows that they have an advantage about that with Brittany. No one would dare to ever try and hurt them as everyone in the criminal community knows what Brittany will do if they should try.
"Are the twins up yet from their nap?" Brittany asks Diego.
"No, Crystal's watching TV." Diego says snuggling even more into his mom.
"Well why don't you two lay here in bed and I'll make us all dinner." Brittany says kissing the heads of her wife and son.
Diego just smiles wrapping his little arms around his mom as much as he can.
"Okay, but can you make pizza?" Santana asks.
"Yes San, I'll make pizza." Brittany says lightly chuckling at how childlike her wife can be sometimes.
Brittany walks out leaving the two of them alone. Diego loves spending time with his mommy without the others. The only way this would be better would be if his mama was here he loves when they both tickle him and tell him stories.
"How about we go surprise your mama and help her make some pizza?" Santana asks and Diego jumps up.
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"Well I just put Wyatt down and Jane is sleeping." Santana says slouching on the couch next to Brittany.
"Crystal and Diego are upstairs playing some video game." Brittany says wrapping her arms around Santana and pulling down on top of her.
"Have you ever thought about moving back to the states?" Santana asks playing with Brittany's hair.
"No, I don't want to get arrested." Brittany simply states.
"It's just I miss being back home and being able to see my parents plus now that I can't find any work I think it might be best if we well…" Santana trails off to look at her wife to see what her reaction is.
"Is this because you can't find work or is it due to the fact that you can't find work and you hate not being able to work?" Brittany asks tilting her head.
"Both," Santana turns her head in shame. "I feel so useless Britt, if I can't work to provide for you all then what use am I?" she asks getting up.
"Baby," Brittany pleas trying to get her to sit back down.
"No Britt, I need to work." Santana says pacing over by the window.
"Then let's move." Brittany says like it's the easiest thing in the world.
"We can't just move." Santana tries to reason not understanding how her wife can be fine with just moving out of the blue no thought put into it at all.
"Why can't we San, you want to work and can't get work here so thus we have to move." Brittany says frowning as she doesn't understand why Santana is making this more difficult than it is.
"But….." Santana trails off. "What about the cops? If we move back to the states the cops will be after you." she says.
"It's been seven years San they won't be looking for us anymore. If we move to an isolated place then we should be safe." Brittany says getting the feeling that she's going to win.
"You're really willing to risk getting caught to move back to the states?" Santana asks already planning how they'll deal with keeping Brittany out of sight.
"Baby, I'd go anywhere with you." Brittany says smirking about to kiss her when Crystal comes down.
"I'm hungry,"
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"Do you understand Crystal?" Santana asks as they all sit at the table.
Santana has just explained to Crystal who is six and Diego who is four that they are going to be moving closer to grandma and grandpa.
"Mama, where we go?" Diego asks only understanding that they are leaving.
"Montana." Brittany says taking Santana's hand and giving it a squeeze.
She knows that Santana is nervous about moving, not only getting caught by the police, but also that the kids won't adjust to living in the states. She's worries as well just not half as much as her wife.
"Where going to Montana? Where's that?" Crystal asks looking over at her two year old siblings.
"We'll show you later baby girl." Brittany says looking down at Crystal. "We want to know what you think about moving."
"Will you still be home when I get home from school?" Crystal asks trying not to laugh at the fact that Wyatt has just flung peas at their mommy.
"Yes and you'll be able to see your grandma and grandpa more." Brittany says.
"Cool, let's move." Crystal says smiling at her moms.
The kids all get up and run or waddle in the twins case to the tv.
"Who would have thought that would be that easy?" Santana says looking over at Brittany.
"Yeah, well thankfully they're more like me in that sense." Brittany chuckles earning a glare from Santana.
"Quiet you,"
Brittany just smiles at her wife knowing that they will be moving in the next few weeks as Santana once she gets something in her head she moves fast.
"So I figure we should plan our way back in the states so we can make it back in in the next week or so." Santana suggests getting up and clearing the dishes.
"You want me to get us smuggled back into the states all the way up to Montana in the next week?" Brittany asks.
"Don't you think maybe we should wait a few weeks and just let the kids get use to the idea?" Santana asks starting to feel a bit more unsure about actually going back.
"Sanny, what are you worried about?" Brittany softly says wrapping her arms around her waist.
"I like the idea of going back to the States and all, but now that it might actually happen I'm really worried that as soon as we step back in the States that someone will take you away from me." Santana softly says curling into Brittany's side.
"San, no one will ever take me away from you. I won't let them." Brittany says taking her hands and kissing them.
Santana just nods and curls even more into her wife not willing to let go of her. The fear of losing her wife has always plagued her mind, but especially since she can't find any work. It reminds her of when they first moved to New York and she almost lost Brittany.
"You think that they'll catch the Butcher?" Santana asks her training partner as they patrol down 83rd street.
"Sure, I heard one of the detectives talking about how they were going to set a trap for him." she says shrugging.
"WHAT!" Santana shouts trying to control the urge to rush immediately to their apartment just to make sure Brittany's still there.
"Yeah, they made a deal with some pedophile that he'd get parole if he helped out." she says as they make their way back to the station.
Santana doesn't say anything, she's already trying to form a plan to warn Brittany and protect her. This is what she's been worried about and why she decided to become a cop so she can protect Brittany.
"So do you want to come with us to the bar?" her partner asks once their dressed in street clothes.
"I can't, I promised to take my girlfriend out to dinner." Santana says smiling at the thought of Brittany.
"Wow, you already have a girlfriend. Damn you work fast." her partner says shaking her head in disbelief.
"No, we've been dating since high school. I only came out here because she got into Juilliard." Santana says proudly.
"Well aren't you lucky, I'll see you tomorrow then." her partner says waving.
Santana walks fast out of the station and around the corner before taking off running as quickly as she can back towards their apartment. Throwing the door open she starts yelling for her girlfriend, "BRITTANY!"
"Sanny?" Brittany asks coming out of the kitchen with a butcher knife in her hand.
"Britt, baby, please tell me that you didn't." Santana says walking quickly to Brittany and wrapping her arms around her.
"I'm sorry Sanny, but he was talking about raping some girl." Brittany sadly says nuzzling into Santana's chest.
She knew that her girlfriend would be upset, but she really couldn't help herself when she heard him talking.
"Britt, you can't keep doing this right now. The police have a trap set up and I don't know what I would do if I lost you." Santana sobs wrapping her arms even tighter around her girlfriend.
"You'll protect me though." Brittany says confused as to what Santana is so worried about.
"Baby, I can't protect you from this. I'm not on the case and I've heard a rumor that they have DNA evidence." Santana says walking into the kitchen to assess the damage.
"I cleaned," Brittany says smiling proudly at herself.
"I can see that. How about you go shower and I'll finish up here." Santana suggests sighing.
"Okay," Brittany cheerfully says kissing Santana's cheek.
Just as Santana finishes cleaning up the kitchen half wondering where her girlfriend managed to dispose of the body, she hears the doorbell.
"Who the hell is it?" Santana yells as she walks towards the door. "It better not be those good for nothing neighbors again." she grumbles.
Opening the door she gasps when she sees her boss, five detectives and some other people who she thinks are probably important.
"We have a warrant." one of the detectives says shoving it towards her.
"My girlfriend's in the shower." Santana says worried that they'll go in.
"Sanny?" Brittany asks walking over in her unicorn pj's.
Santana holds out her hand for her girlfriend to grab it as she pulls her into her body. Her whole goal is to protect her girlfriend and she'll be damned if any of them so much as touch her.
"What is this about?" Santana asks finally able to think clearly now that she has Brittany in her arms.
"There's been another murder and a witness places Brittany there." another detective says smirking as he stares shamelessly at Brittany.
Santana steps in front of Brittany and glares at the cops in their apartment.
"And you just assumed that she did it. Have you ever thought that after everything she's been through that she doesn't need this on top of it. We finally worked through all the issues of her parent's murder and now you think she just up and murdered some random person." Santana growls glaring at the detectives that have already started going through their stuff.
"We'll also be needing a DNA sample from both of you." he says unfazed by what Santana is saying.
Two hours later, they're finally alone slowly putting all their belongs back.
"I'm glad that they didn't find anything." Brittany softly says feeling really bad that she's put Santana in such trouble.
"Hey B, they'll never find anything okay. I'd never let that happen." Santana says rubbing Brittany's back to calm her down.
"But didn't you say they found DNA at one of the scenes." Brittany says eyes cast down.
"I did, but I'll hand that tonight when I go in for my midnight shift." Santana says pulling Brittany up with her. "Just promise me, that you'll be extra careful and not leave any DNA at any future scenes?" she asks knowing full well that her girlfriend will never be able to stop completely.
"I love you so fucking much." Brittany says crashing their lips together.
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"Are you sure that this is the house you want?" Brittany asks her family as they stand in the driveway of a huge farm after just signing the papers to official own it.
"Yes Britt, this is the one." Santana says with a smile as the kids run off to look around. "Plus it will take a lot of work to keep it up and with you not working it will give you something to do when I'm gone." she adds giggling as Brittany picks her up.
Brittany carries her wife bridal style into their new house.
"I have a good feeling about this place. It feels like a good place for us to raise our family." Brittany softly says.
"Yes it does."
I have one more chapter after this one. Thanks to all of you who are still reading this story.