Thank you again to everyone for such nice reviews

So Yours: Thank you for the review. I never really said it, but I'd like to think half and half as well. Brittany's parents are unaware of how the children were created, just that Brittany carried the pregnancies and feels that because Brittany carried and delivered them that they are truly hers. I try to mention similarities between both parents. If you go back to the fist chapter I think I wrote that Jake has blonde hair and brown eyes. Thank you for the interest in my story

Sully: I truly appreciate your nice review. Thank you for noticing the character development, pacing of the story, and for trusting my writing I hope you like this next chapter.

Nayalove: Thank you so much! Although Santana's about to get a little more frustrated in this chapter


Spring came before they knew it, and the bakery began to get busier than ever. Santana decided to take a leave of absence from work due to her high stress levels and so Brittany could go back to work. Her boss was more than accommodating for the fact that she was his only brains in the company. The last thing he needed was her to burn out from stress. She finished the cases she could and pushed the ones she couldn't off on her colleagues.

Life was once again good for the couple. Santana enjoyed waking up with the kids every morning, getting them ready, feeding them breakfast, and just spending time with them. She loved doing simple things like taking care of the house and going grocery shopping. It was a nice change from what she had been doing.

Brittany was enjoying her work as well. She could deal with not waking up so early, but once she was there she made the best of her days. She loved becoming close with Quinn and Rachel again and dealing with customer orders and baking up a storm. She felt good about leaving Lily, especially now since she was hitting the terrible twos early on. But most of all, she loved that she felt normal again.

On her way into the bakery one morning she walked in to find Rachel dancing around the shop singing some Barbra Streisand song. She hadn't heard her sing since Finn had left for war and to see her dancing like a crazy fool was something she had missed. Smiling, she walked in further.

"What's going on?" she asked, startling the off Broadway diva.

Rachel grabbed her heart. "You scared me," she started but immediately smiled after. "Guess what? Guess what? Guess what," she yelled, grabbing Brittany by the arms to yank them up and down.

Brittany's eyes widened in confusion. "Please don't tell me you're gonna leave the bakery again and go to Broadway," she concluded from the production she walked into.

Rachel ignored her friend's confused nature. "Brittany, Finn is coming home Friday. For good," she exclaimed, gripping the girl's arms tighter.

Brittany's jaw dropped before saying, "This Friday?"

Rachel smiled nodding her head up and down. "He didn't want to tell me until now because he knows how impatient I am. He's known for a couple months. Now we can live like a normal couple," she said with a mega watt smile.

"Rachel this is the best news ever. Well for you anyway," she said, knowing there have been greater things in her own life. She pulled Rachel into a hug and began jumping up and down. "We have to throw him a welcome home party," she said.

"One step ahead of you B. Saturday night, dinner and drinks at my place," Quinn interrupted as she made her way from the back after hearing Rachel's excitement.

"Excellent. I'll have to ask San's parents if they can babysit," Brittany said.

Rachel smiled. She had never felt as happy as she was at that moment.

"I've got to go tell Santana," Brittany said happily, making her way back towards her office.

"Britt, wait," Rachel started, walking towards her friend. "Will you make a cake for Saturday night?" she asked, knowing one of Brittany's cakes would thrill Finn. He hasn't had one in so long.

Brittany smiled. "Of course. Actually I have the perfect idea," she said with a gleam in her eyes.


Saturday night…

"Baby this thing is a masterpiece. We shouldn't even eat it, it belongs in a museum or something," Santana praised as she studied the cake Brittany had made for Finn.

Brittany laughed, sneaking behind her wife to hug her from behind. "You're biased," she teased, even though she loved when Santana complimented her work. It made her feel like she really was talented.

"No she's right Britt. This cake is amazing. If I didn't miss your cakes so much I'd display it," Finn laughed, squeezing Brittany's shoulder before dipping his finger in the icing.

Santana frowned. "Watch it Lurch, we need a picture of it first," she complained, shoving him away from the cake.

Finn only smiled, missing their what he liked to call playful banter. He would take Santana being rude to him any day over what he had been through the past years. He turned back to the cake, admiring the way Brittany really captured the moment. The cake was in three circular tiers, one red, one white, and one blue with fondant stars placed around it. On top was a replica of Finn in uniform made from molding chocolate stepping off a military plane. A replica of Rachel was waiting with open arms carrying a sign saying welcome home. Surrounding her were all of Finn's favorite things like footballs, a video game system, a microphone stand etc. also made from molding chocolate.

"Santana do you think you could go one night without insulting my husband," Rachel argued, making her way into the dining room with cake forks and plates.

Santana smiled, shrugging her shoulders.

"It's okay Rach. I kind of missed it. Missed all of this," he admitted, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Rachel sighed and placed the dishware on the table before sitting down. Quinn and Puck entered carrying cups of coffee. Once everyone was seated they began to chow down on Brittany's cake.

"So good," Finn said with a mouthful, laughing at the disgusted face on Rachel.

Brittany blushed. She knew she was a good baker, but she didn't think she was Paula Dean. In high school the only class she felt she excelled in was baking. She took every baking class possible and aced through them like no one else. She won every high school baking competition and was asked by many students' parents to bake cakes for occasions for them.

After her parents had disowned her, she didn't think school was even an option after high school. She knew her grades would never get her into a good college like Santana, and her only other talent was dancing. There were many performing arts schools that would take her, but she didn't want to leave Santana. Santana always told her she should be on stage dancing her heart out, but she chose Santana over that dream. The minute the Pastry Academy offered her a scholarship, she took it without even talking to Santana about it. After years of working hard long hours, she was able to purchase her own bakery with the help of her wife, Quinn, and Rachel.

"Thank you," she said quietly, earning her a confused glance from her wife.

Santana eyed Brittany cautiously. After years of being together, she could read her like a book. She knew Brittany never felt accomplished when it came to baking because it came so easy to her. It was the only thing in life she didn't have struggle with. Santana had always pictured them living in Los Angeles, Brittany on stage and her in some big law firm making billions off celebrity marriages. When Brittany had told her she turned down every performing arts school she was accepted into, it made her furious. But with all that had happened with Brittany's parents, she gave her time. But giving her time had only pushed her further away from the dancing world.

Santana had struggled as well after high school. She was a smart girl, but there were a lot of smart people at her college and she often felt intimidated by the competition. She knew her and Brittany would have never made without the support of her parents. They funded them both an apartment and never asked for the money back. Things were hard in the beginning of their marriage until she received her law degree. She didn't feel worthy of Brittany until that piece of paper was in her hands.

"So did no one notice Puck's crap laying around," Quinn joked, gesturing with her hands to numerous 'guy' things lying around her house.

Puck smirked, sticking his finger in some icing before dabbing it on Quinn's nose.

Santana smiled, loving the fact that her friends were coming together again.

"Puck did you move back in?" Brittany asked excitedly, jumping up from her chair to hug him around the neck.

"I did," he grinned, squeezing her arms.

"I knew it was gonna happen, I knew it," she cheered, moving over to Quinn to kiss her cheek.

Everyone laughed, sending their congratulations from their seats. Brittany took her seat again, grabbing Santana's hand under the table and smiling at her. Santana leaned over and pecked her lips, happy that Brittany was happy.

Finn smiled, then realized something. "Hey I still need to meet Lily."


"Say Uncle Finn, Uncle Finn," Finn repeated, holding Lily up to his face.

She shot him a flirty smile, leaning towards him to kiss his cheek. The room awed, making her giggle.

"She loves her Uncle Finn, don't you Lil," Brittany laughed, patting her on her bottom.

"Finn," she yelled, raising her arms in the arm.

Everyone clapped and Santana noticed Rachel gleaming in the corner. She walked over, taking her by the arm and led her into her office down the hall. Brittany and Finn continued to play with the children, not even realizing their disappearance.

"Santana what are you doing?" Rachel asked, once they got inside.

Santana smiled. "I see it. I see it on your face," she laughed before taking a seat on top of her desk.

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "See what?"

"You want a baby. And I totally think you guys should go for it. I mean now's the perfect time," she said, surprising even herself how excited she was about this.

Rachel held up her hand. "Hold on. I told you Finn and I don't want children. We're too selfish to be parents. You know that," she said crossing her arms across her chest.

"What are you talking about? You're both great with children," she yelled, attitude rising in her voice. She hated when Rachel argued back and forth with her. It annoyed her to no end.

"No Santana," Rachel yelled, turning to leave, but Santana caught her arm.

"What the hell Rachel," Santana said, squinting her eyes in confusion.

Rachel whipped her head around. "We can't. We can't get pregnant with each other. We've tried. The doctor said we could have babies with other partners, but for some reason our parts or whatever doesn't match up. We can't have children Santana. There are you happy I said it," she yelled, causing Santana to retract her arm.

"Rach," she said softly, not knowing what to say.

Rachel turned her head to the side, tears making their way down her face. "It's alright. We've gotten over it," she whispered, reaching her hand up to wipe away the tears.

Santana shook her head, reaching out to pull the girl into her arms. Rachel wrapped herself into Santana, knowing this opportunity would be rare. "We've known for a while obviously but it was just easier to tell everyone that we don't want children," she admitted.

Santana rocked them back and forth gently, rubbing her hand up and down Rachel's back.


"Why didn't they tell us?" Brittany asked from her side of the bed that night. She was still in shock at the information Santana had told her.

Santana sighed, reaching over to cup Brittany's cheek. "Lots of reasons baby. They just didn't know how to deal with it though," she said rubbing her finger across Brittany's cheek.

"I can't believe this. She's been holding that in for so long and we never even noticed. I just don't understand," she whispered, a few tears falling from her eyes.

Santana scooted closer, leaning her head against Brittany chest and stroking her hand up and down her arm. The two sat in silence, both caught in their own thoughts.

Brittany leaned her head into Santana while gently running her fingers through her hair. "Maybe they could adopt," she thought aloud, raising her head from Santana.

Santana smiled. "Britt I'm sure they know their options. It's not our business baby. Whatever they decide we'll be there, but we're not gonna pump information at them. Imagine how you would have felt if they butted in about James," she said, thinking that now wouldn't be a sore subject for her wife.

Brittany pulled away, shooting a glare to her wife. "That's different Santana," she said, her words cold and bitter.

Santana sat up and leaned back against her pillow. "Britt I'm just saying that sometimes it's better to let people deal with their own problems," she said shortly, not liking the attitude she was receiving from Brittany. She reached over to turn off the lamp on her night table.

Brittany sneered, reaching for her light as well. "Yeah look how good that did us," she mumbled before roughly turning away from Santana.

Santana let out a deep sigh, staring at the alarm clock on her night table while darkness surrounded them. She wanted to snap at that comment, but she didn't. The entire night consisted of them tirelessly sighing back and forth with little sleep.


The next morning Brittany made sure to make a lot of noise around their room as she got ready. If she wasn't going to get to sleep, neither was Santana. She roughly opened and closed her drawers, pulling out her attire for the day.

Santana jumped up at the slamming of something. She squinted her eyes, looking around the room for the noise. When she saw Brittany moving around the room like a crazy person, she rolled her eyes and dropped her head back to her pillow. "Very mature" she called out.

Brittany ignored her and continued to loudly get dressed.


"Mama looked I spelled my name," Jake yelled from the kitchen table that afternoon. Santana had pulled out paper and crayons for the kids to draw on while she prepared dinner.

"Jakey not so loud baby. Mama has a headache," Santana said from the island counter as she cut up cucumbers for a salad.

"Mama look I spelled my name," he repeated in a whisper causing Santana to laugh.

She walked around the counter to inspect his work. On the paper read Jake Lopez Pierce. He was going to do great in Kindergarten the next year. "Excellent job bud. Keep up the good work," she said proudly, kissing him on top of his head before walking over to Lily's highchair.

"Beautiful Lil," she acknowledged at the purple scribbles across the page.

Lily smiled up at her mother before putting the crayon towards her mouth. Santana shot her a disapproving look, so the crayon went back to the paper.

"Good job Lily," she whispered, pecking her cheek.

As she made her way back towards the counter, the front door opened. Jake raised his head from his paper excitedly. "Mommy's home," he yelled, jumping off the chair and racing to the front door.

Brittany smiled as she was ambushed by her son, lifting him into her arms as she made her way into the kitchen. "Hi Baby," she said, kissing his cheeks over and over again. She placed him back in his chair before noticing his work. "Awesome job Jake Lopez-Pierce," she said happily.

Santana rolled her eyes from the counter, continuing to chop up vegetables for the salad. She was still annoyed with Brittany and hadn't talked to her all day.

Brittany kissed Lily hello before walking behind the counter next to Santana. She watched her chop for a moment before gently cupping her hand on Santana's shoulder.

Santana stopped what she was doing and looked up to her wife as if to say 'what the hell do you want?'

Brittany sighed realizing Santana was still pissed. "San I'm sorry for acting like a brat last night. You didn't deserve my attitude," she apologized, leaning in to kiss her wife's cheek.

Santana pulled away. "Yeah well I'm sorry I have a headache because I didn't sleep all night," she snapped before piling the vegetables together and throwing them into a bowl.

Brittany bit her bottom lip, nodding her head up and down at Santana's reaction. Sighing, she went back over to their kids to give Santana the space she obviously needed.

Santana continued to cook in silence while Brittany helped the kids clean up and set the table. She forced herself not to smile at how cute Brittany was with the kids and it eventually was starting to get to her. Before they sat down to dinner, she pulled Brittany into a hug. "I accept your apology," she whispered before kissing her temple.

Brittany smiled, snuggling into Santana's embrace. "Thank you."


"So how's things been going with Puck being home?" Santana asked over drinks a few nights later. Her and Quinn decided to meet up after not having seeing one another for a few days.

Quinn smiled, sipping her margarita. "Well the kids couldn't be happier. I don't think I've had to yell at them once since he's been home," she laughed.

Santana grinned shaking her head. "And you?" she asked.

Quinn paused smiling into space. "I've never been happier as well," she admitted bashfully.

Santana held up her glass for them to cheers. "I so happy for you Quinn. You deserve it," she said clinking her glass into Quinn's.

"Yeah let's just hope it stays this way," she said, being her usual worried self.

"There's ups and downs no matter what Q. Things can't be peachy keen all the time. You know that," Santana said, not wanting her friend to set her hopes too high.

"I know. I just don't want him to stray again. I mean that's my only fear. At least with you and Brittany, you both know neither one of you would ever cheat. It isn't in the cards with you guys," Quinn said with a hint of jealously.

"Me and Britt aren't what you should be going by. Yes we are one of the many rare happy always in love couples, but we have our faults too. Everyone does," she lectured.

"I can't believe the letter the Pierce's sent," Quinn said sadly, changing the subject. She hadn't brought it up with Santana yet.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Britt told you? That was months ago Q," she said, not knowing why it was being brought up now.

"I know but we never really talked about it. Britt told me and even though I could see her hurt, she wouldn't say it. I didn't know whether she was really okay or just saying it," Quinn admitted.

Santana sighed. "Of course she'll never be okay with it. But I think Tina has helped her deal with a lot of her issues with that. We don't really talk about it, but from what she tells me her and Tina touch on that," Santana said while swiping her finger over the rim of the glass to remove the salt.

"It's so weird that Tina is both of our psychiatrists. She really is helpful though. Who knows if Puck and I would be where we're at without her," Quinn laughed.

"Yeah well she better be helpful for what I'm paying," Santana said, before adding, "But Britt's been doing so great, I'd pay anything."

"Yeah she's been doing great at the bakery. She's flying through orders and still having time to help up front," Quinn said.

Santana smiled. "I think she feels a little guilty for when she wasn't there. I'm glad she's into it now though. I would hate to see her lose her creative outlet. Another one anyway," she said still feeling guilt after all these years about Brittany's dancing.

Quinn grabbed Santana's hand across the table. "That wasn't her passion San," she said sincerely.

"No baking was what she was good at but dancing was her passion," Santana recoiled.

Quinn smiled. "You've always been her passion San," she said.

Santana looked at her friend with confusion before realizing what she had meant. Smiling, she shook her head before taking a sip of her drink.


When Santana got home that night, Brittany was sitting in the family room watching TV. She took a seat next to her before kissing her gently on the lips. "Hey baby," she whispered as their lips parted.

Brittany smiled. "Mmm you taste like Tequila," she said raising her eyebrows playfully.

Santana laughed, kissing her again before leaning back into the couch. Brittany took this opportunity to rest against her, snuggling herself into Santana's embrace. The two sat in a comfortable silence watching what was on the TV. Santana ran her fingers through Brittany's hair, leaning down every once and a while to place a kiss on her forehead.

"How was your date with Quinn," Brittany asked after a while.

Santana smiled, recalling the many topics discussed throughout the night. "It was fun. She's really happy with Puck right now so things are looking good," she said, moving her hand from Brittany's hair to rest on side.

Brittany smiled sleepily. "That's good," she whispered while closing her eyes.

"Yeah it is," Santana whispered back, knowing Brittany was close to falling asleep. She gently pushed them up. "Come on, let's go to bed," she said getting up and turning to help Brittany.

They slowly made their way upstairs and to into bed where they snuggled together in a peaceful sleep.