Chapter 10
Epilogue
A soft hum drifted from the balcony, the sound wisping into Brittany's ears as she lay on the bed, bare legs exposed as the thin blue sheet of the bed was draped over her stomach. She smiled as she watched Santana stand on the balcony with a wreath of flowers around her ankle and wearing nothing but a t-shirt. It felt weird to Brittany. Being in Hawaii, in the heat after being in London for so long, in the cold.
After seven years together, Brittany had finally decided to propose. And now, here they were a year later, on their honeymoon. Their wedding was beautiful. In London, outside in the snow. It was awfully cold but it was absolutely exquisite.
Brittany inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled with a sigh.
"Baby," she whispered gently, but still loud enough for the woman on the balcony to hear. Santana turned her head and smiled at her wife, turning her body around fully and leaning against the railing on the balcony, "Come back to bed."
"I'm not sure... this view's pretty hot." She said with a cheeky smile. Brittany smiled as well and leaned up on her elbows.
"I brought something with and I wanna do a show for you so you have to get back into bed." Brittany said. Santana's eyes widened excitedly and she moved inside, closing the balcony doors behind her before skipping over to the bed and climbing in, "Take your shirt off."
The latina obeyed and then proceeded to lean against the headboard.
"Are you really gonna do a show for me?" Santana asked.
"Mmhm.." the blonde hummed as she climbed out of the bed, her naked form moving over to her suitcase and bending over, giving Santana the perfect view of her ass.
"What kind of show?" The brunette asked.
"A fashion show!" Brittany squealed as she yanked a bag out of her suitcase and scurried off toward the bathroom, walking in and closing the door behind her. Santana chuckled and sighed as she listened to Brittany hurriedly getting dressed in the bathroom, "Okay, I'm almost dressed! Are you ready?"
"Mmhm! Totally ready." Santana answered with a silent giggle.
"Okay! Here I come!" Brittany called before the bathroom door opened a blonde head peaked out, mischevous blue eyes sparkling along with a cheeky smile, "Guess what I'm wearing?"
"Lingerie?"
"Nope. Look!" Brittany said as she stepped in front of the door, showing herself to her wife who chuckled.
"A onesie? Babe, you look so cute!" Santana said with a soft chuckle. Brittany smiled widely before raising her eyebrow, "What?"
"You only noticed the onesie?" Brittany asked, looking down at her feet.
"Oh wow.." Santana said as she looked at the shoes on her blonde's feet, "I haven't seen those since packing in New York."
Brittany smiled and moved over to the bed, climbing in and taking off the shoes, handing them to her wife. Santana took the shoes from Brittany and looked at them with a nostalgic smile.
Her Clumsy Red Shoes.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. This was unfortunately the last chapter but I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to read my other stories.
Thank you so much for reading! Xx