December 1st
"Babababa." Santana's eyes shot open to find Bridget face to face with her. The Mini-Santana was laying on her back smiling at her mami. "How did you get in here?" Santana flipped over so she was laying on her side. As she looked down at the smaller Latina Santana noticed a note with her name on it resting on Brittany's pillow. Santana quickly grabbed the note while pulling Bridget close to her.
Hey San, I hope you don't mind the little guest in our bed. I woke up this morning and remembered we have no groceries. Don't worry I fed Bridget some breastmilk so she's good. It'll be home at noon. I wuv youuuu!
-Brittany
"Well Bridget, your mommy left us for the morning. What do you want to do?" Bridget looked at Santana with a toothy grin. "Wanna go watch SpongeBob?" The tiny Latina's eyes widened when she recognized the name. "I'll take that as a yes. Come on." Santana picked Bridget up and carried her into the living room. Santana took her usual spot on the floor a few feet away from the TV while Bridget sat in front of her. Soon SpongeBob was on TV and Bridget's eyes were glued to the talking yellow sponge.
A few minutes into the show Santana lost interest and just starred at the ceiling. Santana was just about to fall back asleep when she felt a little leg bump her left arm that was outstretched. The Latina turned her head to see Bridget crawling away. Santana and Brittany were surprised when they got back from Ohio Bridget jumped right into crawling like a pro. "Hey little miss, where do you think you're going?" Santana had a hold on the leg of Bridget's onesie with ducks on it so she couldn't continue to crawl away. Bridget grunted at her mami before trying to crawl away again but was obviously stopped by Santana.
"Hey, you're not going anywhere without me." The Latina let go of her daughter's outfit and stood up. Santana watched Bridget crawl back down the hall, into her room. Of course there were toys laying all over the floor along with several outfits. Bridget crawled over to her pink checkered toy box and grabbed the sippy cup in front of it. The tiny Latina turned towards Santana and held the sippy cup that had monkey's all over it. "Oh you want something to drink. Since mommy isn't home we can have some apple juice. How does that sound?" Brittany didn't like the idea of giving Bridget juice since it had so much sugar in it but Santana knew there were worse things they could give their baby. Bridget flashed her toothy smile which now consisted of two front teeth along with the two bottom. Santana picked her daughter up and carried her into the kitchen so she could pour the promised apple juice.
"Here you go, B. Three ounces of apple juice." Santana made sure the lid was secularly on before handing it over. Bridget quickly took a drink from the sippy cup. When they first introduced the sippy cup it confused the hell out of Bridget. After a few days and countless demonstrations from both mother's Bridget figured out how to drink from the cup. The duo retreated back into the living room, this time Santana sat on the couch. Santana's back rested against the arm rest while her knees were bended so Bridget could lay on them while still being able to watch SpongeBob.
"Are you sure you don't want help carrying the grocery's inside your apartment?" The apartment building's manager asked as he sat down four bags of groceries outside the apartment.
"My wife will help me carry them in. Thank you so much."
"You're very welcome Mrs. Lopez. Have a nice day."
"You too."
Brittany unlocked the apartment door and was welcomed by Santana in the planking position, hovering over Bridget and blowing raspberry's on her naked tummy. The tiny Latina was giggling hysterically and flaring her little arms.
"I don't mean to interrupt this adorable moment but can you help me, San?"
"Yeah I can." Santana said laughing at her daughter. Santana jumped her feet to her hands and started helping her wife unload groceries.
"So what have you two been up to?"
"Nothing much. We watched SpongeBob for a little bit, cuddled and played." Santana grabbed a handful of bags and ran them over to the kitchen.
"Sounds like you had a good time. I hope she didn't-."
"Mmmmm." Bridget groaned, she was getting hungry again. Brittany and Santana were too busy running back and forth to hear the groan.
"I bought stuff to make spaghetti, chicken alfredo and mac n cheese. You weren't awake to give me a list of stuff you wanted so I just guessed."
"Britt, I'll eat anything you make. You're the best cook ever." Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and kissed her cheek.
"Mmmaaa." Bridget groaned again. Still no response.
"Oh and I found our outfits for the Christmas card! I bought you an elf costume and Bridget a little reindeer costume."
"I'm not dressing like an elf."
"Yes you are because you love me and our daughter and you want us to have nice family memories." Brittany leaned back and pecked Santana's lips.
"Mama!"
Both women's head snapped towards their daughter in pure shock.
"Britt, did she just…"
"I think she did."
"Mama!" Bridge whined again holding her arms out so she could be picked up.
"Oh my god! San she said her first word!" Brittany sprinted over to her daughter and quickly scooped her up.
"San our baby girl said her first word!" The blonde pressed kisses all over Bridget's face and hugged her tightly. Both women let streams of happy tears roll down their faces as they praised their daughter.
"Mmmmmm."
"She's hungry." Santana pulled back wiping away the happy tears.
"I'll cut her a banana." Brittany smothered Bridget's face in kisses as they walked over to the kitchen.
After Bridget finished her lunch she was put down for a nap by her mothers. Brittany and Santana decided to lay down together on the couch. Santana was lying on the couch while her wife was laying on top of her. Brittany's head was nuzzled in Santana's neck, her lips planting soft kisses every now and again.
"I can't believe it's almost Christmas. It feels like just yesterday it was May and we were brining Bridget home." Santana whispered as she drew circles on Brittany's back with her index finger.
"I know. I'm so excited to get a tree, go shopping and decorating."
"I'm excited to kiss you under the mistletoe."
"Oh really?" Brittany lifted her head up and cocked an eye brow at her wife.
"Yeah. It's one of my favorite parts of Christmas."
"I think we should practice."
Before Santana could respond Brittany's lips were pressed firmly against her own. The kiss was slow and wanting. The only reason the couple pulled away was for air.
"Still think we should practice?" The Latina teased.
"Yeah defiantly." Brittany caught Santana's lips again in a more passionate kiss. The Latina's hands slowly crept down her wife's back until they reached their destination. Santana's hands easily slid under the waistband of Brittany's leggings and found the soft flesh underneath.
"Mmm baby we can't." Brittany groaned, still planting kisses on Santana's face.
"Yeah we can. Bridget is asleep so we won't have any interruptions." When Santana slid her hand into Brittany's panties the blonde clutched her tan wrist.
"I got my period today so you're not allowed to have your hand in there." Brittany released her wife's wrist before burring her face in Santana's neck again. Santana frowned, every time Brittany got her period terrible cramps always plagued the blonde.
"Aw Britt. Have you had any cramps?"
"Yeah…I'm having them right now." The blonde whispered in a soft voice.
"Okay, I'll be right back." Santana kissed the top of her wife's head before sliding out from underneath Brittany. Once Santana left the living room Brittany looked down at her stomach and let out a groan.
"I get it; you want another baby. You're just going to have to wait a while because I want more time with just Bridget and Santana."
A sharp pain shot through Brittany making the blonde curl into a ball.
"Fine, I'll see if Santana wants another baby right now."
"Who are you talking too, baby?" Santana walked back into the living room with a heating pad in her hand.
"No one. Are you sure you want to wait to have another baby?"
"I'm pretty sure, B. Why do you ask?" Santana plugged the heating pad in before handing it to her wife.
"Because my lady parts are mad that there's not a baby in there."
"How about we make it past the terrible two's before we think about another one?" Santana sat down beside Brittany. The blonde placed the heating pad just below her belly button.
"You know Bridget would never do anything terrible. She's too sweet."
"She's bound to get into something she's not supposed to. After all, she is a Lopez."
"That's true. If she's anything like you, we'll be getting tons of calls from the school."
"I hope she's a lot like you, B."
"Why is that?" Brittany sat up and cuddled close to her wife.
"Because you're so sweet and caring."
"Hey, you're sweet and caring too."
"No I'm not, Britt. I'm like a vicious dog."
"Please. You're like a sweet little puppy."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Fine, if you're so vicious dog then don't try and get all cuddly with me." Brittany practically jumped off the couch so she could unplug the heating pad and retreat back to their room.
"Britt, what are you doing?"
"Going to lay in bed by myself. My wife is too vicious to cuddle."
"Noooo. Lay back down." Santana pulled Brittany by the waist back down so she was lying on top of her again.
"Fine so I'm a sweet, cuddly, adorable puppy around you. The second we leave the house though I'm a vicious attack dog." Brittany rolled her eyes and smiled into Santana's neck.
"Whatever you say, San."
December 3rd
"Look at how pretty the snow looks!" Brittany shook with excitement in the passenger seat of Santana's Range Rover. It was the first year since they'd lived in New York that there had actually been snow. They were sitting outside a Christmas tree farm about an hour out of the city. It was the first year they were getting an actual tree so Brittany was beyond excited.
"Can we go now, San?" Brittany asked with her puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, Britt. Did you bring your gloves?"
"Yep and my hat." Brittany pulled her cat ear hat from the backseat.
"Alright, let's try to pick one out fast so we don't freeze to death."
"Good plan. It would really make Christmas sad if we died."
By the time Santana closed her door Brittany was already heading down one of the paths lined with fluffy green trees. As she approached her wife Santana thought about how Bridget would look at maybe three or four, running around looking at trees with Brittany. Just as Santana reached Brittany the blonde quickly turned the corner and continued onto another path. When Santana reached the path the blonde was nowhere in sight. The only person she could see was the man sitting in the payment booth scrolling through his phone. "Britt? Where are you?" The Latina heard snow crunching behind her, she smiled and shook her head. "Come on, Britt-Britt. Don't you wanna go home and cudd-hey!" Santana screeched when a snowball crashed against her neck.
"I got you!" Brittany ran out of nowhere and picked up her wife. The blonde planted kisses all over Santana's face as an apology for hitting her with a snowball.
"You're lucky I love you. That snowball was fucking cold!"
"I'm sorry baby. I love you though."
"Mhm sure you do."
"I do Sanny Bear." Brittany put Santana down but still kept her arms wrapped around the Latina's waist.
"I love you too, Britt. Now let's go find a tree, my boobs are freezing."
Twenty minutes later they decided on a dark green six-foot tree. After giving the man in the booth their information so the tree could be delivered Brittany skipped back to the car while Santana tried not to slip and fall. They were a few minutes away from home when Brittany begged Santana to stop for hot chocolate; of course Santana stopped at Starbucks to fill her wife's request.
"Can we go inside and hang out for a little bit?" Brittany bated her eyelashes while holding her wife's hand.
"As long as we're back before three. Mark's kids fly in at six and he wants plenty of time to get ready for them."
"Okay!" Brittany happily kissed Santana's cheek.
Surprisingly it wasn't really busy inside. There were a few college kids on their laptops along with a couple reading together by the large window. "You order and I'll go claim our booth." Brittany let go of Santana's hand and walked over to "their booth" in the far corner. The blonde slid inside the dimply lit booth where she and Santana spent a good portion of the Latina's college years.
Brittany sat in the booth in the far corner waiting for Santana to come back with their drinks. Santana had just finished the second day of her bar exam and she was a nervous wreck. Brittany on the other hand was excited because they had their doctor's appointment to begin the process of having their baby.
"One vanilla bean Frappuccino." Santana sat the sugar volcano in front of the blonde as she slid across from her in the booth.
"Thank you Sanny."
"You're welcome, B." Santana brought her black coffee with a pinch of sugar to her lips and took a big gulp. Brittany never understood why Santana drank just black coffee when she could drink coffee that didn't taste like dirt.
"When do you find out how you did on your test?"
"Usually in May but there was the bare minimum number of people taking the test. So it could be sooner than that."
"It doesn't matter if you passed or not. You're still the best lawyer and best wife ever." Santana looked up from her coffee and saw Brittany smiling from ear to ear. She didn't know how the blonde did it but she always made her feel better.
"Thanks Britt. You always know how to make me feel better."
"You're my wife, it's my job to know how to make you feel better."
"And it's my job to make you feel better too but since you feel okay, maybe I can make you happier?"
"And how would you do that?" Brittany cocked an eye brow while drinking more of her Frappuccino.
"Maybe we can have one of our super special movie nights?"
"Really?!"
"Mhm."
"Can we get ice cream too?"
"All the ice cream you want."
"Can we put jelly beans, gummy worms and whipped cream on it?"
"We can."
"Can we snuggle up on the couch and kiss?"
"Defiantly." Seeing Brittany's eyes light up made Santana's heart melt.
"Let's go then!"
An hour later Brittany was laying on the couch in between Santana's legs downing her bowl of ice cream. "Why is it called 'The Notebook' when it's not about a notebook?" Brittany sat the bowl down on the table and looked back at Santana. "San, are you crying?" The blonde placed her chin on Santana's chest so she could get a better look. "Yes Britt, I'm crying." Santana quickly wiped her tears away but more kept falling. "Aw baby." Brittany ran her fingers up and down her wife's arm. "Kisses make it better." Brittany quickly adjusted and pressed her lips against Santana's.
"All better?"
"More kisses."
"You want more?"
"Pwease."
"Okay, close your eyes." Immediately Santana shut her eyes and waited for her kiss. While Santana's lips waiting impatiently for the kiss, Brittany put a glob of whipped cream in her hand.
"Get ready for the best kiss ever." Just as Santana's lips wiggled the blonde smeared the whipped cream all over Santana's mouth.
"Britt!"
"Don't worry, I'll clean you up." Brittany started kissing the whipped cream of Santana. The Latina giggled when the blonde allowed her tongue to poke out to lick the cream off.
"All clean."
"Wait Britt, you got a little something." Santana leaned forward and caught Brittany's unsuspecting lips in a passionate kiss. After words Brittany fell back on the couch in a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Santana almost looked hurt. They had only been married a year, there was no way she lost her kissing skills.
"Your tongue tickled my bottom lip."
"That's it. You're officially the most adorable wife in the world."
"Well you're not wrong." Brittany lunged forward and rewrapped herself around her wife. They stayed like that until they both fell asleep watching 'Love Actually.'
"Mama?" Bridge pointed to the picture of Brittany and Santana on their wedding day.
"Yeah those are your mamas. You miss them?"
"Mama." Bridget said, this time sounding sadder.
"Hey little lady, they'll be home soon." Mark walked over to the seven-month-old and picked her up. In the morning when Mark came over Bridget sobbed and wouldn't go anywhere near him. Now she was cuddled up in his chest.
"Mami and mommy are home!" Santana announced as she and Brittany walked in. Bridget's head shot up when she heard her mother's voice. The tiny Latina reached out for either one of her mothers.
"Hey baby girl." Santana took her daughter from her ex work husband.
"Was she good for you?" Brittany asked removing her winter coat and hat.
"She was perfect. I'll admit it started out a little rough when she wouldn't come near me but we pushed through it."
"She's just a little shy. She'll grow out of it."
"Yeah. I'm going to head out so I can get my place ready for the kids. I'll see you on Monday for work, Lopez."
"No you won't."
"It was worth a shot. See you guys later." Mark grabbed his coat and walked out the door leaving the family to themselves.
"Hey San?"
"Yeah Britt?"
"Can we change into our comfy clothes and watch movies together?"
"Of course we can, babe. I'm assuming our little nugget is joining us?"
"Of course!"
"Okay, I'll change her into something comfier and meet you in the bedroom."
"Okay!" Brittany kissed her wife's lips and then her daughter's forehead.
Santana changed Bridget into her green and red stripped onesie, curtesy of Grammy Pierce, before going into her own bedroom. Brittany already put in 'A Christmas Story' and was wearing one of Santana's Columbia University sweatshirts along with grey sweatpants. "You look hot, Britt." Santana sat Bridget down beside the blonde. "I'm actually pretty cold, San." Brittany slid her legs under the comforter and pulled it over Bridget's legs. "No I mean you look hot." Brittany realized what her wife was saying as a blush covered her cheeks. "Oh…thank you." Brittany blushed more even though she didn't understand how she looked hot considering her outfit. Santana slid in bed on the other side of Bridget wearing the same outfit as Brittany.
"Mama." Bridget put her tiny hand on Brittany's side.
"Yes baby?"
"Mmmmm."
"Are you trying to tell me you're hungry?"
"Mmmmm."
"Can you say 'hungry' for me?"
"Hegy?"
"That's a start." Brittany pulled her sweatshirt off revealing her black bra. Santana watched as the blonde unclasped her bra and Bridget immediately latching on.
"Whoa, someone is hungry. I feel like she's about to suck my nipple off."
"Does it hurt?"
"No, it's just a lot of pulling and tugging feeling. It's okay though, she's just trying to get as much out as possible." Brittany ran her fingers through the soft black hair.
Even though Santana was used to watching Brittany breastfeed she still thought it was amazing that Brittany made their daughter's food. After a few minutes Bridget was finished she reached out, wanting Santana to hold her.
"Okay just pretend like I didn't carry you for nine months and I didn't just feed you from my boobs, which are huge because of you."
"Don't get jealous, she loves you so much." Santana carefully laid Bridget's head in the crook of her neck.
"I know she does. I love her and her mami." The blonde leaned over to pressed kisses on her girl's cheeks.
Brittany put her sweatshirt back on and turned the movie on. Halfway through the movie Brittany noticed Santana stopped running her finger up and down the blonde's leg. Brittany looked over to see Santana's head thrown back while Bridget's face was pressed against her mami's neck. "Oh my god, this is too cute!" Brittany quickly grabbed her phone and took pictures of the pair from every angle. She also set the adorable picture as her phone's home screen.
December 5th
"Wow Santana, you look…great." Quinn said trying not to laugh. The Latina was standing in a green elf costume with her arms crossed.
"Shut it Lucy."
"Hey let's not go around throwing the past out. I was just saying you look nice."
"I'm only doing this because it'll make Britt happy."
"I think it's sweet. You put on this front like you're a big badass but when it comes to Britt, you turn into a complete softy."
"I am a badass."
"Sure you are. Is Britt ready?"
"Yes I am!" Brittany stepped out of the bedroom wearing a Santana outfit while holding Bridget who was dressed in a reindeer costume, complete with tiny antlers.
"Oh my god, that is too cute." Both Quinn and Santana's hearts melted at the little girl.
"You guys are going to have the cutest Christmas cards ever."
"Thanks, we are a pretty cute family." Brittany joined her wife in front of their now fully decorated Christmas tree.
"Okay, get ready to smile." Quinn set her camera up and pointed it at the family.
After twenty pictures of the trio in different possess they finally decided on one; Santana and Brittany both holding Bridget with genuine smiles while the tiny Latina laughed. "Alright guys, I'll get these developed for you guys and get them back to you ASAP."
"Thanks Q."
"No problem. So what are your plans for Christmas?"
"Surprisingly our parents are staying in Ohio. They want us to have our first Christmas with Bridget with just us."
"Hell must have frozen over." All the girls laughed since their parents always wanted to see Bridget.
"What are you doing, Quinn?" Brittany asked stripping off her red jacket.
"Just hanging out. My parents are going to Fiji and my sister is still in Europe."
"You're coming up here and celebrating with us." Brittany quickly said.
"I couldn't impose. This is Bridget's first Christmas and-."
"And you're her aunt. You're a part of this family whether you like it or not, Fabray."
"I love being a part of it."
"Good then it's settled. Be up here by nine o'clock. We'll open presents first and then have breakfast."
"Okay. I won't be late."
"If you are you'll have to deal with our little diva." Brittany looked down at Bridget who was busy playing with the fur on her costume.
"I promise I won't be late. Now, I have to go and finish wrapping presents for this little angel." Quinn kissed Bridget's nose making the tiny Latina squeal.
"Bye Q."
"Bye guys."
Once Quinn was gone Santana stripped out of her elf costume and changed into sweats and one of Brittany's shirts. Santana knew that Brittany was more than ready to start decorating the pent house so she started dragging the Christmas lights and tinsel out. Brittany changed into shorts and a t-shirt before changing Bridget into a onesie covered in candy canes, curtesy of Maribel. Brittany sat Bridget in the play pen filled with stuffed animals and other toys so she could help Santana.
Two hours later and what felt like one hundred feet of lights and tensile the pent house was officially decorated. Santana picked Bridget up and pointed out the lights to her. "Doesn't it look pretty, Bridget?" Bridget's brown eyes watched as a set of lights by the kitchen blinked. "It does look pretty but we forgot one decoration." Brittany stepped closer to the pair in the middle of the living room.
"What did we forget? We don't have any other decorations really."
"Mistletoe." Brittany held it above Santana's head and kissed her sweetly.
"Mama!" Bridget yelled, wanting some attention too.
"You want kisses to?" Brittany and Santana gave each other a look before both kissing Bridget's cheeks. Bridget of course squealed out of pure happiness.
"Okay, now that we had our kisses how about we watch some TV?" Santana walked over and shut off the light fixtures so the Christmas lights gave them the light they wanted. Brittany turned on the TV and then closed all the blinds.
"Bob!" Bridget yelled pointing at the TV. Sure enough the SpongeBob Christmas special was on.
"So she can Bob but she can't say 'mommy'? She just hates me." Brittany sat down on the couch. Santana sat down beside her wife and kisses the side of her head.
"She'll say it when she's ready. For now, we're both mama."
"Mama." Bridget repeated leaning into Brittany's side.
"That's right." Brittany kissed the top of her daughter's head. The trio continued to watch SpongeBob until eventually they all fell asleep.
Christmas Eve
"She's so perfect." Santana whispered to her wife. They were cuddled together on the couch watching Bridget play with her own two feet. "I love you, San." Brittany whispered while kissing Santana's cheek.
"I love you too. Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Because you gave me this amazing life. You made me your wife and you made our perfect little girl. Without you I would just be another Lima Loser working at the mall."
"We both know that isn't true. You would still be a hot shot lawyer but instead of having an amazing wife and daughter you would be married to some floosy who hates kids."
"That sounds like the worst life ever." Santana nuzzled into Brittany even more. The thought of being married to another woman made Santana want to vomit.
"You're my girl, Santana. No one else's, just mine."
"Mama!" Bridget starred at her mothers. She just now noticed how close they were and she wanted in on it.
"Okay, I can share you with Bridget too."
"I'm okay with that." Santana kissed Brittany softly. In the middle of the kiss Santana felt a little hand on her shin. The Latina opened her eyes to see Bridget's little arms outstretched just begging to be picked up. Santana pulled away and picked her daughter up. The Latina held Bridget up so her feet rested on her mother's thighs, Bridget excitedly bounced up and down while babbling.
"How do you think she'll do with opening presents tomorrow?" Brittany asked resting her head on her wife's shoulder.
"I think she'll have no problem ripping the paper off and then playing with it."
"I made sure to get a new memory card for the camera. We'll be able to video tape everything."
"Great. I don't want to miss a thing."
"Mama, Bob?"
"Sorry baby, Bob isn't on right now."
"Bob." Bridget stuck out her bottom lip.
"Sorry baby." Brittany ran her finger through Bridget's hair. The tiny Latina started to whimper.
"Aw it's okay Bridget." Santana laid her daughter against her chest and rubbed circles on her back in an attempt to calm Bridget down.
"San we need to get to bed. Santa will be here soon!" Brittany jumped up in excitement.
"That's right. Bridget we need to go to bed so Santa will come."
The two women put their daughter to bed and prepared for Santa. Brittany put out the Christmas cookies and milk on the coffee table while Santana blew out all the candles. "I have a special present for you." The blonde chirped in Santana's ear while they walked to their room. "Oh yeah? What is it?" Santana cocked an eyebrow. "Get in bed and find out." Brittany pushed Santana on the bed and locked the door behind her. Brittany walked into the walk in closet and started searching for Santana's gift. "I want those clothes off you when I come back, San." The blonde yelled searching through one of the many bags.
Santana quickly threw off all her clothes and hid under the covers. A few moments later Brittany stood in the doorway of the closet wearing red lacy lingerie and a Santa hat. "Oh my god." Santana felt her mouth dry at the sight of her incredibly hot wife. The blonde quickly slid under the covers with her wife and pressed her body against Santana's. "Do you like your present?" Brittany purred. "I-I love it." Santana found it harder and harder to breath as her wife peppered her neck with kisses. "Now you get to unwrap me." Brittany smiled devilishly against Santana's neck.
Christmas Morning
Santana managed to tear herself away from her extremely cuddly wife so she could sneak into the living room. Normally Santana would sneak out in the middle of the night to eat the cookies but Brittany really wore her out, resulting in not waking up until eight. The Latina quickly ate the entire plate of cookies and dumped the milk down the sink. Santana then moved Brittany's presents from 'Santa' to the front of the tree. She was grateful her wife never snooped under the tree. Once it looked like Santa left half of his sleigh Santana retreated back to her room to find Brittany wearing an old Cheerios sweatshirt with 'Lopez' on the back.
"Merry Christmas my beautiful wife." The Latina climbed on the bed and sat in her wife's lap.
"Merry Christmas to you too my beautiful wife." Brittany buried her face in Santana's neck while hugging her.
"You smell good, San."
"I smell like you."
"I like it but we should probably shower. Quinn can always tell when we do it. Remember when we did it in the locker room and Quinn knew as soon as we walked out?"
"Yeah I remember. She never let us live that one down."
"Hold tight, San." Brittany carefully climbed out of bed with her wife wrapped around her.
Twenty minutes later Santana and Brittany were changing into their sweats and preparing for the long day ahead. "Mama!" Bridget yelled through the baby monitor. "I'll grab her." Brittany quickly walked into her daughter's room. Bridget was sitting in her crib holding her stuffed duck. "Mama!" the duck was forgotten immediately when Brittany walked up to the crib.
"Merry Christmas! Are you excited for presents?"
"Bababa."
"That's a yes I'm assuming." Brittany changed Bridget's diaper and changed her into a onesie with snowmen on it. The duo walked into the living room to find Santana and Quinn organizing the presents. There were two large piles, one by the couch and one in the middle of the room, and a smaller one on the opposite end of the couch.
"Bridget, look at all the presents for you." Brittany pointed to the large pile of the middle of the floor.
"Mama." Bridget grabbed Brittany's cheeks and kissed her.
"Hey where's my kisses?" Santana asked.
"Yeah and mine too?" Quinn asked.
"You better give them loves too." Brittany carried Bridget over allowing each woman to get a hug and kiss from Bridget.
Once all the presents were organized all three women readied their camera's to watch Bridget open her presents. "Here baby, open this." Brittany sat a fairly large box in front of her daughter. The tiny Latina put both hands on the box and just felt the paper. "You're supposed to rip it, goober." Santana tore a corner off and encouraged Bridget to do the same. It took a few tries before Bridget understood; soon enough she unwrapped a stuffed puppy that talked whenever you touched its stomach. They repeated the process until all of Bridget's presents were unwrapped. The tiny Latina ended up with buildings blocks, a bouncy ball with SpongeBob on it, several new outfits and a truck ton of stuffed animals.
Quinn, Brittany and Santana all opened their presents at the same time. Brittany received a few long sleeved shirts, new dancing shoes, tank tops, short shorts and a new giant unicorn. Quinn got a memory book filled with pictures of the Unholy Trinity from high school, pictures that she and Santana took during their college years and of course all the pictures she had ever taken with Bridget. Santana received several pictures of Brittany and Bridget all dressed up in Central Park, a new jacket and a ton of makeup.
"This is easily the best Christmas I've ever had." Quinn said playing with Bridget and her new blocks.
"Same here. I never thought the Unholy Trinity would spend Christmas together."
"Hey you three, breakfast is ready." Brittany announced pulling cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
"Britt those smell great." Quinn walked into the kitchen holding Bridget.
"Thank you. I bought them from the store myself."
"I'm starving." Santana went to grab one off the pan but Brittany swatted her hand away.
"No, we're going to sit at the table and use plates and forks."
"Fine."
"Whoa." Quinn almost gasped looking at her phone.
"What is it, Quinn?" Santana put the plates down on the kitchen table.
"My sister just texted me and said she's here. She wants me to meet her at her hotel."
"What happened to Europe?"
"I don't know. I'm going to go see her." Quinn carefully sat Bridget down on the floor.
"Okay, tell her she still owes me for the cab ride in Chicago."
"I'll make sure to tell her. Thanks for having me guys."
"You're a part of this family, Quinn. Don't forget."
"I wouldn't dream of it. Bye guys."
"Bye Quinn, stay safe."
"Aren't I always?" Quinn quickly left leaving the trio alone.
"How long has it been since she's seen Dianna?" Brittany placed Bridget in her high chair and put her applesauce in front of her.
"Two years I think. She left sophomore year of college."
"Well I think it'll be good to see her."
"Yeah it defiantly will be."
Once breakfast was over the family just laid around playing with Bridget's new toys. There were several times where Bridget fell asleep because playing with all those toys wore her out. The last time Bridget fell asleep was eight o'clock so Santana and Brittany decided to just put the tiny Latina to bed. They made sure Bridget would stay asleep before they retreated back to their own room. Brittany quickly stripped ever article of clothing off before sliding into bed, she figured Santana deserved another present.
"Hey Britt, will you remind me to call my mom in the morning?" Santana walked out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt that was more like a dress.
"Sure. Get in bed." Brittany held a section of the covers up.
"Someone is bossy." Santana climbed under the covers but didn't touch her wife.
"You like it when I'm bossy."
"Yeah I do. I'm worn out, goodnight Britt."
"Wait!"
"What?" Santana was a little taken back by Brittany.
"I have another present for you."
"Britt, you don't need to-oh!" Suddenly a very naked Brittany was sitting on Santana's naked thighs.
"I want you to come down my chimney tonight."
"Britt no."
"What? Don't you want to eat my Christmas cookie?"
"Brittany if you don't stop I won't have sex with you until your birthday."
"But San, I want you to stuff my stocking."
"Okay that's it." Santana flipped her wife over so she was on top. "You're not getting any until your birthday. I love you and goodnight." Santana kissed Brittany one last time before burying her face in Brittany's neck.
"I know you're joking, San. I love you too and goodnight my Sanny Bear." The blonde kissed her wife's head as she ran her fingers up and down the Latina's back.
"Britt, I almost forgot. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, baby."
Hey guys! I tried my best to make this super fluffy and Christmas-y (it was hard because it's October currently) so let me know how the fluff went! Please review!
