"Grandma, can have cookies?" Dylan skips into the kitchen along with Kelsey, big smiles on both their faces as they look up at Linda. When Linda doesn't answer right away, both of them puff out their bottom lips in cute pouts and give her their best puppy dog eyes.
Linda and James chuckle at the two girls as I give Dylan a stern look, which she catches after a couple of seconds. "Pleaseeeeeeee?" I nod my head at her when she whines out the word and can't help but smile at her adorable actions.
Brittany giggles and wraps her arms around me when I snuggle further into her. "Only one, dinner will be ready soon" Linda finally answers them and hands them both a cookie each, "Santana are your parents coming over?" I look up at her with a smile when she asks me the question.
"Yeah, I think so. I called them last night after you both went to bed and asked them" I answer her, biting my lip slightly as I do so because of Brittany's hand that has found its way to my bare thigh. Since last night when I opened up to Brittany's parents, we just went straight back to acting as if the three years have never happened.
Well, aside from Dylan. But they have both adore her already, along with Kelsey who Dylan has also wrapped around her little finger. "Abuelo?" Dylan's attention is snapped over to me and she is literally bouncing on the spot with excitement over seeing my Papi again.
When Dylan first met my parents the other day, she got along with my Papi really well; they love messing about together. "Yeah baby, their both coming to see us before we go back home tomorrow" I tell her with a sigh, knowing that tomorrow there is going to be many tears coming from the three of us.
I can already see Dylan's eyes starting to water and her bottom lip tremble. "W-what about Mami?" she runs over to me and Brittany, her hands wrapping around Brittany's arm like she is about to run away. Seeing the look of heartbreak and sadness come to my daughters eyes as she looks between Brittany and I, also makes my heart break.
"Mami is coming with us" I tell her softly, lifting her up onto my lap with not much effort at all; my baby is so light. "I promise you, we're not going to go back without her" relief washes over Dylan's face as she wraps her arms around me, making me giggle because now I am wrapped up in my her and Brittany's arms.
Not that I mind. Like at all. Its my favorite place being in their arms; it makes me feel safe. "Promise?" she asks me, still a bit un-sure so she sticks out her tiny pinky finger. I grin and my heart flutters as I hold up mine and wrap it around hers, just like Britt and I used to do.
"Dylan, lets go watch a movie" Kelsey calls to Dylan from across the other side of the kitchen. Dylan wriggles out from my arms and runs after her out of the room. If Kelsey was younger, then they would surely be like a mini Britt and I.
"Their cute together" Brittany comments into my ear, like she is reading my mind. I hum my agreement and bury my face into her neck, softly kissing the exposed skin that is under my lips. "I can't believe this is all actually happening, I've been dreaming of it for the past three years" I stop my kisses and lift my head to look her in the eyes.
Their glossy, but I can still see the happiness and love clearly in them. "Me either, Britt. I am so glad that Quinn bought those tickets and I stopped being a pussy" Brittany giggles at my choice of words and I smile softly at the sound. "I love you and this is where I am meant to be; with you and Dylan" my sentence comes out as a whisper, but I know Brittany still heard me.
She learns forward to connect her lips with mine and brings her hands up to cup the back of my neck. I hum a moan against her lips as I taste her cherry lip-gloss when I run my tongue over her top lip. Brittany smiles and is about to part her lips for me, until we hear a fake-cough, making us both pull apart with tinted-red cheeks.
"Whoa there girls, save it for the bedroom" my eyes widen as James smirks at us both and Linda hits him over the back of the head playfully. "Sorry" he mummers when Linda gives him a glare and I can't help but chuckle because people think that I'm whipped?
I know that I am, but still. He is too. "Whipped" I mouth to him wearing a smirk of my own as he now glares at me. "Saved by the bell" I laugh when the doorbell rings, breaking the staring competition that I started with James and getting up off Brittany's lap to answer it because it is probably my parents.
"Hey Mija" my Mami smiles widely at me when I open the door, leaning to press a kiss to my cheek as I stand aside to let them both in. My Papi kisses my forehead silently and I shut the door before leading them both through to the kitchen.
"Dylan, get in here" I shout through to my daughter as I take my seat back on Brittany's lap. "Mami, Papi. Brittany and I are engaged" I tell them both once they are sat around the island opposite us. The both break out into smiles at the news and look between us both.
My Papi is the first to speak up, "its about time, Nita" I laugh and nod my head in agreement to him.
"Abueloooooooooo" Dylan squeals loudly, running into the room and throwing herself at my Papi whilst laughing loudly. I smile when my Papi stands up and lifts her into his arms, spinning her around earning even louder squeals to come from her.
Whoa, Dylan. My ears. Shit, didn't even know a three year old could be this loud. "Dylan, no demasiado alto. Papi, deja de hacerle cosquillas" I tell them both, wincing slightly as the noise rings through my ears. Yeah, don't mind noise but hell, that girl has definitely got my loud mouth.
"Mami lo siento todo era culpa del abuelo" Dylan mumbles, giving my Papi a look that says 'now look, you got us into trouble from my mommy' making me laugh.
"Hey! que era usted demasiado."
"lo que es lo que tienes puntos?"
"DYLAN!"
A/N: Translations-
Dylan, no demasiado alto. Papi, deja de hacerle cosquillas = Dylan, not too loud. Papi, stop tickling her
mami lo siento todo era culpa del abuelo = sorry mommy was all grandpa fault
hey! que era usted demasiado = hey! it was you too
lo que es lo que tienes puntos? = Whatever do you got dots?
