The alarm clock went off again forcing Santana out of bed. Since Brittany was so admit about buying a house Santana made the choice to go back to the firm. Mr. Hanson and Johnson hired her back without any hesitation, which she was grateful for. Santana swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom. After finishing her grueling morning routine the Latina walked into the kitchen, already dressed for the day. Brittany, who was also dressed for work, was wiping the syrup off Bridget's face when her wife walked in the kitchen.

"Good morning my beautiful girls." The Latina kissed Brittany's lips and Bridget's cheek.

"Morning baby. You ready for your first day?"

"More than ready. Are you ready for your day? I know that big shot choreographer is coming in today."

"I'm so ready. Mike and I are going to kill it today."

"I know you're going to be great, baby."

"Thanks, Sanny. I know you're going to be great today too. Are you sure you can handle Bridget being with you?"

"Defiantly. I'm just going to be reviewing cases and doing paper work."

"Okay, if you can't handle it just call Rachel. I packed Bridget's lunch and yours in the diaper bag."

"Thank you and I can handle her."

"If you say so. Are you ready to go, Bridge?" The blonde looked at her daughter. Bridget just smiled in response.

"That's a definite yes. Let's head out."

Brittany carried Bridget down to the cars while Santana carried the diaper bag. It was a pretty emotional goodbye, Bridget didn't want to let go of her mommy. After a few tears, Bridget let go and allowed Santana to buckle her into the car seat. Brittany and Santana kissed one last time before Santana left for work.

When they arrived at the firm Santana flung the heavy diaper bag over her shoulder before getting Bridget. The toddler buried her face in her mother's neck, it was obvious she was still tired. "When we get to my office you can take a nap. Okay?" Bridget nodded and closed her eyes. As Santana walked down the hall she was greeted by the guys. Mark and Steve stood in front of her office with huge smiles.

"Look at the little Lopez! And she brought Bridget too!" Mark smiled ear from ear.

"Shut it, Mark." Santana slapped her work husband on the arm.

"Welcome back."

"Thanks guys. Where is Jason?"

"He went to the Sampson's firm in New Jersey."

"That son of a bi-scuit. They're our top rival."

"Yeah. Johnson didn't have too many kind words to say when he announced it." Mark whispered as Mr. Johnson walked out of his office.

"He doesn't know I brought Bridget. I gotta go inside."

Santana pushed past her friends and walked into her office. She carefully sat Bridget down underneath her desk. "You have to be quiet for a few minutes, okay?" Bridget nodded and rubbed her eyes again. Just as Bridget settled underneath the desk the office door opened and Mr. Johnson appeared.

"Santana, welcome back."

"Thank you, it's nice to be back."

"We've really been struggling since Jason left. It'll be nice to not have to wonder if we'll win cases anymore. You have two clients coming in today. One is a sexual assault case and the other is a magazine saying some major-league pitcher bought prostitutes and he says he didn't. Your pick."

"What's the details of the sexual assault?"

"A former senator says he was raped by a stripper and now she's pregnant with his child. I say go for the magazine one, you'll make more money."

"I think I know my decision already."

"That's the Lopez I know. Just be warned that the pitcher is a very…difficult man. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to." Mr. Johnson smiled before walking out of the Latina's office. Just as he walked out, Mark walked in.

"Why did you bring your kid without the boss man knowing?"

"Because I didn't want to leave her with our friends. I might be working more hours and I just want to spend some time with her."

"You're really something, Lopez. Well if you need any help with her just let me know."

"Will do, Griff."

Six positive pregnancy tests sat on the bathroom counter starring back at her. The blonde felt a single tear fall down her cheek, this couldn't happen to her. "Quinn? Are you okay in there? I know taking pregnancy tests are really confusing. It's also hard trying to pee on the stick." Brittany asked on the other side of the bathroom door. Quinn did her best to collect herself before walking out.

"So?"

"I'm-I'm pregnant. I took all six tests and they were all positive."

"Congratulations! This is so awesome!" Brittany smiled from ear to ear.

"No it's not, Britt. I'm so not ready for a baby."

"But babies are so amazing and so is being pregnant. While I was pregnant Santana would wait on me hand and foot, it was awesome. When the baby finally comes out and it smiles at you for the first time it's like…like…I don't even have anything that amazing to compare to it."

"But I don't have a partner to wait on me hand and foot and to tell me everything is going to be okay."

"I'm telling you it's so amazing being a mom."

"I can't keep it, Britt. But I also can't abort it."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe try to set it up with a family before it's born. The foster system already has too many kids who need homes. I-oh my god, Britt you and San could take it!" Quinn's eyes lit up with pure joy.

"W-what?"

"You and Santana always say you want four babies. This will be one of your babies."

"I-I don't think that's a good idea, Q."

"Why not? You guys are so amazing and I know this baby would go to a wonderful home."

"I don't think it's a good idea because…I'm already pregnant."

"What?!"

"Yeah. San and I talked about it and I went to the doctor's a few weeks ago to get inseminated."

"Well congratulations, Britt!" Quinn hugged her friend.

"Thank you! Please don't tell Santana yet. I want to tell her in a cute way."

"My lips are sealed, Britt."

"Good. After I tell Santana about our baby I'll tell her about yours."

"Thanks, Britt."

"No problem, Q. I would stay and talk but I need to go to the studio. We're having a big choreographer come in and check us out."

"Okay. Have fun and good luck."

Brittany smiled and threw her arms around her friend before leaving for work.

"And that's everything that happened that night. Do you think we could get her arrested?" The older man asked Santana.

"I don't think so. She may be pregnant with your child but that doesn't mean she assaulted you. Without any video evidence or eyewitness testimony, there's nothing I can do."

"You're the third lawyer to tell me that. I appreciate you taking time to speak with me, Mrs. Lopez."

"It was no problem, Mr. Puttens."

They shook hands before the former senator left. Once the door was closed Santana bent down to see how Bridget was doing. The one year old was still sound asleep and holding her stuffed duck. It was almost noon which meant lunch time for the little girl. "Wake up baby. Its lunch time." Santana carefully scooped Bridget into her arms. Bridget tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes while her mother searched the diaper bag for food. "Look at what mommy packed you, B." The Latina pulled out half of a peanut butter sandwich and little chunks of apples.

"Can you eat these without making a mess?"

"Yes!" Bridget yelped. She had gotten better about not making a huge mess when she ate.

Just as Santana reached in the bag for her own lunch there was a knock on the door. "Mrs. Lopez?" A man's voice asked from the other side. Santana sat Bridget underneath her desk quickly. "You gotta be quiet again, baby." Bridget cocked her head to the side. "Shhh?" The tiny Latina whispered. "Yeah, shhh." Just as she sat up straight a very tall man walked in. Santana immediately recognized him from TV and magazines. He was the backup pitcher for the Yankees, he was more known for his temper than his pitching.

"I'm assuming your Santana Lopez since that's the name on the door?"

"Yes, that's me. You must be David Harvey."

"Yeah I am." He sat down without shaking Santana's hand which was a major pet peeve of hers.

"Will you tell me why you're suing this particular magazine?" David rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Because they printed lies about me. I bought strippers to come home with me. That dumb fucking magazine said I bought hookers. There's a difference."

"Okay. Would you be able to get in touch with the women who you…hired from the night?"

"Duh. They're strippers, all they do is stay at the club and take their clothes off."

"Wonderful." Santana growled through clenched teeth. "Did you have any friends with you that night?"

"Yeah I did. My buddy Chris totally banged this hot ginger. She was a solid nine."

"Okay. Would he be able to go on the stand and say they were strippers?"

"Totally."

"Well I think we have enough evidence to prove that they were strippers and not prostitutes."

"Wicked. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Why should I pick you to be my lawyer?"

"I'm more than qualified. I've won almost every case I've ever been involved with."

"I'm still not sure. How do I know-"

"Mami, done." Bridget happily announced. David's eyebrows raised hearing a tiny voice out of nowhere.

"What was that?"

"I'm so sorry. I brought my daughter with me today." Santana pulled Bridget into her lap. Peanut butter was all over her hands.

"Hi pretty girl." David's douchebag demeanor flew right out the window when he saw Bridget.

"How old is she?"

"A year and two months."

"Aw they're so cute at that age. My son is turning two next month." The pitcher smiled when Bridget grinned at him.

"You have a son?"

"Yeah. His name is Evan." David quickly pulled out his phone and showed Santana a photo of the boy.

"He's adorable."

"Thank you. He looks a lot like his mom. She-is calling me right now. I would like to hire you Mrs. Lopez. My agent will be in touch." David smiled at Santana and Bridget before leaving her office.

"You're my little lucky charm." The Latina kissed her daughter's cheek making Bridget giggle.

It had been a few days since Santana joined the firm and they finally started to get a schedule down. Since it was the weekend the family got to relax and Brittany had an opportunity to tell Santana about their new bundle of joy. Brittany smiled wildly while looking at Bridget in her new shirt that read 'Only Child until March, 2018'. "Bridget I hope your mami is excited for your new sibling-siblings? We'll figure it out."

"Britt? Where are you?" Santana's tired voice asked from the bedroom.

"In the living room, baby." Brittany sat Bridget down so she could walk to Santana.

"Hey. There are my girls."

"Mami!"

Bridget quickly stood up and walked over to her mami. Brittany waited in anticipation to see her wife's reaction. "Britt where did she get this-oh my god. Brittany you're-you're-" The blonde nodded frantically. "Oh my god." The Latina quickly walked over to Brittany and hugged her with Bridget still in her arms.

"Have you gone to the doctors yet?"

"No. I wanted to wait until I told you."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too. There is something I want to talk to you about."

"Is it about our house situation?"

"No, it's about our family."

"Oh. Okay."

"I want you to listen to me before you make your decision."

"Okay?"

"Quinn is pregnant and she doesn't want to keep her baby. She doesn't want an abortion and she doesn't want to put it into foster care. She wants us to keep her baby because we can give it a good life. I told her I would talk to you about it."

"Holy shit I can't believe Q is pregnant."

"I know. Do you think we should take her baby?"

"Yes and no. If we take it we'll have three kids under two but if we don't Quinn will have to give it up. What do you think, B?"

"I think we should. Quinn will relax if she knows the baby will have a good home so she'll have a healthy pregnancy."

"I think we should sit on this a little longer."

"That's okay. I just want our family to be happy." The blonde said as she smoothed down Bridget's hair.

"Me too, B."

Santana kissed her wife sweetly. After they broke away the Latina got down on one knee in front of her wife and kissed her still flat tummy and then Bridget. "I love the three of you." Santana smiled at Brittany until Bridget wiggled in her arms. "I do too." Bridget leaned forward and kissed Brittany's stomach like Santana did. Both women 'awwed' at their daughter's cuteness. Their family was only going to get cutter.

Hey guys! This is probably the last update of 2016 but don't worry I'll be back in 2017 ;)

Important questions: 1. Do you think Brittana should adopt Quinn's baby? Please tell me your thoughts. 2. What do you think they should name baby 2 (and possibly 3)? Please send me names for boys and girls.

Happy holidays and happy New Year everyone!