"Ask your mother Gabby I'm a little busy here. I know I brought my checkbook," Rachel said, not looking up from where she was digging in her purse.
"Mami?" Gabriella said turning to Santana who was waiting for her twin brother Gabe to come out of the changing stall.
"It's in my purse Babe," Santana said looking first to her wife and then to her daughter. "Not over my dead body, in fact, not even then, because I would rise up like a zombie just to tell you no," the Latina said shaking her head at the teenager.
"Oh come on Mami! All the other girls in my class have this same bikini," Gabby whined, crossing her arms.
"Well that's because all the other girls in your class have skanky mothers," Santana said rolling her eyes.
"Love, we're not going to get into the bake sale argument again are we? Because I promise you, cross my heart, that they didn't mean to drop your brownies," Rachel said sighing and then looking up, only for her eyes to widen comically. "Gabriella Maria Lopez go take that off right this second or you're wearing my old swimsuit for the rest of the summer!"
"I'd do it Gabby. If I remember correctly it had sleeves and a built in skirt," Santana said chuckling and running her hand through her hair.
"Wait is Gabby getting in trouble?" Gabe said suddenly walking out of the changing room in a pair of blue trunks.
"She is, and you will be too Gabriel if you don't mind your own business," Rachel said snapping at the boy, who simply held his hands up and backed into his changing stall.
"I love it when you get angry," Santana said kissing her wife as their daughter stomped off.
"You love me no matter what. And my batching suit was not that bad," Rachel huffed crossing her arms.
"Baby it had a bedazzled kitten on the front of it holding a beach ball," Santana said raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah," Rachel said frowning.
"I'm finding another one! I promise! I'll find another," came Gabriella's sudden panicked yelp.