CHAPTER 28

2 Weeks Later;

I lazily rolled over to my side and blindly searched the night stand for the source of that annoying ringing sound; even though it's about 8:30 in the morning, it's still way too early for all that. After four attempts of flailing my arm about blindly, I finally shut off our alarm and slumped back in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and then shuffled over to my side to see the brunette lying next to me unfazed by the noise.

"Babe, wake up." I mumbled and waited for her to turn over on her back and smile up at me like always, but nothing. I watched carefully as her side rose and fell with each breath she took, noticing that the pattern was just a little different from when I woke up earlier in the night; she was awake, I could definitely tell."So it's gonna be like that?" I snickered as I hovered over her, watching to see if her lips would twitch, hinting that she was awake, but nothing again. "Oh, you're getting good." I teased, narrowing my eyes on her as I set my hand on her hip and shook her a little. "But foreal, time to wake up.."

"Ermph." She grumbled as she rolled away from me and buried her face in her pillows.

"Saaaan.." I sighed and shuffled closer to her side of the bed where she was trying to escape me. "You have to wake up now.."

"Uh-uh, you wake up." She mumbled sassily against her pillows in her sleepy voice, causing me to giggle. She has the cutest sleepy voice.

"Baby, I am awake." I replied trying to stifle my laughter then rubbed at her back a little, "Come on, we'll be late to our first day back if we don't start getting ready now."

"Can't our first day be like tomorrow instead?" She asked as she finally picked her head up from her pillows and rolled over to face me, her hair all in a disheveled mess and her eyes barely staying open. "Or maybe next week?" She pouted as I ran my hand through her hair then cupped her cheek, "We can totally do that, I'm like the boss you know. I make the laws..of the land." She huffed as she leaned in against my hand while I just ran my thumb over her cheek bone, letting her get all her sleepy talk out.

"Mhm, I know, but how are you supposed to win a Grammy lying in bed all day?" I asked as she fell back against the pillows and rubbed at her eyes. "I don't think that German guy won your Grammy by skipping work.." I shrugged then kicked off the sheets and pushed myself up from the bed making San turn to me and whimper. "Plus, we can't have our morning quickie if you're not going to get up." I sighed dramatically, "I guess me and the shower head will be spending a lot of time together then."

"I'll get the water started!" San gasped, suddenly more awake than ever, then threw the covers off of her and bolted to the bathroom in record time. I smirked to myself as I watched her move so quickly; nothing wakes San up faster than shower sex.

2 Hours Later;

"We're driving today?" I asked as I followed San downstairs, turning the corner to head to the garage instead of walking out on to the sidewalk.

"Yeah, I feel like I haven't driven my baby in ages." She shrugged and started twirling her car keys around on her pointer finger.

"Ages?" I asked innocently, "You just drove me crazy like an hour ago.."

"Britt.." She laughed, looking over her shoulder to smirk at me but I was already winking. "You're funny."

"You love it." I teased as I quickened my pace to walk right next to her.

"I do." She giggled, clutching my hand in her own.

"Oh, that sounds familiar." I joked as we approached her shiny black 1967 Ford Mustang with a white racing stripe down the middle of the hood. "Can I drive?"

"What?" She gasped and turned to me with wide eyes.

"What?" I mimicked with a shrug, "I'm totally a good drive, San, really!"

"I-uhh-I don't know.." She drawled out as she looked down at the keys in the palm of her hand then back up at me.

"You don't trust me?" I pouted at her hesitance.

"N-No, of course I do," She answered frantically shaking her head, "It's just, it's a stick..do you know how to drive a stick?"

"Do I know how to drive a stick?" I mocked teasingly as I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"I don't know, B, that's why I'm asking." She laughed along with me.

"Babe, I can definitely work a stick." I replied confidently as I smiled down at her with a proud grin.

"Wanky." She giggled; slowly shaking her head then looked up at me with lustful eyes, "Are you hinting that we should invest in a strap-on?"

"I'm hinting that you should hand me the keys before we're going at it on the hood of your car." I husked as I eyed her full lips while licking my own then looked down at the keys in her palm.

"Okay, okay, here. Take'em!" She sighed and handed over the keys, "Just be careful, Britt. No dancing."

"Yes, ma'am!" I squeaked and scurried over around the driver's side of the car while San hopped in on the passenger side. "Oh man, I'm so excited!" I giggled, wiggling around in the seat. I got myself situated; adjusting the mirrors and seat before reaching for my seat belt. "Click it or ticket, San." I said and motioned for her to buckle up. She complied with a giggle while I stuck the key in the ignition and started up the engine then revved it a couple times. "Ooh, did you hear that? He likes me!" I joked as I ran my hand against the dashboard, petting it.

"Damn, I'm loving this already." San sighed as she turned to look at me with one of her brows quirked which is one of her tell-tell signs of being turned on. "By the way, he is actually a she.."

"Really?" I asked quirking my brow at her, "I always thought of it as guy?"

"Nope," She shrugged, running her hand along the dash, "I only ride girls, so definitely a girl."

"Op, yeah, that is true." I giggled as I pressed my foot on the gas a little again and got acquainted with all the buttons and levers.

"You are so hot right now." She groaned making me turn to her with a smirk.

"You like that?" I rasped as I griped the steering wheel with both hands and wiggled my brows at her suggestively then pressed my foot on the gas a little more to make the car shake.

"Sweet baby Jesus, why did I not think of this before? It's like a combination of my two favorite things!" She moaned then went to the glove box to pull out her aviators. "Here, put these on too."

"You do it." I said, keeping my hands on the wheel then leaned over to her, lowering my head so she could reach. She slid them on gently, careful not to gouge me in the eye then leaned back to not-so-subtly check me out. "Like what you see, hot stuff?" I teased as I sat upright and started to back out of the parking spot.

"I'm so turned on right now, it's ridiculous." She sighed as I felt her eyes watching me; all I could do was smirk. "Damn, now I know how you feel whenever we drive to work instead.."

"Well, keep your hands to yourself, I'm concentrating!" I answered over the roar of the engine as I turned the wheel with one hand while my other was on the gear shift then accelerated smoothly out on to the street.

Surprisingly, we actually made it to work on time! We entered through the back door, just in case reporters were posted up in the front of the building, and then greeted everyone as we made our way to the lobby to see Tina and Jenna before heading off to our separate sides of the building.

"Britt, hey!" Jeremy called as I pushed open the door to the studio where he and the rest of the dancers were already stretching out.

"Britt's back!" A few other dancers cheered while others yelled out how happy they were.

"Well then!" Jeremy huffed, feigning hurt, "You guys act like I'm not equally as awesome." He added with a laugh and smiled over to me.

"Britt's totally more awesome." A few girls giggled as they came over to hug me.

"Awh, be nice to Jeremy!" I cooed as I passed out hugs. After everyone rushed at me with their 'welcome back' greetings and complimented me on my awesome tan I got while on vacation, I finally dropped my duffle bag over by my desk and rejoined the group for stretches.

"So, how was it?" Jeremy asked as he reached out for his toes to stretch out his back.

"Amazing." I smiled, already running through flashbacks. "Like, it was super awesome."

"That's cool, where'd you guys go anyway?" He questioned, holding out his arm then crossing it over his chest. "Wasn't it a surprise?"

"Yeah, it was." I nodded as I mimicked his stretch, "We went to Hawaii!"

"No way?" He grinned, "I've always wanted to go there!"

"Yeah, I'd never been but San has, I think twice before she said, I'd totally move out there." I shrugged. "But it was really cool! We stayed at this hotel called The Royal Hawaiian, top floor, it was so freaking nice! The view we had was beautiful."

"Oh, isn't that the pink hotel?" Jeremy asked as he stretched out his legs.

"Yeah, that's the one." I nodded, "Since San didn't let me pick pink as one of the colors for the color scheme at the wedding, she planned for us to stay at a pink hotel. She's so sweet."

"How thoughtful of her." He teased and motioned for me to go on.

"We went to this luau, like an authentic one, sort of, and I learned how to hula dance! You know how the dancers go out in the crowd and ask for volunteers? Well, I guess a few of them knew who I was, and with San totally forcing me to go up, I was brought on stage and they gave me like the crash course. San loved it, but I think that's only because they got me to wear a coconut bra and grass skirt." I snickered, "That woman, I swear, she has no control of her leering."

"Wow, really?" He laughed, "We should incorporate that in the routine!" He joked then gestured for me to continue.

"I really wanted to try the fire dancing, because how cool is that? But San said that being as clumsy as I am, I'd probably burn up the dance floor and not in a good way." Jeremy laughed out again, griping his side.

"I could actually picture that happening, is that bad?"

"Shut it." I snickered, "We also went snorkeling at this one bay that started with an H and it was really fun to say, but I might've forgotten it by now, actually yeah, I lost it. But there were all these colorful fish, they were so cute! San got freaked out when one of them touched her though, so freaked out that she tried to scream but forgot she was under water and swallowed like a ton of it. I'm pretty sure she swallowed the poor little fishy too.." I giggled. "But she did learn how to surf, somewhat. Totally hot by the way, I don't think I've ever seen anything so hot in my li-"

"Got it." Jeremy sighed, "Your wife is hot, I understand." He laughed while I grinned at the title he gave her. Still getting used to that. "What else happened? You guys hike up a mountain or anything?"

"Oh yeah! We walked up a volcano! I was a little nervous because they said it was still active and I don't know, that didn't sound too good to me, but we went up there anyway." I shrugged then leaned back on my arms, "Very windy, like it was crazy how windy it was up there! Our hair was whipping all over the place, and we were so high up that our ears were popping."

"Wow, that happens?" He asked with a brow quirked.

"I guess so," I shrugged, "But sex was still the same, maybe even better." Jeremy slapped a hand to his face and shook his head, "What? You asked what happened, it's really hard to talk about it when we were pretty much going at it like rabbits."

"Britt!" He laughed, "I don't think you're supposed to be telling me all you did.."

"Whatever, it was a honeymoon. What else do you think happens on a honeymoon, especially on me and San's?" I shrugged and continued stretching in silence. "Hey, do you think having sex on a mountain makes us part of the mile high club?"

"Alright!" Jeremy huffed, all flustered and trying to keep from laughing, then moved to the other side of the dancers.

"What?! It was a serious question!" I giggled at how embarrassed I just made him. A few hours later, Jeremy was running through how far he had gotten with teaching the new routines set for the Mercedes's new music video that was supposed to be shot sometime next week or the week after.

"And that's the last 8 count we went through." He said as he stopped the music.

"Looks great, we might need to change up the last bit, I don't like where the girls one the left ended. Maybe we can do some type of lifts to switch positions? I don't know yet, I'll figure it out." I said, tapping my finger to my chin. "Let's run through the whole thing again." Jeremy nodded and hit the music again from the beginning. I watched carefully, walking around monitoring each person's steps, all while trying to work out a plan in my head. "Okay, got it!" I clapped and gestured for Jeremy to pause the music. "I'm scrapping the whole thing, I just thought of something better." I shrugged as I waved Jeremy over and for the group to come closer.

Another couple hours went by and the new routine looks way better than what I had originally choreographed; I may have or may not have added a little hula dancing but whatever. We were about half way through the third 8 count when the door of the studio swung open and in came my beautiful wife.

"Hey wifey." She called as she walked in, heels clicking against the hardwood floor, "Mind if I sit in?" She asked as she positioned herself at the end of my desk and leaned back on it.

"Do I risk losing my job if I say no?" I teased as I looked over my shoulder at her and smirked.

"Maybe." She shrugged then nodded for me to pay attention to my dancers. I rolled my eyes playfully at her then went back to instructing. I walked around again, searching for any mistakes or missteps, but so far everyone was doing great.

"Looks good, let's get on to the next count." I clapped then positioned myself in front of the dancers while Jeremy followed suit. We were all facing the giant mirror where I could just so happen to see San's reflection off to the side, watching me with lustful eyes. I looked up at her, catching eye contact through the mirror then smirked as she rolled her eyes at me. "Okay, let's get started." I laughed and started going through the steps, occasionally throwing in a body roll knowing just what it does to San when I do that. The routine so far was already pretty sexy so I can't be blamed if she starts getting flustered over there, she wanted to watch. I moved my hand around my head, circling around it slowly before letting drop to my side and snapping my fingers back as I slid out my foot against the floor and rotated my hip extremely slow then let the rest of my body roll too as I spun around in a circle. I caught her eyes staring at me again as I peeked up in the mirror; she had her legs clamped tight together and this unreadable expression on her face that really confused me, but I didn't think too much of it as I continued to dance. Next I let my fingers trace down my between my chest down my abs, which were on display because of the sports bra I had on, and then flicked my hand out to snap again. Just as I was about to get really into it, I heard heels clicking fast against the hardwood floor and the door slam shut. Startled, I quickly stopped my movements and looked towards the door with raised brows and wide eyes. I looked over to Jeremy but he had the same look of confusion. Did I make her mad or something, I thought, maybe my dancing was too much?

"Uhm, that's all for now." I mumbled and went to shut off the music, "Good job, guys, enjoy your lunch." I clapped and shuffled over to my desk for my towel and bottle of water before walking my way right for San's office. Just as I walked down the hall, I saw Jenna emerge.

"Oh hey, Brittany!" She greeted as she walked pass holding up her lunch bag, "Lunch time." I smiled and nodded to her as we passed each other, but then it faltered as I reached San's office door.

"Knock, knock." I said softly, tapping my knuckles at the wood and poking my head in. She looked up at me from behind her desk with the tip of her pen in between her teeth. "Can I come in?"

"Mhm." She mumbled and plucked the pen from her mouth and set it down. I walked in hesitantly, eyeing her behavior trying to see if I had made her mad or something, but it didn't really look like I had. "What's up?"

"Uhh..I don't know, you tell me?" I questioned as I dabbed at my sweaty brow with my towel. "You like stormed out right in the middle of practice, you didn't even say 'bye' or anything." I shrugged when she quirked her brow. "Did I make you mad? Was the routine too much?" She pressed her lips together forming a smirk then pushed herself up from her big leather chair to walk over to me, setting her hands on my hips.

"You didn't make me mad." She smiled up at me brightly, "You made me horny as hell." She husked as her eyes started slowly making their way down from my eyes to my lips then back up at my eyes.

"Ohhh.." I sighed then smiled bashfully. Of course. As her hands started slipping around to my back, her nails dragging against my exposed sticky skin, "No wait, I'm sweaty and gross."

"How many times do I have to tell you, babe?" She moaned against my ear as she nibbled a little on my lobe, "That's my favorite way of having you." My breath hitched at the sound of her low tone then swallowed thickly as she spun me around and pressed me against the edge of her desk with her standing between my legs. I stumbled back a bit, but her hands on my back kept me upright.

"I-uhh-aren't you worried about Jenna walking in?" I sighed trying to keep my hands from ripping off her blouse.

"She's on lunch."

"Mmm, oh yeah, right." I groaned as her kisses on my neck began to turn sloppy. "What about you? Aren't you going to get something to eat too? I know you get grouchy when you don't eat.." I rambled as her hands came out from around my back and rested on my thighs.

"Well, if you'd just stop talking, I can eat." She teased as her fingers curled into my sweat pants and panties at the same time.

"S-S-San..We can't..we need to get ba-mmm-ack to work.." I whined uncontrollably as she dropped to her knees in record time, kissing at the insides of my thighs, and inched closer to my suddenly throbbing core.

"Shh, I'm on my lunch break." She grumbled, her breath hitting my center, making me buck my hips, "And you know I get grouchy if I don't eat.." She teased again and swiped her tongue up through slick folds. I let out a shaky sigh and dropped back against her desk still griping the edge of the desk. It's safe to say, she was definitely not mad at me.

5 Hours Later;

"B, we don't need all these paper towels..you do realize that this is a 12 count, right?" San asked as she looked into our shopping cart that was now filled with the giant thing of paper towels.

"You can never have enough paper towels." I shrugged looking down at the package, "Plus if we buy a whole bunch now, we won't have to buy more next time!" I chirped as I turned my hopeful smile to San. She just giggled and shook her head.

"I like that you're trying to think ahead, Britt, but unless you're planning on spilling 47 jugs of fruit punch on our kitchen floor then I don't think we'll need that many."

"It's better to be safe than sorry!" I replied crossing my arms over my chest.

"Ugh fine..at least just get a 6 count..this big ass package is taking up way too much space." She sighed as she turned away to face the wall of paper towels, "I don't want to be one of those couples who shops with two carts."

"Okay, fine.." I chirped and reached in for the pack when I noticed a tiny brunette smiling up at me.

"Wow, you're Brittany!" She said in awe as I lifted out the paper towels over her head with ease. I set it back on the shelf, still keeping my eye on the kid, then smiled.

"Hi!" I greeted cheerfully and sank to my knees so I wasn't towering over the girl. If it was possible, the girl's smile grew even bigger when I got somewhat eye level.

"C-C-Can I have your autograph?" She stammered as she stretched her hands out to me shakily.

"Sure thing!" I answered happily and took up her pen and paper, "What's your name, hun?"

"I-uh-It's Niya." She answered bashfully, her hands fumbling nervously.

"Ooh, Niya, that's a really pretty name, right San?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder up at my wife who was smiling proudly down at me.

"Very pretty." She nodded with a smile as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the handle of our cart.

"So, Niya, I'm super awful at spelling, you might have to walk me through this one." I giggled as I started drawing her a picture of a fish. When I sign autographs, I never know what to say and I think it's kinda weird just writing my name so I always doodle out a picture of something first before my signature.

"Oh yeah, it's N-I-Y-A." She replied looking down at the paper watching me write it out.

"Huh, that kinda looks like-"

"Yeah..everyone always says my name wrong but it's Kneeeee-ya." She answered quickly, "Like I'll kneeee-ya if you get my name wrong again."

"Cute." San snickered, and smiled at the little girl again.

"Adorable." I agreed and handed over the finished paper, "Nice to meet you, Kneeee-ya." I winked and watched as she scurried off back to her mom. I stood back up smiling after the little girl jumping up and down showing her mom what she got.

"She was too precious." San commented as I felt her side press into mine then her head fall to my shoulder.

"She reminded me of you for some reason." I replied, both of our eyes still on the little one.

"Because she was a cutie pie?" San smirked as I turned to her.

"Actually, no, but now that you say that, it sort of adds to it." I laughed, "She was sassy, and you're sassy."

"I'm not sassy!" She defended as she set a hand on her hip then pouted.

"Oh no, of course not." I giggled and poked at her side, "That stance right there doesn't scream sassy pants at all." She looked down at herself and dropped the hand she had on her hip and rolled her eyes playfully.

"Whatever." She grumbled and started pushing the cart again as I followed behind.

"Awh, babe, don't get mad, get glad!" I cooed as I pressed my front against her back and overlapped our hands on the handle of the cart then planted my feet so she couldn't roll away.

"I'm not mad.." She replied lightly, letting her shoulders slump.

"No, I'm saying, get Glad..we're out of trash bags." I teased and nodded over to the yellow boxes on the shelf. She huffed then turned to look at me over her shoulder with furrowed brows. "Love you!" I giggled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her scowl melted away quickly as her lips twitched into a grin.

"Ditto." She sighed then nodded to the shelf, "Now go get your trash bags."

20 Minutes Later;

"Alright, next time we're making a list." San huffed as we loaded up the conveyer belt with all our stuff.

"And getting a full 6 course meal too!" I added as I placed four boxes of cereal up, "I'm starving.."

"I can see that." She laughed as she pulled out two containers of cotton candy, "And I can also see you slipped these in when I'm pretty sure I said you already have some at home.."

"I don't know what you're talking about, those aren't mine, I've never seen them before in my life." I replied innocently making her burst in a fit of giggles.

"Yeah, okay, sure.." She laughed as we continued to unload. "And these," She asked holding up an extra big bag of gummy worms, "These aren't yours either?"

"Nope."

"Well if they're not yours and they're not mine, I should just put them-" She trailed off as she went to set them somewhere else that wasn't the conveyer belt.

"Wait, no, no, they're mine gimmie!" I pouted and clenched and unclenched my hands out for what she was holding.

"Yeah, that's what I though." She laughed and threw me the bag so I could put on the belt, "For someone so fit, you eat way too much candy."

"I have a sweet tooth.."

"Like all the time."

"Not-uh!" I argued back as I pulled out a giant box of chocolates, "Don't act like you don't have an addiction to chocolates." I said wiggling the box in my hand, "I've found your little secret stash too, I think you might have a problem."

"Problem?" She gasped, clutching a bag of Kit-Kats to her chest, "I don't have a problem.."

"I think you do." I nodded seriously, trying to keep from laughing, and continued to empty out our cart. "But that's okay, baby, we'll get you some help."

"Is this an intervention?"

"Do you want it to be?" I looked back at her matching her fake serious voice, but we both couldn't keep straight faces and ended up laughing.

"S'cuse me.." San and I both looked to each other with raised brows and looked around for the voice. "Down here." The voice squeaked again.

"Oh, hi!" San smiled down at the little boy tugging at her jeans.

"Hi!" He grinned widely, "What's your name?"

"Uhm, Santana.." She replied skeptically then looked over at me with a brow quirked then looked back down at the little boy, "What's your name?"

"Sonny." He replied, "Why's people keep takin' pictures of you? Are you famous?" He asked with his brows knitting together.

"Pictures?" I asked and looked around to see that a few people were snapping pictures of us on their cell phones. "Huh, must not have noticed that.." I mumbled as I walked around the cart to where San was, letting my hand brush against her side, to greet the cashier, but still kept an ear out for what the little boy was saying.

"Well, I guess you could say that.." San answered with a nod.

"Is she your girlfriend?" He asked with a smile.

"Nope, she's my wife." San giggled then smiled over at me.

"She's pretty.."

"I know, isn't she?" I felt my cheeks flushing as they looked at me that I had to turn my attention to the cashier who was smiling too.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Uhm, red."

"What about her's?"

"Oh, she doesn't pick favorites.." San shrugged as she smiled over at me, "I think today she really likes purple though."

"Purple's my favoritest color!" He squeaked with excitement, "Do you have any babies?"

"Sonny!" A woman yelled, "Baby, you can't go walking off like that.." She sighed and hurried over to the boy and scooping him up quickly. "Sorr-oh!-uhm, wow, you're Santana Lopez."

"Pierce-Lopez now." San corrected with a grin.

"Right, yes, sorry about him..he asks a lot of questions." The woman grinned as the boy turned to look at me and San.

"Oh, no problem, he's adorable." San replied politely.

"Thank you." She smiled, "Well, say bye Sonny." She said, bouncing the boy on her hip as he held up his hand to wave at San and I.

"Nice to meet you, Sonny!" San chirped as the both of us waved back then continued unloading the cart.

"That was cute." I smirked as I grabbed for the bag of apples, like the only healthy thing we have in the whole cart. San grinned bashfully then shrugged.

"He asked if we had any babies in that hey do guys have any apples? Kind of way." She giggled with her eyes averted. "It was cute."

"We actually do have apples!" I teased and wiggled the bag in my hand before setting it on the belt. She let out a throaty laugh as she handed me the eggs and bread.

"We're running into a lot of kids today." She acknowledged as I spun around for my purse.

"Yeah, it kinda make me want to hav-"

"Here's your receipt, miss, have a good one!" The cashier said leaving me confused.

"Wait, but-"

"I got it, babe." San smirked waving her card at me, "Come on, you're holding up the line."

"Saaan, I said I'd pay this time." I groaned as I followed after her out the doors.

"You can pay next time." She shrugged as she pushed the cart.

"You said that last time.." I pouted, "You never let me pay for anything."

"We share a bank account..the money all comes from the same place." She laughed.

"But still, it's not the same effect!" I pouted.

"Sorry not sorry." She laughed then blew me a kiss making my heart melt.

"Some things don't ever change." I sighed happily as smiled over to her and she returned the grin. We were about half way to our car when this young couple walked by pushing a baby stroller. I smiled politely at them as they passed us, getting a quick peek inside the stroller to find the cutest baby girl I'd ever seen. Well, Bella's pretty cute as for as babies go. Then again, I don't think I've ever seen an ugly baby. I don't really think babies can be ugly.

"Awh, Britt, did you see that? She had little bows in her hair." San cooed as she bumped me a little with her hip to get my attention.

"I know, I saw, I was just thinking how cute she looked." I replied, "I don't know what it is today, but I feel like I've gotten the baby bug.."

"Baby bug?"

"Yeah, like we keep running into kids and they're all so cute and their little eyes and they say the cutest things and ugh!" I rambled as we came up to her car and she popped the trunk. "I think I'm really starting to, you know, want-"

"Babies?"

"Yeah..I just-I really want to start a family with you." I sighed then looked up to see her smiling widely at me.

"I know, babe, I really want that too." She answered then pressed her lips to mine quickly, "But I don't think now is the best time to do that with how busy our work schedules are and-"

"Yeah I know.." I cut her off and started grabbing for bags to load up the trunk, turning my back to her.

"Britt..don't be like that." She cooed and pressed her hands flat against my back, making me stop from picking up anything else then griped at my hips, turning me to face her.

"Be like what?" I shrugged casually but she just narrowed her eyes on me.

"Like that." She replied, "Like I'm the bad guy."

"That's silly, you're a girl.."

"Brittany.." She whined, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know." I answered sadly, "Sorry..I know waiting is for the best, I just-I don't want this to last forever you know? Our lives are always going to be busy, San, when is the right time? What if we miss it?" I asked quietly, my brows knitting together, "I don't wanna miss our chance..I don't wanna be old by the time we have kids.." She looked up at me, her lips pressing together forming a pout, but then she lifted her hand to cup my cheek and smiled.

"We won't miss our chance, Britt, promise."

The Next Afternoon;

"Brittany! Santana!" Flash.

"How was the honeymoon?" Flash.

"Awesome." We both answered in unison, smirking to each other surprised that we thought of the same word.

"Is it true that Peter Taylors will be representing you in the case against D.T.F Entertainment?" Flash.

"Yes, he's an amazing lawyer and those fuckers are getting their asses sued for invading Britt's privacy like they did." San answered, her temper flaring, "Let this be a lesson to those fools out there who want to try and play games. Santana Pierce-Lopez don't play no games when it comes to her wifey, so beware." I smiled bashfully at San trying to threaten the world and couldn't help but think how adorable she is thinking she's intimidating. I guess her badass talk works on everyone else, but for me, it just turns me on.

"How does married life feel? Any different?" Flash.

"Besides our names change? Not really," I answered politely, tugging San to my side and away from a certain reporter that was currently pressing her buttons, "She's still protective as ever, as you can see, but that's okay, it's kinda hot." I teased as I entwined our hands and smirked at her, watching her tensed shoulders drop instantly and that glare she had on melt away.

"The wedding was beautiful! You two were gorgeous!" Flash.

"Thanks!" I smiled and continued to weave my way through the crowd with San following close behind.

"Santana, is it true that your parents do not support your marriage?" Flash.

"That is false." She answered shortly, "They can be pretty stubborn sometimes and being as old school as they are, when they heard about Brittany's tape, well, let's just say it was a huge misunderstanding." She shrugged then smiled over to me, "My communication skills suck, just ask Britt-"

"They don't suck.." I denied.

"She's just being nice." She sighed, "They suck and they cause lots of problems, but I got it all from my parents, sorry guys, you know it's true, but my sister acted as a mediator and-well-I don't know what the hell she talked to them about, but all is well and that's all you guys need to know." San shrugged, "They all love Brittany, I mean look at that face, who wouldn't?" She teased then let me pull her away towards the building.

"The queens have arrived!" Flash.

"The queens are here?" I asked, frantically searching around me. "Which ones?"

"Babe, they're talking about us.." San laughed and squeezed a little on our clasped hands.

"Oh.." I giggled, ducking my head down to hide.

"Are the reports true that Santana's being admitted into rehab?" Flash.

"The fuck?" San huffed, her brows furrowing, "For what?"

"Your chocolate addiction." The reporter called, "Yesterday you were both spotted talking adamantly about it and considering help." I burst out laughing as San just stared wide eyed and lips parted.

"I'm not even going to reply to that." She huffed then narrowed her eyes playfully at me, "Look what you did."

"It's okay, baby, I'm on the hunt for the best people to help you with your problem." I teased as the camera flashed continued and questions whirred around us. "You'll kick this addiction in no time!"

"Oh my God, Britt, stop instigating!" She laughed and directed me inside the safety of SnixxJuice.

"I'm not a detective, San, I'm just your loving wife that is concerned about your wellbeing." I argued jokingly earning a swat on the butt.

"I hate you." She pouted and stomped off to her office.

"Love you too, honey!" I called as I turned down to head to the studio.

3 Hours Later;

"What a nice day." I sighed as I lounged back against the picnic table, soaking in the warmth of the sun. Instead of our normal activities, San and I decided we'd get out of the office for our lunch break today since it wasn't as hot as it has been the last few days.

"Here's your salad, B." San answered as she wiggled a container in her hand and swung her leg over the bench to sit across from me then set down her own salad in front of her.

"Thanks!" I chirped and leaned over the table for a quick peck. "See, I don't have a sweet tooth all the time.." I shrugged as I popped open the lid and started drizzling my ranch dressing over everything.

"Uh-huh, salads were my idea.." San joked as she began spilling out her Italian dressing over the top. "You wanted pizza."

"Hey, so did you!" I snickered as I chomped down on my baby spinach.

"Not from the place you suggested though, their pizza is like coated in grease." San sighed as she tossed her salad.

"You could always dab it with a napkin.." I offered with a grin.

"No, I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"You can't just dab the grease away from pizza, that's like against the rules!"

"Babe, there's no such thing as pizza rules." I sighed, my attention on flipping about my salad. "Ha, that kinda sounds like pizza rolls, pizza rules, pizza rolls." I giggled but San just huffed.

"Yes there is and dabbing is one of them." San said, closing her eyes and flicking her head to the side like she was trying to dismiss everything I was saying, like my argument was invalid.

"Okay, whatever you say." I teased and went back to attacking my salad.

"Oh my God, Britt, stop, you look like I don't feed you or something." She laughed as she looked side to side to see if anyone was watching. I stopped briefly to give her a ranchy smile then puckered my lips at her. "Ew, no, you know I hate ranch." She giggled as she held up a hand in front of her face when I started inching towards her.

"Are you denying me sweet lady kisses?" I smirked as I got closer.

"If they involve ranch covered lips, yes, yes I am." She joked, still hiding behind her hand.

"Hurtful!" I pouted then sank back down to my seat, "That's fine, I didn't want to kiss you anyways.."

"Awh, Britt-"She began to coo, but we were both startled by wailing. "What the fuck is that?" She huffed and looked around searching for the sound. I shrugged and looked around too.

"Kinda sounds like-"

"Crying." We both said in unison when our eyes landed on this 4 or 5 year old boy hugging a nearby tree bawling his eyes out.

"Should I-should we-" She began to stammer, but I was already wiping the ranch off of my lips and swinging my legs over the bench. "Britt, wait." I heard her call but I was already halfway over to the boy. I approached slowly, dropping to my knees when I got near and smiled comfortingly.

"Hey buddy." I cooed softly, ducking my head down to find his eyes, but as soon as I did he squeezed them shut and hid behind the tree. "Don't be scared, I just wanna help." He peeked around the tree, his nose as red as his eyes. I smiled happily, "Why are you crying?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle the young boy, but he didn't answer.

"His parents must've taught him not to talk to strangers.." San whispered as she kneeled next to me, placing her hand on my back.

"Hm, smart." I sighed; smiling at San for being so clever then looked back at the little boy still peeking at me. "That's good, don't talk to strangers and don't take candy from them either." I said sternly then looked back to San, "You see his parents anywhere?"

"Nope." She huffed then looked to the boy, "Where's your mommy or daddy?" She asked softly but as she did, the boy's face scrunched as a new wave of tears hit. "Yup, he's lost." She nodded to me.

"Hm, you think he memorized their phone number?" I asked earning a quizzical look from San. "What? Quinn taught Bella her phone number around the same age as him just in case something like this ever happened."

"I don't know, let's ask." San shrugged.

"Hey bud, do you know your phone number? Maybe we can call your mommy?" All he did was shake his head, his bottom lip trembling as he sobbed. "Awh, San, I just want to hug him..he's so sad." I pouted as I looked up at her.

"I know, B, me too." She sighed then turned back to look at the boy.

"I think I know how we can get him to talk to us."

"How?"

"We're not strangers if we introduce ourselves.." I chirped and sat cross legged and held out my hand to the boy. "My name is Brittany Pierce-Lopez, what's your name?" I held out my hand waiting for him to shake it, but he just eyed it skeptically.

"Britt, maybe-"

"Caleb.." He muttered through a sniffle then shook my hand. I smiled widely up at San.

"Nice to meet you Caleb." I replied politely then motioned to San. "This is my wife, Santana Pierce-Lopez." San followed suit and stuck her hand out to him too. He looked up at me then up at San and slowly shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Caleb." San smiled as they shook hands.

"Now that we aren't strangers, how about we help you find your mommy and daddy?" I asked softly.

"Uhm, mkay.." He smiled, wiping at his eyes with a balled up fist then came out from behind the tree.

"Great, let's get to it!" I shrugged then went to stand up but stopped when he pressed his tiny hands to my knees.

"I'll call Jenna and tell her we'll be late coming back." San said as she pulled out her phone while I just stayed looking down at the boy for what he wanted.

"Ohhh.." I sighed, "I got it." I winked and scooped him up carelessly. "My niece, Bella, did that too." I grinned and positioned him on my hip. "So, where'd you last see them? By the play ground?"

"Mhm." He sniffled, still crying a little but not sobbing.

"Don't cry, honey, we'll find them." I cooed and patted at this back, "Me and San are super good at this, right San?" I asked then looked around when I didn't get a reply, "San?"

"Over here, B." She called from near the park, "I think I found them."

"See what I mean, kiddo?" I snickered and walked over to her side.

"Oh God, Caleb!" A woman shrieked and rushed towards me.

"Mama!" He cried as set him down.

"Baby, I was so worried." She cried, sinking to her knees and layered his face with kisses then smiled up at us. "Thank you, thank you so much!"

"No problem." I replied with a grin as San pressed into my side, wrapping her arm around my waist smiling down at the reunion. "See you later, Caleb." I waved, but as we began to turn away, I felt little arms tighten around my legs, keeping me from moving.

"Awh, babe." San cooed as we both looked down to see that the boy was hugging my legs and smiling brightly up at us both.

"Tank you." He mumbled and squeezed tighter.

"Told you we'd find'em, buddy." I cooed and patted at his head. He loosened his grip on my legs, allowing San and I to give on last wave goodbye before walking back over to our table to finish our lunch. "Well that was exciting." I giggled, "But anyways, as we were saying..wait, I don't remember what we were saying." I mumbled staring down at my food confused then looked up at San, "What were we saying?" I asked but she just stared at me with a toothy grin and her eyes sparkling. She had that weird look on her face, the one similar to when we first saw each other walking down the aisle."What?" I laughed.

"I love you." She sighed happily.

"I love you." I replied, matching her grin then went back to sticking my fork at my half eaten salad, "Oh! I remember now! We were talking abou-"

"Let's have a baby."

"Wh-What?" I gasped, nearly choking on my salad, "Are you serious?"

"So serious." She grinned lovingly.

"B-But yesterday, and we were just saying- and work and we can't because–" I rambled shocked by her outburst. "What?"

"This is our chance, Britt, I'm not going to be the one that makes us miss it." She said and took my hands in hers. "Seeing how you just handled that, how you are with all kids, not just Bella, I want to make you a mom and I want you to make me one too. I want to make a family with you. Let's do this."

"B-But what about work?" I stammered, not able to focus properly.

"I'll figure something out," She replied confidently then smirked, "I'm like the boss, you know, I like make the rules..of the land." I smiled down at our joined hands feeling my body heat up with happiness, so much that I could totally break out into song and skip around the part with rainbows shooting out of my ears.

"You're really sure about this?"

"I am." She nodded, "I'm like a million percent sure." She smiled back again with that cheek bunching grin and her nose scrunching up in that adorable way then brought our clasped hands to her lips and peppered my knuckles with kisses.

"Okay." I grinned lovingly, "Let's make a baby, baby." I winked, "Foreal this time!"