It's almost 5:00 AM here and I'm heading off to work very soon, but here you go :)

I'm officially 20 and I wanted to surprise you guys with a chapter, so here you go :) It's rather sweet, didn't want too much drama on my birthday :P

Also, happy Canada day (I have lived in Canada after all) and happy first day of July :)

Huge thanks to my Beta! Frannie; koala.

Also huge thanks to the reviewers on the last chapter, it really means a lot and I appreciate every single one of you :)

xo, Em

p.s. the song I've used is 'All about us' by He is We ft. Owl City (I prefer that version) and bold is Quinn, cursive is both and regular is Santana :)


Santana pushed the red button and her head fell forward. Quinn quickly sat Libby down on the ground and wrapped her arms around her wife.

"It'll be alright San, I promise."

Santana's body started shaking gently in Quinn's arms as tears streamed down her face. Her head was resting on Quinn's shoulder and Quinn was rubbing soothing circles on her back. After a few deep breaths she gently pushed Quinn away and began wiping her own tears away, almost violently.

"This is stupid, I shouldn't be crying! He said I had a 20% shot - that's nothing! I'm not going to get pregnant. This is so fucking stupid."

Quinn grimaced slightly before she tried reaching out for Santana again.

"Babe, don't say that. This is neither stupid nor impossible, do you understand that?"

"You don't know what it's like, Quinn! You have no idea what it's like to get the message that you might not have a biological child. You weren't even there when I got the message!"

Quinn's expression was pained.

"I know that I wasn't and I feel so bad for that, but I was at work and I didn't know that he was going to call. This is your body and your decision, if you want to stop all of this then we will. I'm not going to push you into doing something that you don't want to do, but don't get mad at me. I didn't do anything wrong. You're right when you say that I don't know what it's like, I have absolutely no idea, but it kills me to see you so upset. If I could do anything I would, but I'm not a doctor nor a magician so all I can do is try to be a supporting wife."

Santana sat down on one of the steps and put her head in her hands.

"Maybe we should just have little Quinn's running around?! I'm sure grandmother Fabray would love that!"

Quinn's pain was quickly changing to anger, but she didn't want to completely lash out at her wife. Santana was in pain, and this was her coping mechanism.

"You really don't have the right to say that. Yeah, my mom might be a bit racist, but she loves you and Libby just as much as she loves me! And you know that I am nothing like her. Just because you might not get biologically pregnant doesn't mean that I will automatically be the mother! So please just take a few deep breaths and think before you speak. We've only tried twice so far and it took a while before I got pregnant with Libby too, you need to stop this automatic shut down and be a bit more optimistic, San."

Santana didn't look up, but a soft 'I'm sorry' was heard.

"What was that?"

"I said that I'm sorry."

"Can you at least look at me while you say it?"

Santana took a deep breath and her hands fell into her lap. She looked up and Quinn had to bite her cheek and cross her arms to keep herself from cupping her wife's face and peppering it with soothing kisses.

"I'm very sorry for lashing out on you."

Quinn nodded.

"Thank you."

Now that Santana had apologized she let her instincts kick in and she cupped Santana's face.

"I love you, I love Libby and I will love all of our future children, no matter who the biological parents are, do you understand that?"

Santana nodded slowly and closed her eyes as Quinn began peppering her face with kisses.

"I love you too."

"You better, you're sort of stuck with me."

Quinn smiled and sat down on the staircase, next to Santana.

"So we try again?"

"Like I said, it's your body and therefore ultimately your decision. That doesn't mean that I'm going to be completely absent from the decision making though. I personally think that we should keep going, because 20% is still better than 0%. And you are Santana Fabray-Lopez, the fiercest bitch out there, if anyone can beat the odds it's you."

She playfully nudged Santana in the ribs and Santana smiled.

"You're right, I'm amazing at beating the odds."

"You did end up with me after all, and the odds for that happening were like close to impossible."

Santana laughed and rolled her eyes.

"And you say I'm the cocky one in this relationship!"

"Oh baby, you so are."

Santana turned her head to the side and caught Quinn's lips in a sweet kiss.

"I might be, but you love it."

Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and kissed her while talking.

"I do love that. Just like I love your spontaneous shyness, your slight anger, your love towards Libby, your love for your job, your voice and everything else about you."

Santana kissed her back deeply before she gently pulled away and rested her forehead against Quinn's.

"How did this turn into a love fest?"

Quinn moved her head and started sucking on Santana's neck.

"Well we got some bad news and you needed to feel loved, so that's what I'm doing."

Santana moaned slightly as Quinn sucked on her pulse point. Marking her territory I see…

"Where's the Libster?"

"In the living room, playing."

Quinn stood up and held her hand out.

"What are you doing?"

"Let's dance."

Quinn smiled as Santana put her hand in Quinn's and stood up. Quinn's arm was around Santana's waist as Santana's was around her neck, and the available ones were clasped together as they slow danced.

"There is no music."

"It's in our heads. But I can sing it out loud for you."

Santana nodded and put her head on Quinn's shoulder.

Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance

I'll spin you around won't let you fall down

Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet

Give it a try, it'll be alright

The room's hush hush and now's our moment.

Take it in, feel it all and hold it

Eyes on you, eyes on me.

We're doing this right.

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining it's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

About uh, uh, us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

Suddenly I'm feeling brave

Don't know what's got into me

Why I feel this way

Can we dance, real slow?

Can I hold you, can I hold you close?

The room's hush hush and now's our moment

Take it in, feel it all and hold it

Eyes on you, eyes on me we're doing this right

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining it's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

About uh, uh, us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready yet? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love?Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready yet? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining it's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

About uh, uh, us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining it's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

About uh, uh, us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

Santana smiled into Quinn's neck when they finished singing, but they continued slow dancing in the hallway below the stairs.

"I love that song."

"As do I. And it's nice to dance to."

"Everything is nice to dance to as long as I'm dancing with you."

Quinn giggled.

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"But that's another thing you love about me."

They both pulled back slightly so they were looking at each other.

"Exactly. Because I love everything about you."

"Everything?"

Quinn nodded slowly.

"Everything."

Santana suddenly dipped Quinn down low and her eyes sparkled.

"I'm glad, because I love everything about you too, Mrs. Fabray-Lopez."

She kissed Quinn before she returned Quinn to her upright position.

"While I would love to dance with you all day our lunch is ready and our daughter probably needs someone to look after her too."

Quinn bit her lip as she focused on Santana's soft lips and she nodded absentmindedly.

"Uh-huh."

Santana smiled.

"You're not even paying attention to what I'm saying, are you?"

Quinn snapped out of her daze and looked at Santana.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Santana laughed and walked towards the kitchen.

"You've got it bad, Mrs. Fabray-Lopez."

Quinn shook her head and walked into the living room to pick up Libby.

"Trust me, I know…"


"Santana, can you come help me out here?"

"But mom, I'm on vacation!"

Both Carlos and Quinn giggled as they awaited Maribel's reply.

"Santana Lopez, when you live under my roof you shall do as I say. Now get your ass into the kitchen and help me out."

Santana groaned.

"Doesn't Quinn have to help?"

"No, because Quinn is a guest. You're a 27 year old woman, Santana, start acting like it."

Santana pouted slightly at Quinn and her father, who were still laughing at her, before she dragged herself into the kitchen.

It was Thanksgiving and the little family of three had flown back to Ohio to spend the day with the Lopez family, while Judy was spending the day with Frannie and her family. While Libby was napping, Quinn and Carlos were watching the parade and Santana and Maribel were working in the kitchen. Carlos had never been a football fan and since the male to female ratio was now 1-4 in the house he knew that even if he had wanted to he would have been shut down instantly. He was fine with that though, he quite liked the parade.

"So, Quinn, how are things in sunny LA?"

Quinn smiled.

"So much warmer than here! Nah, it's great really. I miss being closer to you guys of course, especially for Libby's sake, but I really like LA. I think Santana does too, although she did suggest buying an apartment in New York so we're looking into that. She did however, at the same trip, suggest that we buy Breadstix, so I don't know how serious she is about anything."

Carlos chuckled.

"Sounds like my daughter alright. I'm surprised she's not at Breadstix right now."

"Oh, she checked, they're closed today."

Both Carlos and Quinn laughed at this.

"Luckily we all love her though."

"She is quite loveable."

"And how is Libby?"

"Growing every day, and every day Santana and I tell her to stop. She's following her curve and according to her pediatrician she's quite advanced for her age, which is good, but we think she's growing up way too fast. I had to comfort Santana the other night because she had a 'nightmare' about Libby going off to college. Don't tell her I told you though."

Carlos smiled.

"Now you know how we felt about you two when you were small. But you do still have quite some time before she's off to college, so I think Santana will be fine."

Quinn returned the smile.

"Oh I'm sure that by the time Libby becomes a teenager Santana will be ready to send her off. She loves Libby to pieces, but I think she might be a handful when she's older."

"Just like you two were."

Quinn nodded.

"Exactly. Santana doesn't seem too worried though, so I'm sure it'll be fine."

"I think so too, you two are wonderful mothers and Libby is very lucky to have you. Speaking of children, have you two thought about having any more?"

Quinn nodded slightly. They hadn't really told anyone about their fertility struggles, and they preferred keeping it that way, at least for now.

"Yeah, we have had a few meetings with our doctor, but nothing major yet. We will probably begin trying soon though."

She hated lying to her in-laws, but it really wasn't her story to tell.

"I hope you won't have any problems this time though, I know both Maribel and myself are excited to add another addition to our family."

Quinn smiled.

"We will definitely let you know how it's going when we get that far. Our schedules are really crazy right now though, so we keep trying to work around that."

"Just make sure not to lose focus on each other during all of this. Work is important, but your family is more important."

Quinn moved and hugged her father-in-law tightly. Both he and his wife really cared about them, and Quinn loved them. She always had.

"Thank you, dad. Sometimes it's hard, but we always find time for each other, no matter how busy we are."

"Good, because I really don't want to hear anything about you two separating or something crazy like that."

"No worries, dad. I love your daughter more than anything in this world and nothing can make me stop loving her."

Carlos kissed Quinn's temple and smiled gently at her.

"I love you, mija."

"I love you too, dad. Now I think I should go help out in the kitchen, and to make sure that Santana doesn't get too grumpy."

She giggled and walked into the kitchen, sneaking up behind her wife and wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"Hello, housewife."

Santana instantly relaxed into her embrace and closed her eyes, a smile on her lips.

"I'm going to ignore that."

"Okay, baby."

Quinn softly kissed Santana's shoulder and Maribel sneaked out of the kitchen to give them some privacy.

"You smell so good, Q."

"It's this new perfume my wife got me, I'll let her know that you like it."

"More like love it."

"It smells really good in here too, though. I'm so hungry."

"Luckily for you it's almost ready. I'm hungry too though, but not for food."

Quinn licked the shell of Santana's ear before she gently bit her earlobe.

"You're always hungry for me."

"It's true. I'm insatiable."

"I love it though. It's so hot."

"I think that if we were a straight couple we would have had so many kids by now."

"But we're not, so we don't have to think about birth control at all."

Santana smirked.

"So true. With me 'trust me' is more about you letting me do kinky stuff than thinking about contraceptives."

Quinn bit her lip as a shiver ran through her body.

"You have no idea how badly I want you right now."

Santana turned around in her arms and kissed her deeply. With Quinn's help she jumped up on the counter and Quinn stood between her legs as they made out. Their moment was however broken when Maribel reentered the kitchen and cleared her throat. The girls pulled away with heavy breaths and Santana rested her head on Quinn's shoulder.

"Don't sit on the counter, mija."

"Sorry, mom."

Santana jumped down.

"You're excused from kitchen duty, go relax or something."

The girls laced their fingers together and hurried upstairs.

"Dad, we're just gonna take a quick shower!"

Santana dragged Quinn into the bathroom adjacent to her old bedroom and slammed her wife against her door, kissing her neck roughly.

"Oh yeah, they have no idea what we're up to now."

"We're married and have a kid, I think they know that we've had sex before."

"Well technically we didn't have to have sex in order to get Libby. Scientifically we could both be virgins."

Santana sucked on Quinn's pulse point to shut her up.

"Yes, but we're not and they know that. Now shush."

Quinn let out a moan and Santana hummed against her skin as she began undressing her wife.

"That's better."

She continued paying attention to the pale body locked between her own body and the door as soon as Quinn was completely undressed, but apparently she wasn't moving fast enough.

"Ugh, just fuck me already!"

"Tut, patience my dear wife."

She continued taking her time, although her pace was slightly quicker now, and within a few minutes they were both undressed and in the shower. Santana turned on the water to a comfortable temperature and turned towards the blonde who was leaning against the shower wall.

"I really don't think I can wait much longer, San."

Quinn watched as Santana's eyes went from chocolate brown to black in an instance and she grinned.

"Don't worry, Snix will take care of you."

Quinn moaned as Santana stopped teasing her and pushed two fingers into her.

"So wet. All for me?"

Quinn nodded against Santana's shoulder.

"Uh-huh. Fuck, Snix! Oh god."

Santana was flexing her arm and she pumped into her wife even harder and curling her fingers inside of her. Quinn was biting into Santana's shoulder to stifle her moans, but all Santana felt was pleasure, even though she knew that her wife would make a mark.

She felt her wife's inner walls begin to clench around her fingers and within a few minutes they tightened around Santana's fingers as Quinn came. She muffled the sounds by kissing her passionately and after she had helped Quinn ride out the waves of pleasure she removed her fingers and licked them clean.

Quinn looked at her through hooded eyes and moaned when Santana's fingers entered her mouth.

"You taste so good."

Quinn reached behind Santana and turned off the water, without any of them having actually showered and led Santana out of the shower. She quickly dried them both off and led Santana to her bed.

"I really need to feel you come against my mouth, San."

Santana groaned, she loved it when Quinn expressed what she wanted in a sexual way.

Quinn lay down on the bed.

"Sit on my face."

Santana bit her lip as she crawled up the bed until her knees were on each side of her wife's face and she was holding onto the headboard. Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's thighs and she lowered herself until she was in perfect position. She looked down and locked eyes with Quinn as her wife pushed her tongue through her slick folds. Santana's eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned loudly as Quinn teased her entrance and her clit for a little while before she pushed her tongue into Santana, and the brunette threw her head back and arched her back as her nails dug into the wood on the headboard.

"Oh yes, Quinn please don't stop."

Quinn pulled out quickly.

"Ride my tongue."

She pushed back in and Santana began gyrating her hips on Quinn's tongue and it didn't take long for her to climax. She rested her head against the headboard, breathing heavily, as Quinn licked her clean.

"Mmm, seems as though I had dessert before dinner, don't tell anyone."

Santana crawled down the bed and snuggled into her wife's naked body, a smile seemingly permanently attached to her face.

"Happy Thanksgiving it is."

Quinn giggled and nuzzled into Santana's hair.

"I feel so relaxed."

"So do I. You fucked the tension out of me."

"I love doing that."

"I love it when you do that."

"We should probably go downstairs."

Santana shook her head and pulled the covers over them.

"Dinner is not for another couple of hours, let's nap."

"Fine, let's at least put on some clothes."

Quinn's voice was laced with sleep so Santana got out of bed and put on a pair of panties and a large shirt before dressing her almost-sleeping wife in the same.

"There you go."

"Thank you, Sannie."

"Welcome, baby."

Santana kissed her forehead and they fell asleep together.

"Darlings, it's time to get up."

Santana opened her eyes while Quinn nuzzled further into Santana's neck.

"Hi mom, is it dinner time?"

"Yeah, very soon."

"Okay, thanks. We'll be down soon. Is Libby okay?"

"Oh yes, she's playing with your father, they're both enjoying themselves. Don't take too long."

"We won't."

Maribel walked downstairs as Santana began stroking Quinn's back.

"Come on baby, wake up."

"Don't want to."

"Well it's Thanksgiving and I know how much you love Thanksgiving food, so you don't really have a choice."

Quinn pouted against Santana's neck.

"Come on, you can do it."

"Wake me up with kisses."

Santana rolled her eyes, but still happily obliged.

"Only because I really love you."

She straddled Quinn's hips and leaned down to place lingering kisses all over her wife's face, until Quinn opened her eyes.

"There we go. Hello, beautiful."

Quinn ran her hands up and down Santana's bare thighs and smiled.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Shall we get dressed and join the rest of the gang downstairs?"

Quinn nodded.

"Sweatpants and a shirt though, I refuse to wear anything fancy."

Santana got off the bed and began getting dressed.

"Hell yes, it is Thanksgiving after all! I'm going to eat so much food that I won't fit into my skinny jeans for at least the next week."

Quinn laughed as she put on a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a hoodie.

"You're always going to fit into your skinny jeans because you're naturally slim."

Santana put on Quinn's Yale hoodie and smirked.

"I know, it's my amazing genes. You're not exactly bad looking either though."

Quinn put her hair up in a messy bun and put on a pair of fluffy socks.

"I know."

She smirked as she walked out of the room and down the stairs, Santana trailing behind her.

"You're so modest babe."

"Just like my wife."

Quinn raised an eyebrow and Santana shrugged.

"Fine, we're quite similar."

"I think we're both similar and different in a lot of ways, and I appreciate that."

They reached the bottom of the stairs and Santana hugged Quinn tightly.

"So do I. Now let's go have a lovely meal with our family."

Quinn hugged her back before they walked into the living room where Carlos was playing with Libby.

"I hope she's been behaving."

"Oh she's been nothing but a joy, no worries there."

Maribel walked through the living room to get to the dining room and the girls helped her set the table with all of the dishes she had prepared.

"Okay, dinner is served."

Carlos sat at the top of the table with Maribel to his left, Santana to his right and Libby between her two mothers.

"Mom, why don't you start?"

Maribel nodded and smiled.

"I am thankful to have my daughter and her family here with us this weekend, I am thankful for everyone being happy and healthy and I'm thankful for my perfect little granddaughter."

Everyone smiled at her before their attention shifted to Carlos.

"I am thankful to have such a good wife, whom I love very much, and to have been blessed with an amazing daughter and daughter-in-law."

Santana took a deep breath before she began talking.

"I am thankful for Quinn, because she knows me better than anyone and she loves me no matter what. I am also thankful for having Libby in my life and my parents who love and accept us all for who we are."

Quinn smiled at her and mouthed 'I love you' before she began talking.

"I am thankful because I have in-laws that have taken me in as one of their own, especially when I didn't have much of a family of my own, I'm thankful for having a happy and healthy daughter, that has everything she could possibly need and want in life, and a bunch of people who love her dearly. But I am mostly thankful for my wife, who loves me endlessly and who supports my crazy decisions such as moving across the country or making a movie on a different continent."

They all took a moment to think about how lucky they were to be healthy and happy before Maribel spoke up.

"Okay everyone, dig in."