I apologize again for the long wait. I've been away from work (doctors orders) for almost a week because I have tendinitis, so I've been on medication and all that. Since it's in my arm I haven't been able to/allowed to use my computer much. I'm really very sorry. I go back to work on Thursday and then I only have one more month left of work, so hopefully I'll have some more time after that to write :)

Hope you enjoy this little update and that you have an amazing summer/winter, based on where you are. It's been ridiculously warm here, I don't really like it :P

xo, Em

p.s.: The movies I've referenced to in this chapter are The Princess Bride and A Cinderella Story.


Santana and Quinn had a rare childfree day as one of their friends and her husband was taking their son to the zoo and had offered to bring Libby. The offer was also extended to a sleep over, leaving the two girls alone all day and night. Quinn walked into the living room, carrying her Canon camera and snapped a candid shot of Santana. Her wife was laying with her back on the seat and her feat over the back of the couch. Her long, brown hair, was hanging off the couch and a bowl of popcorn rested on her stomach. The Princess Bride was on the TV and the brunette was absentmindedly eating popcorn as she watched it. Quinn leaned against the doorframe as she shot a few more photos of her wife.

"Are you sure you're almost 28?"

Santana turned her head towards Quinn and smiled brightly.

"Not at all."

Quinn padded across the floor and sat down next to Santana. She smirked at her wife as she put popcorn into her mouth.

"Neither am I."

"This feels really good for my back though, you should try it."

"No thank you, I'm fine right here."

"Whatever you say, dear."

Santana let her head down again and continued watching the movie, as Quinn continued to check out her wife's body.

"I was just thinking, maybe you shouldn't get pregnant? It should be a crime to ruin those abs."

Santana's head shot back up, but Quinn's gaze was completely fixed on the little part of Santana's stomach that she could see under the bowl. Santana laughed and Quinn smiled as the bowl bounced gently on Santana's stomach.

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

Quinn leaned forward and kissed Santana gently before she sat back up.

"I know. It's terrible. Not just for me, for my underwear budget too."

Santana laughed loudly and continued to look up at her wife, who was looking at the TV.

"Your underwear budget?"

"Yes, I need to buy new underwear all the time because you make me so fucking wet. I hate it."

Santana continued laughing and Quinn took the bowl from her so it wouldn't tip over.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious. I'm 'ruining' your underwear?! Just stop wearing them. There, that's the perfect solution."

Quinn rolled her eyes and threw popcorn at Santana.

"I'm a well respected actress Santana, I can't just stop wearing underwear, that would be scandalous. You could however stop being so fucking sexy all the time."

Santana just could not stop laughing, especially when Quinn's tone of voice was so serious.

"As you wish."

"Farm girl, pleasure me - please."

"As you wish."

Santana smirked and raised her eyebrows and Quinn finally met her eyes.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"If you're thinking role play, then yes."

Quinn smirked and nodded.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. But I want to be in charge for once."

"That's fine by me. Scene?"
"Let's take advantage of your Latin American heritage and make you my maid. You think I've got a stick up my ass and all I need is a good fucking."

"Yes, I get to put on the maid's outfit again! I knew I bought it for a reason."

Quinn rolled her eyes and got up.

"I don't pay you to sit around, Miss Lopez."

"Sorry, señora Fabray."

Santana grinned wickedly as she ran up the stairs to change into her costume. Quinn put her camera on the dining room table and picked up one of her magazines before she sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the table. Santana walked downstairs in a French maid costume, which was about the same size as the nurse costume she had worn one day in high school, and she began dusting with her feather duster. She began with one of the bookcases before moving onto the table where Quinn's feet where. She dusted all around the table and waited for Quinn to move her feet, which she never did.

"Excuse me, señora."

Quinn didn't even look up from her magazine and Santana waited for a few more seconds before she cleared her throat gently.

"Señora, I need to dust."

Quinn let out an exaggerated sigh and put her magazine in her lap.

"Do you have to do that while I'm relaxing, Miss Lopez?"

Santana frowned slightly. All her boss ever did was relax, when on earth was she going to dust then? At night?!

"Si, señora, I need to do it now."

Quinn abruptly got up.

"Fine. But just know that if my wife hadn't been such a big fan of you, you would have been out of here in a heartbeat."

"I know, señora."

Quinn walked over to the bookcase and began wiping her finger across the surface.

"Stupid Mexicans."

"I'm not Mexican, señora."

"Oh, like I care. It's all the same anyways."

Santana bit her lip and continued dusting as Quinn smiled triumphantly and spun around.

"Oh, Miss Lopez."

She sing sang it and Santana turned around, breathing deeply to keep her anger under control.

"What is it, señora Fabray?"

"You didn't dust this well enough."

She held up her finger and continued with her triumphant smiling.

Santana's anger was close to boiling over and she took a couple of steps closer to Quinn.

"Listen here lady, that's not even the bookcase I was dusting earlier, so just shut up."

Quinn gasped loudly.

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

Santana got even bolder and pressed Quinn up against the bookcase and leaned in so she was whispering into her ear.

"Listen up, Fabray. You need to loosen the fuck up. With the way you've been behaving lately I'm not surprised your wife left you. You didn't think I knew did you? Of course I knew, no one goes away on a 'business trip' for that long."

Quinn pushed Santana away and glared at her.

"She did not leave me, you know nothing!"

Santana laughed a really fake laughter.

"Oh please, she hasn't even fucked you in the last year. She didn't love you anymore, Quinn"

Quinn slapped Santana across the face. Normally it would have been really hard, but they were just acting so she was careful not to hurt her wife, but Santana still played it out as a real slap.

"You bitch!"

"Don't you dare call me Quinn!"

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want. Seriously, you need to get laid!"

"You know nothing about my sex life."

"Because there's nothing to know."

"Fuck. You."

"It would be my pleasure if you would stop acting so god damn stuck up."

Quinn just stared at her and Santana moved closer once again and put her hand down Quinn's jeans as she began kissing her jaw.

"What are you doing?"

"My job is to satisfy your every need, and based on how wet you are I'd say what you need right now is a thorough fucking."

"You're my maid."

"So?"

"I pay you to clean, not do this."

"Just shut up."

Santana began rubbing Quinn's clit through her panties and Quinn moaned gently.

"Fuck…"

"That's more like it."

She continued kissing Quinn's jaw as she unbuttoned the jeans to get an easier access. Once the jeans were unbuttoned she slid them down Quinn's legs, along with her panties, and she began teasing Quinn's entrance.

"Stop teasing me."

"I think I'm the expert here, Quinn."

"Fine. But stop calling me Quinn."

Santana grinned against Quinn's neck as she pushed two fingers in and she felt Quinn's inner walls instantly clutch onto her fingers.

"So, how long has it been?"

Quinn rested her head against Santana's shoulder as she began rocking against her fingers.

"How long has what been?"

"Since someone fucked you senseless?"

Quinn moaned as Santana bit down on her neck.

"Too long. I don't know, a year?"

"No wonder you've got a fucking stick shoved up your ass."

"If you weren't knuckle deep in me right now, and it didn't feel so fucking good, I'd fire you for that."

Santana sucked on Quinn's neck, desperate to make a mark, as her thumb found the blonde's clit, causing Quinn to moan.

"I'm almost there."

Santana began pumping faster and Quinn quickly fell over the edge. Santana removed her fingers and began licking them clean.

"That was fast."

"Fuck you, Lopez."

Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Tut. Sounds like someone didn't learn their lesson."

"Whatever, what are you gonna do about it?"

Santana smirked.

"You could need a proper facial."

"A what?"

Santana rolled her eyes.

"No wonder your wife left you. Lie down."

Quinn glared at Santana, but still did as she was told. Santana walked over to the couch and straddled Quinn.

"You're going to eat me out."

Quinn frowned adorably and Santana kissed her, out of character, quickly, before she moved up her body until she was in position. She gripped the armrest on the couch and lowered herself. She looked down and locked eyes with hazel ones as Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's thighs to keep her relatively still. She winked at her wife before she focused her attention on what was right above her.

"No panties, Miss Lopez?"

"Never, señora Fabray."

"Wanky…"

And with that Quinn focused all of her attention on Santana's clit, causing the brunette to arch her back, throw her head back and grip onto the armrest even tighter. Quinn was extremely skilled with her mouth; there was no doubt about that. She brought Santana to an orgasm within minutes and as soon as the brunette had come down from her high, and her breathing was under control, she moved down Quinn's body and lay down comfortably on top of her.

"Fuck, you're skilled with your mouth."

Quinn cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

"I know."

Santana attacked her lips again and kissed her hungrily before she moved even further down her wife's body, to rest between her legs. She licked her way up Quinn's slit slowly and smiled seductively up at Quinn.

"My turn."


They were lying naked on the bed together, Santana's head on Quinn's chest and Santana was drawing shapes on Quinn's stomach.

"So let's say that we somehow, magically, get pregnant again, or how another child somehow, what would you want?"

"You mean boy or girl?"

"Mhm."

Quinn frowned slightly – her thinking face, and took a deep breath before she answered.

"That's a hard question to be honest. I'd like a girl because it's known territory and I think we're doing a pretty great job with Libby, but I'd like a boy because it's new and it would complete our family in a different way. I don't want to say specifically 'I want a boy' or a girl, because I'll be thrilled no matter what, and I feel like if you say something like that, and really stand your ground on it, you could risk ending up hurting your kid and making them feel like they're not good enough, because they're not what you wanted. I know that my dad was disappointed as hell that he didn't get a son and when I was young that was really tough on me. Mom's pregnancy with me was so different from when she was carrying Frannie, so my dad was sure I was a boy. They never found out the gender before I was born, but dad already had a name ready, and had told all of his friends that he was having a son. I would never want my child to feel like that, because to me the idea of a child is more important than the idea of a son or a daughter."

Santana seized her moments on Quinn's abdomen and her hand rested on Quinn's abs.

"I'm so sorry."

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry your dad is such a dick."

Quinn kissed the top of Santana's head and hugged her tighter.

"Thank you, but in a way it made me who I am today. Yeah he was a huge dick, but he's not a part of my life anymore, and he can't control me anymore. I'm married to a woman and I'm happy, and in a way that's punishment enough. I think that me marrying you is so far out of his comfort zone that you wouldn't even believe it."

Santana smiled as she continued drawing patters on Quinn's stomach.

"Well I'm glad I could help you get some peace in your life."

Quinn moved down a bit in bed so she was face to face with Santana.

"You've done more than that, San. You're the best thing in my life. Without you I wouldn't feel this loved and wouldn't have Libby or any of this. Right now, you are the cause of everything that is good in my life."

Santana leaned forward and kissed Quinn's lips softly. The kiss gradually became deeper until Santana moved so she was straddling Quinn. Slightly bruised lips hit soft, pale skin and Santana spoke gently against Quinn's neck.

"I'm going to show you just how much you mean to me too."


Libby was back home, sitting in her high chair, throwing macaroni all over the kitchen. Santana was seated next to her, eating a sandwich and Quinn was walking around picking up all the macaroni Libby was throwing.

"Liberty Madison, please stop it. You're supposed to eat it, not throw it."

Libby just giggled and threw one into Santana's hair. Santana playfully scowled at her and picked one up from Libby's tray and threw it at her. They continued this for a little while, while Quinn glared at them.

"Seriously, Santana? You're throwing macaroni at a one year old?"

"She's almost two."

"You're almost 100."

Santana started laughing and Libby copied her mother, while Quinn continued glaring at them.

"Oh Libby, mommy is not in a good mood today."

Quinn plopped down on a chair and crossed her arms.

"Fine, you get her to eat."

Santana winked at her and turned towards Libby.

"Okay Libster, this is how it works; I feed you, you chew it and swallow it. Got it?"

Libby nodded and Santana put some macaroni on a spoon.

"Open up."

Libby opened wide and as soon as the macaroni was disposed in her mouth she chewed it happily.

"Here comes another one."

She opened her mouth again and Santana grinned as she ate that too. Within a few minutes all of the macaroni was gone and the toddler was yawning.

"Good job, princess. High five."

They high fived, something Libby clearly had learned from Santana, and Santana picked her up.

"Nap time. Yay, sleep!"

She gently tickled Libby's tummy and the little girl giggled happily. She carried Libby upstairs and put her to bed, turning on the nightlight before she stepped out of the room. She walked downstairs again to find Quinn in the exact same position as previously.

"She's down for her nap."

"Screw you."

Santana had to bite the inside of her cheek to not laugh.

"Why are you in such a bad mood, babe?"

"Libby has refused to listen to me all day, but she just won't stop listening to you. It's driving me crazy."

Santana moved so she was standing behind her wife and began to play with her hair.

"You know that she has days like this. Sometimes she refuses to listen to me, while you're her favorite person ever."

Quinn leaned into her touch.

"I know, but it makes me feel like a really bad mom when she doesn't want to listen to me. She just starts throwing tantrums and acting like a crazy little girl."

Santana kissed the top of Quinn's head.

"It's really hard, but she's almost two, they all say that two is the worst age."

Quinn nodded.

"Yeah, you're right. I guess I've just got so much on my mind that I start worrying about everything."

Santana moved so she was in front of Quinn and looked her in the eye.

"Just be careful okay? I don't want you to get depressed again. If you need to talk to me, or Nathalie, just let me know, okay?"

Quinn smiled gently as she rubbed Santana's thighs.

"I'm fine babe, but thank you for thinking about my health. I do promise to tell you if I need anything though."

Santana looked down.

"I was a really crappy wife when you first told me about your PPD, and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for that. If I don't watch out for you now I'll feel even worse."

Quinn pulled Santana onto her lap and hugged her closely.

"Hey, stop beating yourself up about that. Yes, you didn't exactly handle it gracefully, but you've more than made up for it. It was a hard time for all of us; you had practically been a single mom for six months. You were exhausted and you did what you do best, you ran. But you've gotten so amazing since then, now you talk about your problems and insecurities instead of running from them. I'm so incredibly proud of you."

Santana put her head on Quinn's shoulder and breathed in the soothing scent.

"I missed you, Quinn."

"What do you mean?"

"Back when you were sick – I missed you. I knew something was wrong with you, but having a newborn was so demanding that I didn't get a chance to find out what. You weren't you, even with me. It worried me, because at first I just thought that having a baby with me wasn't what you had expected it to be. I started feeling bad that maybe I had pushed you into something you didn't want. But as I said, I was just too busy to do anything but think about it."

"I know how you feel. Well sort of, just in a different way. I didn't think it was PPD at first either. At first I thought that maybe I was still grieving from the miscarriage. I thought I had gotten over it, but I figured that maybe having a new baby made me think about what we could have had. When I realized it wasn't that I started questioning if I had wanted a baby at all. Eventually I knew that I really did. Even though I didn't really love her in the beginning I still loved you, and when I saw you with her it sort of made me happy too. I know how you look at me, like there's no one else in the room, and when you were with her it was like that. I wished that I could feel like that with her too, but I just never did."

They were both silent for a long while, before Santana took a deep breath.

"Did you ever forgive me for that?"

Quinn kissed Santana's cheek and let her lips linger there.

"Of course I did. We both made some bad decisions. Yes, you should have noticed sooner, but you were alone with a newborn. And yes, you could have handled my confession a lot better, but in a way it brought us closer. It's crazy to say it, but we both got help for our problems, and we both became better people in the end. When I was pregnant with Beth my doctor told me about PPD. She thought she should warn me, since I was a teenager and I was giving up my child, the risk was apparently higher or something. I knew very well what PPD was, but I didn't recognize it in myself."

"Did you ever think about self-harm?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, I did. But it was never severe, and I would never have acted on them. A while after Beth was born I began seeing a shrink regularly. She recognized the warning signs in me and she gave me some hints to help me if I ever felt the need to harm myself. They really helped me both times."

Santana nodded slowly.

"Did you ever think about hurting Liberty?"

Quinn shook her head.

"It's sort of hard to explain, but I'll try. Like I said, I never stopped loving you and I saw how much she meant to you. Of course I would never hurt a child in the first place, that would be horrible, but you helped a lot. Liberty didn't feel like my child at the time, but I still saw her as yours. I guess you can look at is as a stepparent connection in a way. I loved you so much and I knew that if anything had ever happened to her, no matter what or how, you would have been devastated, and that again would have crushed me."

"So in a way, you loved her through me?"

Quinn smiled and nodded.

"I guess I did. I'm really impressed with how well you were with her without me, San. I know how scared you were before she was born, but you really stepped up to the plate."

Santana closed her eyes and kissed Quinn deeply.

"Thank you. I really needed this talk."

Quinn smiled and nuzzled her cheek.

"So did I. I think it's good to talk about it sometimes, it reminds us of how far we've gotten."

"I'm so proud of how quickly you became well again though, after you began seeing Nathalie."

"Nathalie was amazing, but I couldn't have done it without you."

"I think we can agree that neither can function without the other."

Quinn giggled.

"I think I can agree with that. So, Mrs. Fabray-Lopez, you asked me if I wanted a boy or a girl, but what do you want?"

"Well, when we were planning Libby I did say that I wanted a boy first, to have a boy that could protect his little siblings. I do however think I'm quite relieved that we had a girl though, she's been really easy to handle and nothing but a joy. I think she'll be an amazing big sister to whatever we end up having. I completely agree with what you said, having a child is more important than the gender. I think having a boy would be lovely because then we'd have one of each, while having a girl would be amazing because then Libby would have a sister that was close to her in age and they could hopefully grow up to be best friends."

"As long as she doesn't become an only child I'll be happy."

Santana playfully scowled at her.

"Hey, what's wrong with being an only child?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow.

"Have you met yourself? Do you really want a Santana 2.0?"

Santana's eyes widened.

"We need to get her a sibling ASAP."

Quinn laughed.

"No worries babe, you're not that bad. I just think she'd enjoy having a sibling. Even though I have Frannie the age difference is so big that we both grew up as only children. It was really quite bad. I wouldn't want that for my kid."

"Me neither, I would have loved to have a brother or sister growing up. They might be annoying as hell, or at least that's what TV makes it seem like, but at least you always have someone there."

"She will have at least one brother or sister, we'll make sure of that."

Santana put her head back on Quinn's shoulder and playfully nipped at her ear lobe.

"Only two more weeks until we have our final appointment."

A chill went through Quinn's body as Santana bit and sucked on her ear lobe.

"Yeah… and in a month or so we'll know if we need to look at other options."

They remained silent, just enjoying each others company for a little while before Santana stood up.

"Come on, let's go watch a movie, Princeton Girl."

Quinn clapped excitedly as she ran towards their movie room.

"Hurry up, Nomad."


This was it. Santana was lying on this table, probably for the very last time. Her legs were spread, for someone other than Quinn, and it felt bittersweet. Of course she wished that she'd be back on this table, because being back probably meant that they'd been successful, but she couldn't allow herself to hope for that. Hoping for that would be like hoping to see a wild polar bear walking through the streets of LA. It just was not supposed to happen. Quinn knew how Santana felt, and she had done everything she could over the last few days to get the girl to forget about her fears and reality, and instead focus on what they had. It had also involved a lot of sex. Like seriously, they had been like rabbits. Not that Santana minded of course. So right now, while Santana was lying, with her legs spread, Quinn was seated by her side. Their fingers were laced, their eyes were on each other's and their focus was on nothing but them.

Quinn was currently trying to fight away Santana's insecurities by telling her a story.

"So I walked in and the first person I meet is of course Miranda. I hadn't seen her since the accident between the two of you, so I put on my best HBIC smile and say 'I hear you met my wife'. She instantly blushed and nodded, saying how you were such a lovely lady. It was quite funny, because you could tell that she was scared we were going to do something about it. Like have her fired or move Libby to another kindergarten."

"We could have her fired?"

Quinn shrugged.

"I don't know. Wouldn't surprise me, but I don't want to do that to someone. She's just a lady that clearly hasn't understood what century we live in."

Santana smiled.

"We've got better things to do than waste our time on her."

"Exactly. And Libby loves her kindergarten."

"I love seeing how happy she is when we pick her up."

Quinn smiled softly and Santana's heart melted.

"I love seeing how happy she is with you."