Santana kicked off her boots and turned frowning slightly when she didn't see Charlie or Fuzzbutt lurking like they did, whenever she came home. But judging from the smell that was coming from the kitchen Charlie was home and she was going to pamper the shit out of her. She enters the kitchen, trying to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible so she could sneak up on her wife.

"You delivered an animal, today didn't you?" Charlie asked without turning around as she tasted the dish she was making.

Santana sighs, she was never going to manage to sneak up on her. Something Charlie was eerily good at. She takes a step anyway and despite the smell and the fact she feels gross she leans in and wraps her arms around Charlie's waist and leans against her. "Yeah, I can't hide anything from your nose. Speaking of smells, what you making? Smells amazing."

"Spanish chickpeas and rice. You know, one of those one-pot meals that everyone on the Food Network is doing," Charlie responded before tossing in a bit more salt and turning to kiss Santana on the forehead. "Long day?"

"Yes." Santana groaned trying to push her wife to the side so she could sneak a small bite. She groans and reaches for the pepper to add a bit more. "Brittany's pregnant again, so I'm going to have to take over her duties soon. So, I'm going to be super busy in a few months."

"Again?" Charlie crinkled her nose, before turning so she could sneeze.

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry in advance. How's work?"

"Busy, we're getting a few more contracts, and there may be a government contract in the future. You'll be pleased to know that I'm on top of my paperwork," Charlie sighed. "You're not the only one that's going to be busy. Why did I think making a security firm filled with shifters was a good idea? We're already far better than the competition."

Santana nods, Charlie had been busy and it made her feel a bit guilty. She had probably gotten home early, and had been bored without her. "Just as long as you stay behind the desk instead of being on the field."

Charlie nods and moves to add a few more spices, "I will, are we going for our run tomorrow?"

"You feeling a bit antsy? I can make time if that's what you need," Santana said and looked at Charlie. It had been weeks since she'd shifted to Fuzzbutt. "Of course, I'll text Britt to clear my schedule in the morning. Now I'm going to go shower and then I'm going to have dinner and some wine and then you can spend the rest of the evening pampering me and maybe if you're super good, you'll get a happy ending."

Charlie laughed, "You mean after bringing you to multiple earth shattering orgasms?"

"That's the—" Santana froze when the doorbell rang and she felt Charlie stiffen beside her. "Is it another person trying to convert us to their weird cult?" Santana whispered quietly.

"No, worse. I don't know how I missed it," Charlie said tugging Santana close and glancing around the kitchen. "Shit, okay, can we go through the window?"

"Charlie," Santana said in an exasperated tone. "Who—" She freezes when the person pushes down on the doorbell. "The window."

Charlie nods and is about to turn off the stove top when there's a loud rapping on the window. "Shit. They've found us Santana. Maybe if we stay super still—" Charlie groans when Quinn begins to bang on her door heavily. "You go shower, I'll take care of it."

"No, we'll do it together. United front," Santana said with a sigh as she headed to the front door with Charlie trailing behind her. She forces a huge smile onto her face and she whips open the door.

"Aunt Tana! Aunt Chuck!" Three voices said in unison.

Santana looked down at the triplets who were only four years old. "Oh, look at that! You've lost your tooth Beth! Amazing!" Santana said leaning down to pick up the oldest of the three.

"I gets to have a visit from the tooth fairy!" Beth said excitedly.

"Isn't she a bit young?" Charlie asked as she gets swamped by the two other girls, Liza and Julie.

Rachel rubbed her eyes, "We were at the hospital all this morning, she fell and cracked her two front teeth," Rachel explains.

"Oh, baby are you okay?"

"Yes, she's fine. She's had like five popsicles." Quinn groaned. "Look, I know it's last minute but—"

Charlie glanced over at Santana who nodded, "Sure. Of course, you two can get some sleep. We'll take care of your little dem—" Charlie grimaced when Santana elbowed her hard. "Angels. We'll take care of your angels," Charlie corrected.

"Thanks," Rachel breathed, shoving the triplets overnight bag at Santana.

Santana rolled her eyes and looks over at Charlie before turning her attention to the kids. "Alright, who wants something yummy for dinner?"

"Me!" All three shouted at the same time.

~O~

"Hey Santana?" Charlie said as she flopped onto their bed.

"Hmm?"

"No kids. I know we said we'd talk about it but—"

Santana exhaled loudly, "Oh thank god. I thought we were going to—"

Charlie relaxes a bit and sits up. "There are enough children in our lives right now and with Brittany having more and everyone using us as free babysitting—I mean they're ruining our lives and they're not even ours," Charlie muttered. They were supposed to be having sex right now, or cuddling or watching a movie not—being dead tired and miserable.

"I don't think I've seen Rachel that miserable before, I mean they're a handful now but later? Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision—"

"You did. I know you did, because that could be us Santana. You know exhausted and freaking out about our kids who are exceptionally clumsy for shifters, and still have the urge to procreate more and more," Charlie shuddered. "And you were worried that I was going to resent you."

Santana scoffed, she had been worried about that but their life was normal. She had married a werewolf, and there was no howling at the moon. There was no using her shoes as chew toys it was just a normal adult relationship, with someone who worshiped the ground she walked on. "Well you did run away to Alaska because I broke up with you," Santana shoots back.

"I admit that was a mistake," Charlie smiled, pulling Santana close. "If we're quiet—"

"Charlie there are children around."

"Yeah, but not ours," Charlie grinned as Santana slowly smiled.

"True enough," she said kissing Charlie deeply. Charlie was her happy ending, and sure they didn't have kids but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was the two of them against the world.