"Are you certain you want to do this?" Santana asked. "I'm fine with the home we have now. We don't have to move closer to my place of work. You still have all these memories here, both you and Riley."

Charlie looked at the paperwork that was sitting on the table in front of them, "It's not like we plan on moving far, you really liked the house we saw right?" Charlie said. "Riley's okay with it as long as we don't lose any of her things, and she gets a bigger room. It has a finished basement that she's already claimed—"

Santana rested a hand onto Charlie's hand, "That's not what I mean, will you be okay?" Santana asked gently. Riley's memories of her mother were hazy at best, now that she was about to turn into a teenager, she wanted the place with the amazing pool, and finished basement, which she planned to throw parties in. "We don't have to leave. It's where you and Frida shared plenty of happy memories. I know we're supposed to get married soon, but I'm not going to be unhappy living where we do now."

Charlie squeezes Santana's hand, "I'll always remember Frida. Nothing is going to take away the years we spent together. I don't need this house to help me remember her. I have photos, I have Riley, mostly." Charlie made a face at this. Riley was currently mad at her, much to her chagrin. It probably had something to do with signing up to supervise her first dance.

"I told you not to sign up for it," Santana mused, a smile crosses her face when Charlie sticks out her tongue at her. "Riley will get over it eventually as long as you ignore her, and you know—not be you."

"I will do nothing of the sort! I've already paid Sasha 100 dollars to push all the boys away from her. I stand by my actions."

Santana stared at her soon to be wife. There was a part of her that wondered what she had signed up for. It hadn't always been easy being with Charlie, and dealing with the ghost of Frida. But it had been nearly five years together and Charlie had finally proposed. She suspected both Riley and Charlie's mother had made comments. "You did what?"

Charlie hesitated and cleared her throat, and points back at the documents on the table. "As I was saying, I don't need this house to remember Frida. I want a clean slate with you, and this home is plenty big enough for us to grow a family together."

Santana nodded flashing Charlie a smile before pausing and focusing on the current problem at hand, "Seriously though, you didn't actually pay Sasha a hundred dollars to play goalkeeper and keep all the boys away from Riley, did you?"

"Of course not," Charlie said, sniffing indignantly. "I paid Bayley, Becky and Sasha. I'm not stupid, Sasha's just one person, and Becky seems to enjoy punching people in the throat."

Santana opens her mouth and then closes it, before pinching the bridge of her nose. "You better pray that Riley doesn't find out about this."

"I paid them an extra hundred, for their silence," Charlie said as she grabbed the pen on the table and signed her name on the documents.

"And you wonder why Riley is always mad at you."

"I'm her ma, and I worry about her. I remember what me and Quinn were like at that age and the things we did—"

"You taught her to punch people in the necks if they were being jerks and making her feel uncomfortable. Do you have any idea how many times I've gotten called into the office? You've basically paid for a brand-new library at that school. It's the only reason she hasn't been expelled."

Charlie stared at Santana and flashed her a smile. They were a team. "And you taught her to only do it when someone lays hands on her—"

"Also, not the point. Do you trust that you've—I've done most of the heavy lifting and that Riley is a good kid?"

"She was nearly expelled," Charlie pointed out, smirking as she throws Santana's words back at her.

Santana opens her mouth and then closes it before sighing, "You know what, I'm going to just tell Riley about what you did. Then I'm going to inform her friends that they really shouldn't do anything you ask, and you're going to let them keep any money that they earn. After all that is done, I'm going to sign up as a supervisor at her first dance to supervise you and keep you from being overprotective. And so, we understand each other, you're the one that nearly got her expelled. Not me."

Charlie puffed her cheeks for a moment, Santana always won these little arguments and then Riley got super mad at her. "Santana, let's be reasonable—"

"I am being reasonable, you're the one that's paying Riley's friends to spy on her. She's going to end up paranoid. So, you're going to apologize for being an asshole, and then promise to stay out of her business unless she trusts you enough to tell you."

"I'm her ma! I love her, I'm allowed to be worried!" Charlie objects, when Santana raises a brow at her she sighs. "Alright, alright," Charlie makes a face but smiles when Santana kisses her on the forehead. "I still think—"

"No, Charlie. She's growing up. She's going to make mistakes and when she does or she doesn't feel safe she needs to know that she can come to you without you overreacting," Santana said gently.

Charlie sighs and reaches for Santana's hand and squeezes it gently, Riley really was the last bit of Frida that she had left. "I just worry, and I know I'm not going to be winning any parent of the year awards that's why I need to know what's going on. You're much better with her than I am."

"That's because I can talk to her, and I let her make her own mistakes." Santana pointed out. She'd practically raised Riley since Frida had died, of course they were close.

"No, you were good with her from day one. I made the right choice all those years ago. You've always been more of a mother to her than just a nanny. If we ever decide to have kids together, I know you'll be amazing at it. Because you are amazing and the reason Riley loves you so much is because you stepped in when I couldn't—when I can't and you know exactly what to do. And I love you. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. I love you."

Santana squeezed Charlie's arm gently, "I love you too," she says with a smile. "That doesn't mean I'm not informing your daughter of your actions." She laughs when Charlie's face falls and she can't help but kiss it better. When she had met Quinn all those years ago, she had never expected that this would be her life. Charlie loved her, there were days of course that she wondered if it was the same as how she loved Frida. But those days were few and in between, sure Charlie got a bit moody on important days that she and Frida had once shared, but Charlie had made it clear that she was happy with her and they were having serious talks about maybe expanding their little family.