The rain was beating down in Lima as Brittany ran through the streets, her hysterical sobs matching the weather. She couldn't believe the conversation she'd just had with her parents; of all the reactions she'd expected; that wasn't it. She stopped to breathe against a wall once she was satisfied that she was far away enough from home, she didn't care that she was getting drenched. She pulled out her phone to frantically dial Santana's number. Luckily, Santana picked up after just three rings.
"Babe! How did it go?"
"Santana, where are you?"
Santana's heart skipped a beat, she could tell by the sound of Brittany's voice that she wasn't okay, she either was crying or had been crying.
"Brit, what's wrong? Are you okay? Did your parents react badly?"
"I just I…I need to see you. I'll explain everything when I see you"
It was the former. Brittany was crying, and Santana felt helpless, as she chewed her lip to stop her own tears.
"It's okay. It's okay babe, it's okay. I'm going to drop Mila at my mom's house now, then I'm driving straight to get you. Where are you?"
"I'm round the corner from my parent's house, by the Starbucks"
"Okay" Santana nodded, making sure her own mind was clear so she could do what she needed to do and get to Brittany "Okay, I'm going to be with you in 15 minutes, I promise. Wait inside the Starbucks so you don't get cold".
"No, I'll be fine here. I don't want to risk seeing anyone"
The crack in Brittany's voice just about broke Santana, but she had to stay strong. She could only wonder what Whitney and Pierce had said to upset her like this.
"But Brit it's pouring with rain out there"
"I said I'm fine Santana" Brittany answered, instantly feeling bad for snapping at her girlfriend when she was just trying to help, but at the same time not being able to combat her emotions.
Santana swallowed and tried not to feel hurt. She knew Brittany was just upset.
"Okay, okay, just wait outside for me. I'll be 15 minutes, I'm getting Mila's stuff together now and I'm getting in the car, and I'll be right with you. Everything's going to be alright Brit, whatever it is, we're going to talk and we're going to get through it together".
Brittany didn't answer that, because this time she wasn't sure talking was going to solve anything. She chewed her lip as she listened to the muffling on the end of the phone as she heard Santana beckoning Mila to come and get in the car.
"Babe? Are you still there?"
"Mm-hm" Brittany nodded, voice small and vulnerable like that of a child.
"I'm getting in the car so I'm going to hang up now, okay? Just hang tight, and I'll be there before you know it, yeah?"
"Yeah" Brittany swallowed.
"I love you Brit; I'll be with you as quick as I can"
Brittany closed her eyes at the words and held the phone to her chest. She just hoped her girlfriend's love could heal the ache she felt gnawing at the pit of her stomach right now.
It felt like hours that she stood in the rain in her tears, waiting for Santana to arrive, but really it was just 15 minutes as promised. She didn't even notice her car pulling up until Santana was standing right in front of her with her arms outstretched, face etched with concern.
"Brit look at you, you're soaked. Come here"
Brittany shook her head and stepped back slightly as she glanced around.
"Not now. Let's just go home. I can't do this here".
Santana nodded her understanding and quickly ran over to the passenger side, opening the door for Brittany, desperate to get her into the warmth even though the damage had already been done.
It was a silent car ride home, with Santana knowing she wasn't going to get anything out of Brittany until they were safely back between the four walls of her home, but she couldn't stop glancing at Brittany in concern. It was an action that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde, but she didn't meet Santana's gaze, leaving Santana wondering what the hell had been said to send her girlfriend into such a state.
As soon as they were inside, Brittany ran up to Santana's bedroom, Santana following close behind her. She was happy to see that Brittany had at least stopped crying, but she knew that was only half the problem. Brittany was inside her own head, and she could see that clearly, as she watched her sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat down next to her and turned her body towards her.
"Is it about Sam? Did they not take the news well?" she asked softly, reaching out to cup Brittany's face. As Brittany flinched and pulled away from her, she couldn't mask the feeling of hurt this time. She knew exactly what Brittany was doing, she'd seen her do it once and only once before, when she was hurting after losing the baby. She was pushing her away.
"No, it's not about Sam. They weren't so bothered about Sam. They were bothered about us though".
Santana swallowed harshly. She never expected Brittany's parents to not be okay about them being together, they were always so accepting and open, and they always loved her and treated her like a second daughter. She was worried about what this out of the blue reaction would mean for their relationship from Brittany's perspective, but she tried to push all her anxieties down. This wasn't about her; it was about Brittany. She couldn't face trying to tap down Brittany's defensive shell right now, she knew it wasn't going to work and that it would only hurt her when she needed to be strong. She needed to let Brittany process things and calm down a bit, so instead she switched herself onto auto pilot.
"Brit, we need to get you out of those wet clothes. How about I run you a bath?"
"I'm fine like this."
"How about a nice hot shower then?"
"I said I'm okay!" Brittany snapped.
"Brittany, I'm just trying to help you" Santana said, emotions rising and the crack in her voice giving her away slightly. It was enough for Brittany to feel bad, but not enough for her to fully break her shell.
"Fine, I'll have a shower then" she sighed, walking off towards the en-suite bathroom and leaving Santana wringing her hands nervously as she tried to figure out what to do.
She hoped some time alone and space in the shower would do Brittany some good and soften her demeanour, but the minute she heard Brittany's loud sobs from the bathroom, she rushed in there with no intentions of leaving her alone. It was a walk-in shower, so she saw Brittany immediately, eyes scrunched shut as her back pressed against the cold tiles as the streams of hot water hit against her. The sight just about broke Santana's heart, and she rushed over fully clothed, her shirt instantly wet as she reached through the water to firmly grab Brittany by the shoulders.
"Babe please. Please talk to me. I understand. I get it. I know what it's like to be rejected over your sexuality. Don't push me away like this again Brit please because, it's killing me".
"How can you possibly understand Santana? Your parents welcomed you with open arms, they understood your sexuality and your desire to love who you wanted to love, no questions asked".
Santana felt her own self getting teary now, she couldn't stand to see Brittany being so short with her like this. The panic was steadily rising inside her.
"They did, but what about my Abuela? She didn't. It took her years to come around to the idea, and even now, I'm not so sure she's fully on board with it. But Brit this isn't a competition, I just want to help you".
Suddenly Brittany's defensiveness started to wilt into a frantic frenzy, and she began shaking her head.
"I don't know if I can do this Santana. How can I be happy with who I am when my own parents can't be? How can they say they love me but then question me like this? How are we on such different pages? They don't understand me at all. I can't…I didn't expect this. I knew they'd be upset about Sam, and I knew they'd be shocked about you, but I never thought I'd hear the words that came out of my mom's mouth today. I never knew I'd have to go in there defending myself, defending us. Having conversations with them that you and I haven't even had yet. I can't do it San. I just can't do it".
And by now Santana was fully panicking, she shook Brittany by the shoulders who was still crying hysterically, the warm jets of the shower covering them both, but they were so in the moment they barely noticed.
"Brit look at me. Look at me please" she pleaded, only continuing when aqua eyes met with her own "Whatever they said, whatever they think, I'm going to help you through this. But I can't do that if you don't open up to me. When you get inside your own head like this and push me away, it really, really scares me Brit and it makes me feel so helpless. And I know it's easier said than done to just snap out of it, because I've done the same to you, because for whatever reason we both struggle talking when it gets to the important stuff. But remember in Hawaii? We made a solution to fix that. We promised we'd start communicating better, and we even invented pillow talk sessions. But right now, you're not sticking to that promise."
She paused for a moment, letting her words sink into Brittany, keeping her hands on her shoulders to steady her.
"And do you remember what you said to me last week?" Santana asked, the tears ran down her face as she looked at Brittany, who was still whimpering as she listened to her girlfriend's words.
She continued, desperate to get through to her, desperate to push her own doubts far, far away, as well as Brittany's.
"You said that you were scared about telling your parents, but not as scared as you were of a future without me in it. And that whatever they threw at you, you didn't care, because you'd have me at the end of it. And you do have me Brit. You have me forever but…now I'm wondering if you even want me forever. I'm wondering if you even want me at all."
By now, Santana's own sobs mirrored Brittany's, as all her own insecurities rose to the surface. Two girls hysterically crying under the shower, one fully clothed and one naked, it was like something out of a film and it was nothing short of dramatic.
"Do you want me forever? Do you want this still? Because I'm just as scared as you are about a future without you in it. I can't lose you Brit, I just can't. Not now. Not ever."
And that was all it took for Brittany to relent and finally let Santana in as she crashed towards her, together they sank down against the wall as Santana held Brittany close. They both sat under the water and just cried until eventually the sobs began to subside into soft whimpers. Santana soothingly stroked Brittany's wet hair as she shushed her and whispered soothing words into her, before eventually turning off the water. She reached out for a towel, squeezing Brittany's hand when she felt Brittany grab onto her as she got up to move, letting her know that she wasn't going anywhere. She managed to stretch to reach the towel and keep one hand on Brittany, sticking out her tongue in concentration, and when she got it, she quickly bundled it around her girlfriend to keep her warm. Feeling braver now that Brittany was no longer going to push her away, she placed a soft kiss on top of her head, and they sat for a while longer on the floor of the shower until Santana felt Brittany was ready to move.
"Come on" Santana whispered softly against her "Let's go have that pillow talk".
In one swift movement, she pulled Brittany up and steered her into the bedroom, pulling out two sleep shirts for them to change into. They collapsed back on the bed and Brittany shuffled into Santana, tugging at her shirt and holding her impossibly close, bunching the material in her hands. She may have tried to push Santana away earlier, but now she wanted her as close as possible. Santana just continued to soothingly stroke down her arms, waiting for her to be ready to talk.
Eventually Brittany did speak, voice croaky, but it wasn't the words Santana was expecting.
"When I said that I didn't know if I could do this. I didn't mean you. I meant the situation in general, but never you. Never us. I get silly sometimes and I push you away, but I'll never push you away for long. And I really am going to try hard to work on that whole being defensive thing. Sometimes things just hurt too much to verbalise and all I want to do is run and not face things".
"I understand that sweetheart, I do the same things too."
"But I'm so sorry San. I'm sorry for doing that, and I'm even more sorry for filling your head with doubts again. It was the wrong choice of wording to use, but you have to believe me that no matter what I say or do in moments of panic, wanting you is always a constant. I love you so much, and it's true that a future without you scares me, maybe that's why today affected me the way that it did".
"It's okay" Santana breathed softly "You scared me for a minute, but I get it, and I know now. I do think we're doing a great job of working on things, and that we will get better at communicating if we keep at it, keep doing things like this and being there for each other. I know how scary it can be to put your thoughts out there, but I do think that talking really helps. Holding things inside is just never, ever good for you and we've both learned that the hard way".
"I agree" Brittany nodded, tracing the contour of Santana's face with her finger.
"Are you ready to talk about it now?"
Brittany swallowed nervously and nodded once more, as she began to recount everything that had happened with her parents.
"I don't really know where to begin" she shrugged.
"Just…start at the beginning." Santana said softly, giving Brittany's hand a gentle squeeze "You said they weren't okay about us. What did they say exactly? Are they concerned about you being with a girl? About being with me? Or is it just that they're a bit confused about everything. I guess it is a lot for them to take in Brit, we know what we're doing here and that this is right for us, but maybe it's going to take them longer to get their heads around everything".
"I understand that, I do. I fully expected them to be confused and have a lot of questions. I knew they'd need time to process it. The wedding was so quick in itself, and now I'm telling them that actually Sam and I aren't together anymore, and that I'm with you instead. It's not like they even knew I liked women either, so I would have understood if they just needed time to make sense of it all. But it's not just that. It's what my mom said about my sexuality and about our relationship that's bothering me".
"What did she say?" Santana asked, tenderly reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair off Brittany's face.
"She said that my bisexuality is a choice" Brittany answered, and as she said the words out loud her voice began to crack again "She said that loving you is a choice and that unlike you, I actually have the liberty of picking an easier life and being with a man over a woman. I don't think she understands that the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life, apart from losing my baby, is watching you from afar for years and not being able to have you. And loving you…San, loving you isn't even a choice, but it is the easiest thing I've ever done. But no, she has to just step all over that with her views. If I'd said I was gay, who knows maybe she would have reacted differently, but I'm not so this is what we've got. I've never had my sexuality questioned like that before. I've never felt so…so invalid Santana".
"Baby, you're not invalid. Nothing about you or your feelings or your sexuality is invalid, okay? I'm really sorry that your mom reacted like that, and that you've had to hear it, but you have to know that it isn't true. We don't choose who we fall in love with Brit, you know that. And just because you have the capacity to fall in love with both genders, doesn't make your feelings for me any less real. You know, I've been a part of this community for years now, and I see it all the time with bisexuals being shoved out and made to feel like they don't fit in because they're "not fully gay", but they're not straight either, so where do they fit? And it makes me so angry Brit, because your bisexuality is just as valid as me being a lesbian, and Kurt being gay, and Quinn being straight. Nobody has the right to tell you who you should and shouldn't love. It's not a choice. You are who you are, and who you are is beautiful, and I love you for it".
Brittany's face crumpled at Santana's touching words, and she allowed Santana to pull her in closer and hold her as she cried.
"Did your mom give you a reason why she thinks that being with a man is easier?"
Brittany sighed.
"Well, the main thing she mentioned is about me having children. And I think that's why it's hit such a raw nerve because, she mentioned the miscarriage and how she knew how important it was to me to carry a child of my own, and I just think how dare she? How dare she bring up such a sensitive topic to me and use that in a way to convince me that it's easier to be with a man."
"Sweetheart, you don't need to be with a man for that. If having children is something you wanted us to do together in the future, then we can totally do that. People always talk about adoption when it comes to same-sex couples, but if you really wanted to carry a child, there's options Brit. There's IUI, IVF, and sure we'd need a sperm donor, but we wouldn't need a man actively involved. Two women in love are just as capable as raising a baby, as a man and woman are".
"I know that honey" said Brittany, cupping Santana's face appreciatively "That's exactly what I told my mom. It's just complete ignorance on her part to think that I couldn't have a baby in the same way I could with a man, and I'm shocked she's even got that view. I didn't expect that from her. And San, ever since the miscarriage I'd love to carry my own child and have a second chance at that, but I've also realised that in the grand scheme of things it's not that important. I'd like to experience a successful pregnancy, but that's all it is. The dynamics of biology don't matter to me. It doesn't matter if I carried the child, you carried the child or if we adopted, I would love them all the same. Mila is already testimony to that, because if we did have a baby one day, I wouldn't love them anymore or any less than I love her, because even though she's not mine; I love her like she is. And we don't even know what the future holds for us, maybe it won't even happen, but if it didn't it would be okay because I would be with you. You are my biggest source of happiness Santana, you and Moo, and I just can't for the life of me think how my mom would want me to throw all that away just so I could potentially have an easier fertility journey. And that's just potential. There are no guarantees in a successful pregnancy just because the child's been conceived naturally. I know that better than anyone".
Santana's heart hurt at that, as she saw the pain mirrored in Brittany's eyes. She had always loved and respected Whitney, but she couldn't help but think about how reckless and thoughtless her words were today given Brittany's past in losing a child. As well as extremely ignorant. She pressed a string of soft kisses against Brittany's forehead, before Brittany continued.
"On top of all that, she had to then go on to say that all children need a male role model. I mean, what kind of 1950s bullshit is that? I was so done with her at that point. I barely had words because I was so shocked".
"How about your dad? Did he say anything?"
"Actually, he did stick up for me at that point. He said that kids don't necessarily need a male role model and mentioned single parents and how not all kids have a mom and a dad and a role model of each gender. But for the most part, he was silent. You know what my dad's like, he sits on the fence, and I love him but…I wish he'd stick up for me more because when my mom gets on one like that. It just gets loud. It was hard to take. I wish you had been there after all".
"Oh babe, I wish I had been there too. But in reality, it wouldn't have made things any better or changed their opinion, it might have even made things worse. But I'm here now, and you know I'm here to support you and to prop you up, and I'm really proud of your strength today. It can only get better from here. Deep down, your parents love you, they might just need a little time to process everything. And your mom might not understand your sexuality and all that comes with that, but the good thing is that we can educate her. People are always capable of learning and changing and becoming better people. Maybe when she sees us together, and sees how happy we make each other, she'll realise that we're just like everybody else".
"I hope so San" Brittany sighed "I really do."
"Can I share something with you? Something that I think all parents feel when they give birth to their child" Santana asked tentatively, she didn't want to be condescending or to make Brittany feel even more aware of the fact she hadn't got to that stage with her own baby, but she felt what she had to say might help somewhat.
"Sure" Brittany smiled.
"When you have a child, whether you plan it or not, as soon as that child is placed in your arms you have a whole load of expectations for them. You think about their future. How they're going to turn out, what they're going to be when they grow up and all that stuff. Because we're programmed to believe that certain things are the norm, sometimes those visions manifest in that way. So like, when Mila was going through the terrible two's I remember every time I whined my Mom was like 'You just wait until she gets to 16! That's when the real trouble starts' and when she said that I'd have all these visions in my head of her being like me at that age, and how crazy I was going to be when she got her first boyfriend, but in reality, I know first-hand that maybe she won't even have a boyfriend. I don't know who she's going to fall in love with when she's older, and I don't know her future, but those norms that we're socialised into give us those visions subconsciously. I think a lot of that changed when I discovered my own sexuality, and you know I bring Mila up to be open, there really is no 'norm' for her and that's great, but she's a whole new generation. Your mom is obviously a different generation to us, so she's even more likely to have had visions for you when you were a kid that adhered to those societal norms. I think what I'm trying to say is that it doesn't mean she or your dad love you any less, just maybe that they need some time to rehash that picture they had in their head, the one where you probably married a man and had 2.4 children, and come to terms with the new one. Does that make sense?"
"It makes a lot of sense" Brittany nodded "I guess you can have those visions for your kids as soon as you get pregnant, because I definitely thought about the future with my baby when I was, and obviously I didn't get to the point of giving birth and extending those visions. But can I share something with you that I felt when Mila was born?"
"Always" Santana smiled, she never tired of hearing Brittany's perspective on Mila being born.
"When you placed her down on the bed and I looked at her for the first time, and all I could see was this mini version of you, I just felt so much love. I got there that day feeling a mixture of emotions, and I was just so…so angry with you for keeping this huge secret from me. But when I looked down at Mila's little face, all of that melted away. I've never felt such an instant love before, and I knew right then and there that I'd be in her life forever, and that I'd do anything to protect her from pain. I'd do anything to protect both of you from pain. It was unconditional, and like nothing she could ever tell me in future would ever take that love away, as long as she was always happy. I just don't understand how my parents, and my mom in particular, don't have that same level of love and respect for me".
Santana swallowed, because what Brittany had said hit home. She of course felt that sudden bout of unconditional love for Mila as soon as she was placed in her arms. It was a feeling that stopped her making what would have been the biggest mistake of her life, giving Mila up for adoption. She couldn't understand how the Pierce's didn't have the ability to accept Brittany's happiness either, but she could only hope in time that the shock would lessen, and their views would change.
For now, all she could do was take her girlfriend into her arms and whisper soothing words to calm her, letting her know she was loved and that she was valid.
As Brittany began to calm under her girlfriend's touch, the two of them lay there for what felt like hours, just staring at each other with tender and loving caresses.
Suddenly Brittany closed her eyes and let out a smile that sent volts straight to Santana's heart.
"What are you smiling at?" Santana chuckled.
"You called me baby for the first time earlier" Brittany noted, she had opened her eyes now, but the grin was still present on her face.
Santana let out her own shy smile.
"The first time out-loud" she thought, thinking back to the time when she had slipped and used that pet name for Brittany many years ago as she slept beside her, before Santana even realised her feelings for her best friend.
"Well, that's because you are my baby" Santana let out bashfully, voice soft in a tone that was only reserved for her girlfriend.
The revelation only made Brittany smile harder, and she leaned forward to kiss Santana.
"And one day in future, if you want there to be, we'll have our baby. No matter what anybody else says" Santana continued, her hand lingering over Brittany's stomach as she swept her thumb over it.
Brittany's heart fluttered at the words, and she captured Santana in another kiss, one that Santana was only too happy to oblige.
"I really am sorry though San, that we've been forced to have a discussion like this so early on. That's another reason why it annoyed me so much. My mom was bringing up something that you and I hadn't even properly discussed for ourselves yet".
"Hey, don't worry, it was always going to be a discussion we'd have some day. And we're both on the same page aren't we? Besides, it's not like you're a Tinder hook up who just got a U-Haul after our second date. We've been in each other's lives for a long time, and we both know this is the real deal and that there's going to be a long future ahead of us".
"You always have all the right words to say" Brittany sighed contentedly "Thank you angel. You've made me feel so much better".
"Always Brit. That's what I'm here for. Anything you need."
Brittany leaned in for a third time, and before they knew it their kisses were becoming a lot more heated until Brittany pulled away breathlessly.
"You. That's what I need right now. I really, really need you".
Santana pushed her back gently and rushed to calm her.
"Shh baby, I know. You've got me. I'm here"
By now she had become accustomed to Brittany's wants and needs, and she knew she didn't have much time, so she quickly discarded Brittany's sleep shirt in favour of a slow build-up, she bit her lip in desire as she remembered Brittany was fully naked underneath, before making way for the sweet spot on her neck.
She was just about to lower her trail of kisses when she felt Brittany tug desperately at her shirt, so she hurriedly removed it, watching as her girlfriend's eyes darkened with desire. She then watched as her eyes closed and she took a sharp intake of breath, as she continued kissing down, stopping at Brittany's breasts and gently kneading with one hand whilst caressing the soft, milky skin of her hip with the other.
Santana felt her own arousal building as she took Brittany's nipple into her mouth and heard Brittany moan, she kept her eyes on her at all times, watching her pleasure building and building. Santana loved boobs, and her girlfriend had a great pair, so she always liked to give them a lot of attention. But in this instance, she didn't get to take her time as much as she usually wanted. Brittany was desperate.
"San please, I can't wait much longer" Brittany panted.
Santana trailed her hand down to where Brittany most needed her, releasing Brittany's nipple with a pop when she reached her destination.
She expertly located the spot she needed to take Brittany over the edge, as she began to work her thumb over Brittany's clit, watching as the blonde's breathing grew heavier and more ragged.
"Inside San. I need you inside".
Santana felt her own breath hitch, because hearing Brittany tell Santana what she needed was such a turn on for her, and she had noted that Brittany was becoming increasingly more confident in all that.
She dipped two fingers inside Brittany, letting out her own moan at the touch, and began to pump her fingers in and out while her thumb continued to circle her clit. She knew it wouldn't be long before Brittany peaked, and she felt her eyes widen as she watched her girlfriend, eyes scrunched tight and mouth curled upwards with pleasure as she allowed a moan to escape with every thrust of Santana's fingers.
"Come on, baby. Let yourself go" Santana breathed huskily, and that was all Brittany needed to climb the steps to paradise.
"Fuck, San!" she groaned, before letting out one last shriek of pleasure as her hips bucked forcefully against Santana's hand.
Watching Brittany lose all control like that was now up there with one of Santana's favourite sights, and she had to let that be known. When the time was right, she removed her hand and leaned over Brittany, who was glistening with sweat and still trying to regain composure.
"You look so beautiful when you come Brit" Santana admitted, leaning forward to place a firm kiss on her lips, before climbing in next to her and curling in beside her. She pulled the blankets over them both and stroked Brittany's side tenderly as she waited for her to come down from her high, occasionally pressing soft lazy kisses against her.
As Brittany returned to earth, she rolled over in Santana's arms with a sated smile, placing another kiss against Santana's plump, inviting lips.
"I love you, baby" Brittany admitted earnestly.
She smiled as she watched Santana's eyes widen, blood rising in her cheeks as she blushed, before letting out a soft smile of her own.
"What are you smiling at?" Brittany teased, knowing full well what Santana was smiling at, as she tapped her nose playfully.
"You just called me baby for the first time" Santana beamed.
"Well…" Brittany smirked, mirroring the conversation they'd had earlier "That's because you are my baby".
And Santana lunged forward to kiss Brittany again, pulling her impossibly close as she settled into the crook of her neck with a contented sigh.
They cuddled and fell into a comfortable silence until Brittany broke it a while later.
"San?"
"Hm?"
"You think maybe we can hold off telling Mila 'til next weekend and just have a nice, happy day together tomorrow, just the three of us? I don't know if I've got the energy in me for anymore big announcements or shocks right now".
"Course we can Brit. Whenever you're ready. For what it's worth though, I know that when we do tell her she's going to be the happiest little girl in the world, you don't need to worry about that".
"I know, I think that too, but I just want a day of us just being us and not having to think about everything. Today has been…heavy".
"That's completely understandable babe. Tomorrow the three of us will just have a nice, stress-free, family day out together okay?" Santana asked, and Brittany nodded gratefully "More importantly though, what do we want to do tonight? We've got the house all to ourselves. I could cook for you like a proper date, or we could get take-out, then cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie together?"
"All of that sounds perfect baby, but right now? Right now, I just want to make love to you and thank you for everything you've done today"
"You never need to thank me for that Brit. I'm your partner, that's what I'm here for."
"I know." Brittany smiled softly, before it slowly turned into a seductive grin "But I'm going to show you anyway".