Failed Breakfasts & ER Visits
"Mommy!"
"Momma!"
Groaning at the sound of her daughter shouting from outside her bedroom, Santana rolls over to face her still sleeping wife.
"Mommy!" Sophia shouts once again.
"Britt, Soph wants you." Santana whines, lightly shoving the blonde lying next to her.
"You go. I wanna finish this dream." Brittany mumbles and turns away from Santana, who's now poking at her.
"Momma! Mommy!"
"C'mon babe," Santana begs, pushing her head into Brittany's neck before placing a soft kiss, "She likes you more."
It wasn't a lie. Sure, the four-year-old loved both of her moms equally, but whenever she was upset, tired or just wanted to play, she would always go to her mommy before her momma. Santana didn't mind. After all the kid was basically a miniature version of herself, both looks and personality wise so of course she was obsessed with Brittany, it was in the genes.
It also helped that because Sophia was so much like her momma, Brittany understood and knew how to handle the little brunette after dealing with her wife for the past sixteen years. Whereas Santana and Sophia would often bump heads a lot since they were both incredibly stubborn and always determined to get what they wanted.
Now all Santana wanted was to not lose an argument to a preschooler.
"But I already got up with Gabe." Brittany argued, pulling the covers over her head.
Knowing she had officially lost by that since when Santana was pregnant with their first child they had made a deal that if one of them had to get up in the middle of the night because of one of their kids then the other would have to get up in the morning with them and since Brittany got up two hours prior to deal with a nineteenth-month-old Gabriel who cried because he got his foot stuck between the bars of his crib, Santana begrudgingly gets out of bed, throwing an oversized shirt on, having only slept in shorts and opens the door.
"Morning, baby," She smiles, crouching down in front of her daughter.
"Happy Mother's Day!" Sophia shouts, throwing her arms around her momma.
"Yup, Happy Mothe- Thanks." Santana grins, standing back up straight and lifting Sophia onto her hip, "So, are you okay? How did you sleep?"
"Good! But Max isn't."
"What do you mean Max isn't?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows, since she knows that Max, her seven-year-old is usually asleep at this time and is always the last of her kids to wake up.
"He's bleeding." She says, pointing to the side of her face.
"W-What do you mean he's bleeding?"
"Downs-"
"Momma!" Interrupts Gabe, the blonde toddler who seemingly climbed out of his crib, again, and is bouncing at his baby gate, showing his momma a toothy smile.
Unlike his big sister who is the opposite, Gabriel is the double of his mommy yet is obsessed with his momma, who in return is just as obsessed with her baby. However, it seemed like Gabe's personality was a mixture of both of his moms, but in the most chaotic way. He was reckless, never did what he was told and was consistently on the move, often climbing things that would then lead to tears and bruises.
"Soph, where is he bleeding?" Santana demands, ignoring Gabe who is repeatedly shouting for his momma, not used to not having her attention.
"He's downstairs. In the kitchen." She explains.
"Britt! Sorry but you gotta get up." The brunette shouts into her bedroom before placing Sophia back on the floor and runs off to make her way down the stairs.
It only takes a couple of seconds to get to the kitchen but in those seconds she manages to think of all the possible situations that could be waiting for her. How was Max bleeding? He knew better than to play with knives, plus they kept them hidden after the incident a few weeks ago where Gabe somehow managed to grab one out of the drawer when they weren't looking. Was he bleeding so much that he couldn't come and get her himself? Then again Sophia did also inherit her tendency to overreact and Max possibly just has a tiny cut and is actually perfectly fine.
Her thoughts are interrupted once she steps into the kitchen and hears her son whimpering. She rushes towards the sound and to find him on the floor sitting against the island with his small hands holding the left side of his jaw.
"Shit." She gasps, looking at the wide eyes of her son, "Sorry, baby, what happened?"
"I fell."
"From where?" Santana asks, grabbing a dishcloth and holding it to where the blood was coming from, "This is gonna hurt, but it'll stop the bleeding, okay?"
Max just nods, the tears running down his face mixing in with the blood.
"I'm sorry." Sooths Santana, her free hand brushing his hair, "What happened?"
"I fell off the counter."
"And why were you on the counter?" She asks ignoring the anger and disappointment after the years of telling her kids, and wife, not to stand on the counter, "You know you're not allowed on the counter and you also know that you're not allowed to come downstairs if me and mommy are still in bed."
"I wanted to make you breakfast." He sniffs, brushing his tears away, "For Mother's Day."
Santana smiles before pressing a kiss to his forehead, "You're so sweet, baby, and I love you for that but we have those rules because it's dangerous and we never wanted any of you to get hurt."
"I'm sorry, mama."
"It's okay." She whispers, placing another kiss on his forehead, as she hears the rest of her family come down the stairs
She's still sitting on the floor behind the kitchen island holding a cloth to Max's jaw, which has seemingly stopped most of the bleeding.
"Let's go and find Max and Mama." Brittany tells the blonde toddler in her arms as they walk into the kitchen, Gabe's binky back in his mouth and stuffed dinosaur toy in his small hands, which once belonged to Brittany and then Sophia who decided to give it to her baby brother.
"Mama!" The boy babbles, desperate for his morning cuddles from his mama that he usually gets when he wakes up.
"Hey, San?" Brittany shouts, not seeing Santana or their bleeding son yet, "Soph told me Max was bleeding, want me to go get a band aid? I think we have Spider-man or-"
"I think we need more than a band aid, Britt." Santana stresses, looking up at her wide eyed wife who has finally wandered far enough into the kitchen to notice Max on the floor, blood dripping on his shirt and Santana's arm that's still pressing the now red washcloth to his jaw.
"Oh my God," Brittany gasps and rushes to put a confused looking Gabe in his high chair at the island, before kneeling on the floor next to Max, stroking his hair, "What happened, sweetie?"
"He was trying to make us breakfast for Mother's Day." Santana explained, "I thin-"
"Mama!" Gabe interrupted, banging his hands against the tray trying to get his mama's attention, his binky and dinosaur now lying on the floor.
"I think the bleedings almost stopped." She informs Brittany, ignoring the sounds of Gabe's banging and shouts.
"Lemme look."
Brittany places a kiss on Max's cheek before replacing Santana's hand on the washcloth with hers and slowly peeling it off.
Wincing, she turns to Santana and whispers, "He's gonna need stitches."
The brunette just nods as her heart sinks at the thought of her baby boy in pain.
Brittany carefully places the washcloth back onto the cut and gives Max a gentle smile, "Looks like we're gonna have to take you to the ER, bud."
"But I wanna make you breakfast." Max pouts, more tears running down his cheeks, except this time it's not because of pain.
"How about you help us make dinner? Or you could make us breakfast some other time but supervised?" Brittany suggests and Max quickly agrees.
"Okay, so wh-" Santana starts but yet again, is interrupted by her youngest and finally loses it, "Gabe! Enough!"
The boy stops his banging and yelling at the sound of his mother shouting, not used to the sound, especially not when it's aimed at him.
"Santana." Mumbles Brittany, shocked, since like Gabe, she's not used to hearing her wife shout at their kids.
"I'm sorry." She whispers, her eyes watering when she notices Gabriel pouting his own eyes watering.
"Go get dressed," Brittany tells her, "You take Max to the hospital, I'll stay here with Sophia and Gabe."
Santana breathes out an "Okay" in agreement before standing up, her legs numb, and walks out of the kitchen, stopping to give Gabe a kiss in apology to settle him down but instead he just shakes his head and tries to push her away, making her heart sink even more.
She's pretty sure this is the worst Mother's Day ever. One kid is bleeding and needs to go to hospital, she made one kid cry and now he hates her (she knows that's extreme since Gabe isn't even capable of hate but still, it sucks), and she doesn't even know where Sophia is.
She just prays to God that she hasn't gotten into her and Brittany's make-up again.
It's the buzzing of her phone in her back pocket that brings Santana out of her thoughts.
Unfortunately, unlike Santana had hoped, the hospital visit wasn't a quick one and even though she had slightly threatened the receptionist, Max wasn't able to be seen by a doctor right away since is wasn't technically an emergency and there was a long wait because as it turns out Mother's Day was a lot more dangerous than Santana had thought.
The two of them were sitting in the waiting room of the ER, Max curled up into his mother's side with a fresh gauze on his jaw that one of the nurses gave him unlike he was able to be seen by one of the doctors.
From Britt-Britt: Any update?
Deciding it would be easier to actually talk to Brittany, Santana presses call and lets out a heavy sigh when the blonde answers before the first ring.
"Still nothing?"
"Nope. Seriously, Britt, It's fu-" She stops herself, looking down at her now sleeping son before continuing, "It's fucking ridiculous, like, shouldn't he be a priority since he's a kid and is literally bleeding from his face?"
"He's still bleeding?" Santana hears the panic in her voice.
"No, it's stopped but he's still in pain." Santana informs her, stroking Max's hair, "Anyways, how's Gabe? Has he calmed down yet? I feel awful."
"Last I saw he was fine and please don't feel bad, babe, you were overwhelmed, it's understandable that you lost your temper."
"Wait, what do you mean 'last you saw'? Where is he?"
"Home." Brittany answers nonchalantly and Santana can picture the small shrug that her wife probably just done.
"So where are you?"
"On my way to the hospital."
"You left Gabe at home? Alone? Or is Soph there?" Santana exclaims, her eyes widening in fear.
"What? No, of course not, your mom's there. She was coming over for lunch, remember? She came over early exactly like you said she would."
"Oh." Santana sighs in relief.
"Yeah, oh." She snorts. "You're never gonna let me live accidentally leaving Max alone in the house when he was a baby down are you? Because you already forgave me for that and I only went to get the mail. I didn't even leave the garden."
"Sorry, I know you wouldn't do that. Especially Gabe. The kid could be seventeen and I still don't want him home alone otherwise there'll be no home left."
"That is very true. Okay, I gotta go, I need to park so this might take me a while to do. Love you."
"Love you, too."
She's glaring at the receptionist when she sees her wife rushing down the hallway with a worried look on her face.
Santana supposes that she would also have the same look but she's too busy being pissed since the receptionist managed to get a guy, who was obviously drunk, help before her son.
Sitting on the plastic blue chair on the other side of a still sleeping Max, Brittany kisses the side of his head before doing the same to Santana, which instantly makes her scowl disappear.
"Poor baby." She pouts, brushing his fringe, "How was he before he fell asleep?"
"He stopped crying," Santana tells her, "But he's still in pain and that bitch won't call anyone to give him something for it."
Brittany just rolls her eyes, hating the thought of one of her babies in pain and no one doing anything to stop it.
"Was Gabe really okay?" Santana mumbles after a couple minutes of silence, the guilt of making her baby cry eating away at her.
"He's fine. I promise." Brittany reassures her and starts to play with the fingers that are resting on Max's back, "I think he just got a little shock. He's still a mama's boy, don't worry. He kept shouting for you when you left."
"I just can't believe I shouted at him like that." She whispers, her eyes watering, "And he cried, Britt, he only cries when he's hurt."
"That's not true. You can't beat yourself up about it, Santana. We're gonna shout at them sometimes. It happens."
"I should've just acknowledged him, y'know? Say good morning or something."
"I know we love all three of them equally, but, babe, when something like this happens we're obviously gonna focus more on one. Max was on the floor and bleeding. Gabe could go a couple minutes without attention." Brittany explains, leaning over to give Santana a soft kiss. Their first real kiss of the day. "He still loves you. He always will. And as for little miss Sophia."
"Oh God, what'd she do?"
"Played dress up with our clothes." Brittany laughs, "She had my boots and your bra on."
"Of course she did." Santana scoffs, laughing for the first time that day.
It takes another hour and a half of waiting before Max is finally seen by a doctor, which Santana was pissed about but Brittany had informed her that was normal for hospitals in California.
And, although Santana was impressed with the amount of statistics Brittany knew about ER times, it still didn't make her any less pissed at the fact that her baby boy had a gaping hole in his face with no pain meds.
The kid definitely earned that Power Ranger costume he had been going on about for the past week.
Despite taking up most of their day, the good news was that it turns out Max didn't actually need stitches, just skin glue which both Santana and Brittany were relieved about since it wasn't as painful as stitches and also heals better meaning eventually there would be no mark. It was also cheaper, another fact from Brittany.
However, the bad news is that by the time they get home, they've already missed the lunch that they had planned to have with Santana's mom.
"You think Gabe's gonna be pissed at me?" Santana asks as she locks her car and waits for Brittany to step out of her own.
"Babe, I already told you he's fine. He's probably forgot you shouted at him and just wants to spend time
with his mama." Brittany reassures her, opening the back door and lifting Max into her arms, still barefooted after Santana rushed him to the car that morning with no shoes and still in his blood stained pajamas.
"I hop- Max stop poking the bandage." Santana scolds as Brittany grabs the boys hand away from his face before they need to make another five and a half hour trip to the ER.
"You think your mom kept leftovers?" Brittany asks as Santana opens the front door.
"This is my mom you're talking about," Santana reminds her, "There's always leftovers."
After setting him on the living room floor, Brittany watches as Max runs off, probably to finally change, and goes over to Sophia, who's too busy trying to put one of Brittany's shirts over her head to notice their arrival.
"Hey! I already have your mama stealing my shirts, now I'm gonna have none left!"
"Mommy!" The little girl squeals, jumping into her mommy's arms, "Don't worry, we can share."
"Okay, deal."
"Not with mama though."
Brittany laughs at the serious look on her daughter's face and looks back to Santana, who is now lying on the couch with Gabriel on her chest and jokingly glaring at Sophia.
At least Brittany thinks the glare is just a joke.
"We can all share," Brittany suggests, with her daughter quickly agreeing and kissing her.
"Mwah!" Sophia exaggerates making her mommy laugh.
"Thank you! What was that for?"
"'Cause I missed you, mommy."
"I missed you too. You give awesome kisses!"
"Awesomer than mamas?" She giggles, looking back to Santana.
"Oh, definitely."
It's late when they finally get settled. Maribel left right before it was ready to start the kids' bedtime routines, which was probably the best idea since that's usually when they misbehave the most between Max always refusing to take a bath, Sophia crying to sleep in her moms' bed and Gabe who takes after Brittany and likes to run around naked.
Except tonight they only had to deal with a naked Gabe and Sophia who didn't want to take off Santana's bra that she had been wearing since that morning since Max's pain medication made him fall asleep on Brittany's lap before Santana even got the chance to tell him to take a bath.
Santana had later joined the two on the couch, Gabe and Sophia in tow, who had since, also fell asleep,
Max laying against Santana's chest, binky back in his mouth and Sophia who was curled up into her side.
"I think this was the worst Mother's Day ever." Santana complains, brushing Sophia's hair behind her little ear.
"It beats last year with you and Max having a stomach bug, Gabe teething and Soph having a meltdown because she didn't get any gifts." Brittany points out, reaching over to grab the remote.
She hears Santana mumble in agreement.
"So what do you wanna watch?"
After a couple seconds of still going unanswered, Brittany turns her head to see Santana fast asleep like the kids. Except unlike the kids, Santana lets out soft snores and Brittany can't help but laugh at the fact that she's now going to have to carry all four of them up to bed.
hi :) i came up with this in january and thought i had loads of time but i kepy putting it off and only finished yesterday so im sorry its v sloppy.
its not mothers day where i am but anyway if it is for u happy mother's day :)