The Wings Of A Griffin

Prologue

"That's it, Scar, you're doing so great, baby!" She cheered as she watched her daughter take a running leap into the air, frantically flapping her tiny griffin wings and clumsily flying toward her, "Keep your focus, sweetheart. Come to me and land at my feet."

Scarlett Susan Lopez, age 6 and her first born, came fluttering up to her, wings flapping speedily and without grace as she struggled to land at her mother's feet. She let out a tiny griffin squeak and landed with a dusty thud at Santana's bare feet. The woman knelt down on her haunches and bopped her daughter's nose with a proud smile before running her hand down the griffin's feathered back.

"Good girl." She praised with a wide smile, "Now try change back to human form by yourself."

Scarlett blinked her dark griffin eyes and folded her wings before staring down at the ground in determination. Santana smiled as her daughter shifted, instantaneously, back into a human. She cupped Scarlett's cheeks and pecked her forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Scar." Santana said genuinely and watched her daughter's face light up in a beaming smile.

"Thanks, mama." Scarlett replied happily before throwing a happy kiss to her mother's cheek, "Mommy! Mommy! Did you see me?! Did you see what I did?!"

Santana chuckled as she raised to her feet and turned around as her daughter raced to her other mother with an elated giggle bouncing off her lips.

"I did, baby, I saw. Good job." Brittany said, sitting on the couch situated on the porch, her large pregnant belly swelled with the scars of two paws - she was having twins.

Whenever a female mate got pregnant, a scar would form on her stomach during her pregnancy of either a feather or a paw; a feather meant the baby's strength would be flying and a paw meant it's strength would be running. Scarlett was a paw but Ryan, Santana and Brittany's two year old, was a feather - the only feather.

Brittany high fived her daughter before kissing her head, "Go grab the hairbrush, babe, I gotta fix the nest."

Santana tucked her hands into her pockets and watched as Scarlett raced inside their home - a house by the forest lake which was the biggest tree in the forest - while her son, Ryan Wayne Lopez, came slowly and cautiously walking out of the house with a plate full of recently cut oranges in one hand and a slice of orange in his other. Surrounding his mouth was orange juice and a slight stain that had dribbled down his chin. He stared hard at the two steps of the porch and curled the wrist of the hand holding the orange around the banister before tentatively moving his foot onto the step and then moving his other.

"Ry, need some help there?" Santana asked as she watched her son's tongue stick it's way out of his mouth in pure concentration.

"No, that's okay, mama, I got it." He replied, his tiny two year old voice squeaky with each word. He'd just been learning how to properly talk without forgetting or misusing his words and with Brittany nine months pregnant and on maternity leave, he'd made major progress; always eager to show off what he'd learned once Santana got home from work each night.

Scarlett had Brittany's beautiful blonde hair that nested itself in knots when she'd been outside playing but she had Santana's dark eyes and mischievous smile. Her middle name, Susan, was given to her after her mother and her grandmother as it was a family name.

Ryan had Santana's dark hair, dark eyes and delicate hands while he held Brittany's kind heart, intelligent mind and loving nature. His middle name, Wayne, was given to him after Brittany's father.

With Brittany pregnant again with two more babies, the family was euphoric. Neither Brittany nor Santana wanted to know the sex of the babies as they wanted to be surprised for a change. They'd found out the sex with both Scarlett and Ryan and had decided that, this time around, a surprise would be a nice change.

Ryan finally made it down the second step and smiled widely at Santana who mirrored the smile as he waddled up to her now munching on his orange.

"So, what's your word of the day, bud?" Santana asked as she sat down on the lush grass and looked at her son. He finished chewing and swallowed before speaking.

"Family." He replied and smiled widely, orange now stuck in his milk teeth, "I know how to use it in a sentence. I love my family."

"Aw, buddy, your family loves you too." Santana said, pecking Ryan's cheek and standing up. She ruffled his dark, raven hair on her way to her wife. She seated herself next to Brittany and put her arm around her shoulder, pecking her head as the woman cuddled into her.

"You still need to finish the blanket, ya know. The babies are gonna be here soon and you've only done one and a half." Brittany said with a cheeky grin to which Santana rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Mommy, I can't find the brush!" Scarlett yelled from inside and Brittany sighed.

"Bottom drawer of the kitchen. Ry was playing hide and seek." Santana mumbled against Brittany's head.

"Bottom drawer in the kitchen, Scar!" Brittany yelled back before closing her eyes, "She's just like you. So. Damn. Loud."

Santana chuckled, "She's a griffin. She can't help it."

"Ryan's a griffin and he's not loud." Brittany argued.

"Mommy!" Ryan squeaked from the grass where he sat, "I forgot about my Baloo buddy!"

"I was wrong." Brittany muttered and Santana snorted out a snicker.

"And the two on the way are gonna be doubly loud." Santana said to which Brittany inhaled a deep breath, exhaling her words.

"I suppose it all comes with belonging to the wings of a griffin."

-T.W.O.A.G-