A/N: I absolutely adore the idea of Quinntana as moms. This is inspired by a baby I saw on my Tiktok fyp :)
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"Hey! You get back here!" Santana exclaimed, chasing after her 2-year-old.
The toddler squealed, running away from his mother. He had a fistful of fruit snacks and was moving his chubby legs as fast he could across the kitchen. Little Joseph Fabray Lopez was surprisingly athletic and clever for someone who couldn't yet talk in full sentences.
Santana had just opened the pantry door for a second to get a Gatorade for herself, when the little guy swooped in. Before she knew it, he stuck his hand in a plastic cylinder on the bottom shelf and tipped over the whole container. Now there were fruit snack gummies all over the floor. The culprit let out a small "uh oh" and Santana immediately turned around at the noise. He knew he was in trouble and started taking off.
Damn he's getting fast. Santana thought as she finally snatched him up. Joey giggled trying to get free from her arms.
"Excuse me, you ain't going nowhere," Santana attacked his face with kisses causing him to squirm even more.
Santana chuckled and carried her son into the living room where she sat down Indian style. She held the toddler so that he was standing in front of her, only keeping her hands on his sides to steady him. The Latina squinted her eyes at the boy, he was panting a little from running and laughing.
"Hand it over papa," Joey frowned and Santana almost laughed. He looked just like Quinn with his hazel eyes.
"Your mama said I can't give you nothing till she comes back."
The toddler let out a little huff and sat down on his diaper clad behind. Seemingly comprehending, Joey finally opened his small fist, releasing the few gummies he stole.
If it were anything other day, Santana probably would've let it slide and snuck him a couple, but Quinn's been strict with only three a day because he was so hyper. He already had his three earlier.
Santana nodded and was glad he didn't pout. If he did, then the Latina definitely would've had a hard time saying no. Let's face it, her kid was the cutest kid ever, 'cause he was literally Santana's and Quinn's mini. He had Quinn's hazel eyes and nose, but everywhere else was signature Lopez genes.
Santana adjusted him so he was sitting on her lap. When he wasn't looking, she quickly popped the gummies into her mouth. Baby snacks were almost better than adult ones. It's not like her son would notice if she took a couple right?
"Good. Let's get back to what we were doing." The woman reached over for a book called Colors For Babies and opened it in front of them.
"Ball!" Joey pointed to the blue sphere.
"That's right papa." Santana praised. "What color is the ball?"
Joey wrinkled his nose trying to think. "Boooo."
The Latina chuckled. "Yes, blueee." She pointed to a banana. "What's this?"
"Ba-banana," the toddler nodded.
"Si mijo."
In addition to speaking all the time to Joey, she and Quinn always tried to incorporate a little bit of Spanish so that their son would be exposed to it. That way when he grew up, he would be bilingual.
"What color is the banana?" Santana asked, watching as the toddler's eyes stared at the pages.
"Yewwow." He couldn't pronounce all his R's and L's yet.
"Mhm, good job." She flipped to the next page. "How about this one, what's this?"
"Doggy!" Joey cheered.
The toddler loved dogs and would always try to pet them whenever he saw one in public. Most strangers didn't mind 'cause he was adorable.
"Yes!" Santana kissed Joey's cheek. "You real smart papa."
Joey giggled and looked at his mami. "Smart mami." Copying was also a thing.
Quinn had just opened the front door and heard happy sounds coming from the living room, which made her smile.
The blonde took her shoes and coat off quietly and made her way toward the source of the sounds. Santana's back was facing her as their son was on her lap. Quinn couldn't help, but let out a happy sigh at the sight. Coming home to her beautiful wife with their beautiful son sent butterflies to her stomach. It's been years and Santana still managed to make her feel giddy and it's even better now that they had their perfect baby.
Santana looked up and smiled instantly seeing her girl. She made her way over, holding Joey on her hip. "Hey Mrs. Lopez, welcome home." They exchanged a quick kiss.
"Mama!" Joey grinned big and reached his arms out.
Quinn beamed, taking her baby boy into her arms. "Aw Mama missed you!" She couldn't help, but place kisses on his chubby cheeks.
Joey shook his head and giggled.
Santana put an arm around Quinn's shoulder and pouted. "What about me?"
The blonde rolled her eyes playfully and leaned into the Latina's touch. "I missed you too, baby." She kissed Santana's cheek for emphasis.
Santana hummed. "You better."
The three of them stood there peacefully for a few moments. Quinn's head rested on Santana's shoulder, and Joey played with Quinn's necklace.
Santana pressed a kiss to her wife's forehead. "I ordered pizza and it should be getting here soon. You wanna go change? I'll finish the book with JoJo."
Quinn nodded and set their toddler down. He was only 24-months-old, but getting bigger every day it seemed. In a couple years, they probably would have a harder time picking him up and carrying him around like they did when he was a baby.
The couple looked at each other affectionately, both thinking the same thing. It was like a silent conversation with their eyes.
Joey tugged on Santana's pants. "Mami. Book." Both his parents chuckled. He was getting smarter every day too.
Santana brought them over to their previous spot and sat back down. They continued reading the book with Santana asking what each object and color was.
Quinn smiled adoringly at them and Santana glanced at her, giving her a wink.
The blonde felt her cheeks get warmer. Santana had the same effect on her as day one. They were still so in love and it was sickeningly cute.
Another perfect day. Quinn thought. She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Santana and Joseph Fabray Lopez! Why's there a mess in my kitchen?! I said no snacks!"
Santana's eyes widened. They forgot to clean up. "Uh oh."
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