Santana goes through the rest of her day feeling anxious about dinner. She goes through it feeling anxious about everything, if she's being honest with herself. Her medical conversation with Brittany gave her a lot to think about, and though she tries her hardest to focus solely on her patients, she'd be lying if she said it wasn't consuming her.

She loves a plastic surgeon, she married said plastic surgeon, but still, when she thinks about Brittany's profession as a whole, she's not sure she'll ever be able to trust other surgeons the way she trusts her wife. She wishes she'd met Brittany when she was seventeen. Well, maybe that's creepy. She would have been a minor, and Brittany would have been twenty-five, and just starting her internship. She wouldn't have been the surgeon who would have done her original breast augmentation. She wouldn't have been the one who could have saved her from the disaster that followed, but…maybe she wishes she could have met someone like Brittany. Someone who might not have done cosmetic surgeries on anyone under eighteen. Someone who wouldn't have botched it so badly if she had. Someone who wouldn't have taken her already paper thin self-esteem and decimated it, almost beyond repair.

But that's not the reality. The reality is, she had the surgery. She can't undo the last fifteen years of her life. And she's happy now. She's so, so happy. She has a family. She has Brittany. She has Liam. She has two people who love her so completely that sometimes it makes her chest hurt. And she loves them too. She's notthe same girl who was made to feel worthless by her father. She's not the girl who had to witness the disgusted face of someone she thought she cared about. She's not the girl who hooked up in bar bathrooms, because she couldn't handle that ever happening again. But still, that girl exists deep within her. That girl haunts her, and really, really, she has to work on that.

At three-forty-five, Santana goes down to the daycare. After her two-thirty surgery, she'd gone into a panic, remembering her promise to Liam last night. She'd texted Brittany immediately, and after she promised her an early dinner, where they'd be home in time for movie night, she breathed a little easier, but still, she wants to talk to Liam herself. Still, she wants to make sure that he was okay with this.

"Uh, hey Sandy." Santana shifts her weight between feet awkwardly at the door. "I know Brittany told you Artie is taking Liam out today, but, um, I just wanted to see him before I left."

"He's still taking his afternoon nap. You can go Ln back there and see if he's waking up yet ."

"Cool…awesome…thanks."

Santana doesn't hesitate to go inside. She's done this enough times to know exactly where Liam's cot is, and creeping slowly, so as not to wake anyone else up, she finds him, curled up on his side with Percy in his hand, and his Where the Wild Things Are quilt wrapped around him. She watches the rise and fall of his chest for several moments, before she leans over and kisses the top of his head.

"Mommy Noodle?" He murmurs, not opening his eyes, but rolling onto his back.

"How did you know it was me?" She laughs a little, ruffling his hair.

"I smell you. Mama say you see me later."

"I will absolutely see you later, Sir. But I promised you a movie night, and I wanted to make sure you knew that was still happening."

"Dory?" He opens his dark eyes slowly, looking up at her.

"Definitely Dory. Your Mama and I won't be gone very long."

"Okey. I wait for you."

"Good." Santana breathes a sigh of relief, kissing his little head again. "I love you, Sir Liam."

"I love you Mommy Noodle." He closes his eyes again, and rolls back into his side. "Nigh Night."

Feeling much better about the fact that she's not breaking her promise, Santana goes down to Brittany's office. She's sitting at her desk, glasses on, and reading intently. Smiling a little, Santana slips inside, and she sits down across from Brittany's desk. It takes Brittany a moment to look up from her reading, but Santana watches her lips curl up, and acknowledgement of her presence. It's been a roller coaster of a day, but that simple smile is calming, that simple smile tells Santana that it will all be okay.

"Do you need more time?" Santana asks, when Brittany finally looks at her.

"No, no. I'm good. Early dinner is much better. I haven't really stopped to eat today." She closes her file and stands up.

"Yeah, it's been kind of…crazy."

"Are you alright?"

"No, yeah, I'm fine. Just…you know."

"I do." She nods. "I made us a four-thirty reservation at the Thai place around the corner from home. Artie says he doesn't mind dropping Liam off at the house later on."

"We should really…I don't know, have them over for dinner or something soon."

"I'd like that." Brittany grabs her coat and slips into it, putting her file in her briefcase. "We'll set something up."

They're quiet on the walk to the parking garage. They're quiet on the car ride downtown. It's not the same sort of silence that they had in the morning though. Santana picks at her fingernails, but she doesn't feel the same anxiousness that she felt before. She's nervous about the conversation that will come, of course, but that's a product of who she is. That's a product of what she tries so hard to fight against.

Brittany pulls out Santana's chair in the restaurant, and she nods a small thank you. She stares blankly at the menu while Brittany orders a bottle of sake, and then she meets her eyes across the table, searching them for something she can't quite put her finger on.

"How is your chest feeling?"

"Inside or out?"

"Both." Brittany puts her hand over Santana's and squeezes it.

"Tender." It's the only answer she can think of, and Brittany nods her understanding. "I'm trying to be better."

"You're pretty perfect just as you are. I hope I can make you see that."

"You try pretty hard." Santana lets out a bitter sort of laugh. "And I do love you a lot for that."

"I want to help you feel less uncertain about things. Especially the big ones." Brittany reaches into her bag, and takes out the file she's been reading at the hospital. "I'm going to give you these adoption papers I had drawn up, and I'm going to ask you to do whatever you choose with them. I want you to know that I meant what I said about wanting you to be Liam's legal parent, but at the end of the day, that's still your choice, and whichever choice you make, I support you entirely."

"I went to see him before I met you." Santana runs her hand over the folder, a chill running through her body. "I promised him a movie night. I wanted him to know that I'll never break a promise that I make him."

"You never have." Brittany shakes her head. "To either of us."

"I'm trying really hard."

"You're succeeding. Just let me know what you decide on this."

"I don't have to let you know. It's what I want. I'm his Mommy Noodle, Britt."

"You are, and I love that. I love that more than I even know how to express."

"So…um…we have to meet with a lawyer, then?"

"We do. I can set it up maybe next week, get this rolling."

"Okay, yeah. That would mean a lot to me." Santana's heartbeat quickens in her chest, as she peeks into the folder. "And you're sure you want this?"

"I'm sure, Santana. Like you said, you're his Mommy Noodle, he's adjusted to this idea so quickly, I see no benefit in holding off on making it legal. God forbid something ever happened to him, or to me, I want you to have the power you need, and the rights that you should."

"That…takes a weight off my chest. I mean, I just wasn't sure, and I was thinking about it, and…whatever, it doesn't matter. Are you…in a rush to have more children?"

"It's not something I'd ever rush, no. It's not something we have to do either, honey. There's no pressure there. We just got married too, we could always revisit this conversation in a few months, or next year…"

"It's something I want, Brittany. I'm sure of that. I just…I don't know right now. If I decide to go see a surgeon, or whatever, I just, you know…would rather do that first."

"I want you to do what's best for your body, no matter what that is, or how much time that means we wait. I'm really enjoying being married to you."

"Even though I've already been an insufferable asshole less than a week in."

"You—" Brittany laughs, and it makes Santana smile. "You're you, and that's why I love you."

"Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles."

"I think it's cute that you quote musical theater sometimes."

"Hey, I got something out of being forced into the glee club in high school."

"You also have a beautiful singing voice."

"Oh yeah, my renditions of You Are My Sunshine are legendary." Santana rolls her eyes a little.

"I catch you singing Fleetwood Mac to Liam sometimes. I love that."

"So does he. Kid's got good taste in music."

"That he does. My sister bought the whole Rockabye Baby collection for him. The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, AC/DC, Elton John, Springsteen, you name it, Liam was listening to the lullaby version before he was even born. I bought him a couple again, after…you know, but it was difficult. That was her thing. I think she'd be really glad that you sing to him the way you do."

"I hope that I'm doing right by her, I really do."

"I hope the same thing every day, Santana. But I know she'd want this. When I was with my ex, she'd waited for us to have children together, because she said it was her favorite thing, sharing parenthood. She'd be so glad that there was someone else I got to share Li with."

"He makes me so happy, Brittany. This Mommy Noodle thing is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I can't believe how much I love being someone's mommy."

"Trust me, I know that feeling exactly. Sometimes the best things come that you don't plan for."

"Yeah…yeah they do. Britt?"

"Yes?"

"I don't really think I'm ready to make a decision yet, about the other stuff but…you'd come with me, right? Make sure they'd do what you would do?"

"Of course I'd go with you. If I could ethically do the surgery on you, and you wanted it, I would."

"That would make things a whole lot easier."

"I know, but I can't. But I've been around plastic surgeons nearly half my life. I promise you, I do know some of the best. Even if we went to Boston…there are options."

"Who did Liam's? I mean, after you…"

"My friend Elliot. He's a pediatric plastic surgeon. But his husband Adam is probably the best in corrective cosmetic surgery. If we went to Boston, that's who I'd recommend."

"Okay." Santana nods. "Okay, okay, I'm going to keep all this stuff in mind. I just…yeah. Thanks."

After the subject turns back to plastic surgeons, Santana asks Brittany about her day. She'd really rather hear that than talk about her own options, but as Brittany tells her about the third round of surgeries she was doing on one of the women in the Christmas Eve fire, she can't help but continue to think about it. She can't help but fret about what's right. What's right for her, for Brittany, for Liam, for their…maybe future child. She can't help but feel like she knows that fixing her breasts won't only help her finally heal physically, but also, might actually have some sort of positive effect on her anxiety. She can't help but feel like not doing it would be a choice that disservices her completely.

Brittany holds Santana's hand as they walk home. It's only a half a block, but Santana loves holding Brittany's hand. She loves feeling like there's another half to her own. She loves feeling complete. She's calmer now, than she was last night, with Brittany's hand around hers, with the paperwork to legally adopt Liam, and in spite of swirling, twisting questions in her mind. She's calmer, and maybe she can actually work though her emotions without completely flying off the handle.

They're only home ten minutes when Artie knocks on the door. Liam flies into Brittany's arms, and Santana smiles, watching the way she loves him so dearly, before she takes him into her own. She gets only a moment to hold him, before he's wriggling down, chanting about Nemo and Dory, but that moment is enough.

"You no lose me, right Mama?" Liam whispers halfway through the movie, licking his buttery fingers.

"I'll try my very hardest not to ever lose you." Brittany glances at Santana. "I promise."

"You no lose me, Mommy Noodle?"

"I just got you, Sir." Santana runs her hands through his black hair, and he snuggles in closer to her on the couch, popcorn that had landed on his chest earlier falling to the floor. "And I'm going to do everything I can to keep you."

"You my real Mommy Noodle."

"That's right, Li." Brittany takes his scarred hand, rubbing her thumb over the smooth, pink skin. "She's your real Mommy Noodle."

"Squishy! Squishy!"

"This is kind of my favorite part too." Brittany leans over Liam and kisses the side of Santana's mouth.

"The Liam snuggles, or the movie?"

"Both. Definitely both."

When Liam falls asleep, Santana carries him to bed, and tucks Percy beside him. She kisses his head, she turns on his Twilight Turtle and his sound machine. She makes sure the blinds are closed, and she kisses him again. She's already getting good at this mom thing, she thinks, and when she turns around, Brittany is watching with a soft smile. She doesn't say anything, but Santana feels her words, especially as her fingers ghost the back of Santana's hand when she too goes to kiss Liam.

They go back downstairs when Liam is asleep. Santana is tired down to her bones, she didn't sleep well last night, even after taking her pills, but still, she knows it's too early for bed. She knows if she lays down, she'll be up by four in the morning. So she sits down on the couch. She flicks past MSNBC, even with Maddow in, she's too weary to drown herself in the news. She settles on a rerun of 2 Broke Girls, and she accepts a piece of the chocolate bar that Brittany brought in from the kitchen.

"You have your meeting with Holiday tomorrow, right?" She asks, squeezing Santana's knee.

"I do. I actually did some preparation for it today. Holly is so on point about everything, I don't want to walk in looking unprepared."

"Are you excited?"

"I guess so…I mean, yeah, I'm totally pumped about the surgery part, but I feel like Holly's really pushing for me to do this secondary Board certification thing, and I just don't think now is the time in my life to do it."

"I could understand that." Brittany nods. "Sometimes I think my second certification was even harder than the first."

"Really?"

"I do, yes. Your first set of Boards, that's all you can think about, right? Your only priority. The second one, I was doing my regular job, plus preparing for an exam on something totally different. And I didn't even have Liam then…"

"I mean, yeah. I have a family now. I considered doing it two years ago, but I procrastinated, so…"

"If it's something you're interested in—"

"It's not. Not right now. I'm thirty-two, Britt. If I'm going to…if we're going to have a baby, I think it's something we should start talking about this year. I don't want to be thinking about Boards while we do that."

"Oh." Santana studies Brittany's face as she breathes in deeply.

"Since we're putting things out there today, I want to put that. I know you said earlier about tabling it for later, if I wanted to do that, but I don't. I know that I want to have a baby with you, I mean, jeeze, we talked about it before we got married even, and the more I think about it, the more I know I want it. Especially now, knowing I'm going to adopt Liam…it just makes me want to do this even more. And don't want to wait a few years only to find out I missed my opportunity."

"Wow…okay. I'm not going to lie, I didn't see this coming today."

"Oh…" Santana's face falls, but Brittany shakes her head.

"I don't mean that in a bad way at all. I'm just saying given everything else, it's unexpected, but the best kind of unexpected."

"I'm going to think on this surgery thing for a little bit, but once I'm done with that, I want to start making a plan."

"I love plans." Brittany laughs.

"Don't I know it." Santana rolls her eyes playfully, and Brittany leans over to kiss her lips.

"So then were going to plan to talk about our plan to have a baby once you figure out your medical plan?" Her eyes twinkle, and Santana giggles a little.

"Yeah, that's the plan."