Glad to be on days for the foreseeable future, Santana gets back into the swing of work. Sometimes, while she's there, she can't help but peep outside of Shelby's office, hoping she'll get a peek at who she's interviewing. She's really hoping for someone good, someone she can trust fully to share cases with and although she knows that Shelby is going to hire the best person she can, Santana can't help but feel anxious. But home life keeps her sane. She's really gotten the balance thing down and while she's home, she doesn't think of surgeries all the time—though if she's being honest, when she's at work, she thinks of Brittany and the boys all of the time.

"Hey." Brittany comes into her own office, where Santana has camped out to pump. "I haven't seen you all day."

"I know, it's hectic on my floor. It seems like every kid who's ever needed surgery needs it today."

"Are you okay? Are you stressed?"

"I'm not, I learned after the Cecile Frank thing just to let it roll. I have a surgery in twenty minutes but my boobs were killing me and I just couldn't deal with doing a four hour procedure without pumping first."

"Yeah, that's probably not a good idea. Is it okay if I sit with you for a few minutes?"

"Britt, you don't have to ask. I'm your wife and also…this is kind of your office."

"True." Brittany laughs. "So, my mom wants to know if we can come to Boston this weekend. You can totally say no, I know you've been working late every night and—"

"We haven't been to Boston since before I went on bedrest. The twins have never been there. I'm okay with going."

"I'll drive, you can totally sleep in the car."

"Baby, stop trying to sell me on it, I'm sold." Santana smiles. "We can leave Friday after work."

"That's what I was thinking, then the boys will sleep for most of the ride and it won't be a total nightmare."

"You sound like you don't want to go."

"No, I do. It's just that my parents want to talk to us about something and that stresses me out, you know?"

"Oh." Santana nods. "Yeah, but it's probably not a big deal."

"I hope not. It just seems like if they can't do it over the phone…"

"Don't worry." She leans over to kiss Brittany. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

Santana can't help but notice that Brittany is immensely stressed out over the next few days. She knows that it has to do with going to Boston, so Santana tries to give her as much space and patience as she possibly can. Brittany has always done that with her throughout their time dating and especially since they've been married, so it's about time, Santana thinks, that she return the favor. Each and every night though, when Brittany comes in to bed, she squeezes Santana tightly and Santana hugs her back as hard as she can.
Friday finally comes and Santana has four surgeries. She gets out of her last one later than she would have liked and she texts Brittany to ask if she wants to go home and pick up the boys and then come back and get her to save time. Brittany is quick to agree and Santana does her last set of rounds before she goes back into her office to change into yoga pants and a Columbia Pres sweatshirt for the car ride. When she exits the hospital, Brittany is double parked and Santana quickly jumps in the car, not wanting her to get a ticket and be more stressed out.

"Mommy Noodle, why did you take so long?" Liam asks.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I had a patient who needed some extra help. But I'm here now and we're ready to be on our way."

"I stopped to get sandwiches." Brittany gestures to the bag at Santana's feet. "Your mom fed Liam his dinner so we don't have to do that."

"Saved us from having to drive through M-C-D-O-N-A-L-D-S."
"Exactly. Did you get a chance to pump?"

"No, but it's fine, I'll do it in the car. Max and Oliver ate too?"

"Your mom said right before I came home, so they should make it to Boston. I think all three of them will be asleep once we get on 95."

Nodding, Santana opens the bag of sandwiches and hands Brittany half of hers before she opens her own. Brittany is quiet as they eat and much as she suspected, by the time they make it over the bridge, Liam has passed out, Max is on the verge and Oliver just stares out the window, looking like he's just about to follow. With their dinner gone, Santana reaches over and takes Brittany's hand on the center console, just squeezing it.

"If something is wrong with one of them, I'll feel so guilty about living in New York." Brittany confesses quietly. "It would be different if Liv was still alive…"

"If we need to go to Boston, we'll go to Boston. I'm sure Brigham would hire you back and I can get a job."

"The thing is though, Santana, I don't want to move back to Boston. I love our life in New York, I love Columbia Pres, we're both on really good career tracks there. And that just makes me feel guiltier."

"It's okay that you moved away."

"Sometimes I feel like it's not." Brittany sighs. "They lost Olivia and then I took their grandson and moved five hours away."

"You did what you had to do. The job at Columbia was a huge step up for you. They understand that."

"I know they do, I really do. I'm just concerned how they'll be able to manage if something is wrong with one of them."

"We know some of the best doctors in the country, you'd be able to do your part that way and you'd make the trip up as often as possible."

"I can't honestly expect you to want to go back and forth to Boston all the time."

"I love your parents. And more importantly, I love you. Two minutes ago, I told you I'd move there. I can manage going back and forth with you. But for the record, I still think you have nothing to worry about."

"I hope you're right, Santana. I really do."

For the rest of the drive, they talk about less intense things. Work, the kids, where they're going to go when they both take a week off over the summer. Santana thinks that it calms Brittany down a little and by the time they pull into her parents' driveway a little after eleven, she seems to be doing okay. The Pierces are already asleep when they get there, so they slowly bring everything upstairs before Santana picks up a sleeping Liam and Brittany gets the two car seats. Brittany's dad had set up the playpen next to their bed before they got there so Brittany puts the twins in and Santana carefully lays Liam down in the center of their bed. Not wanting to wake any of the kids up, they wash up and change for bed in silence but once they're laying down, Santana grabs Brittany's hand over Liam's sleeping form and just squeezes it tightly.

It's early the next morning when Liam starts rolling around in bed and once Santana manages to rouse herself from sleep, still tired from the three times she woke up with one of the twins, Brittany is up and trying to keep Liam quiet. Santana can smell coffee from downstairs and she knows that Brittany's parents are already awake, so she tries to keep herself from falling back to sleep. Liam bounces over to her side of the bed and crawls into her arms, wrapping them around her neck. With a smile, Santana hugs him back and she's glad when Brittany leans over to kiss her.

"You don't have to be awake, honey." Brittany tells her softly.

"Mama, Mommy Noodle's already 'wake. I want to see her."

"I'm good, Britt." She promises, then lowers her voice once she grabs Liam's trains from the nightstand and he starts rolling them over the comforter. "My left nipple is just a little sore this morning."

"It's been bothering you all week. Do you think you have an infection?"

"I don't know, maybe the start of one. Would you mind grabbing me my cream from the red bag?"

Brittany complies immediately and Santana pops open the top of the totally organic and everything free nipple cream that she's been using, scooping some onto her fingers and putting her hand up under her shirt. She hisses out a little in pain as she rubs it on herself and Brittany looks over at her in concern. Santana just sighs and puts the cap back on her cream, knowing that this was probably caused by the days where she had long surgeries and let herself overfill. She'll probably need to see Roz and get antibiotics when they get back to New York, but until then, she'll try to manage it as best as she can on her own.

"Do you want me to bring you up coffee?" Brittany asks.

"It's okay, I'll brush my teeth and come down. I know you're anxious to talk to your parents."

"Mama, I'm so hungry." Liam whines a little.

"Okay, let's all brush teeth and then we'll go down to have breakfast."

While they're brushing their teeth, Oliver wakes up and before that can get to him, he has Max awake too. Because Santana's nipple is so sore, she wants to do the first feeding in the privacy of the bedroom so as not to concern Brittany's parents. She puts Max on her left side, because his sucking reflex is stronger, and Brittany takes Liam downstairs to get him food while Santana nurses. When both boys are finally done, she brings them downstairs and Liam has already finished his breakfast and has found his way into the living room and into the new toys the Pierces have bought him. Brittany brings Santana over a hot cup of coffee and then takes Max from her arms and sits down beside her.
"Mom, Dad, tell us what's going on." Brittany immediately says, once Santana is done telling them how she is.

"Cutting right to the chase, aren't you?" Pierce laughs. "Okay, Whitney, you lost Rock Paper Scissors, you get to do it."

"You seriously played Rock Paper Scissors to decide who gets to tell us the bad news?" Brittany sighs.

"Honey, it's not bad news, but some of it might upset you a little." Whitney purses her lips. "We're selling the house."

"Okay…" Brittany takes a deep breath and Santana knows she's never one to be reactionary, even though it probably devastates her to know that her parents won't be living in the house where she and her sister grew up any longer. "Why?"

"We just thought we ought to move closer to you. Maribel is helping so much and we're kind of just…here."

"Besides," Pierce interjects. "The pizza is better in New York."

"Mom, Dad, your whole lives are here. We don't expect you to give that up." Brittany looks over at Santana, who takes her hand. "And…Liv. There are just…a lot of memories here."

"We know that." Whitney nods. "And we'll take all of her things with us. But to be honest with you, Brittany, sometimes it's difficult to live in a house surrounded by so many memories of her. It's been four years and you've done so much to make a new life for yourself, I think it's time we do that too."

"Okay…okay."

"Honey, we figured this might be difficult for you."

"I just need a minute." Brittany gets up from the table, puts Max down in his seat and walks to the front door, opening it and stepping outside, leaving Santana alone with the Pierces.

"I'm sorry about that, Santana." Whitney offers, looking down into her coffee.

"It's okay. I don't know if I should go to her or give her space. I've never seen her like this."

"It's why we wanted to tell her in person. She never really had a chance to grieve Olivia's death because she jumped right into taking care of Liam."

"I'm going to go out there, I think maybe it's best if she has some time alone with me. Do you mind watching the boys?"

"Go." Pierce nods, taking Oliver from Santana. "We got this."

Santana walks out the front door and finds Brittany on the steps with her head in her hands. She sits down beside her and rests her palm on Brittany's back, just silently letting her know that she's there. Brittany doesn't say anything but Santana can tell that she's crying and she longs to make it better for her. She's always so strong, her Brittany, so seeing her break is so difficult for Santana to do.

"This is the last place that still exists where she was." Brittany murmurs. "All the Thanksgivings, the Christmases, the Sundays where I'd get here late after work and they'd all be around the table…it's all I have left. I miss her every day, Santana, and I just have to go on living."

"I can't imagine how you feel."

"She was my best friend. I mean, we weren't sisters that fought all the time, we were so close from the time we were young. I thought she'd get to be the maid of honor at my wedding, see the birth of my kids. God, watch Liam grow up. There's just so much she never got to have and I get it that it's hard for my parents but they're going to sell this place. I'd love to have them in New York, but I'm not ready to let this go."

"You could talk to me about her, Britt, whenever you want. I know you don't, very often."

"When I talk about her, I feel like I'm going to fall apart. I had to compartmentalize all of my sadness when she died because Liam needed me and my parents needed me, so now, I feel sometimes like grief is going to swallow me whole."

"I didn't know that, I'm sorry I haven't given you a safe place to come."

"It's not you, I know I can talk to you, and eventually, I'm going to have to tell more stories about her to Liam and even Max and Oliver but I don't know how."

"What if…we helped your parents go through everything? Maybe that physical act will help you be able to talk."

"Or it might make me more mad that they're selling the house." Brittany sniffles. "I'm so glad that neither one of them are sick, but this is a tough blow."

"I know." Santana wraps her arm around Brittany and pulls her close. "You lost the most important person to you and then you stepped up to be the mother of her son. Now you're losing a place that you shared with her."

"They're moving to New York to be closer to us, I should be thrilled."

"You're allowed to have mixed emotions. You're always an emotional rock for me, but I'm here for whatever you need."

"Thank you." Brittany nods and rests her head on Santana's shoulder. "I need to know that."

Once Brittany cools off a little, they go back inside to find Brittany's parents in the living room with all three of the boys. Liam is building a train track and Max and Oliver are laying side by side on their backs on the floor. Santana knows that Whitney knows Oliver doesn't like tummy time, so she's glad she didn't put him on his stomach when she wasn't there to comfort him. Brittany sits down on the couch and Santana joins Liam on the floor, helping him to attach his tracks.

"I'd like to help go through Liv's stuff." Brittany tells them. "If it's okay, there are some things I'd like to take for Liam."

"Of course, honey. And I promise you, we're not going to get rid of any of it. It means a lot for us to have it." Whitney sighs.

"We just lost so much of her stuff in the fire, all of what's left of her is here."

"Where's a fire?" Liam asks, lifting one of his fire trucks. "I'll do it!"

"Oh, Li." Brittany gets up and lifts him into her arms. "There was a fire a long time ago."

"I hope the firemans put it out!"

For the rest of the day, Brittany is quiet. Santana doesn't try to urge her to talk, she figures she'll do it on her own accord and if she's still upset with her parents, that's okay. They end up going out to dinner, but Brittany spends most of her time outside of the restaurant with a crying Oliver—and existing that Santana stay and eat her dinner. When they get back to the Pierces, Liam is falling asleep and Max and Oliver aren't far behind so they say goodnight to Brittany's parents and quickly bathe all three boys, Santana feeds the twins and they get them into bed, putting Liam on the little cot that Pierce has remembered to bring up, instead of putting him in the middle of the big bed.

Santana changes into her pajamas, takes her pills and brushes her teeth and Brittany follows suit, clearly not wanting to go back downstairs to her parents. Feeling bad that it's been a rough day for Brittany, Santana goes to massage her shoulders as soon as they get into bed. Brittany leans back into her touch and Santana can't believe how much tension she's holding there.

"I was thinking about Liam." Brittany whispers, clearly not wanting to wake the sleeping kids. "And how he heard us talking about the fire."

"And when you, or we, if that's what you want, have to tell him?"

"Yeah. I can't keep this from him forever. As soon as he's old enough to realize that his scars came from somewhere, he'll have to know. And I don't want him to think of my sister as anything but his mother…but how do you tell a kid that their parents died?"

"Babe, I don't know. Maybe there's someone we can talk to, just to figure out the best way to go about this. I mean, you always point out your sister as Mommy to him, I guess it just hasn't sunk in."

"It's only a matter of time before it does. I just won't lie to him, but I also don't want it to scare him, thinking that something might happen to one of us."

"I know." Santana digs her thumbs into a knot in Brittany's back. "I really, really know."

"Do you know any child psychologists that work with patients on your floor? Maybe you could ask one of them what the right thing to do is."

"I could definitely do that. Britt, no matter what, I'm here for you through this. I know you adopted him before me and Olivia was your sister, but I promise you don't have to do this alone."

"Thank you for that." Brittany sighs. "It's just been a really long and emotionally draining day."

"Let's just go to bed, you could really use the rest."

"You're right. We have to drive back tomorrow and I need to not be a jerk to my parents. Come here."

Santana stops massaging Brittany's shoulders and curls up in her arms. Even on the rare occasion where Brittany is going though something, she still prefers to be the big spoon and Santana is perfectly okay with that. She feels Brittany's lips on the top of her head, feels the way she squeezes just a little tighter and she closes her eyes, already feeling the effects of her Ambien. Now that the twins are mostly sleeping through the night, she can take it regularly again, meaning she actually wakes up well rested.

The bed is empty when Santana gets up in the morning, but Liam is still asleep on his cot and Max and Oliver are in the playpen. Santana notices that Brittany's sneakers aren't at the foot of the bed and even though it's before seven in the morning, she assumes that Brittany went for a run to clear her head. Max wakes up first and Santana lifts him from the playpen, careful not to disturb Oliver, and lifts up her t-shirt. She sits with him in her arms, humming softly as he nurses, and she's surprised by a knock on the door.

"Come in." She calls out softly, not wanting to wake Oliver or Liam. When the door opens, it's Whitney and Santana gives her a small smile.

"I expected to see Brittany in here, I woke up early hoping we could talk."
"I think Britt must have gone for a run. Her sneakers aren't in here and it's too early for her to have gone anywhere else."

"Santana, do you think we're doing the wrong thing?" Whitney asks, eyes pleading.

"I…think it's really amazing that you want to move to New York. I love the idea that Max and Oliver will get to have you regularly like Liam did when he was their age, and you'll get to watch all three boys grow up in a way you couldn't all the way from Boston. I do really think that Brittany will be okay, it's just, like you said, the process of grief that she never really got to experience."

"If we could afford to keep this house and buy something in New York, we would. It's hard for me to give up the place we raised our girls. But I think it will be a good, fresh start. I'm sorry, I don't mean to put you in the middle of this."

"You're not." Santana shakes her head. "I want what's best for all of you, I really do. And we'll come up and help you pack, that way Brittany can go through what she wants to."

"I've begun to go through her things, things Pierce and I will keep, things we want Brittany to have, things we want to save for Liam when he's older. I meant it when I said we wouldn't get rid of anything of Olivia's, I haven't been able to in the time she's been gone and I won't now."

"I think that's important for Brittany. She'll be okay, Whitney, I know she will."

"Thanks for being a good wife to her, the monster would have expected me to throw everything out and Liam with it."

"I know, I'm really glad Brittany didn't marry her ex. Anyone who wouldn't want her to have Liam and those memories of Liv doesn't deserve to have her."

"Mom, what's going on?" Brittany walks into the room, sliding her shoes off.

"Mama, shh, I'm sleepin'." Liam rolls over with a frown.

"I'm sorry, bud. I'll go downstairs with Mommy and Grandma."

Santana checks on Oliver to make sure that he's still sleeping and grabs the monitor before she follows Whitney and Brittany out of the room while carrying Max. They go down to the kitchen and Brittany pours hot mugs of coffee for the two of them. Whitney sits down at the table across from Brittany and Santana catches her wipe a tear from her eye.

"I just went up to ask Santana if she thought we were making the wrong decision. She knows you better than anyone and—"

"You're not, Mom. I can't expect you to stay here forever just because we lost Liv. I'm sorry about yesterday, I just needed time to process. I'm still…dealing with losing her."

"I know, kid. We had more time to process, you stepped right up and took on Liam."

"I had to be okay for him. But I know it was hard for you when we moved to New York and I'd be so happy to have you closer. I miss you and Dad every day."

"We miss you too, Brittany. I know that you have your life with your wife and your family, but…I just want to be closer to you, Santana and the boys. We won't move into the city, but Maribel has raved about her town in Westchester, and there's always Long Island."

"I'm happy you're coming." Brittany smiles and Santana thinks that she's not even forcing it.

"We'll always keep Liv with us, you know that, right?"

"I know. And I get it, that I'm in a totally different place, both physically and emotionally than when she died and if you think moving will help you get there too, then I'm all for it."

The sound of Oliver crying over the monitor tears Santana away from the table and she hands Max to Brittany before she goes upstairs. When she gets in the room, she lifts him up from the playpen and sits on the bed to nurse. She thinks of how he's Olivia's namesake, how she never got to meet Brittany's sister, but she's so present in their lives. She's not quite sure what she believes in, in terms of religion, but somehow, she feels that Brittany's sister has especially watched over her fragile son. She leans down and gently kisses the top of Oliver's head and he gurgles up at her, smiling as he nurses.

"Mommy Noodle?" Liam lifts his head from the cot. "Can I sleep in my own bed tonight?"

"You can, Sir. We're going to leave to go home just after breakfast. How does that sound?"

"I'm gonna miss Gramma and Grampa, but I like goin' home and I miss Gramma Maribel."

"She'll be happy to hear that when you see her tomorrow. Do you want to come sit with me while Ollie eats, or do you want to go downstairs to Mama?"

"I will stay here with you. I like to see them babies eat."

Liam curls up with Santana as Oliver finishes eating and then she gets both of them dressed before dressing herself. She figures the easier she can make getting out of the Pierces, the better it will be for Brittany and before she goes downstairs, she leaves an outfit on the bed for Max and puts the rest of her things in the suitcase. She brings the boys downstairs and things look good with Brittany and her mom. Brittany takes Max back upstairs to dress them both and by the time they're done, Pierce is awake and they can start packing the car and saying their goodbyes. Once they get on the road, Santana passes Liam back the iPad and Max and Oliver are content in their seats. Santana grabs Brittany's hand on the center console and Brittany turns her head a little to smile at her.

"Thanks for putting up with me being a little out of sorts this weekend." Brittany says softly.

"Britt, you put up with me being out of sorts for long stretches at a time. You were fine, just a little upset."

"It'll be good having them in New York, won't it?"

"I think it really will. Not just for them, but for you too. You uprooted your whole life to come to New York."

"It was really a job offer too good to pass up. And I spent my my whole life in Boston, it was an adventure."

"Me aside, do you ever regret it?" Santana purses her lips.

"Honestly? I don't. Like I told you on Friday, and I love the hospital, I love our house, I love our kids, and being with you is not something I can separate from any of that. If I loved nothing else about New York, I still would have come just to meet you."

"I'm glad you did, I can't imagine my life without you and our kids."

"Neither can I."