Happy Sunday everyone. I hope it has been a great weekend for you all. I'm from the UK, but still celebrating the Biden win. Just wanted to say thank you for your support on the story so far, the reviews, and to my silent readers.

Just wanted to respond to a Guest review around it not following the rom-com element of the film, and having a lot of drama and angst and Brittany's situation being depressing (I agree, it is). I admit, there is a lot of drama and angst and build up, and it doesn't follow the film completely. I only ever intended to loosely base it around the film, because I could see when I watched it a good plot linking to Brittana, but I of course wanted to adapt it to make it my own work. I know it's an incredibly slow burn, and a lot of you are impatient for these girls to get it together, but I have full plans for where this is going to go and I have faith that the build up is beneficial in their story. I hope you can stick with it to see where the journey will take them!

As always, thank you for reading and for the reviews, I do have a vision in my head for the story, but I am always willing to adapt and change and take criticism xx

8 weeks later

Brittany stared at her phone; her thumb hovering over the call button. It was ironic that the person she wanted to call most about this news, was the person she hadn't spoken to in 8 long weeks.

After they had argued that night back in April, Brittany had chased after Santana, convincing her to go home with her. Santana reluctantly agreed, it wasn't like she had anywhere else to stay, and all of her stuff was at Brittany's so she would have to go back before her flight home the next day. When she had got in, she had gone straight to her room and knowing the Latina needed space, Brittany had returned to her own bedroom with Denver. They had exchanged a few words the next morning, mainly just around the logistics of Santana getting to the airport, but the tension was inevitable. They barely had long to endure the awkwardness though, because Brittany had work and Santana had a cab booked to the airport. They hadn't even hugged goodbye. Brittany felt terrible, she knew she had really hurt Santana, and it was something she never thought she'd do.

Brittany had tried to call and text Santana, but she heard nothing back. She couldn't blame her, what she had said was really hurtful. It was the longest they had gone without speaking, and it was killing Brittany. Why did she have to say something she didn't mean, in a moment of hurt and defensiveness? She threw herself into work and baby-making to keep busy, but she knew she wasn't herself. She'd be returning to Lima for her birthday in August, she could only hope Santana would speak to her then, if she went to her in person.

The only thing keeping her going, was the fact she still got to speak to Mila every night. For the first week, Santana had screened all of Brittany's calls, and whenever Mila asked to speak to her Aunty Brit-Brit, Santana had simply replied "soon sweetheart". But as the week went on, she felt guilty. She knew Mila missed her a lot, and no doubt Brittany would be missing Mila too. She started to let Mila take the iPad every night to FaceTime Brittany, keeping up to their nightly ritual, making sure Brittany had gone before taking the iPad back. A few times, Brittany had stayed on the line and tried to speak as soon as Santana took the iPad, but Santana would simply shut it off. She was far too hurt to speak to her. Mila had questioned why Santana wasn't joining in on their calls, but Santana would always find a way to change a subject. She knew her five-year-old was smart though, and probably suspected something.

It was an extremely painful time for both girls.

Earlier that morning, Brittany had found out she was pregnant. 4-5 weeks pregnant, according to one of the many tests she had taken. She was shaking when the little window had come up positive, even though she had an instinct. She didn't have any symptoms, but she just knew something felt different. She hadn't told Denver she was doing a test because she knew how disappointed he would be if it came back negative, but now she knew she was, she couldn't wait to tell him.

But the person she wanted to tell the most, was Santana. She wasn't sure she was ready when her and Den and started trying, but now she had seen the + sign, she suddenly felt overjoyed. It was like she loved the baby, which was just the size of a poppy seed at this point, already. She felt ready, and all she wanted to do was to share her excitement with her best friend.

As her thumb hovered over the call button still, she thought better of it and sighed sadly. She couldn't conjure up the courage to do it. She knew Santana would probably just decline her call again.

She turned her thoughts to telling Denver, and how happy he would be to hear the news. She decided to do some online research into pregnancy to busy herself, flipping open Denver's MacBook which was next to her, rather than trailing upstairs for her own.

She smiled as she read an article about the size of the embryo and what had developed so far, as early on as it was. She felt herself getting quite emotional, was it the hormones already? She continued reading, when an iMessage popped up, catching her attention.

Still haven't got that money I'm owed?

Brittany frowned. It was from an unsaved number, so she guessed someone had got the wrong number, and carried on reading her article. She trusted Denver wholeheartedly. Then another message popped up.

I mean it Denver, send it tonight, this isn't fair on Jacob

This alarmed Brittany, clearly it wasn't an unknown number after all, but it was the next message that made her blood run cold

If you don't, maybe I'll be forced to tell your girlfriend everything?

She went against every instinct she had and checked the message thread. As she scrolled up right to the top, she saw a photo of a new-born baby. She worked out from the woman's messages that she was called Megan. Some of the messages were innocent, but it didn't take a genius to work out what was going on here. Further down Megan had asked for a payment of $700 to cover Jacob for the month, to which Denver had responded:

Why should I pay maintenance for a child you won't even let me meet?

That was all Brittany needed to see, she slammed the laptop shut and ran upstairs, hurling the entire contents of her stomach up, as her world crashed down around her.

When she had brought up everything, and regained her composure, she sat on the bathroom floor for what felt like an age. She hugged her legs for comfort, as the tears spilled down. She needed to get out of here.

I know about Megan and Jacob.

She text Denver simply, before pulling up Google and searching for the next flight to Lima.

"Go and get another refill Mila if you want some more" Dani urged, pointing over to the ice cream counter with a smile.

Mila looked at Santana, who nodded her permission. She watched with a sad smile as Mila skipped off, turning her attention back to her own half eaten Ice Cream, twirling the spoon around absent-mindedly.

"What's wrong babe? I thought you'd love this" Dani asked, noticing how distracted her girlfriend was. She had picked this place specifically as a nice date for them, knowing how partial Santana was to sweet stuff, and how she loved when their plans included Mila.

"I do, I do, I'm sorry" Santana smiled, feeling guilty "It's just…me and Brit tend to come here a lot with Mila. Or we used to anyway…" she trailed off.

Dani couldn't help but let out a sigh. She loved her girlfriend but, she couldn't help but notice her misery growing as the weeks went on. She almost felt jealous, about how much this best friend of hers clearly meant to her.

Santana had cried the whole flight back to Lima. She hadn't even hugged Brittany goodbye, and she felt terrible, seeing how crushed Brittany was as she walked off and got into the cab without a second glance. She was just so hurt. The thing was, that she knew Brittany didn't mean it. She knew she had said it without thinking and as a defence mechanism. She knew that as soon as the words flew out of her mouth, she had regretted it. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

She wanted to call Brittany the moment she had landed and tell her she was sorry too, and they could put everything behind them.

She wanted to call her on the Sunday, when she had introduced Dani to Mila for the first time, to tell her how well it had gone.

She wanted to call her the week after that when she had plucked up the courage to come out to her parents, to laugh about how her mom had simply said "Oh Santana, you really think I didn't know from the time you went trick or treating as Uncle Jesse from Full House?" She knew Brittany would find that funny, as she was with her as always. Brittany had helped cut her hair for her to perfect the mullet, much to Maribel's horror when she found them both grinning mischievously with the scissors.

She wanted to call her two weeks later with happy tears, when she had sat Mila down and explained to her that Dani wasn't just her friend, but her girlfriend. She'd explained to her all about love being between two people, and that could be between a man and a woman, a woman and a woman, or a man and a man. It didn't matter as long as both people were happy. In true Mila style, she'd amazed Santana by being wiser than her years "But I already know that Mama! Alexis has two daddies!" she giggled, referring to a girl from her pre-school, turning her attention back to her drawing unfazed. "So…you are happy and okay with this Moo?" Mila stopped her drawing to look at Santana again "Are you happy Mama?" Santana nodded smiling "entonces yo también soy feliz" Mila replied, turning her attention back to her drawing once more. Santana felt her heart could burst, Brittany was right, all Mila cared about was her mother's happiness.

She wanted to call her last week with sad tears, when she'd had dinner with her Abuela, and told her all about Dani and her new-found sexuality. She knew she was deeply religious, so she wasn't expecting a rainbow parade to be thrown for her, but she didn't expect her to kick her out of her house and tell her she never wanted to see her again. She didn't expect her to say that her feelings were a sin, that should have been kept secret. She so badly wanted Brittany's comfort that night.

She wanted to call her in the smaller moments too. Just general chit-chat, to hear about her day, to gossip about the latest episode of Real Housewives.

She missed her desperately, but the longer they went without speaking, the harder it was to reach out. Even though Brittany called her every day, and she could easily answer, she was just too stubborn for her own good at times.

That evening, she was sat with her thoughts and a glass of wine, when she checked her watch and noticed it was nearing Mila's bedtime. She was already in bed and would be on FaceTime to Brittany by now. Brittany knew Mila's bedtime was at 7:30, so she was pretty good at ending the call before Santana got there, apart from the few times she had tried to stay on and speak to her. It was 7:25 and deciding she could do with hearing Brittany's voice tonight, she crept upstairs. She wouldn't speak to her of course, just simply listen to the voice she missed so much. She had done this on a few occasions, without Mila and Brittany knowing, entering the room as soon as she heard the call disconnect.

As she got to Mila's room and peeped around the door, she noticed the little girl sitting with a frown and staring at her iPad, no sign of Brittany's voice.

"Meels?" Santana questioned, walking into her daughter's room, wondering what she was doing.

"Aunty Brit won't answer my FaceTime" Mila pouted, holding up the iPad to show the unavailable screen. "I tried lots of times"

Santana looked at the iPad to check Mila had been calling right, which she had.

"Aw baby, she must be busy tonight" Santana smiled sympathetically, tucking Mila's hair behind her ear.

Sometimes Brittany had to do later shifts at work, so maybe that was it, but Santana thought it was weird that Brittany hadn't said. She would always text to let them know, so not to let Mila down, even when they weren't speaking. She hoped Brittany was okay.

"But I miss her" Mila pouted

"I know you do honey, you'll get to speak to her tomorrow. But for now, I need you to close your eyes and have some sweet dreams"

"I want to see her in person" Mila moaned

"Come on" said Santana, avoiding the question and pulling the covers tight over Mila, and taking the iPad from her "time for sleep now mi amor"

"Okay" Mila sighed, as she and Santana proceeded to do their nightly ritual in saying goodnight to each other. When they had finished, she switched out the main light, making sure to leave the night light on before retreating back downstairs. She picked up her wine and checked her phone, debating whether or not to call Brittany to check everything was okay. She was startled by a frantic knock at the door.

"Who on earth could that be?" she said to herself, as she set down her wine and went to answer it. She pulled the door open slightly to check who it was, to be met with familiar but sad blue eyes. As soon as she realised who it was, she pulled the door open properly.

She took in the sight of the crying and dishevelled looking girl.

"Brittany…what's happened?" she asked concerned, causing the girl to cry harder. She couldn't stand it any longer, she pulled Brittany in with one swift movement, holding her close and comforting her.

"It's okay, it's okay Brit, I'm here…it's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay"

After a few minutes, Santana moved them inside, being sure to not let go of the fragile girl. She ushered them over to the couch, gently sitting them down, using her hand to rub soothing patterns up Brittany's back.

"Can you tell me what's happened Brit?" she asked gently. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen her look so distraught before.

Brittany sniffed and opened her mouth to speak, before her emotions got the better of her, and she broke into a fresh wave of tears.

"Brit you're really starting to scare me now" Santana pressed, her concern growing by the minute.

"It's Denver…" Brittany gulped through her tears.

"Should have known" Santana thought angrily. She knew this was all going to end in heart ache for Brittany.

"What's he done Brittany?" Santana asked firmly, thinking of all the ways she could hurt Denver in her head.

"He…he's been cheating on me" Brittany admitted looking down. Santana jolted in shock. She wasn't expecting that.

"WHAT!? I swear to God, I'll kill him"

"It's not the worst of it" Brittany laughed sadly, as Santana looked at her quizzically, urging her to continue.

"He has a five-month-old child, that he's been keeping secret this whole time"

Santana felt her body stiffen. She was furious that he could do this to her best friend. She thought Brittany was going to say he'd had another episode of talking to her like crap, but this!?

"That absolute piece of shit. I KNEW he wasn't good enough for you. Oh, you just wait until I see him Brit, I'm not letting him get away with treating you like this. No way, not this time!" she raged uncontrollably, her temper getting the better of her. Then she noticed how vulnerable Brittany looked. She didn't need to hear this right now, she needed comfort instead. Her body language softened as she turned to Brittany, reaching out to take her hand.

"Sorry. I know that's not helpful" she said, giving Brittany's hand a gentle squeeze "start from the beginning, tell me everything"

So, Brittany told her about the messages she had found on Denver's MacBook, how she had ignored them at first, but then curiosity had gotten the better of her. The way she had instantly thrown up when she found them, and how after an hour solid of crying on the bathroom floor, she had booked the next flight to Lima.

"I just I…I can't believe it" Santana said, after Brittany had relayed everything "And there were no signs or anything? Nothing that lead you to suspect he was cheating?"

"Not at all" Brittany shook her head "I just trusted him. I guess now in hindsight, I could point out how he worked late nights, and worked away a lot but…I don't really know. I believed him when he said it was work. I never would have known without finding those messages, that's what scares me"

"Oh Brit, I'm so sorry" said Santana, taking Brittany into a hug. Her heart was aching for her.

"It's okay, I mean it's not your fault" Brittany laughed slightly, wiping the tears from her cheek "I'm sorry for barging in on you like this it's just…as soon as I found out, I needed you. And I know things have been weird between us this past…"

Santana gently raised her hand stopping her

"You are, and you always will be, the most important person to me aside from Mila. No stupid fight is ever going to change that. Whatever happens between us, I'd always be there for you, and I know you'd be there for me too. I'm so glad you came here"

Brittany smiled relieved, pulling Santana back into another hug.

"I really, really missed you"

"I missed you too" Santana replied, sincerely, her hands stroking down Brittany's back. By now the two of them were emotional, as they pulled apart and stared at each other through their tears. Santana let out a small laugh.

"Look at us" she sighed humorously, wiping the tears from both of their faces, before turning the conversation serious again.

"So, have you spoken to Denver properly?"

Brittany let out a sad sigh. For a moment there, she had been so happy in Santana's arms, she had almost forgotten this awful predicament she had found herself in.

"Not properly no" she shook her head "After I text him that I knew, I switched off my phone until I landed here, and when I turned it back on again I had a million messages from him. I text him to say I'd come to Lima for a few days to clear my head, and not to contact me, and that I'd reach out to him when I was ready. I don't want to hear from him right now, but I didn't want him to worry too much about where I'd gone and call the police or something" she shrugged.

Santana nodded her understanding.

"What are you doing about work?" she asked

"I just took some emergency unpaid leave. The Assistant Choreographer has it covered because at this point, we're only making minimal changes. I explained everything to the director over the phone, and he was pretty understanding about the situation. Turns out he could relate because his ex-husband is also a cheat. Men hey?" she laughed sarcastically, trying to make light of the situation.

The jokes didn't last long, and her face fell, as she thought about the situation at hand.

"Oh San, what am I going to do?" she sighed sadly, tears threatening to fall once again.

Santana rubbed Brittany's arm sympathetically. Her heart felt like it could break into tiny pieces, seeing and hearing Brittany be this vulnerable. She was usually always so strong. She knew what she wanted Brittany to do; leave the cheating bastard. But she also knew this wasn't helpful, and Brittany had to make her own decisions about things.

"You don't have to rush into anything Brit. Just take your time to process everything and think things through. You don't need to decide that right now" she said softly.

Brittany looked down and bit her lip, before locking Santana in an intense gaze.

"It's a little more complicated than that…" she sighed "I found out earlier today that…I'm pregnant"

Santana's eyes searched Brittany's, trying to read how she was feeling about all of this. She guessed it would be bittersweet news for her, given the new circumstances she found herself in. A wave of emotion suddenly overtook Santana. Her best friend was having a baby.

"Brittany…" she gushed, half of sympathy for the situation, half amazement for this special news. She rushed forward to envelope Brittany in a hug. Deciding that regardless of the sad circumstances Brittany had found herself, this was still amazing precious news that need to be celebrated, Santana pulled back to look at Brittany with a smile.

"Congratulations…" she whispered; eyes full of emotion.

"Thank you" Brittany smiled, closing her eyes, taking in the feeling of saying it out loud for the first time "you're the first person that knows. I'm only early on, 4-5 weeks the test estimates. My baby is apparently the size of a Poppy seed right now" she chuckled tearfully. It was the first time she had said 'my baby', and despite the ache inside her heart, it made her feel all warm inside.

"Your first baby" Santana poured, instinctively reaching out to touch Brittany's non-existent baby bump. She watched as Brittany smiled in agreement, before hurt flashed over her face.

"Shame it won't be Denver's first baby" she looked down, Santana gently squeezing her hand to comfort her. She couldn't even imagine how it must have felt for Brittany, to finally find out she was expecting a child with the person she loved after all their planning, then finding out on the same day he had been unfaithful to her and already had a baby to somebody else.

"I was so excited to tell him San. Then I found what I found, and now I don't even want him to know" Brittany laughed sadly "I'm not even angry I'm just…so sad"

Santana smiled sadly, that was so Brittany. She rarely got angry, defensive sometimes, but never really angry. That was more of a trait she had in herself, whilst Brittany usually expressed herself through sadness. Santana loved and hated that trait at the same time. She loved it because she thought it was amazing how Brittany would always manage to stay calm and rational and positive about things. She was so kind, so if she ever was angry, you knew it was valid. But she hated it because, seeing her best friend upset tore her up inside, and made her feel helpless.

"You're allowed to feel however you want to feel Brit. You've been through a lot these past 24 hours" Santana stated softly, taking hold of the blonde's left hand and bring it up to her lips, placing a reassuring kiss there.

"You were right" Brittany smiled sadly "I shouldn't have brought a baby into a messy situation like this"

Santana eyes widened in a frantic panic to reassure the blonde

"No Brittany come on; I shouldn't have said that. I was just worried about you, and the reasons why you were doing it. I mean, it's a big thing, y'know. Life changing. I didn't want you to do something like that just to make your relationship better and be left disappointed if it didn't work" Santana raised Brittany's head up, placing her hands firmly on the sides of her face, forcing her to look at her "But I have never doubted your ability to be a mother. You were born to do this job, more so than I ever was. I always knew that whatever situation a baby was born into, that with you as a mother, they'd flourish. You know how I always believe everything happens for a reason, so clearly you were meant to become a mother at this time. And I know after everything, you might not feel ready, but trust me you were born ready. So please don't doubt yourself if you want to raise this baby without Denver. Screw him. You don't need him, you never have. And I promise that I am going to be right behind you every step of the way. You'll never be alone babe, no matter what you decide to do about Den"

Silent tears slipped down Brittany's face, at Santana's soft words, which Santana caught with her thumbs.

"Thank you" Brittany whispered, too overwhelmed to say anything more.

Santana leaned forwards to take Brittany into her arms again, stroking her hair to soothe her. She was pretty sure Brittany would want to keep the baby, considering she had planned it and had been excited this morning Googling all about embryo development and how big the baby would be at this stage. She didn't want her excitement to be clouded by Denver's stupid actions, and for her to think she couldn't have this baby without him, which is why she had said what she'd said. But she also felt the need to let Brittany know, that she'd support her on whatever decision she made.

"You know of course, you have options, and I'll be by your side whatever you choose" she whispered into Brittany's ear, still holding her close. She didn't want to say the exact wording of abortion or adoption. She knew Brittany would understand what she meant.

Brittany pulled away to look at Santana, wiping her face with her sleeve and shaking her head.

"No, I want to keep this baby" she said determined

"I thought that's what you would want" Santana nodded with a smile "But I had to let you know that I'll support you whatever"

Brittany flashed Santana a grateful smile, before Santana kissed her own fingertips, placing them under Brittany's shirt and pressing them gently on her stomach.

"Little baby Poppy seed is so loved already"

They lay in bed together that night in silence. In the morning it was agreed that Santana would take Brittany to the doctors to get properly checked over, and then Brittany would go home and visit her parents. She hadn't even told them she was back in Lima yet. The rest, they would take as it came. Santana had her arm wrapped around Brittany, her thumb softly caressing the skin of her hip as she watched her sleep, feeling more protective than ever now she knew there was a baby Brittany inside of her and also because of how vulnerable she was at the moment. She looked so peaceful; the emotions of the day not evident on her face. The two of them had no choice but to sleep in Santana's bed, being that she only had a two-bedroom apartment and the other room was Mila's. But even if she had a 10-bed mansion, she would have made sure to stay with Brit tonight.

"San?" Brittany called, startling Santana. She was so sure the blonde was asleep.

"Yeah Brit, I'm right here" she squeezed, assuming she just needed extra comfort, but then Brittany span around to face her properly.

"I want you to know how sorry I am, for what I said on the night we argued" she said, staring at Santana intensely, so she could apologise with her eyes as well. Santana looked away from the intense aqua gaze to shake her head.

"Brit no it's behind us, you don't need…"

"Please Santana I do" Brittany said firmly "I need to say it for you, and for me, so please just let me say what I want to say" she pleaded, gently turning Santana's head back to look at her. Her eyes closed at Brittany's touch, but she opened them again when she felt Brittany's gaze fixated on her.

"Okay" she nodded

"What I said that night" Brittany sighed to regain her composure, thinking about that night was enough to start the tears off again "was just completely untrue. I never meant a word of it, and to be honest, I didn't even know I was saying it until it was out of my mouth. I was just scared San. What you were saying, was all completely right, and I guess it hit a nerve with me and I hit back defensively"

Santana nodded her understanding

"You've always been the only person who's ever truly known me. Who can read me like a book, through just a look, no words needed. It's one of my favourite things about you, but on that night, it felt like one of the worst. I wanted to carry on in my deluded bubble, and I knew as the week went on more and more cracks were becoming apparent to you, and that you could see right through everything. But there's no excuses. I shouldn't have lost it like that and said something so cruel. Something I so obviously didn't mean."

Santana smiled sadly, eyes brimming with tears, as she ran her thumb over Brittany's hand. She didn't even realise she had taken Brit's hand into her own, until now. Brittany removed her hand from Santana's, to place both of her hands on Santana's shoulders. She tenderly twirled the ends of her hair around her fingers as she spoke.

"I need you to believe me when I say I didn't mean it San. Your love for Mila radiates out of you. She has never needed two parents, and she never will. And if I could be half the Mommy to my baby that you are to Mila, then I'll be overjoyed. She has one perfect Mama, but she's the best Mama in the world"

Santana swallowed, her emotions getting the better of her now as big thick tears slid down her face at Brittany's words.

"I'm just so, so sorry San, please forgive me" Brittany's voice cracked. That was it for Santana, she wrapped Brittany up in her arms so tight, feeling the wetness on her shoulder from her tears. She didn't care, she needed Brittany to know she forgave her.

"I'm sorry too Brit-Brit" Santana replied, her voice thick with emotion "And I'm sorry for letting this stupid argument go on for so long. I knew you didn't mean it. I wanted to call you as soon as I touched back down in Lima"

"Why didn't you?" Brittany sniffed. The past 8 weeks had been agony for her, and Santana had blocked her every attempt at making amends. Santana just gave Brittany a simple look as if to say 'Come on Brit, you know me well'

Brittany nodded her understanding. She did know how stubborn Santana could be, especially when she was hurt. She couldn't help but feel cheated for all the weeks they'd missed though, even though it hadn't been that long, it felt like an age to her.

"The important thing is, we're here now" Santana soothed, the weird telepathy they seemed to share proving itself again.

They silently embraced for a few more moments, before Brittany asked a question, she was scared to know the answer to.

"Do you..." she cleared her throat to ease the croakiness and nerves "do you think if I didn't come here over all of this, we would have made up still?"

Santana looked at Brittany with a steely determination, desperate to put some happiness back into those baby blues. If it was one thing she knew for sure, it was this.

"Of course." she said simply "whether it would have been a day, a week, a month, a year. We were always going to find out way back to each other"

"A year!?" Brittany gasped in horror

"I'm certain it wouldn't have been that long Brit" Santana laughed lightly "I hovered over the call button several times a day, I'm sure it won't have been much longer"

She turned to move Brittany's hair out of her face, stroking her thumb across her eyebrow to ease the concerned frown.

"What I'm trying to say" Santana began "Is that no matter what situations we end up in, or how far apart we become, we will always find our way back to each other."

She held out her pinkie finger, to link with Brittany's.

"Because you see, there's always going to be an invisible string" Santana circled around their clasped pinkies "tying you to me"

Brittany's eyes grew glassy, at Santana's beautiful analogy. She always called Brittany a genius, but in Brittany's eyes it was Santana. Despite her tough girl demeanour, she had such a whimsical and fatalistic outlook on life that people rarely got to see, but whenever she did show snippets of it; it was magnificent.

They had so much to catch up on, but it would wait until tomorrow. For now, they fell asleep contently wrapped around each other, the two of them able to sleep happily again for the first time in 8 weeks.

You might have already noticed that this story is named after a Taylor Swift song from her Folklore album. Since first listen, I have always thought that song describes the 'Brittana relationship' perfectly, so you might notice little snippets from the story being based around the lyrics of that song as well.

As always, thank you for reading! Xx