CHAPTER 7

A/N: Thanks to kelenhermitha and May1217 for your nice feedback! In this chapter, we go back to Santana POV.


ONE MONTH LATER – AT HOME

I'm woken up by Sofia's cries for the third time tonight and I sigh in exhaustion. It's 4:20 AM, she didn't even sleep for one entire hour.

"Britt…" I mumble, squeezing her shoulder. "Sofia… your turn…" I just manage to say, I'm too tired to make full sentences.

"Huh?" she just replies, sleepy and confused, before sighing as well. "How can it be my turn? I am the one who got up the last time."

"I also already got up once tonight and I'm too tired to do it again." I complain.

"But San…we agreed to alternate. It's your turn."

"Britt, I think I did more than my part. Not only I pushed her out of my body through a very small exit but now my nipples are ruined from the breastfeeding, so please don't make me get up. I pumped my milk so whatever you have to do to calm her down, you actually don't need me for it."

"Fine…" she sighs. "For this time only. Tomorrow, we go back to alternating. Even if I have to kick you out of bed!" She says as she gets up.


ONE WEEK LATER - AT HOME

Well… it's official: I look like shit! It's been two weeks since our families went back home and I can clearly see the difference. It was so much easier when Abuela was here to cook every day or when my parents went grocery shopping for us while Britt's parents were handling everything in the house: laundry, cleaning... you name it. It takes a village they say, now I get why... Although it was not always easy. Between Abuela who was already trying to explain the Holy Trinity to Sofia - and Quinn who was explaining the unholy Trinity behind her back - my mom who was constantly telling me what I should or shouldn't do, my dad who kept insisting for me to exclusively speak Spanish to Sofia … I was really getting annoyed. I mean, Brittany and I are this kid's parents, we will educate her the way we see fit.

"San, I think that she's hungry!" I hear Brittany say.

Here we go… My sole purpose in life nowadays is being a milk factory. I sit in the chair as Brittany hands me Sofia and while I'm busy feeding her, I notice that Brittany has unmatched socks and stains all over her shirt. Aren't we hot messes? But as I look into this little girl's eyes, I can't help but thinking that it's worth it.

All of a sudden, I feel Britt's hand shaking my shoulder. "San, wake up!"

"Mmmmh…What?" I mumble.

"You dozed off while breastfeeding her".

"Oh God…" I sigh, seeing Sofia still in my arms. "I'm sorry, I'm exhausted…"

"I know honey, me too…" she says. "By the way… Tina offered to go buy groceries for us and come over to help with whatever we need in the house. I didn't want to accept at first but now I'm thinking that perhaps we should… We need help."

"Ok, you're right… When is she coming over here then?" I ask.

"Who?"

"Tina" I reply.

"Oh… Is Tina coming over?" she asks.

I look at her, completely confused. "Britt, you just said that Tina has offered to help us in the house."

"Oh really she did? That's awesome! She's such a sweetheart."

I look at her, even more confused. "Britt, did you actually speak to Tina about this, or you dreamed about it?"

"About what?" she asks.

"Ok… honey… I think you need to sleep, like now! Go nap, I'll take care of the baby" I say.


TWO WEEKS LATER – AT HOME – DURING THE NIGHT

It's 3:40 AM… and if Brittany kicking my leg is any indication, it's my turn to get up. I kind of sleepwalk my way to my daughter's room, I'm just so tired. After holding Sofia for a while, I realize that I won't go back to bed any time soon. She is not hungry, she keeps crying even if I rock her in my arms or tell her stories.

Out of ideas, I decide to sing to calm her down. I have had the song "In my daughter's eyes" stuck in my head for days either way, I might as well put it to good use. As soon as I start singing, she looks at me with big eyes. The lyrics have a whole other meaning now that I'm a mom myself. Even my voice sounds different, it's like I have a new sweetness that I didn't know about. God, this kid is going to turn me into a softie, isn't she? "Baby girl... I'm supposed to be a badass, I have a reputation to maintain!" I whisper.

At least the song did the job and she is finally asleep.

I get out of her room carefully and silently, to get back to my sleepy blonde.


A FEW DAYS LATER - HOME – AFTERNOON TIME

As I'm trying to make Sofia nap, Brittany joins me in her bedroom and looks at me all confused.

"What's this?" she whispers. "Is that Rachel's voice I hear?"

"Yes, I put her on speaker" I whisper, nodding towards my phone while flipping through a magazine.

"But you're not talking to her…" she asks, even more confused.

"I'm also not listening" I reply.

"I don't understand…" She comments.

"Well it's my new trick to make our little girl take a nap. I call Berry and make her talk about whatever project she's working on… And of course, she goes on a never-ending monologue. It's so boring that it puts Sofia to sleep within a couple of minutes. It works like a charm!"

"You're kidding!" She says, with a smile.

"I am definitely not kidding. You're not the only genius around here!" I reply with a smirk.


TWO WEEKS LATER - AT HOME – EVENING TIME

I find myself heavily making out with Brittany, for the first time since I gave birth. Actually for the first time in forever because we had to stop our sexy times a few weeks before the birth, it was getting too uncomfortable.

Even if I'm completely exhausted, the taste of her mouth is intoxicating and I'm addicted to the feeling of her perfect warm body. God I missed this so fucking bad. Heat quickly builds up between my legs but baby cries interrupt us. She pulls away from the kiss with an apologetic look as I sigh…

"Wait" I whisper, "maybe she'll fall back asleep by herself?" I say even though I know it's just wishful thinking.

As Sofia's cries continue and even increase, I shake my head and get up to check on her.

When I finally come back to my bedroom, I find Brittany asleep. Yeah… that was too good to be true…

I'm disappointed and frustrated but exhaustion takes over me and I quickly fall asleep as well.


ON THE NEXT EVENING - HOME

As our baby is sound asleep, I cease the occasion and pull Brittany's hand to lead her into our bedroom. I really want to continue our little making out session from last night…

Barely a few minutes later, we're engaged in a heated kiss and start undressing each other. I run my hands all over her body, God why is she so damn hot...

Suddenly Sofia's cries bring me back to reality and I notice that I'm naked in bed, next to a very naked Brittany. What happened? I don't remember having sex… Did we? Oh my God, am I tired up to the point that I would actually forget that?

As Brittany turns to me, I ask her: "Did we have sex?"

I can't believe that I'm asking such a question.

"Hum…" she replies, obviously trying to remember. "I don't think we did… I actually think we fell asleep."

"We fell asleep while making out!?" I say in disbelief.

The 17 year old me must be completely outraged…

"I guess so…" she shrugs.

Why do I feel like I'm never going to have sex again?


A FEW DAYS LATER - HOME

Brittany is kissing me and caressing my sides as I grab her perfect ass. Sofia has been very calm today and has followed her normal schedule so now we should have a couple of hours to ourselves. But of course, the peace and quiet doesn't last long and just a few minutes later, I hear our baby crying.

"Oh my God, but does she have a sixth sense or what?" I say with an irritated tone. "It's like every time we try to make love, she has to cry. Fucking hell!"

"I don't think she does it on purpose, honey…" Brittany smiles.

I just sigh, shaking my head. Saying that I'm sexually frustrated is the understatement of the year.

"San…" she says, kissing my nose. "I hate to break it to you but it's your turn to check on her…"

It just keeps getting better, doesn't it? I reluctantly get up and walk towards our kid's bedroom.

"Hi baby"… I say, taking Sofia in my arms, gently rocking her. "You and I need to talk, a mother to daughter talk, okay? You know that I love you more than life itself, Mija, don't you? But I also love your mommy very much…" I add, still rocking her as she looks at me with big curious eyes.

"And you see… when you are in love with someone, you… how can I explain this in a way that is suitable for little ones like you? Appropriate language is not really your mama's strong suit… But let's try… so … when you are in love, you want to have hum… special hugs with your partner… And here is the thing, baby. Mama really really needs her special hugs with mommy otherwise she's going to go craaaaazzzyyy. She will probably slap Auntie Quinn or Auntie Rachel out of frustration, and we wouldn't want that… would we? So can you please just sleep for a little while, without crying…? Please?"


A FEW MINUTES LATER

After my speech, Sofia fell back asleep so I can finally go back to Brittany. Thank God, this time my wife is still awake.

"Is she sleeping?" she asks me.

"Yep, she is." I reply. "So where were we?" I say, kissing her neck.

"I think right about there, yes" she replies before caressing my back, under my shirt.

She captures my lips in a slow hot kiss and I can't help but moan in her mouth. I slowly run my hand on her abs, God… being married to a dancer definitely has its perks. I'm sure Tina would agree with me.

I pull her shirt above her head and start kissing her chest before licking her nipples. How did I stay away from those for so long… I gently squeeze her boobs as I leave a trail of kisses along her stomach, before pulling her shorts. I want her so bad.

I place soft kisses on her inner thighs and on her center through her underwear, when Sofia suddenly wakes up.

That kid is a sadistic evil mind.

"Are you freaking kidding me!" I shout in frustration. "Seriously your daughter is trying to ruin my sex life on purpose, I'm telling you!"


ON THE NEXT DAY – QUINN AND PUCK'S HOUSE

I just pulled over in front of Quinn and Puck's house and take the maxi cosi out of the car.

"Hey San!" Quinn says, before smiling big at my daughter. "Hello, baby girl!"

"Hi Q… Is Puck here?" I ask, handing her Sofia.

"No he's at work… why?" she says, happily holding my baby and giving her a kiss.

"Great, then you won't be distracted." I reply, placing a duffle bag next to her feet. "So everything you need is in there: diapers, bottles, spare clothes, her Teddy… I'll come pick her up later this afternoon."

"Wait, what?" She asks. "You're not seriously going to leave her here?"

"Didn't you say that you would love to spend some time with her? Well, now is your chance!" I reply.

"Yeah I meant making an actual plan, Santana. You know, agree together on the day and time I would take her, not you dumping your child on my doorstep."

"I didn't dump her, you happily took her in your arms."

"What the H-E-L-L, Santana!" she says, spelling out the word "hell" so that the baby wouldn't hear her "swear".

"Look, Q. Here's the thing: I haven't had S-E-X in months!" I say, spelling it like she did, in a tentative to mock her. "MONTHS, okay? And now every time Britt and I are about to do it, the little missy here cries and interrupts us. That baby sees more boob than I do!" I say, raising my arms. "So she's going to stay here for a little while, bonding with her Auntie Quinn while I'm going to go home and do my wife. Got it?"

"So you're abandoning your daughter just because you have not had s… hum… any in a few months? What do you think I go through when Puck is on mission?" She says. "You will survive, Lopez."

"Oh please… I've seen Puckerman in his birthday suit and it is definitely not comparable with my smoking hot dancer wife! Look… Britt went to the dance school to do some paperwork and she's going to be home any minute. And this time, I'm DEFINITELY getting some, okay? So I'm leaving!" I say, entering in my car. "Bye baby! Mama loves you!" I shout, waving at Sofia.

"San… but… San!" Quinn angrily complains but all I reply through the open windows is: "Thanks, Q. You're the best!" and I drive away.


A SHORT WHILE LATER – AT HOME

Brittany is already home when I get there, she's sitting on the couch, reading some documents.

"Hi honey!" She says when she sees me in the living room. "Where have you been? I thought you were staying home today… And where is my little girl?"

"I was at Quinn's and Sofia is staying with her for hum… a couple of hours…" I reply, walking towards her.

"Oh really, how come?" she asks, curious.

I straddle her lap, capturing her lips in a long kiss. "Because it's sex o'clock right now" I whisper.

"What?" she asks, confused.

"Britt… I love our Sofia, I do, but that little fucker is getting in the way of our sex life. So mama needs a break…" I say, kissing her neck. "Quinn has her, so we can resume our sexy activities…"

"San… did you even ask Quinn before you drove to her house or you trapped her into taking care of our child?"

"I didn't want to give her a chance to turn me down! But don't worry, Fabray will be just fine." I say, taking off my shirt and unhooking my bra, before sucking on the pulse point in her neck.

"But Sofia has never been anywhere without one of us… what if she misses us?" she asks.

"Britt… I'm half naked here, are you even noticing?" I complain. "Sofia knows Quinn, she sees her all the time. And I left Fabray with everything the baby could need, whether it's to be fed, to be changed or to be comforted… okay? It's good for our daugther to be around other people from time to time, and it's good for us to remember that we also exist as individuals. For a couple of hours, I want us to take off the "mom" hats and put on the "wife" hats. Actually, no hat. No piece of clothing whatsoever. I just want hot sex with my insanely hot wife. So how about less talking and more sexing?" I ask with pleading eyes.

She looks into my eyes for a few seconds before hugging my body tight and kissing me with tongue.

God, finally. We quickly both get naked and I'm so damn horny that I already feel wet down there.

My phone suddenly rings and even though I'm determined not to answer, Britt stops kissing me.

"San…"

"For the love of God, let's just let it ring" I say, trying to kiss her again but she turns her head away.

"What if it's Quinn and it's about Sofia?" She asks, worried.

I sigh and check my phone, still straddling her.

As I see who is calling, I immediately get pissed and decide to pick up: "What the fuck you want, Berry?" I yell.

"San? Huh… I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"

"Yes, it's definitely a bad time." I say.

"Ok… I huh… I just…" she mumbles.

"I'm not available today, Hobbit" I angrily reply and hang up.

"Now… back to us…" I say, kissing my wife's lips.


A/N: Thank you in advance for your reviews, what did you think? My favourite part of this chapter was the interaction between Santana and Quinn ;-)