A/N: Hey everyone, so, this is actually my first time writing a story. Ever. So, I'm really nervous about reading reviews as of the moment but I'm glad that some of you are liking the story so far. I didn't realize how short this chapter was so I'm uploading Chapter 4 with it.
GrrrrsRandomness: Thank you! Let's just say that it's not gonna be easy for everyone. :)
Robin: Ha! Interesting theory and God knows I love alternate timelines/multiverse stories. Lol
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CHAPTER 3
"Miss… I don't know who you are and who this Santana person is. I'm sorry." she says as she stares back at the woman's sad, blue orbs.
"N-No, that's not possible. Your name is Santana Lopez-Pierce and I'm Brittany, your wife."
"My what now?"
"Her what?!"
Olivia and Rachel both shrieked at this unexpected revelation.
Olivia stares at the crying blonde in front of her before shaking her head and chuckling lightly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh but… that's crazy. If you say I drunkenly married you in Vegas, then I would believe you, but I haven't been in Vegas in the last few years" she explains with a shrug.
The blonde lowers her head as she continues to cry, "You don't understand. You are Santana. My Santana. I can feel it and I know, deep down, you do too." she says with a shaky voice as she looks up to meet the brunette's eyes, "You have to believe me."
Olivia opens her mouth to say something but is immediately cut off by Rachel. "Alright, that's enough" she interrupts and grabs her sister's left wrist, "Liv, we have to go." Before Rachel and Olivia can take a step, Brittany grabs Olivia's right wrist.
"I know it's you, Santana..." she speaks in a melancholic tone, "and I don't know how or why you don't remember me but I'm going to prove it to you." She lets go of the brunette's wrist and Rachel finally drags Olivia out of the bookstore, leaving a distraught Brittany behind.
Later that day, Brittany stands in front of her apartment door trying to compose herself. After her disheartening encounter with Santana… Olivia… whoever she is, Brittany decided to spend the next hour walking around Manhattan to control her emotions before she goes home to her daughter. She takes her keys from her purse and opens the door. Once inside, she puts her purse in the kitchen counter and opens the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Footsteps can be heard from behind her and she turns around to see Mercedes.
"How'd it go?" Mercedes asks, offering her friend a small smile.
"Not great" the blonde replied sadly, "Can we not talk about it right now? Where's Maddi?" she asks as Mercedes nods her head, letting her know that she respects Brittany's plea.
"She's taking a nap but I think you should wake her up now. I'll get dinner started."
"No, it's fine Cedes. You should go home. I know you're a very busy lady" the blonde winks at her "Thank you for today. I'll just order takeout later and I just want to spend time with my daughter."
"Well, okay, if you're sure," Brittany nods "I'm here if you wanna talk about it, okay?" she says as she pulls the blonde in for a hug.
"I will. Thank you."
They pull away from each other's embrace and Brittany walks Mercedes to the front door. Just as she closes the front door, Maddison comes out from the hallway, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Mommy?"
Brittany turns to see her baby girl and walks towards her, "Hey baby". She grabs the little brunette's hand and ushers them both to the couch. She sits down and pulls Maddison to sit on her lap then the little girl hides her head in the crook of Brittany's neck. They stay like that for a few minutes before Brittany kisses Maddison's forehead and takes a deep breath.
"Hey baby?" she nudges her daughter. Maddi looks up at her mother, "Yes, mommy?"
"If for example, your Mami wasn't really in heaven and one day we found her, what would you do?"
The little girl frowns at her mother's questions but smiles at her after a few seconds, "I would give Mami a bunch of hugs and kisses and I'll tell her to not leave us again or else I'll go all Lima Heights on her butt." Maddison explained excitedly to her mother and Brittany laughed at her daughter's antics.
"I think you've been hanging out with Aunt Cedes way too much and she tells you inappropriate stories about your Mami" she bops her daughter on the nose and pulls her back in their cuddling position.
Brittany closes her eyes as she thinks of ways on how to prove that Olivia Wright is Santana Lopez-Pierce, her wife. She has no idea what the hell is going on but if some woman is walking around in New York with her wife's face, then she's going to get answers. And boy, is she determined to get them.
The next afternoon, Olivia and Rachel are in the car and on their way back to New York from a book signing in Atlantic City. Olivia was typing something on her phone when an Instagram notification popped up on the screen.
[brittanylp] sent you a message
She opened the app to check the message sent to her and her eyes widened when she saw the attached video, "Oh my god" she covered her mouth as she tried to process the content of the message Brittany sent her.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asks, eyeing her sister worriedly. The brunette hands her the phone and Rachel's eyes widened as she's equally as shocked to see the message. It's a video of Santana in a hospital bed with a newborn baby being handed to her and Brittany can also be seen in the frame. Rachel reads the attached message saying 'Her name's Maddison. You gave birth to her in 2011.'
Rachel clears her throat and hands her sister the phone back, "Wow, you really do look exactly like her. No wonder that woman kept saying it's you."
"I-I don't understand. I haven't even met this woman and last time I checked, I wasn't gay. I mean, sure, I dabbled in that department but-"
"Well, you aren't but Santana is… I don't know" Rachel shifts to her left side to face the brunette and leans her back against the door of the car. "Have you ever seen 'Three Identical Strangers'?" Olivia furrows her brows and shakes her head just as another notification pops on her phone.
"Well, it was just released last month and it's about triplets that were separated at birth and met in college. Apparently, those boys and other twins all over the world were being intentionally separated and placed for adoption in homes with different economic levels. Needless to say, that experiment was crazy but totally happened in real life." Rachel finishes and frowns when she sees Olivia staring back at her, "What?"
"Apparently, that's not the case here." Olivia says as she stares back down at her phone
"Why?
"Because she just told me that Santana had a tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back."
"What? Maybe they gave you both tattoos as babies?" Olivia narrows her eyes as soon as Rachel says it and Rachel's eyes widened at the sudden realization of how ridiculous her theory is, "Oh... Oh my god! Wow, okay. Um..." Rachel rubs her forehead for a few seconds before jolting in her seat and waving her hands frantically.
"Oh my god Liv!" Rachel nearly yells, startling Olivia and the driver. She clears her throat and asks Olivia in a hushed voice, "You don't think you have a split personality, do you?"
Olivia's eyes widen at this and shakes her head, "Seriously?! I think if I did, you and our dads would've known already" she props her elbow on the car window and rubs her temple "All I know is that I have a wife and a daughter that I didn't know about and I'm so fucking confused right now." She looks up at Rachel still with a frown on her face, "Let's just get this book tour over and done with. I'll deal with this shit later."
Olivia says with finality before going back to look at her phone. She clicks on Brittany's profile and scrolls down on the pictures to investigate. She scrolls down and finds photos of Brittany and Maddison. She can't help but smile at the little brunette girl with light skin tone and blue eyes. She does look like Santana but with Brittany's eyes. As Olivia scrolls further down, she starts to see photos of her with Brittany and Maddison as a baby. In the park; at the hospital when she was born; at home. All these photos include her but she can't remember anything and she doesn't even know how this could be because she knows she's Olivia Wright, always have been. Or so she thought. She was ready to dismiss it until Brittany mentioned her butterfly tattoo. Something is going on here and she needs answers.
