Someone Special (Anna of the North)
It takes me exactly ten days to come to my senses.
And it happens just as randomly as it started.
Lucas has a fever and is screaming at me about it while Mari, already over her brother sleeps through his cries.
"Shhh Shhh mi'jo, I'm here. The mean doctor says the medicine will kick in and make it better. I know it's not working, I'm waiting for Mama to come up here and help me."
Lucas quiets finally and just looks at me with watery eyes.
I begin singing to him and his little face lights up, he's still got that shudder going from when he was yelling at me but he's still transfixed.
And then I hear it.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" It's my wife...in ecstasy breaking a rule that I had put in place from the beginning. They could not fuck without me there.
Lucas closed his eyes and I tucked him against my bare chest, using the sling to hold him against me. He was less hot as he began to drool against me.
I took one last glance at Mari before quietly storming towards the sound of Quinn moaning.
They are in the dining room, my wife spread out on the table and Britt between her legs, eating her like a fucking Happy Meal.
My voice is low as I try to not wake the baby. "Brittany Susan." She goes still and then drops Quinn's legs. My wife for her part looks bashful as she sits up but I raise my eyebrow. "Don't you move." I say to her and she lays back, looking scared.
Good.
"Hey...I um...know you told me not to do anything unless you were there...she just...that bikini...I...I'm sorry, Tana."
"Stop calling me that. Go wash your face and hands. AHORA MISMO." I growl at her like the fucking child she is, knowing that she knows Spanish just as well, if not better than I do.
And she moves faster than I'd ever seen her.
"Santana, baby...please don't be mad."
"I'll do what I want."
Britt comes back at warp speed, drying her hands on her shirt, with her face red from tears.
"She's mine, B. I am hers. You are neither, so I'm going to need you to pack your shit and get the fuck out."
"Wait...what?"
"Did I stutter?"
"No."
"Dale!" I snap at her and she leaves the room.
I move over to my wife, who is laying there with just her bikini top on.
She's beautiful and she's mine, damnit.
"San-"
"Finish yourself...nice and slow." I say to her.
"Now?"
"Now...and be quiet, if you wake him...let's just say, you'll sorely regret it."
She pales but then puts those magic fingers to work.
When her eyes close, I pinch her nipple hard.
"Shit." She hisses.
"Eyes open...looking at me. I need you to remember who those orgasms belong to, til death do you part."
Britt leaves without argument, she doesn't text or call me either...because she knows better.
Once the kids are up for their lunch, Quinn is actually helping me...dealing with a constipated, whiny Lucas while I happily rock Mari while I nurse her.
"Why do you get the good one?"
"First off, they are both good. Second, Junior is feeling crappy and needs you to make it better."
"Junior?"
"Lucy Quinn...Lucas Quinn...he's your Junior, how are you just getting that?"
"Wait...you didn't tell me you put that as his middle name."
"I didn't?"
"No."
"Well, surprise, Mama bear...now take care of the kid. You owe me."
She was kissing Lucas extra now as she danced around the room with him. Reminding her that he was hers, had fixed her attitude but she was still glaring at me.
"I'm still the top in this relationship, Santana."
"Not with the way that Brittany was topping you...I've seen a whole new side of you, Lucy. Now, are you telling me that only my ex-wife gets to have you that way?"
"Well no...I'm yours."
"Good, it would do you well to remember that. It was a nice idea and sure, it would have been fun here and there but today crossed a line, I know you heard him screaming."
"I'm sorry."
"Not yet, you're not."
"What's that mean?"
"It means that you owe me a favor."
"I'm going to get fucked in the ass aren't I?"
"Language." I scolded, with a smirk as I switched the baby to my other boob.
"Baby, I'm not built for that."
"How do you know?"
"I just...I can't."
"I thought you were mine?"
"I am."
"Then, at a time that I see fit, you'll prove it. In the meantime, no more getting off without me. I can't have sex, neither can you...not even with yourself."
"Oh, come on!" She said too loudly, Mari flinched and gummed down on my nipple. I groaned and looked down to see that flicker of mischief in her eyes.
Mami's wish had definitely come true.
Hello, mini-me.
Despite being exhausted new parents, Quinn and I manage to keep the babies alive for two whole months.
Their first shots happen with Quinn curled against my shoulder crying when they cry.
I feel a little weepy myself and know that the twin terrors, have us both wrapped securely around their fingers.
We arrive home to Papi and Felo sitting in the kitchen chatting.
It's the first time that Felo will be seeing the little lives that he helped create.
He is all smiles and gentle touches with them, then he looks us over and insists on taking them up to the big house with Papi so that we can rest.
I do not argue.
Neither does Q.
Instead, we pack up their shit and I spend 30 minutes pumping for them...then I look Felo in the eyes.
"I plan to fuck my wife. I plan to sleep. If you can keep them long enough to let me do both of those things, I will fly to New York and assist you on whatever surgery you need."
"I do have a tricky one coming up."
"Is that a deal?" I mutter to him as we hang back out of ear shot of Papi and Q.
"Deal."
"Good man." I slap him on the back like we are old pals and he pinches my cheek like the jerkwad he is.
When he asks for the stroller, I am even more in love with him coming and being the knight in shining armor. Yes...take the terrors!
I call them that but they are my heart beats outside of my chest and I spend at least twenty minutes fussing over them before they leave.
Quinn strips down to nothing almost immediately, knowing what I want just like she always does.
"Who said I was ready?" I say to her, my hand still on the door knob.
"Aren't you?"
"You can't top from the bottom, Q. I'm not ready yet." She went to pick up her clothes but I held up a hand. "Stay as you are, I like to appreciate a masterpiece when I see one."
"Okay."
She goes to move and I move in front of her, running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. "No. I want you to stand right in this spot without moving until I'm ready for you. You have been going off script way too much, you've forgotten yourself. This partnership, this marriage is one where we both bring 100% of ourselves. Not 50 or 25...100%. Letting me handle a screaming baby while you get your rocks off...not cool...saying stupid shit to me right after we got married...not cool. Thinking that I bend to your will but you don't bend to mine, well that's just plain crazy."
"I'm sorry."
"I know, baby...I love you. I love us and our life together. You held me together when I was threadbare and near death myself. It was you who broke down my walls and owned every piece of me...because I let you. Now, it's time for me to do the same."
"What?"
"I see you, Q. You don't think I know what watching me give birth...and then bring home babies has done to you?"
"I love them."
"I don't doubt it." I tweaked her nipples, then went back to running my hands over her arms. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "I'm simply letting you know that I see the spark of jealousy...and want. You miss her. Have you tried reaching out?"
"Not since..." She looked away, but I gripped her chin and turned her face back to me. Her eyes met mine, she was bare...open and crying. Good.
This needed to happen.
She needed to share this part of herself with me.
It was past time.
"Since you tried to take her?"
"Yes."
"It's been a long time since then...what...ten years?"
"Yes."
"It's time for you reach out, send a birthday card or a letter. You need to heal that relationship, baby. I'm here to help you, however I can."
"Really?"
"Yes, I'm your wife, which makes her my step-daughter. I loved her when she was inside of you, even if I thought she'd be a lizard baby."
Q rolled her eyes and finally I leaned in, kissing her soundly. Wanting her to feel me completely. Her hands were on my hips and I let them stay there but when she moved to my ass, gripping it, I slapped them away.
"Baby, please?"
"I like it when you beg even if it doesn't change a single thing. I'm going to clean up around here...you will stay put, got it?"
"Yes."
"Good."
I want to say that my sex drive came back like a raging storm after giving birth but the truth was, that I just wasn't feeling it like I wanted to be and I was married to someone who got it.
So when I left her standing there for too long and she called for me, I didn't answer.
Because I couldn't.
I had taken one look at the bed and passed out.
When I woke up, she was moving about the house, cleaning and singing to herself...completely naked.
I laid there watching her come into the room with folded laundry and a smile, it made my heart race when she grinned at me.
"Hey there, baby. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, what time is it?"
"Just past noon, you slept for about four hours."
"I'm sorry."
"No. You needed it and I needed that time. I know you told me to stay put but, I couldn't do that. You gave birth to our amazing babies, you have been a superhero and I needed to show you how much I appreciate you. So I cleaned and I cooked...I also called Shelby."
"You did?"
She looked anxious but then she smiled.
"I did. She told me that she'd been recording the soap and Beth has been watching me." She teared up. "She knows who I am, baby."
I felt my own tears coming. Q dropped down on the edge of the bed and opened her arms. "Yeah?"
"Please?" I pulled her against me and held her tight. "Shelby told me she's proud and she congratulated us on our wedding and the babies."
"That's amazing."
"And...they live...only an hour away."
"Oh yeah?"
"Shelby is teaching still and she said that, she would love it if we could all get together, have a cookout."
"No shit...how do you feel?"
"Relieved. Grateful. I love you so fucking much, Santana and I never want to stop."
I kissed her then, my body climbing over hers...she looked up at me with so much joy and happiness...and I felt for probably the first time, the love she had for her little girl in a different way.
Through the eyes of a mother.
She'd given up so much, she'd submitted to everyone's whims...always. Never taking...not really. No matter how selfish people thought Quinn was, it was never true. I was the selfish one, always taking.
My revenge plot failed then, because our relationship wasn't built on spite.
She was special and made me feel equally so.
"I love you and I don't want you to owe me...I just want you to love me and only me."
She caressed my cheeks.
"I will never let another person, woman or man touch me the way that you do without your permission. I swear."
"Thank you."
"Does this mean you don't want to top me?"
"It's too much work...I much prefer not being in charge. I do too much of that outside the bedroom...in here...I just want to be yours."
"How do you want me?" She purred.
"Slow and hard."
"Say less, baby...why don't you warm yourself up while I put this laundry away and I promise I won't fall asleep."
She winked at me and then slapped my ass.
I groaned as I rolled away from her.
"Ay, ay, captain."