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The little toddler smiled and hugged her mommy tighter than she did before. "I missed you a lots mommy."
"I missed you a lot too, Becca," Brittany said kissing the top of her baby girl's head.
"You not go to work no more?" Becca mumbled into her mommy's neck.
"No, Honey. Mommy is going to stay. Mommy loves you so much. So much Becca."
"I love you so much too, Mommy. You and Mamí." She pulled away and kissed Brittany on her lips.
Santana didn't realize the tears that fell from her face. She closed the gap separating her from her two loves and kissed Becca's cheek before pecking Brittany on the lips. Brittany ended up going for seconds and they pulled away when their little girl giggled.
The trio turned their attention to a sniffle that was heard by the TV. Quinn was also crying.
"Don't mind me. You lovely ladies continue with your beautiful reunion. Me, I'm gonna die from a ruined heart. You guys are just too cute."
"Thanks, Q," Santana said.
"I'm glad you're here. Becca helped me pick out an outfit for my date with Puck tonight. How to do look?" She said before turning in a circle. "I want your honest opinion, lovely ladies."
"You look very pretty, Quinn" Brittany commented.
Santana tilts her head and looks at Brittany and Becca. "Now that I think of it, my little girl has her mommy's taste in fashion." She turns to face Quinn. "Puckerman will be drooling over you."
"Mommy likes fashion like me?" Becca asked Brittany in wonderment as she turned Brittany's head with her hands.
The blonde looked at her daughter with a smile. "Mommy likes fashion like you Becca," Brittany responded and then nuzzled her nose into Becca's cheek. The toddler giggled at the ticklish sensation.
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After Quinn left for her date with Puck, the remaining girls in the house decided to have a little date of their own. Santana was upstairs changing into something casual while Brittany and Rebecca sat on the couch watching cartoons cuddling.
"Mamí says you can make magic with numbers." The little girl said looking at up her mother.
"Your mamí is right, Baby. I can do a lot of cool stuff with numbers. I'll show you a trick later when we buy some ice cream. How's that sound?"
"Can I get any flavor I want?" She happily asked.
"You can get as many flavored as you want. We can even add rainbow sprinkles if you want."
"Rainbow sprinkles!" She squealed excitedly.
"That's right, Becca." She says with a smile.
"Don't go away, mommy." The toddler said quietly as she hugged Brittany tightly. "I misses you every day."
Brittany felt her heart tighten. She held onto her tightly promising that she wasn't going anywhere. The cartoon was forgotten for the remainder of the time as the two hugged waiting for Santana to come down. When she did, she came down wearing a mid-thigh blue skirt, a sleeveless top with thin horizontal white and black lines that had a gold zipper between her breast, and some black socks and loosely tied combat boots. Her hair was straighter and her make up was light.
"You look pwetty, Mamí. Muy Bonita."
"You look amazing as always."
Santana smiled and thanked her loves before telling them that they were ready to go. Santana moved Becca's car seat from her car to Brittany's. They had packed a whole extra bag of clothing for the four day weekend because Brittany didn't want to be too far away from her little girl and who was Santana to deny her the simple request.
After Brittany opened the door for Santana, Brittany buckled Becca in her seat and gave her, her stuffed yellow duck. She kissed her on the forehead and quickly jogged over to the driver's side and got in.
Her eyes caught sight of her daughter thought the rearview mirror and she smiled before kissing Santana sweetly on the lips. She powered the car on, intertwined her fingers with Santana, and the made her way to a Breadstix just outside of Lima. The blonde had heard through eavesdropping that it was the Latina's favorite.
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They asked for a booth and a high chair and ordered their meals. Santana asks for her usual order of chicken alfredo, Brittany ordered shrimp scampi, and Becca ordered spaghetti and meatballs. They were enjoying their meal with some small talk.
"...and Mamí and me looked like twins at the football game. We cheereded with Quinn and the Cheewios when Puck scored a toushdown."
"You and your Mamí were probably the prettiest cheerleaders." She voiced with enthusiasm.
The little girl giggled. "That's what Mamí said."
"Yes I did baby and what else didn't say that night?" She said with a pointed finger and a raised eyebrow and a smile upon her lips.
"To not tell Quinn caush she be sad." She said as before slurping a long spaghetti into her mouth.
"Tell your mommy about your friends in daycare, amorcito."
"How many friends do you have, Baby?" Brittany asked absorbing every bit of information her little angel shared.
"I have 5." She said showing four fingers. "There's Katy, Yessica, Maggie, Stephanie." She had counted on her fingers as she went giggling when she noticed she had shown the wrong amount. "I mess up, mommy. This is five." She said showing the correct amount on her hand. "and Lupita." She says counted the added finger.
"So many friends Becca. Any boys?"
Becca blushed and shook her head. "This boy named Josh. He follows me. Katy says boys are icky and have germs."
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The trio continued to talk about all things related to their daughter, Rebecca. Santana knew everything about her daughter but she knew Brittany was enjoying the talk. She'd dreamt of this moment many times before but even her best dreams could never beat reality. The mother of her child and their daughter clicked as easily as she and Brittany had.
Visions of her future flashed before her eyes and each one of them included the two people sitting at the table. She was smiling like an idiot and she didn't care that her cheeks were killing her. She couldn't and wouldn't get this grin off her face if her life depended on it.
When they were finished, they walked over to an ice cream shop across a park next to the restaurant of their choosing. Rebecca wanted to hold both of their hands as they walked so she stood in the middle.
This feeling was indescribable. The feel of Rebecca's small hand clutching onto her pale hand calmed her heart. This little being stole her heart in a matter of seconds just like her mother.
"I wanna see a magic trick, mommy." Said the little girl as she tucked in her jean jacket.
Brittany picked the girl up and settled her onto her hip. "Okay. So the magic trick is simple. I can predict how much money it'll cost me before that machine does and I'll do it all in my head." She said pointing to the cash register.
They picked out their ice cream. As promised, Rebecca got to choose her flavor and whatever toppings she wanted. Luckily, she only picked chocolate-flavored ice cream with pink sprinkles. She was worried she'd go all out and she didn't need Rebecca to be hyper before bedtime. Something Santana had told her she avoided by not giving her too many sugary foods.
"Okay Mommy, how much it cost?"
"It's going to cost exactly $12.53."
The cashier rang up all the items and sure enough, Brittany's mental math was correct. The total was exactly $12.53. Her little girl was amazed her mommy could do that.
"How you do that?"
"Your mommy is a mathematical genius, honey. She can do large calculations in her head and even bigger ones without a calculator." Santana answered as she held onto her daughter's hand.
"Mommy is a supo hewo." She whispered to herself before she licked her ice cream cone. The outside world would have to wait for her attention as she ate her ice cream cone.
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The little family made their way to the park and sat on a bench just in front of the ice cream parlor. Brittany and Santana exchanged soft pecks here and there enjoying each other's company. Neither said a word. It was comfortable. Perfect. There they say eating their ice cream with Becca sitting on Brittany's lap, Santana sitting next to her with her head in Brittany's shoulder, and Brittany's head resting on top of Santana's.
"I really like this." She said in a soft voice. She didn't want to wake up their now sleeping daughter. "I never pictured myself having kids because you know, but being here with you and her-" she kissed Becca's head before turning to kiss Santana passionately on the lips with all the love and happiness she was feeling. "I can't picture myself not having you two in my life.." Tears fell from her eyes. "I could never thank you enough for sacrificing so much, so young. For keeping her and raising her to be this amazing little person that she is. God, Santana, I-thank you so, so much. "
Santana's hand came up to her face and wiped her tears away as she kissed her softly. "We made her together baby. I have just as much to be thankful for as you."
They kissed for a few more moments before deciding to head her car since it was now close to 11 o'clock. Rebecca was cuddled into her mommy while Santana and Brittany held hands.
"...and then my dad kicked me out. I didn't know where else to go but Quinn talked to her mom and luckily I was told I was welcome to stay."
—
Santana cried as she sat in front of her mother. Her father wasn't home yet but she'd figured her mother would be a safer person to tell first.
" Mi amor, dime que sucede. ¿Fallaste un examen? ¿Te peleaste con Quinn? / My love, tell me what has happened. Did you fail a test? Did you fight with Quinn?" Her mother asked with a voice full of concern.
Santana wishes it where something as simple as the things her mother suggested. It wasn't. She was 15 and she was 3 months pregnant. She had hidden the pregnancy so far but she was now beginning to show and it was a lot harder to hide.
"No mamá! Es algo mas grande. / No mother. It's something much bigger than that." Santana said grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose.
"Pero dime ya Santana. Me estas asustando. / Just tell already Santana. You're scaring me."
" Fui irresponsable y cometí un error. / I was irresponsible and commited an error."
" Dime cual fue tu error. Ya veras que todos los errores tienen remedio. / Tell me what your error was. You'll see that all mistakes have remedies." She reached out and held her daughter's hand.
"No hay remedio para este error que ha cometido. Estoy embarazada. / There is no remedy for the error I have committed. I'm pregnant." Santana said crying harder and using her hands to cover her tear stricken face.
" Ay Santana. / Oh Santana." Her mother said as she hugged her daughter close.
"No puedo creer que tu, mi unica hija, ya esta embarazada a los quince años. Lo peor de todo es que no me quieres decir cual cobarde es el papá¡./ I can't believe that you, my only daughter, is already pregnant at 15 years old. What's worst is that you don't want to tell me what coward fathered the baby." Her mother said through tears.
"Lo siento. / I'm sorry." Santana muttered out.
"¿Pero como sucedió esto? Ya me veías dicho que eras lesbiana. ¿Cómo es que ahorra estas embarazada? ¿Hay algien que se provecho de ti? Santana dime si te violo un muchacho ahorita mismo. / How could this have happened? You have already told me you were a lesbian. Now you are pregnant? Did someone take advantage of you? You tell me right now if someone raped, Santana." Her mother was concerned. She was sick to her stomach thinking of what could have happened to her daughter.
Their private conversation was interrupted by a door slamming. Santana's father was home. By the looks of it, he had heard every word. He was furious, red from the anger he felt, and praying he had heard wrong.
" Dime que es mentira. Dime que no estas embarazada. ¡DIMELO SANTANA! / Tell me it's a lie. Tell me that you aren't pregnant. TELL ME SANTANA!" Her dad yelled as he smacked his hands on the island counter to where his wife and daughter say.
The loud sound of her father's hands smacking into the counter made Santana flinched. Her mom put her hand on her husband's shoulder.
"Marcos, por favor calmate. / Marcos please calm down."
"¿Como quieres que me calme, Maribel? Nuestra hija esta embarazada. / How can you ask me to calm down, Maribel? Our daughter is pregnant."
"Exacto. Nuestra hija necesita nuestro apoyo. / Exactly. Our daughter is pregnant and needs our support."
Santana knew her mother was disappointed in her but at least her mother was sticking up for her when she couldn't even speak.
"¿Donde esta ese cabron con el que te dormiste? Dime donde esta para romperle el hocico a ese puto de su chingada madre. / Where is the asshole who slept with you? Tell me where he is so I can break that little puto's (short for prostituto/male prostitute) son of a bitch's nose."
"No puedo y no lo hare. / I can't and I won't."
"¿Como chingados no? Me trais a ese bueno para nada. / what do you mean no? You're going to bring me that good for nothing boy."
"No. No lo hare. / No. I won't do it." She said shaking her head and wiping her nose.
"Pero Santana, nos tienes que decir quien es el padre. / But Santana, you have to tell us who the father is."
"No puedo. / I can't."
"San-" her mother was cut off by her father.
"Dejala. Si Santana no nos quiere decir entonces se tendra que ir de esta casa. / Leave her. If Santana doesn't want to tell us then she has to leave this house."
"¡Por el amor de Dios Marcos! Es nuestra hija y el bebe es nuestra familia. / For the love of god Marcos! She's our daughter and the baby is our family." Her mother pleaded to try to change her husband's mind.
Santana's stomach dropped. She was expecting her father to get mad but she never saw this coming. Where was she going to go? She was pregnant and as of a minute again homeless? She couldn't tell her parents that she slept with a girl who was intersexed, had gone to a club with a fake ID, had unprotected sex, and had sex with someone 6 years older than her. She couldn't.
"Si ella no quiere el apoyo de ese el padre entonces ella cree que puede hacerlo sola. Ella se va de esta casa inmediatamente. Puede regresar cuando para de comportarse como una niña y empieza a comportarse como la mujer que es ahora que esta esperando un hijo. / If she doesn't want the father to help support the baby then she must think that she can do it on her own. She leaves this house immediately. She can return whenever she's ready to stop being so childish and be the woman she is now that she is expecting a baby."
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Brittany had tears running down her eyes as Santana did. Hearing what Santana had to go through just to be able to keep her daughter. The struggle she went through. The alienation that she faced from her peers. They'd started a rumor about her being promiscuous and even getting a boob job. How she was forced off the Cheerios because of her pregnancy. How her popularity fell to the bottom but that being friend with Quinn was her saving grace. She'd also been able to focus on her studies.
The blonde was so proud of the Latina for having gone through all that just to be at her best Senior year. She was once again co-captain, she had a 4.0, and she was able to do all this while keeping a job.
They wiped their tears and kissed one more time before deciding to finally their way home.
Brittany made a mental note to get herself a car seat so she and Santana didn't have to share and keep moving it from Santana's cars to hers.
Brittany had tried to put it in her car but she had grown impatient while doing so. She watched as Santana effortlessly fastened the car seat without difficulty,
Brittany was a little jealous but understood that the Latina had years of practice.
—
Brittany and Santana were in Brittany's room with Becca resting on Brittany's bed. Brittany changed into her pajamas that consisted of light gray boxers and a white t-shirt. Santana had brought her pajamas but opted to wear a red pair of boxers and a blank tank top.
"Can I change Becca into her pajamas?" Brittany asked as she noticed Santana pulling out some cream-colored thermal pajama bottoms with a tribal pattern in pink, blue, and gray with a cream-colored a long thermal top.
"Sure baby," Santana said handing her Rebecca's pajamas and pecking her lips on her tippy toes now that she was barefoot. "I'm going to go brush my teeth. I love you."
"I love you too."
Brittany carefully took off her little girl's shoes off and then her skirt before slipping on the thermal bottoms. She then carefully sat her up and slipped her jean jacket off. Brittany felt her little girl move when she tried to take off her shirt.
"It's okay Becca. Just need to change your shirt."
Becca shook her head with her eyes closed. "No, mommy."
"Yes, Becca." She whispered with a smile. Her little girl was just so cute.
"Besito first." She said puckering her lips.
Brittany smiled and pecked her daughter's lips. Her daughter sat up allowing Brittany to change her top. She untied her hair. Just when she was about to lay her daughter down anew, but her daughter wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs soon followed. Brittany smiled and held her close as she made her way to the bathroom. Her daughter was fast asleep.
"She's such a cutie." She whispered to Santana who was drying of her face.
"She is, baby. The cutest. Want me to hold her while you wash up?"
"No, I got her." Brittany pecked Santana's lips. "I'll be there in a few."
—
Santana walked out of the master bathroom and Brittany grabbed a makeup removing towelette and wiped her face. She processed to brush her teeth and rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash before making her way back into the room. Santana was fixing the pillows in Brittany's bed. She had already pulled the sheets to the center of the bed. Having Santana in her home, with their daughter in her arms, and seeing Santana fixing up her bed felt so domestic to Brittany.
She watched her from the doorway with so much love. Santana felt her staring and smiled. "Enjoying the view?" She called out without turning to face her.
"Very much so. You're much more beautiful without makeup on and those sexy outfits." She comes walks into the room and turned Santana so that they were face to face. She bought her hand up to her face and caressed her face softly. "I love you whether you're all dolled up or just like this."
Santana can see the sincerity and love that Brittany has for her. She was about to say something when Brittany put her finger on her lips shushing her.
—
The blonde's hand moved so that thumb caressed Santana's tan cheek as she looked into her eyes.
"I know we're moving too fast." She says admittedly.
Brittany had realized this since the moment they had exchanged those three little words in the overflow of their reunion. They had seen each other for 3 months but hadn't spoken at all outside of their classes because of her guilt but she knew it in her heart that those words, the feelings she felt for the other girl were the real thing.
"We're moving too fast." She repeats. Thinking of the right words to say. "We're doing everything so out of order. We had sex, have a baby, and we just had our first date tonight."
She kisses her lips needing to feel them on hers once more.
" I don't want to scare you, but I need to be honest with you"
She notices Santana take a hard swallow and take a deep breath. She can tell she's nervous.
Santana nods after releasing the deep breath she took.
"I'm going to marry you. Not today, or tomorrow, or this year, but I am. I'm not asking you now because you're still in high school and not anytime soon because I want you to focus on college. I plan to marry you and I hope you know that. This isn't a proposal. I plan to go all out for that when you least expect it but I do plan on marrying you. Are you okay with that?"
—
Unable to say words, Santana could only nod. "I would love to marry you someday." She kisses Brittany passionately. "I didn't know it that night but you're my soulmate."
"You too." She said kissing Santana again.
Becca moves her head so that her right cheek now rested against Brittany's shoulder.
"I want her to sleep with us," Brittany whispers out shyly.
"Whatever you want, Baby. Let's get into bed."
They fell asleep cuddled together. Becca wouldn't let Brittany put her down on the bed so she slept on top of her mommy and Santana cuddled close to Brittany with her leg over intertwined with Brittany's free arm around her waist pulling her closer. Santana's arm wrapped around Brittany and Becca. They slept soundly through the night. In the crack of dawn, Becca had made her way off of Brittany. Brittany woke up when this happened and smiled as her daughter rolled into her side and Santana cuddled into her other side. She reached for her phone and snapped a picture of the three of them.
Santana woke up catching the love of her life smiling at the picture she had taken and snuggled closer to let her blonde lover know she was awake placing a kiss into her neck.
"We're perfect," Santana said speaking Brittany's thoughts.
Brittany smiled. "We are. I'm so in love with you and her, with our family." Each one of her arms was wrapped around her love.
Santana moved her head and gave Brittany a loving kiss. "I'm in love with you and Becca..." She pauses and looks at her mini-me turning smiling in her sleep. "She's in love with her Mommy being home."
"Which reminds me, I don't want you staying at Quinn's. Yesterday was so amazing. I really liked going out as a family and having you here is just all sorts of amazing. I know we have to be careful but I want you here. I want you and Becca here with me."
Santana smiled and pecked Brittany's lips. "Sleep on it. I'm not saying no or yes. I want us to sleep on the idea. It's nearly 5 in the morning and the idea sounds perfect but I want us to sit down and have a serious talk about this okay? There are many things to consider. Your job is the number one thing."
—
The blonde had been on cloud 9 that she totally forgot about her job and secrecy being their main priority aside from Becca. Brittany smiled and pecked Santana's lips. "Okay. Sounds fair."
"Good. Is that all?" She asked sleepily.
"There's one more thing. I want you to quit your job at the diner. You're not alone in this anymore I want to support you and have you focus on school."
Santana tiredly mumbles, "I'll tell my boss. Now," She kisses Brittany one last time. "go to sleep, Babe. Love you."
"Goodnight, I love you," Brittany said as Santana's eyes closed. She knows Santana's fast asleep when she heats light little snores that come out of Santana's cute nose. "You broke my heart years ago. It took me years to fully recover. That's why I was able to finally come back here. I knew I wasn't over you the moment I saw you again." She chuckled softly. "Little did I know that you would be the one to fix it."
She finished her private conversation and ever so lightly kissed Santana's nose before she succumbed to sleep.