Quinn's POV

You do precisely what you set out to do. You went back to your date who was surprisingly forgiving about the whole thing. It went pretty well nothing major yet but

you're looking forward to what will happen next with it. The last week since that fateful night had been infused with meeting deadlines and immeasurable piles of

paperwork. But, today was Friday and that meant you got to spend the weekend with the foremost part of your life...your daughters. You cannot believe how much you

miss them, it's just not the same tucking them in every night before bed over the phone. As much as you wanted to be the one to pick the girls up, that meant a rather

uncomfortable meeting with Santana you just didn't think that would help matters. So, you opt to have your friend Bette pick them up. Bette has been one of your best

friends since moving to New York after graduating from Yale to be closer to Santana. You met at work over the water cooler typical enough.

Santana's POV

You take a deep breath. It's that same time, every week 5:15 every Friday. You place your head in your lap and try to figure out how you got here in the first place. You

fix your messy bun in the mirror because you look like shit to be frank. As the doorbell rings, you put on your poker face on like always and build yours walls back up.

You take one final moment to collect yourself before opening the door it's not what you expect, to be clearer it's not who you expect. Its a woman not just a women but

a dazzling ,mature, refined ,woman. She's dressed in designer clothes from Prada to Chanel from head to toes. You cannot help but compare yourself to her in your

stained Cheerio sweatpants you've had for years. "Quinn, sent me to pick up the girls, She's working late tonight." She informs you. You look her up and down again

before giving her an almost inaudible "Okay." You pick up Emily your youngest the name a reference to the name Emily Stark from Quinn's fake idea the night your

world was turn upside down. She two now, and looks like a tiny version of you, but with piercing hazel eyes. You sling their bags over your shoulder. You help the

woman set up the car seat in her Mercedes "Of course" you think to yourself. Emily clings to your shirt, not wanting to let you go, knowing what coming next is forty

eight hours free of you. You simply pull away kissing her tiny hands as you do so. Tears threatens in her eyes but you whip them away with your thumbs. You kiss her

forehead and whisper and I love in her ears before shutting the door. Your oldest girl comes out carrying almost her entire bedroom. Sophie is six and is basically a

Rachel Berry in the making. She's like you removed to feelings, she won't tell you but you know this is incredible hard for her. She put her stuff in the trunk before

running over to the classy lady "Bette!" She rushed the woman before straddling her arms around the woman waist. "Hey pretty girl. I've missed you. "Bette informs

your daughter. You think to yourself that she must be apart of their lives, and Quinn's life. And, by the looks of it a pretty sizable part. Sophie doesn't bother to hug you

or even get a goodbye. You don't blame her you know she blames you for all this and rightfully so. You don't bother to make eye contact with the woman before saying

"Sophie has a basketball game at 10, her inhaler is in the front pocket of her backpack if she needs it. Oh, and if you can remind Quinn not to give Em her Pacifier I'm

trying to wean her off." She nods to you and gets in her luxury car before driving off with your whole world in suit. Nothing was the same anymore, You fucked up

everything for them and I wish I could just go back. Emily's bedtime isn't the same she misses Quinn dancing around the room every night singing silly songs to

her. Sophie misses you playing Mario kart with her, and the cursing you do when you hit a banana peel. As much as I try I don't sing the right songs, and I'm appalling

at Mario kart. It's the little things they miss. And I do too. So now we do this every weekend.

Quinn's POV

Then you get home you're ambushed with hugs and kisses and I missed you mommy."Okay guys I thought Pizza and….ICE CREAM for dinner what do you think?" In

unison they yell happily "YESS!" You giggle at them; its irrational how much you can missed someone. You get movies so you can enjoy a movie night together. You,

guys watch a movie together mom normally won't let them watch but you cannot say no. The girls slobber down the pizza and pints of ice cream, gelato for You because

of your lactose and tolerant. You and Sophie kick your ass in Mario kart for the next hour till you can barely keep your eyes open. You tuck Sophie in and kiss her cheek,

You spend the next hour fighting with Emmy to sleep minus the pacifier but she keeps lecturing "I wants my Pacie, and I wants on it now." I give in before she goes all

Lima heights like she threatens too. For a two year old she's a spitting image of Santana and you feel uneasy about that. You let her sleep in bed with you because she

misses you and you fall asleep with her clinging to waist, pacifier in tow. You hear the door creak open its Sophie, she just gives this look and you gesture for her to join

you. She forms into your side, you play with her raven colored hair that murmurs her mothers. You whip the tear from her cheeks she must have been crying, You kiss

her head and fall back asleep. In the morning you rushed to get ready and get them breakfast. The day was filled going place to place from Sophie's basketball game,

and Emmy's mommy and me class, which was a disaster, now you have to tell Santana you aren't welcomed back their for your "outburst", what does the bitch expects

when she talks about how it's "Mommy and me" not "mommy Miami and me. The girls were exhausted so you decided we all would just go home and relax for the rest

of the night. "I'm making grilled cheese is that cool with you guys?" they nod in accordance. In the kitchen you hear their giggles at the television as SpongeBob plays.

"Okay guys dinner's served." They take their plates into the living room so they can watch TV, normally Santana wanted you to eat all together as a family at the dining

room table, but you feel like it wouldn't hurt. "What are we watching?" Emmy chimes in "SpongeBob mami. He's so silly." "Ha-ha I'm sure he is baby." you tell her .You

notice Sophie isn't eating her dinner and she just pushes the plate away." Sweetie eat your dinner please." She tells you "No." "What do you mean no?" you asked now

getting more irritated. "It's all wrong. You cut the crust off the sides, that's not how mami makes it. That is the only way I like it. Is mami's way." She tells you again.

"Well I'm sorry it's not the way you are used to, but you need to eat it anyway, I promise next time I'll make it right." you try to negotiate. "No, I don't want it. Make

me something else." She insists. "I don't think so, you either eat what I make or you go to bed now minus any at all." You offer her. "Fine!" she says before she leaves

and slams the door behind her. "Wow, moody." Emmy states as she giggles at you. "You're telling me." Is all you respond finish dinner and bathe time and

Sophie remains in her room. You put a movie in and decide to go check on her. She's lying on her bed with her head facing the wall playing with the tassels on his

pillow. "Hey girly." you say to her. "Hi" is all she manages and turns away from you. "This isn't about the sandwich is it?" you try to get at. "No, not really I guess." She

states. You play with her long locks as she speaks. "Okay so what is this all about then?" you ask her. "I don't want things to change; I like things the way they were.

Everything is different and I don't like it. It's like we aren't even a family anymore." She tells you between cries. "Sweetie, I know things are different now, but different

doesn't always have to be bad sometimes change is good. And, we will never stop being a family. Your mami and I are still love you and your sister very much." you try

to inform her. "Can I ask you a question Mommy?" She asks you. You tell her "Sure baby girl." "Do still love mami?" She asks you. "It's confounded , but yes I do still

love your mami, very much so." You had to genuine with her. "So why do you live here and she lives at home now, did she stop loving you, is that why this is

happening?" she asks you with tear threaten in her eyes now. "I can't answer to your mami on that, but all you need to know is that no matter what happens we are still

a family. Okay?" you say. "Okay" she says sadly." Okay?" You say as you tickle her, she begins to perk up and says "Okay. okay." "There's that twinkle I've been

missing." you say and kiss her head "I love you Sophie." "Love you too Mommy." Soon the girls were off to bed and tomorrow morning would be the last time you see

them for the next week. You close my eyes and seize your daughter closer to your side. You wake up to the sight of two hazel eyes staring into yours, you cannot help

think this is the last time you will see these for the next two weeks. you kiss her cheek. And pack up all their toys and backpacks, and eat you breakfast in the same

bittersweet way we have for the past six months. I pack them in the car, The girls bicker over how to spend the rest of their Sunday. I cannot help think about what she

did to wreck this family. Because, of her we do this every weekend.