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"Did you make their lunches, beautiful?" Santana asked Brittany from the couch, where she pulled Sutton's hair up, attempting to make a semi-decent pony tail. Suttons small hands rested on her mother's exposed knees, tightening her grip every time a sensitive hair was pulled back. Santana brought her head down to kiss the round cheek, apologizing with sincerity.
"Mami!" Sutton pulled away in anger. "It's wrong. I want mommy to do it."
Santana sighed, annoyed.
"You look perfect, Mi'ja. And mommy is packing lunches." Santana chided, reaching her arms out to grab the small girl pulling her in with slight tickles to her stomach .
"You are stuck with me, drama." Santana added with one last tickle, sloppily pulling fine strands into a small spout at the top of the girl's head, before patting her bottom with instructions to go find shoes.
"Next in line," Santana called through the house, not bothering to move from the couch. She heard Spencer as made her way through the house, running into her arms.
"Hey, baby girl. Are you excited?" She ran the brush gently through Spencer's hair, turning the girl around to face her, sliding a clip into the hair at her temple. Santana pulled her daughter onto her lap, bouncing her legs before widening them, grabbing Spencer's wrists before she tumbled to the ground. Spencer laughed loudly, part adrenaline and part happiness. Santana pulled her back up to her legs, adding a kiss. She felt as if she could never kiss them enough, one day soon they would trade the soothing kisses from Mom for their girlfriend's. Or their boyfriend's.
Santana shifted the girl off her legs and onto the couch, putting the small, pink, sneakers in front of the right feet before silently gliding into the kitchen. She leaned her back against the counter, as close to Brittany as she could get. She watched as Brittany placed sandwiches in the cooler, attempting to sort her thoughts out, line them up like models at the runway. You're up thought 3.
Brittany brought her hand to Santana's stomach, stroking quickly before moving on to the next task.
"Ready?" She inquired adding a bag of chips and several water bottles, closing the teeth of the zipper.
"What if they date boys?"
"We'll try an' accept 'em. But lets face it, it is so not natural." Brittany scoffed, smile wide across the bottom of her face.
"No, really." Santana blurted with no explanation. Where are those thoughts? Thought 2, you are on.
"What is on your mind?" Brittany stepped closer, sliding her hands onto the back of Santana's thighs, lifting her to sit on granite corner. Santana wrapped her legs around Brittany, holding her in place.
"One day, they are going to bring someone home."
"I thought we decided that they don't date until they are married."
Santana smiled, appreciative of Brittany's comedic relief. "But I can't talk to them if it's a boy. We're girls. What if they have questions?"
"Baby, remember?"
"What?" Santana asked, confused.
"We've both been with boys." She added, scrunching her nose, to admit it was a mistake.
"But what about love? I've never loved a boy." Santana exhaled, frustrated at her inadequacy, her biggest fear of motherhood.
Brittany moved forward, her head resting just under Santana's strong jaw. She placed a lasting kiss under Santana's ear. It wasn't frantic, hurried, or lustful. A simple kiss, unwavering, lips closed, puckered against tan skin. But. Santana felt it, she felt it in her fingers, her nose, her veins. Brittany stayed there for seconds longer than she needed to, lips frozen still, unable to pull themselves away.
She placed quicker kisses down Santana's jaw.
"Love." Kiss.
"Is Love." Brittany moved her head farther down, placing lips on the new skin.
"We know love." Kiss.
"And the girls will come to us. Boy or girl." Kiss. Brittany nuzzled her nose against Santana's neck. It moved slightly as Santana drew in breaths.
"And we will talk to them about love."
"Mommy. Mommy. Is this?"
"Its an angel fish." Brittany added trying to divide her time between the swimming creature behind the glass and watching her child squirming in unfiltered excitement.
"Where's his wings?" Sutton pondered, her body leaning against the glass so that the heels of her sneakers were showing. She put her small hand to the glass, pulling it away quickly as a new fish swam her way. Sutton pulled away, turning into her mother's legs. She turned her body, leaning backwards against long, lean legs, a safe distance to watch. Brittany stretched her arms down, running them over Sutton's stomach. Brittany's hands were pushed away as she inched closer and closer, small steps even shorter. She reached the window again and Brittany smiled at the bravery. Wide, blue eyes stared at the even bluer waters, mesmerized by bright and new creatures, shapes and colors she has yet to see.
A shark dived quickly in front of the tilted glass, frightening Sutton. She walked backwards quickly, eyes on the shark.
"Iwanttoholdyou?" She pleaded quickly in one breath, eyeing the shark, willing it to stay where it was. Brittany lifted Sutton to a hip, rocking her gently.
"You're safe, baby." Brittany soothed. Sutton watched the tank, her head nestled under her mother's chin. She clutched onto Brittany's shirt, legs hanging loosely around her mother. She moved small, clumsy hands, wrapping them around Brittany's neck.
"Closer, please." Sutton directed and Brittany moved closer, step by step. As the two were safely looking into the aquarium, Santana approached with Spencer. She stepped next to her wife, stretching her head behind her to place a kiss on Sutton's arm, then Brittany's shoulder.
"Line took forever." She added and Spencer turned in front of her giving a pointed look and nodding her head in disgruntled agreement.
Santana and Brittany each lifted a sleeping child from their car seats, when they finally reached home.
"Tuckered them out, huh?" Santana chuckled quietly attempting to unlock the front door with a drooping child in her arms. They headed straight to the stairs hopeful that neither of the sleeping babies would wake up.
"Oh," Brittany whispered excitedly, "Maybe we could get a round of sexy nurse in." Brittany looked at Santana, eyes wide in hope.
"Guess what I have on, baby?" Santana teased as she pulled back a powder blue comforter laying Spencer down on the bed. She removed one shoe, then the next, looking at Brittany with a smirk.
"What?" Brittany giggled, to anxious to try guessing.
They placed a kiss on each girls' forehead, pulling blankets taut against their chests. Santana exited the room, a purposeful sway to her hips as she batted at the light switch, sending the room into darkness.
"What?" Brittany repeated, as they entered the hallway between the rooms.
Santana lifted the bottom of her dress quickly, letting it fall back down against her legs. It was enough time, though. Enough time to send a visible shiver through Brittany's body.
"Ohhh," She breathed chasing after Santana into their room, pushing her to the bed. "The white. I love the white. You are so sexy." All the words came tumbling out of her, unable to contain the waterfall. She pushed hands slowly up tan thighs. bringing the sundress with them. She pushed slowly, scared that if she went to fast it wouldn't be the same sight. When she saw the white lace tight against tan hips, inner thighs, throbbing core, her body folded in on herself before straightening out again, wth a grunt.
"Nurse, there seems to be something wrong with me." Brittany pleaded and Santana rolled them over.
"Let's take a look."