"Eww." Santana pushed lightly against Brittany's shoulders, "Get away, broccoli breath."
"But I haven't kissed you all day." Brittany whined, puckering her lips and pushing against strong hands.
"I missed you too." Santana soothed as she unlocked her arms. Brittany slowly stepped closer.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yeah," Santana conceded, plugging her nose in anticipation. Brittany let out a loud and carefree guffaw, and ran her hands up her wife's arms.
"Oh, baby. What if I kiss you here?" Brittany cooed , placing her lips in the crook of Santana's caramel neck. Brittany let out a slow moan as she tasted the beautifully warm, slightly moist, Santana scented skin.
"Yeah, that's nice," Santana mumbled through an exhale, her hands searching for whatever skin she could find. Santana let her head fall, resting on top of Brittany's. "I'm so happy your home." She said into smooth blond strands, placing her own kiss at the shell of Brittany's ear.
Brittany saw Spencer enter the kitchen and she placed a last lingering kiss at Santana's neck before smiling at her daughter.
"Hi, baby! How was your day?"
Spencer shrugged before asking, "What are you doing?"
"Kissing Mami."
"There?" `
Brittany nodded, wrapping her arms tightly around Santana, laying her head on a bony shoulder, as both women watched their daughter.
"Sometimes my neck wants kisses, too." Spencer nodded, as if she was reassuring her mothers that it was normal.
"Oh yeah," Santana pulled away from the blonde, squatting down to look pointedly at her daughter, "By who?"
Spencer thought for a minute. "You," she guessed.
"Good answer, Bee." Santana said with a peck to her forehead, "What do you say we go out for dinner?"
"Please." Spencer gasped, as if Santana had just offered her the whole world. Santana and Brittany laughed, nodding their heads, assuring Spencer they weren't playing a cruel trick on her.
"Dinner?" Sutton whispered as she wiped her eyes, walking into the kitchen after a quick nap.
"Out!" Spencer squeaked, taking her sister's hand to go get their shoes. Brittany turned around, leaning back into Santana.
"Sutton is still in that damn Spiderman costume." Santana grunted as she swayed gently, rocking the pair. "I can't get it off her."
"At least she is four. Remember when you wore that NYU sweatshirt for months."
"That's it." Santana joked as she untangled herself, gently swatting at Brittany. "You were on tour and I wanted to smell you."
"It might have smelled like me the first week, after that I don't know." Brittany waved her hand over her nose, widening her eyes as she teased Santana.
"Keep it up, shortcake." Santana said, gently tugging on Brittany's ponytail.
"Or what?"
"Oh, you'll see." Santana hinted, tickling the sides of Brittany's stomach, as she bent over in giggles.
"Stop it."
"Or what?" Santana playfully mocked.
"Are you excited for your first day, bugs?" Brittany asked as she watched them dig into their chicken nuggets and macaroni.
"Can I wear Spiderman?"
"If you let me wash it tonight." Brittany compromised. Sutton nodded as she shoveled in a spoonful. "Is there other girls there?"
"Of course." Santana reassured, "You will meet a lot of new people."
"Is there boys?" She whispered at the scandal. Brittany nodded, and smiled at her daughter. "I don't think I like boys. Cept Uncle Teddy." Sutton said, looking around for him.
"That's because you are your Mami's daughter."
"Oh, stop it." Santana scowled over at Brittany. "You are such a brat today. And you, will have a lot of fun with all the boys and girls, Sut."
Santana and Brittany answered all of the girls' questions, as they finished their dinner.
"What are you reading, my sexy lady?" Brittany asked as she eyed Santana on the bed.
Santana looked down at the journal, "Umm, Development and Validation of a Sensitive UPLC- MS/MS Method For the Analysis of Narcotic Analgesics in Whole Blood in Forensic Context."
"Oh, that one."
"Come over here, silly." Santana gestured goofily with her hands as she threw the magazine to the floor beside her. "I'm going to show you the development and validation of a sensitive French method for the analysis of kissing in the context of love."
"You dork," Brittany teased as she lowered her body flush against Santana's, "Show me."
Brittany nibbled playfully along Santana's bottom lip before, pulling it into her mouth playfully. Santana molded her lips around Brittany's, running her hands over the muscles flexing in her back as she arched. The two women playfully kissed until Brittany pulled away, looking into Santana's eyes.
"Are you nervous?"
"No. I've kissed you a million times."
"About school?" Brittany said, rolling her eyes. Santana was suddenly serious.
"A little. I'm nervous they are going to need us and we won't be there."
"Or, are you worried that they aren't going to need us?" Brittany nudged, knowing the real reason why Santana was upset. Brittany loved how sensitive Santana was. Sometimes she spent evenings consoling the trembling woman, sometimes she used the pads of her thumbs to wipe away tears and she hurt when Santana hurt. But, she reveled in the fact that Santana's heart was so big she cared about all the little things and that she loved her family so much. "I'm so lucky that I have your heart." Brittany gushed, looking into intense brown orbs.
"No one but you ever had a chance." Santana said pushing herself up with her elbows to kiss Brittany on the corner of the mouth.
"And," Brittany concluded, "They will always need us. Just like I will always need you." Brittany pressed her lips firmly to Santana's forehead. "They will be safe and happy. They will meet new friends and come home as excited as ever to see their two favorite moms."
Santana hummed in content, rolling over and pulling Brittany into the curve of her hips, using her tan arm to keep them close. Both women, let the sleep slowly come, relaxing into each other and the tender embrace.
When their alarm went off early that morning, their bodies still loosely together, Santana slapped at it, groaning into the back of Brittany's neck.
"Maybe they can just go tomorrow. You don't start doing weekday classes for a month."
"No, baby." Brittany chided throwing her legs over the side of the bed, as she stretched the sleep from her body. "I think this is really Santana's first day of preschool."
"Ha ha ha," Santana enunciated her fake laugh, "I'll go wake the girls and start breakfast." She stumbled out of bed and down the hall before pushing open the door into her daughters' room. She leaned against the doorway, watching for a little while, their rising stomachs as they took in breaths, Spencer's thumb tucked in between lips, Sutton's arm tightly squeezing the neck of her stuffed animal giraffe. Their floor was littered with toys, dolls and plastic animals, Legos and fake food, often offered to her and Brittany.
Every time she looked at her children, she felt immensely vulnerable. Was she good enough to raise them? Would she be able to keep them safe? Would they suffer the prejudices of having two mothers? Then she felt immense pride. They are the beautiful combination of Brittany and me. They are strong and wonderful, carefree and loving children. They are my clichéd pride and joy. She finally pulled herself away from the door, stepping over clear, plastic dress up shoes and tossed aside picture books.
"Wake up, sleepy girls." Santana said rolling up the pink shades in the smaller bedroom. "Let's board the preschool express," she cooed as she pushed back the blankets, gently shaking Spencer, then Sutton. Santana helped their tired children out of bed and into their clothes as they fought to open their eyes.
Brittany joined her three favorite girls in the kitchen moments later, her hair tied up loosely and dressed in her NYU sweatshirt.
"I get that next." Santana said with a wink, pointing at the sweatshirt before dumping pancakes onto plates, cutting them up for Spencer and Sutton. Brittany grabbed the syrup away from Spencer's small hands, pouring it herself.
"I saw that, sneaky."
"Okay, babies." Santana sniffled as she hugged her children for the tenth time. "We'll be back in four hours."
"Yes, Mami." Sutton mumbled, placing a kiss on her mother's nose, before heading off into the colorful classroom. Brittany snaked her arm around Santana's shoulder, pulling her out the door.
"Did you take the day off?" Brittany asked as they climbed into the car.
"Yeah. I need time to look through all their photo albums again."
"How about we pick up that cinnamon bread you like and we cuddle on the couch?" Brittany asked, running a hand up Santana's leg as she pulled away from the school.
"Can we watch Terms of Endearment?"
"Oh, no. No more crying. How about you get your creepy Jack Nicholson fix through The Shining?" Brittany laughed, squeezing Santana's thigh.
"Mami," Spencer jumped up and down when she saw her mother, "I painted with my fingers and met a friend. And I read books and I swang to the clouds."
"Oh, yeah. I want to hear all about it." She said grabbing Spencer's hand as she signed her name on the clipboard. "Where is your sister?"
"Playing with Superman."
"What?"
Spencer pointed to where Sutton sat, playing with a young boy in his Superman pajamas.
"Oh, no." Santana laughed, envisioning the two in a made up wedding at six years old, much as she had done with Brittany.