SO! This is the last snippet of this story you will get. Apart from the one shot I've got coming up called Forever, B set when Brittana are teenagers. I really hope I finished this story the way you would have liked and that I did the topic justice. You've all been amazing readers! Special thanks to Anjy for always leaving a review and passing this story on. I know this is incredibly early but on Christmas Eve and obviously Christmas Day, I am busy and from then on I am busy for AGES. So I'm not sure when the one-shot will be published by keep your eyes peeled. Enjoy!

Dear Brittany,

I can feel it, B.

This Christmas is going to be the best one yet.

Right now, you are curled up in those pearly white sheets, on our new four poster bed, in the bedroom we chose for ourselves in the house we found when driving through these perfect streets.

And you look gorgeous.

I know, because I can see you.

Because, this year, I'm here. With you. And with my family.

Like I have been the past four years.

But this year is different. Because we're no longer in New York. We're here, in New Jersey, with a dog and a cat and Ellie's fish on the side counter. We're here, living down Oakwood Avenue, in a house neither of us ever pictured owning, on Christmas Day with the people who are most important to us sleeping sounder than they've ever slept.

There's Ellie, probably rocking back and forth on her pink princess bed, teddy in hand, waiting for the signal that she can come downstairs and see if her Mommies have brought her that make-up she's been so desperately wishing for. There's Will, most likely out of it in one of those awkward guy positions, in his childhood bed that he never sleeps on because he lives in the city. There's my gorgeous baby girl, Tee, lying like an angel in her all white room, wrapped inside Kelly's arms, both home from college for the holidays.

And then there's Quinn and Rachel down from New York. Or should we say the Newlyweds? They're asleep in our guest room downstairs, probably nuzzling each other's necks and whispering to the other that they're 'so hot' and 'so sexy'. Will they ever get over themselves? And isn't it crazy to think that the cot next to their bed holds the most precious thing love can ever be given? Life. Baby Elvis is just the coolest kid I think I've ever seen.

Its cold downstairs, but I've put the fire on and Ellie and Elvis's stockings are hung neatly above it, bulging with everything Santa has brought them this year. The other presents are under the tree and I promise I haven't had a sneaky feel at mine!

Next week, we go up to the city to watch Berry in her latest musical. Quinn will be with us, baby Elvis (or nearly toddler Elvis) strapped around her body safely, Ellie curled into Will's side, Tee and Kelly sat beside one another, pinkies linked much like you and I. We will clap and cheer louder than everyone else even though we know Berry will be brilliant. Because she deserves this. She deserves the applaud she gets just as much as Quinn deserves the smile from Kelly when she tells her she's proud of her.

And more than anything, it is you who deserves the most. You deserve all the success you've had with your choreography. You deserve the movies you've been given to work on. You deserve the money you earn every time you crack a new routine. You deserve everything, Brittany.

Because, remember what I told you nearly twenty-eight years ago?

You are the Unicorn, Brittany. And you always have been.

I am so proud of our family, B. And I'm so proud of You. Everything you have done and everything you have become. You're stunning, Britt. You're so stunning, that even as I sit here, with my steaming mug of coffee and watching the flames flicker from the crackling fire I just lit, I can still feel you. I can feel you all over me and I always have been able to and that's because I love you, B. That's because, just like Coach Sylvester wrote about her sister, you and I are attached by an invisible thread and I could go anywhere in this universe - anywhere at all - but I know that I will always come home to you because there is nowhere else I'd rather be. There is nowhere else I could be.

Tonight, Quinn, Rachel, Kelly and Elvis return to the city so Berry can continue her flawless career. We'll miss them, you especially, but it means that I can be greedy and selfish and indulge in something I haven't been able to indulge in properly for over twelve years.

Tonight, I get to curl up in our bed with you, our children, our dog and our cat and lie there knowing, This Is It.

I've done it.

I've made my family proud and I've made my family happy.

Lolly has just moved to my lap and nearly made me spill my coffee so I am sorry for the stain marks. You will wake up to this beside your pillow and hopefully you will be filled with the kind of happiness that makes rainbows fly and unicorns dance.

I didn't tell you, B, but my Photography Qualification came through in the post yesterday. Looks like I'm all set! Tee will be so proud when I tell her.

Follow me downstairs when you're up, B. I miss you and I want to hug you by the fire and watch your eyes as you look out of the living room window and see the blanket of white settled on our drive and everyone else's.

This is what Christmas should feel like and this is what it does feel like.

I can't wait to start Forever with you properly now.

No more missing Christmases, Birthdays, Thanksgivings, Anniversaries – anything.

Just You.

And Me.

And our beautiful three children.

I love you. I always have and I always will.

Forever, B.

Santana

P.S. Merry Christmas

The end. Many thanks for everything. All of you keep reading and writing and link your stories to me! My twitter is PoppieNayaJoy and my Tumblr is littlemisslebanese. Review! And I hope you have a very Merry Christmas. Poppy x