One more chapter to go after this.
Their moms left shortly after Santana was cleared. Now three months later, Santana's album is being released just in time for Grammy Nominations.
"I think this is your best album yet." Brittany says carrying the twins.
"You always say that." Santana says shaking her head.
"It's always true." Brittany counters.
"You're such a sweet talker." Santana says laughing.
"I think you'll get a lot of nominations for this album." Brittany says.
"I hope so," Santana says.
Brittany leans to kiss her wife, but they are interrupted by crying.
"One of the twins are hungry." Brittany says heading to the nursery.
"Stop," Stella says waddling to Santana.
"I'm sorry baby girl, your siblings like to cry." Santana says lifting her up.
"Much," Stella says.
She's started saying a lot more words now, but hasn't figured out how to string them into a sentence. Instead, she just says single words.
"They do cry too much." Santana agrees.
Brittany comes out a few minutes later with the twins in her arms.
"Someone has a messy diaper." Brittany says lifting Oliver up a little more. "Which meant I also had to change Juliette's diaper since he cries for both of them."
Santana giggles at this which causes Stella to giggle too.
"Who would have thought two years ago that we'd have three kids under three." Brittany says as they take the kids into the downstairs nap slash playroom.
"Certainly not me, but I wouldn't change it for anything." Santana says.
"Me neither." Brittany agrees.
Putting the kids down, they stand there arms wrapped around each other, watching them sleep. Both of them are very happy with where their lift is now.
"They look so peaceful," Santana whispers.
"We should head out so we don't wake them up." Brittany says though neither of them move.
They stay for a few more minutes before heading out. Amanda is waiting for them just outside the door.
"Grammy nominations are out." Amanda says.
"And," Brittany says.
"San's up for five including album of the year." Amanda says.
"I told you that this album was great." Brittany says smiling.
"Let's hope that I win one." Santana says modest when it comes to awards for herself.
"Please San, I'll win a least two maybe more depending on what categories your up for." Brittany says. "What categories is she up for?" she asks Amanda.
"Well, album of the year, song of the year, pop album of the year, pop song of the year and pop duo song of the year." Amanda tells them.
"Maybe two," Santana agrees.
"Hopefully more," Brittany says kissing her wife.
"Go celebrate, I'll watch the kids for a few hours." Amanda offers.
"Thanks Amanda," Santana says.
"Text if you need us." Brittany says pulling her out and towards the pool house.
Amanda chuckles at her employers who are so in love. She knows better than to disturb them when they're celebrating. She learned early on after walking in on them a few times.
Out back, Brittany barely has the door open before Santana is kissing her. Brittany runs her fingers through her wife's hair, their tongues battling. They only break apart when air is necessary.
"I'm so proud and happy for you." Brittany whispers into her lips.
"Britt," Santana moans as Brittany sucks on her neck.
"Let me show you how much I love you." Brittany says biting her lip.
"Shit Britt, I need you." Santana groans.
They quickly shed their clothes, chuckling them to the sides before reconnecting their lips. Brittany kisses down her neck, cupping her boobs and slowly groping them. Santana moans, throwing her head back.
"Oh god Britt," Santana moans.
She can't form words.
"So, fucking hot." Brittany says.
She lines herself up and pushes in slowly.
"San," Brittany groans, her head falling forward.
"Fuck," Santana moans. "You stretch me so much."
She grips Brittany's back, digging her fingers in.
"So tight," Brittany moans.
She starts thrusting, her hands on either side of Santana's head for leverage.
"Right there, harder." Santana moans scratching Brittany's back.
"San, I'm so close." Brittany moans her balls tightening.
"Oh Britt!" Santana shouts.
They both cum at the same time.
"Fucking amazing celebration." Santana says breathing hard.
"Love you," Brittany says kissing her. "I really am proud of you and so happy your hard work is being recognized."
"Thanks honey," Santana says kissing her.
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"Grammy Night!" Mercedes shouts throwing open the door.
"You two are so coming to the after parties this year!" Quinn shouts.
"Don't worry, I'm watching the kids with their moms who have them right now and came here so they can party tonight." Amanda says leading them into the backroom where Brittany and Santana are.
"We could hear you two all the way back here." Santana grumbles as she's getting her hair finished up.
"And yes, we will," Brittany says already ready. "You two look great."
"You two look amazing." Mercedes says.
"That suit is sharp Britt." Quinn says impressed.
"San picked it out." Brittany says.
"Britt wanted to wear a suit so I know I had to pick one to match myself." Santana says standing up, ready now.
"Let's go, we have two grammy nominees who the press will want to talk to." Brittany says nodding over to Amanda.
"The limo is waiting for you, out front." Amanda says.
"Thank you," Santana says.
"Let's go get our drink on." Quinn says ready to party.
"We can't drink until after; I'm not stumbling to get an award." Mercedes says.
They head out and load into the limo.
"I'm not ready to leave them." Santana says trying to get out.
"They'll be fine." Quinn says.
"I'm with San." Brittany says opening the door.
Mercedes slams the door shut. "Your moms and Amanda are watching them. They will be fine." she strongly says.
"Okay," the both of them agree, sitting back.
"Good," Mercedes says.
"Start driving before they change their minds." Quinn tells the driver.
They enjoy the drive to the red carpet. Quinn is telling them all about her new role. Brittany talks about a movie she's going to do the voice for the main character. Both are keeping the other two from focusing too much on their nominations.
"We're here," the driver says as they pull up to the drop off point.
"Here we go," Santana sighs.
Santana and Mercedes get out together and start making their way down the red carpet.
"It's weird being the ones ignored." Quinn says to Brittany as they get out.
"I like it," Brittany says smiling.
They follow the other two, there for support as they poise for pictures and do interviews.
"How excited and honored to be nominated for five Grammys." Santana says. "Plus, I love that my best friend Mercedes Jones is up for several herself."
"Including one with you, are there any more duos in the future?" another reporter asks.
"Heck yes," Mercedes says.
"This is your first event since giving birth. How are you feeling?" the first reporter asks.
"I didn't want to leave them but our moms and wonderful life manager Amanda are taking care of them. I am glad I decided to come." Santana says.
Brittany joins her as they head in.
"You could have joined me for the interviews." Santana says snuggling into her.
"I wanted you to shine alone." Brittany says giving her a peck on the lips.
"I love you," Santana sighs.
"God you two are so disgustingly cute." Quinn groans.
They're seated next to each other. Mercedes has won two Grammys in the R&B section and the pop duo with Santana. Santana won three, including the one with Mercedes. Now they are announcing song of the year.
Beyoncé is the presenter, "and the winner is…..Santana Lopez for Juliette."
Brittany pops up so happy for her wife. They hug before Santana makes her way on stage. Beyoncé congratulates her before Santana turns to the mic.
"Wow, I can't believe I won." Santana says shocked. "There were so many amazing songs up for this. I'd like to start by thanking my producer and manager. My parents and friends. And most of all my wonder wife who took time off to watch our kids so I could focus on writing. Thanks babe."
Santana blows her a kiss before heading backstage with Beyoncé.
"I'm so glad she won." Mercedes whispers.
"I know, she worked so hard on the whole album." Brittany says smiling.
"She's going to be insufferable now." Quinn grumbles.
Santana makes it back to her seat right after record of the year is announced since she's up again for the last award of the night album of the year. Taylor Swift is the one presenting it.
"And the last award of the night for album of the year goes to…Santana Lopez for Light of my Life." Taylor announces.
"You did it babe." Brittany says hugging her. "You won for each nomination."
Quinn and Mercedes both hug her as well. She heads up on stage all smiles. She hugs Taylor.
"This is more surprising than the last one." Santana says and everyone laughs. "Thanks to everyone I thanked last time, which was only a few minutes ago. I won't take up any more time other than to say, I'll see you all at the after parties."
With that Santana leaves and the Grammys are over.
Brittany, Mercedes, and Quinn meet up with Santana backstage.
"So, which party should we hit first?" Santana asks.
"I've got this." Quinn says and they head out to the first of many after parties.
"Congratulations," Brittany says giving her a kiss.
"Thanks Britt, this wouldn't have been possible without you." Santana says.
Quinn leads them through the gauntlet of afterparties. By the end of the night, six am, they are all drunk and being driven back to Brittany and Santana's to sleep the day away.