A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorite-ed, alerted, etc. This is my favorite chapter in the story, I just love the Santana/Max interaction here. I hope you enjoy it also.
A few minutes or hours later, Santana had no idea, she heard Max cry. She not so gracefully fell off the couch and crawled over to where he was sleeping on the floor. She did what Brittany had told her before, he didn't have to burp and his diaper was just a little wet, so she figured he must be hungry. She was about to knock on the bedroom door when a very sleepy Brittany stumbled out.
"I'm sorry he woke you San, he needs to be fed," Brittany took Max from Santana and made her way back into the bedroom.
"Wait, stay out here, please, like earlier. I'm sorry," Santana scrambled to her feet and back on the couch.
"Ok, we will stay. I'm sorry also. I shouldn't have gotten mad, you were right," Brittany said while starting to feed Max, "but I still expect pancakes and OJ in the morning," Brittany frowned at Santana who nodded and laughed.
At some point while feeding, Brittany and Max ended up on the couch next to Santana watching an old episode of Married with Children. "I had such a crush on Kelly," Santana admitted.
"Oh you and your blonds," Brittany laughed while elbowing a grimacing Santana.
"No, only Kelly...and you," Santana smiled. Brittany smiled back and put her head on Santana's shoulder. Soon enough Max was done eating and the three of them were fast asleep on the couch.
The next morning Santana woke up with the sun in her eyes and a pain in her neck. She looked around; the TV was on, she was on the couch, so was a sleeping Brittany and a cooing Max. "Hey buddy, good morning. Come on I'll change you then we will go get stuff for pancakes and orange juice, sound good?" Max smiled and drooled a bit, which Santana took as a yes. She threw on some sweats, changed Max and wrote a quick note to Brittany with their whereabouts and Santana's cell phone number.
The small grocery store around the corner was bright and empty. Santana had Max strapped to her with his baby carrier again, both enjoying the closeness. Santana picked up the pancake ingredients, oranges, some baby teething cookie things she remembered once reading about and a small stuffed duck she found in the baby aisle.
They paid for their things and took a short walk giving Brittany more time to sleep. They stopped by the pet store to say "hi" to the puppies and the bookstore where Santana bought Max her favorite childhood book, "Harold and the Purple Crayon."
After their little adventure, they made their way back to a still quiet apartment. "Good, mommy is still sleeping. Let's try to be quiet," Santana whispered to a smiley Max. She unhooked him and laid him on the kitchen floor with his new duck and book on a blanket after frantically sealing all the cabinets with rubber bands and tape.
She unpacked the ingredients and got to work, occasionally talking to Max or popping chocolate chips in her mouth. She got out her juicer and made the juice while the pancakes cooked. Pretty soon breakfast was ready. She felt bad waking Brittany up but she was sure all would be forgiven. She ran into the living room to set up a small coffee table with the juice and two plates of food. She and Max took a seat in the purple chair. She tickled Max to get him to make noise and as soon as he let out his first burst of laughter Brittany opened her eyes and grinned at the sight before her.
"You guys have been busy this morning," Brittany said while kicking the covers off and stretching. She sat up taking in a big whiff of the delicious smells coming off the plate in front of her. She motioned for Santana to start and they both dug in, Max sitting contently on Santana's knee.
"San, these are amazing," Brittany managed between bites. "These are so good. Thank you," Brittany beamed with a mouth full pancake.
"You're welcome Britt," Santana laughed. The rest of the meal was silent except the occasional moan coming from Brittany and giggles coming from Max. Afterwards Santana cleaned up still holding on to Max.
"You can put him down you know," Brittany called from the living room.
"I know, I know we are fine. Just hanging out," Santana finished cleaning and came back into the living room.
"So it's Saturday, did you have plans? We can go back to the hotel," Brittany said with sadness in her voice.
"No, I really didn't have plans for today. I try to keep my weekends open since I work so late during the week. I need to do laundry, but that's just in the basement and some food shopping, cleaners, just some errands," Santana shrugged, "would you like to come along with me? It's all within a few blocks from here," Santana pointed out the window to nothing in particular.
"Yes, we would like that!" Brittany clapped which caused Max to do the same. "That was his first clap! I always try to get him to do it but that was the first time! San, that was his first clap!" Santana was staring at Max with her eyes wide open. She never thought seeing a baby clap for the first time would make her feel so many emotions but she was on the verge of tears.
"That was his first clap," Santana repeated slowly. "I've never seen anyone's first anything," Santana still staring wide eyes at Max.
"You saw my first orgasm," Brittany corrected.
"Uhh oh yeah, yeah I did. I guess I mean a baby's first something," A flustered Santana tried not to picture that face that Brittany makes, but she couldn't help it. Brittany had brought it up after all. A visibly flushed Santana snuck away to the bathroom while Brittany once again coaxed Max into clapping.
They all got dressed and the three of them went to complete Santana's chores. They walked side-by-side around the neighborhood, Santana pointing out stores and things to Brittany and Max. While waiting in line at the cleaners, Santana tried to get Max to say her name, which only resulted in his sticking him tongue out trying to make an "S" sound. Brittany bragged that he can say "mama" but only after she repeats it to him "like a thousand times."
It was early afternoon when they finished their chores. Santana put away her laundry while Brittany fed Max. "Hey Britt, have you been to the pond in Central Park yet? They have lots of ducks," Santana smiled knowing that would get Brittany.
"I wanna go!" Was the only response Santana heard from the other room.
They three of them made their way over to the park with a blanket and treats packed by Santana. They found a small area on the grass near the pond and settled down. Max was happily rolling around on the blanket Santana set out while Brittany ran towards the ducks with the loaf of bread Santana packed in their basket. Santana lay down next to Max just embracing the relative quiet. Max climbed up onto Santana's stomach, resting his head on her chest and quickly fell asleep. Santana wrapped her arms around him and did the same.
A short while later Brittany bounded back up to their blanket only to see Max and Santana sleeping together. She quickly took out her phone and snapped a bunch of pictures of the sleeping duo. He really likes her, she thought, It must be in our genes. Not wanting to wake them Brittany went back to take a short walk and clear her head.