so this one is super short but i hope it's just as enjoyable:) thanks for the reviews... so much for this being a one-shot. i blame Tutorgirl92 lol 3
"Santana…" Brittany had just entered the living room but stops when she sees her daughter in her wife's lap. "What the hell did you do?" Her eyes widen as she takes in her daughter's skin which Santana's hands are trying to thoroughly work in sunscreen. Santana looks away from the baby and over to her wife whose eyebrows are pretty much in her hairline.
"I'm putting some sunscreen on her." She responds as though it should be fairly obvious and Brittany snorts out a laugh making her way closer to the couch.
"I can see that." Brittany points out placing her hands on her hips and watches her wife's hands slip and slide over the tiny limbs. "That's way too much babe." She chuckles shaking her head at the fact that the lotion is not going to fade into the skin anytime soon.
"Britt, she's a baby we can't be too careful with her out in the sun." Santana explains while she tries to rub the sunscreen into her daughter's pudgy cheeks.
"Sweetie, she's gonna have a hat on and be in the stroller that has that pull over thing for shade." Brittany attempts to clarify that the child will not be sitting in the hot summer sun. Santana pauses her motions and glares to her wife.
"I know this Brittany. But what about when we take her out of the car seat and move her to the stroller?" She questions incredulously. "I mean, the UV rays are strong and I am not about to subject our child to some skin disease that could have been prevented by taking the time out to supply her with the right protection." She spits out in frustration, not quite understanding why her wife is not getting the importance of skin care. Brittany smirks and leans over the back of the couch to take her daughter's tiny hand with her fingers.
"Santana this sunscreen is like… 75 or something. I think one coat would have sufficed." The blonde suggests and Santana sighs.
"I am not taking the chance." She continues running her hands over the soft baby skin and uses the back of her hand to wipe some of the lotion that got into her daughter's dark hair.
"Bella Mommy's crazy." Brittany says quietly to the baby who giggles in her wife's arms. "I know." The blonde laughs along with her, not paying attention to the glare she knows Santana is sending her way.
"Go ahead and mock me honey but this chica is gonna have the best skin when she gets older because I took the time out to…" She pulls back and looks at the little girl in her hands that is covered in sunscreen, head to toe and is almost slipping out of her grasp that she has to adjust her legs to hold her steady. "Oh my… maybe it is a bit much." She notes in shock when she really takes in that more than half of the bottle is on her daughter. Brittany tosses her head back in a fit of laughter and grips her wife's shoulder to hold herself up. "I'm totally telling Quinn you did this to her." Santana's wide eyes look to the blonde, a small grin playing on her lips.
After a few attempts at trying to remove some of the sunscreen the women give up and accept it for what it is and head over to Quinn and Josh's for a barbeque. When they get there they are greeted by a bunch of friends and Quinn and Josh's parents as well as their demon child who decided to projectile vomit all over Brittany's feet and flip flops.
"What the hell is that?" Quinn asks Brittany from the downstairs bathroom as she cleans her feet in the tub. Brittany looks over her shoulder towards the window seeing her wife carrying a bunch of crap into the backyard.
"Ugh, it's one of those umbrella's for the beach." Brittany explains turning her attention back to the vomit on her feet. Quinn quirks an eyebrow and smirks watching Santana trying to stab it into her lawn with difficulty.
"You bought one of those?" She questions continuing to stare out the window. Brittany sighs and rolls her eyes to herself.
"No, Santana stole it." Quinn laughs loudly, not at all surprised by her friend's deviant actions.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, she asked them if she could buy it and they said no that they were only for beach goers and can only be rented out." The blonde in the tub clarifies. "So she caused a 'diversion' of sorts and ran off with the umbrella." She shrugs not even fazed by her wife's antics.
"Dare I ask why she was in dire need of an umbrella that could cover a third world country?" Quinn tentatively inquires and after turning the water off Brittany stands up and looks back out the window to see her wife pushing the stroller under the umbrella.
"Before we came here I found her in the living room putting sunscreen on Bella." She comments, glancing over her shoulder to her friend who gives her a quizzical stare. "She used the whole bottle." Quinn laughs at this and shakes her head.
"Mama Tana over protective huh?" She tilts her head her eyes flickering back to the window.
"Doesn't even begin to cover it." Brittany smiles and the two of them head back out to the party.
So Santana was a little over protective over everything concerning their daughter. And she uses too much sunscreen and 'buys' extremely large umbrella's to keep her baby out of the sun. So she tripped a kid with a water gun that got a little too close to said umbrella and told him to watch it or she'd tell the monsters under his bed to get him. But Brittany loves it. Santana's a great mother and she treats their daughter like she treats her wife. Like treasure.