Brittana future family fiction ~ this is nothing but happy fluff so it's not Steinbeck but it is sweet and fun and happy and the world could always use more Brittana
No D/D, no real angst
Unedited – All mistakes are mine / I don't own anything related to Glee / The kids are my own invention.
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Current age of the kids! Our ladies are about 36 years old.
Danielle Alexandra Lopez – 13 years old
Jason Santiago Lopez – 11 years old
Michael Rafael Lopez -7 years old
Abigail Lucia Lopez - 5 years old
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Chapter 3 ~ Bad Case of the Flu 2029
Brittany and San were lying in bed and cuddling. They had finally gotten Danielle to bed and the house had settled into peace and quiet. Everyone had survived the first day of school.
The blonde had her head on her wife's chest and San was gently running her fingers through her hair. The Latina heard the blonde sigh and she said softly, "What are you thinking about?"
"Remember when we finished school and had just gotten married and I wanted a baby so badly?"
Santana chuckled fondly, "I wanted one too, with you, I knew you would make the best mother in the world and I was right."
Britt leaned up and softly brushed her lips over San's, "You're so good to me."
"I do have issues with that damn sperm bank though; I think we should sue them or something." She said gruffly.
The blonde sat up and quickly crossed her legs and faced her wife, "What do you mean?"
"They are all supposed to have come from the same donor Britt. So we have one Latino, Jace, we have one blue-eyed blonde Brittany clone, Abby, we have the daughter of darkness, Danielle who is clearly the spawn of Satan." The blonde slapped her softly and laughed, "That's awful to talk about your own daughter like that." Santana snorted, "And I have no clue where Michael came from, but if I didn't know better, I would swear he was the offspring of Quinn Fabray, "Do you see the eyebrow glare and the attitude I get from him on a daily basis?" There is no way all of them came from you and the same donor.
Brittany giggled, "Genetics is a very strange thing, ask Jace, because I really would like to know how I gave birth to a genius."
"Well they are all beautiful and incredibly lucky to have you as their mother, Mrs. Lopez." Santana said sincerely looking into the beautiful bright blue eyes of the woman she adored.
"You're not half bad yourself Mami." She lie back down in the arms of her wife who resumed stroking her hair.
Santana snorted, "Oh please, they are all lucky to be alive still. Remember that tour you went on?"
"The one I wanted to stay home from but you insisted I go?" Brittany said smugly.
"That would be the one, you have no idea how lucky you were to come home to a wife, 4 kids still alive and a house still standing."
The blonde dancer just shook her head, "Oh I am very aware Mrs. Lopez, it took me the better part of 3 months to get everything and everyone organized again and I was only gone for 3 weeks!" She said mock sternly as San laughed at her.
-Flashback- 4 years ago-
"Baby for God's sake, everything will be fine; you're only gone for 3 weeks. I can handle things for 3 stupid weeks. It will be fun, a walk in the park."
Brittany stopped pacing the bedroom and turned and looked at her wife in astonishment, "You need to be a little realistic about this Santana. You will be alone with a 1 year old, a 3 year old, a 7 year old and a 9 year old with not one family member or close friend for over 3,000 miles. It's a lot of work."
"I took the time off work, the kids are off school, what can go wrong? Go dance, have fun, don't worry about us."
"I don't have to go San, I'd rather be here with you and the kids anyway." She said softly, "I'm just going to worry the whole time anyway."
"C'mon B, you had all my babies, you practically retired from dancing and you're still the best dancer out there. Even cold off the bench who did Easy P. call to come dance on her tour?"
"It's Liese C." Britt laughed.
"Yeah whatever, the point is you are still the best in the biz! It's not a full tour babe, you're covering for a broken ankle so she doesn't have to cancel the last 3 weeks of her tour. Who knows the choreography better than you? You're the one that came up with the dance compositions. It's you or she has to cancel, so what are you gonna do?
Brittany was still arguing when Santana pushed her into the airport limo , "Go, have fun, call us every night! We love you!"
She had wet sloppy kisses from all the kids and was bawling by the time the limo took off for the airport. Santana just chuckled to herself, "God if I am ever that big of a baby about leaving the kids for a few weeks."
She herded the kids all into the house to start their time together alone without their mom. The first few days went ok but the kids were getting sick of Kraft Mac and cheese and frozen pizza. Then they all started to run out of clean laundry. She stood in front of the washer for 20 minutes, "Seriously, why do you need 30 buttons to wash clothes?" the brunette muttered to herself.
The Latina considered giving the kids baths and showers wearing their clothes and thought it was a stroke of genius getting kids and clothes clean at the same time but was stopped when she had a mental image of the look on Britt's face when one of the kids tattled on her and she knew it would be Dani that did it too. She stared at it for another 10 minutes whining, "I made it though law school, I refuse to let a stupid washing machine beat me."
Santana wandered back through the house wondering if any of the kid's knew how to work the washing machine, she bet Jace did, that kid was damn smart for 7 years old. She tripped over a skateboard and looked around and saw shoes, toys, sports equipment, books and dishes everywhere. It looked like the room exploded. She had no idea how Brittany kept the house spotlessly clean, "Screw it, I'll hire someone to clean the day before Britt gets home, she'll never know the difference." She went in search of her 7 year old genius.
She finally gave up, popped some microwave popcorn, grabbed some juice boxes and a cartoon DVD and piled everyone in the minivan and headed to the local laundry mat. At least there the machines only had 3 buttons.
Santana finally finished all the laundry by midnight and by the time she got 4 sleeping kids out of the back of the van and in bed, and 4 baskets of clothes out of the van and into the house, she was tired enough to sleep on the garage floor. She drug her sorry self up the stairs and fell face down on the bed and feel asleep fully clothed.
It was still completely dark and someone was shaking her, "Mami,mami, you have to get up. Jace is throwing up." She peeled open one eye painfully and came face to face with her 9 year old daughter Danielle. She sat up and cleared her throat, her eyes were at half mast and her hair was all over the place, "What's wrong baby girl?"
"It's Jace Mami, I heard him crying so I went to see and he is throwing up in his bed."
"Oh god, I hate throw up. Dani, I will give you $10 to change Jace's bed." Her daughter rolled her eyes, scoffed at her and said, "No way Jose!" And wandered off back to bed.
She felt terrible to find Jace really sick and terribly uncomfortable, "I don't feel good Mami." He cried pitifully. "I know buddy, what hurts beside your tummy?"
"My head hurts Mami." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead and he was burning up and his eyes looked glassy. Santana started to feel like maybe this walk in the park thing was a bad idea.
She got Jace cleaned up, wrapped his sheets in a ball and snuck them out to the garbage can in the garage, changed his bed and got him a garbage can to hold in case he felt sick again while she went in search of the elusive thermometer. The brunette knew they had one. She searched every bathroom and the kitchen before finally finding it in the hallway closet.
Jace's fever was 102.2 degrees and that made her nervous so she gave him some children's Tylenol and got him settled back in bed. She checked on Michael in the bed on the other side of the room and that boy slept like his mother. He was still out cold.
She went and checked on Dani who was back asleep and then went into the baby's room and Abby was sitting up grinning at Santana, "Oh baby what are you doing awake? It's only 4 am you have to go back to sleep."
Abby put her hands toward her Mami and said, "Up!" San soother her hair and tried to lay her back down and Abby shouted, "Up!"
Santana tried to back out of the room and was met with heartbreaking wails, "No Mami, up!"
The Latina gave up and picked up the baby and put her on her hip and took her to the kitchen and got her a bottle and took her to bed with her, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!" she muttered tiredly.
By noon the next day, Dani had the same flu as Jace and she now had two puking kids and was battling a raging headache herself. Abby was fussy and was crying nonstop and refused to be comforted and Santana had the awful feeling the baby was getting sick as well. She called the pediatrician who assured it her it was a virus going around and it would run its course in a few days. Make sure the kids had liquids and over the counter meds to keep fever down. The Doctor told Santana what to keep an eye out for and what symptoms would necessitate a trip to the ER.
By the time Brittany made her nightly call, Santana had come down with a raging case of the same flu, her unattended 3 year old had fed his breakfast oatmeal to the DVD player because he said it you hit the button it opened like a mouth, had spilled a full gallon of milk on the kitchen floor and left the refrigerator door open.
Her two oldest were still feverish but at least they were not throwing up at the moment but now the baby was.
Santana talked to Brittany and tried to remain stoic during the conversation but Abby wouldn't stop screaming and by the time they hung up after "I love you's" and "everything is under control" Santana was ready to shoot herself and Brittany was scared to death.
As soon she hung up with her beautiful Latina, Brittany called the nice neighbor lady, Mrs. Morgan and asked her to check on Santana and call her back.
Emma Morgan was a lovely lady and adored her neighbor's kids. The Latina made her slightly nervous but she was never home during the day and she had only really gotten to know the tall pretty blonde girl, Brittany.
Mrs. Morgan was a God-fearing church goer and she had been taught that gay marriage was wrong even if it was legal but after meeting the family and seeing how much the couple loved each other and what great mothers they were she found little to fault them for. The children were all happy and polite and wonderful little people and she was delighted to spend time with them since all her children and grandchildren lived so far away.
Brittany had called her in a panic and Emma calmed her down and assured her she would go over and find out what in sam hill was going on. She was a retired nurse so there was not much she couldn't handle.
Emma was greeted at the door by a filthy dirty peanut butter covered Michael who told Mrs. Morgan, "everyones gots bugs and is in bed."
She followed the baby crying and found her in bed next to her very sick mother. Emma Morgan made quick work out of getting all the kids cleaned up and made beds in the living room for all 4 children. It was easier to care for them all in one area.
Finding Santana to have a fever of 101, she got some medicine into her as well, helped give her a cool sponge bath over the Latina's argument but she was too weak to fight and it did feel good.
Emma Morgan assured Brittany she could handle the sick family but Brittany was on the first plane home to care for all her babies and her sick wife. When she arrived home it was still a mess but due to the kindness of Mrs. Morgan it was in a much better state than she had found it in, a secret she kept from Brittany forever.
Santana woke up in a panic, there was no baby crying and the house was quiet, something was wrong, something was very wrong. She tried to sit up in a hurry and wound up getting dizzy that made her throw up again.
She felt strong warm and gentle hands reach out an pull her hair back and she heard the voice of an angel, her angel, "It's ok baby, I got you, it's fine now."
Santana was so relieved to see Brittany and felt so guilty that she came home early she started blubbering but Britt just rubbed her back and told her how boring the tour was anyway. She got Santana settled back in bed and fell back asleep and she went to check on the kids.
Within 4 or 5 days everyone was back on their feet and feeling all better, the house was clean again, laundry was done and folded and no more Kraft Mac for dinner everynight.
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Both girls were laughing at the memory and Brittany said, "I can't believe you offered our 9 year old money to clean up her brother's sick bed."
"Hey it was worth a shot!" Santana said feeling no shame, she still hated throw up.
"Besides it was like I said, it was a walk in the park!"
Brittany rolled her eyes, kissed her wife and rolled over to go to sleep.
The brunette might have been teasing but she had gained a new respect for everything the blonde did to make her life as beautiful and special as it was and she never took her for granted again.
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