It's been a week since Katie and Santana's little basketball match, it seems that Katie has found herself a new favorite sport. Anytime that her and Santana would have their bonding time they would play basketball, San wasn't really happy with the idea of the nine year old wrestling yet. Speaking of her injured shoulder, Katie was actually at therapy right now. She wasn't very happy about being there. Only because her mamma had promised her that when she got to the studio she would teach her some new dance moves. Today was Tuesday so Brittany didn't teach a class. This was Katie and her bonding day most of the time.
Santana was starting to get impatient with her daughter. Katie wouldn't stop talking about how she was going to work with Brittany but wouldn't put in the time with her. She was finding it annoying, but she had to remind herself that the girl was only nine and didn't understand the finer points in life. She even told the smaller girl that if she didn't apply herself then she wouldn't be able to go see her mamma. Still, Katie wouldn't do any of the exercises that Tana asked her to do.
"Come on baby, please just do what I asked you to do." Santana pleaded with the smaller girl sitting in front of her.
"I don't want to do these stupid things." She said with a slight whine in her tone, "They hurt my shoulder."
"Yeah well these stupid things help your shoulder in the long run Katie. If you want to be able to wrestle with me again you going to have to fix your shoulder."
Katie just grumbled a little under her breath and went back to what her Mami asked her to do. They hurt really bad, but she didn't want to upset her mami. She knew deep down inside that she was right and she had to buckle down and do as she was asked to do. Half way through her session she turned to the older brunette and asked "Can we go now? I want to see mamma."
Santana raised an eyebrow and responded with, "Did you finish everything you were suppose to do? Did I stretch your shoulder, and did you ice down?" When her daughter didn't answer her questions she chuckled and added "Then no we can not go see mamma."
"But Mami!" she whined out, stomping her foot a little.
"Katie, I don't know why your acting out like this but if you don't do as you're suppose to then you aren't going to your Mamma's dance studio at all. Do you understand me?"
"Fine." Her bottom lip pouted a little, hoping it would guilt trip San. It only did a little.
"How about we call your Mamma and then we get back to work? Does that make you feel better?" The smaller girl nodded her head, "Okay baby, lets go to my office."
The two made their way to the back office and Santana pulled out her phone. She hit speed dial two and handed the phone to her daughter. Katie was jumping up and down she couldn't contain herself.
"Hey Sanny." Brittany answered her phone, like always.
"Mamma!" the 9 year old yelled down the phone, in return she got a gentle chiding from the Latina sitting next to her.
"Hey baby, what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?"
"I don't wanna do this anymore. I want to come see you." The nine year old declared.
" I want to see you to Katie, but you got to do what Mami tells you to. To make your shoulder better okay? You want to be able to wrestle with her again right?"
"Yes mamma."
"Then do as she says and then you can see me. The faster you go, and the less trouble you give her the faster you can see me." Brittany reasoned with her daughter.
"Okay mamma, I love you."
"I love you to baby."
The mother daughter duo hung up and Katie handed the phone back the Latina. She surprised the girl when she gave her a hug, burring herself deep into her stomach. Santana wrapped her arms around her and dropped a kiss to her head. It was a silent apology between the two.
Katie worked hard in rehabbing her shoulder just like her Mamma asked her too. It was true that Katie was Brittany's sprit child. She loved Santana and Brittany the same but Katie copied Brittany in a hundred different ways. They both loved the same foods, and tv shows, Britt had even promised Katie once her shoulder was better she'd teach her how to dance.
"We can be done baby, you worked harder the second half. Do you want to go see Mamma?" Santana asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes!" She squealed with excitement.
"Okay baby lets get ready."
Santana helped Katie into her jacket and made sure her shoes were tied tight before getting ready herself. Katie gripped her Mami's hand tight as they walked through the streets of New York. She would never admit this to her parents but she hated walking in the streets, it scares her more then the monsters under her bed. As they reached the front of Brittany's studio an unfamiliar person stepped in front of the mother and daughter.
"Hello Kitty Kat." Stacy greeted her daughter, with that same sick smile.
Katie shrunk behind Santana, burring her head in the small of her back. She thought the worst was over with her mother, but she thought wrong. "Mami…" she mumbled into her back, fright was clear in her voice.
"Well you've only had her for a couple weeks and you got her calling your Mami." She laughed sarcasticly, "Doesn't surprise me your trying to damage my daughter."
"She isn't your daughter." Santana snapped at the girl, "You hurt this girl in more ways possible. She is legally mine and Britt's daughter. So I suggest you leave before I call the cops on your sorry ass." Santana threatened, keeping a tight grip on Katie's hand.
"This isn't over, it will never be over until she's mine again."
Stacey walked away and Katie allowed herself to cry silently into her Mami's back. She was scared, she thought this was all over. "Mami…"
Santana picked the crying Katie up and walked into the studio, "Your okay baby, she's not going to ever hurt you again." Santana vowed, "I promise." Santana never broke a promise.