A/N: Last Chapter! as promised :) It's been a fun ride y'all. I really do appreciate all the love you've given. I'll have another story up when I come back home from my trip to Baguio City :) If you wanna know what the place looks like, just google it. hihi.

*Sa mga Pinoy 'jan, alam niyo na yan. 'Wag ng magtanong. lol. Sa mga tga-Manila 'jan, magkitakita nlng tayo :))*

So, anyways, on with the story! I'm so scared right now. I know you guys are already planning for my death because of the previous chapter and im very sorry. please forgive me.

Chapter 22

You really are stupid, Brittany. How can you afford to let your wife go?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

"She turned off the phone, Brittany!" she heard her sister say on the phone.

"Damn! Fucking shit!" Brittany cursed. She's been stuck in traffic for a while now. She called Santana for what seemed like a million times already but her wife was not asnwering her calls nor to the text messages she's been sending her non-stop. She knows that she did hurt her wife pretty bad. She couldn't shake the look of hurt and pain that she saw in those brown eyes, especially the look on her lover's face that was full of tears. But she had no choice... sha had to choose the child.

"Fucking god, Britttany. How could you ever forget to tell her? Your fucking wife, Britt. Wife!" Jaimey told her, obviously pissed at her older sister right now.

"I forgot, okay! I know it's my fucking fault! Ugh! I'm such an idiot, JP."

"I really do have a feeling that your wife heard a different story, Britt."

"I can't lose her, Jaimey. I just can't. Not again... and this fucking traffic is getting in my way! J, can you go to my house and please check on her? My wife could be doing god knows what there," the older blonde said, her voice is starting to break.

"Sorry, sis. I can't. I'm in LA right now."

"Well, then can you call Puck? Tell him I need his chopper. It's the add - wait, Maxene Micheals was one of your clients before, right?" she asked her younger sister when she took a glance at a certain boutique. There was a shiny black and silver Harley-Davidson motorbike parked right outside. "Call her and tell her that I need the bike on front of her boutique. I know for sure that the owner of that bike is a customer of hers right now."

"Piece of cake, sis!" Jaimey answered immediately.

Brittany got out of the car as soon as her sister answered her and she headed to the botique. Not long after, one of the saleslady of the said botique went out of the shop to hand her the keys. The blonde aslo gave her car keys so they could drive her car and park it at the curb when this traffic would decide to start moving.

Wait, is it just me or was the saleslady flirting with me? Nuh-uh. No. Okay, never mind. I should probably go and catch my woman.

Moments later, at the house...

There was no use. The bike was useless. She was already late, too late. When she got home, her wife wasn't there. Her wife already left her. All of her things were nowhere to be found. They parted ways the second time around and probably the last. It fucking hurts her. A simple mistake had caused her her wife, her only source of happiness, and her whole life.

She's gone... she's fucking gone.

She felt her knees buckle. She weakly fell onto their bed, not knowing what to do. Her pale hands ran over the side of the bed where her gorgeous wife sleeps.

No... no. no. no. I won't allow this to happen. Not at all, never again. I will follow you wherever you go, Santana. She stood up and looked at the picture of her wife placed on the table beside the bed. I love you so much, San. I can't lose you, never again.

She walked towards the door and almost out of the room when she heard the sound of the falling water from the shower hitting the tiled floor in the bathroom. She took big long steps towards the door of the bathroom.

"San, baby... are you in there?" she asked, at the same time knocking on the door. She also tried to open the door but it was locked. "Baby, please -"

"Don't you ever dare to disturb me when I'm showering, Pierce!" she heard her wife shout from the inside of the bathroom.

Yep... Santana Lopez-Pierce is mad. Damn, even though she's my wife, I'm still scared... a bit.

Though she knows that her gorgeous wife was pretty mad at her right now, she couldn't help but feel a bit happy and relieved. She's still here, she didn't leave.

"We're married, love. You're also a Pierce... but, you know, I really do prefer being called Lopez-Pierce."

"Shut up!" Then again, her wife shouted from the other side.

The blonde walked towards the bed and sat on it while waiting for her wife to come out. She can't help but smile and fist pump the air. She was now softly singing one of the songs of the Moffatts, "If Life Is So Short." Santana was giving her the chance to explain herself and she was thankful for that.

A few moments later, she heard the bathroom door being opened. Blue eyes looked up and she was met by the image of her wife only having a thick white towel wrapping her body, showing her toned tan legs and arms and her prominent collarbone, down to the peak of her cleavage.

She attempted to stand and approach the brunette only to be stopped.

"Don't you dare. Stay where you are, Pierce!" Santana commanded, still clearly mad at her.

Brittany can't help but wince when she saw her wife's face, especially her eyes. Those beautiful smoky brown eyes were now red and puffy. She doesn't really know why Santana's eyes could easily get swollen.

Santana went in the walk-in closet where they both put their clothes and she looked surprised when she realized that she didn't have her clothes there anymore since she already packed them away. The blonde smiled when she saw that the brunette grabbed one of her shirts and sweatpants from the closet and put it on. She saw how her wife frowned when she looked at herself at the full-length mirror they have in the room. The shirt was too big for her, especially the sweatpants which was too long for the brunette because she was obviously taller than her wife.

Santana kept frowning while looking at the too long and too big sweatpants. Then, she decided to just remove the pants and just wear the too big shirt which reached the middle of her thighs, almost reaching the length of her knee. Brittany could feel her body react, thinking that her wife was not wearing anything under that shirt. She unbuttoned the first few buttons of her top and removed her blazer. The whole room was engulfed in her wife's addicting scent which she loved smelling so much.

Control yourself woman! And oh great, Brittany Lopez-Pierce... you do know very well that you can't live without your wife which happens to be Santana Lopez-Pierce. Now, get yourself together and explain everything to her! You poor excuse of a human being and a wife.

Before they decided to go out of the room, the brunette comb and dried her hair first. The blonde only waited, scratching the back of her neck from time to time, and followed the Latina to the kitchen like a love-sick puppy.

"Coffee?" she heard the brunette ask. So she looked at her and she saw that the woman was rasing an eyebrow at her and giving her a blank stare.

Yep, still mad.

"Y-yeah, sure. Please," she answered.

The brunette turned and made her coffee, exactly the way she likes it - a lot of cream and a bit of sugar.

"Tell me about it," Santana said, subtly wiping the corners of her eyes. The Latina already felt like crying right at that moment.

"Sssshh... San, please don't cry anymore." Brittany walked towards the brunette and hugged her form behind, leaning her chin on the shorter woman's shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, soothing her. At first, the Latina was fighting her until she couldn't take it anymore and just decided to turn around in her wife's long pale arms and buried her face on the taller woman's chest while sobbing. "Baby, please stop crying," she said once again, wrapping her arms tighter around her wife's slim waist and pulling her closer. "Listen to me, okay? The boy... the boy is not my son. Technically, legally, biologically nor in every way. He's not my son," she started and then breathed out. "After all these years, Roxy and I, we only saw each other again last year. She begged me to act as her son's other parent because she obviously had no one. I didn't agree until I learned that the boy was sick. James, the boy, has leukemia and it's in its serious stage already. I just can't allow myself to disappoint the kid, especially in his condition. Roxy... it was because of a one night stand why she had James right now. The boy never knew who his other parent was, who his real father was. He would always wish and wish that someday he would get to meet his other parent. That's why I agreed and that's where I come in. Yes, I am no father, San. Obviously, I don't look like a man apart from Britt-britt Junior. But I was his other "parent". It was also hard explaining to him why our set-up was different, why I don't look like a man just like any other father should look like, why I should be called "mom" instead of "dad", why is that I don't live with them and that I worked far from New York that's why I only get to visit him once in a while and not everyday."

"W-why didn't you tell me that?" Santana asked. She certainly knows that even though her blonde wife would look tough on the outside, but she was just as soft and innocent inside.

"I really planned to, babe. I swear! I don't know why I forgot about it. These past couple of days, I admit that I even forgot about the child. Yesterday, I was on my way home when Roxy called. She told me that James was vomitting blood again, so I went there. I wasn't able to put him to bed immediately that's why I was home pretty late. I didn't call tot let you know because I want to personally tell you about this, about him. Then again, it got lost in my mind to tell you last night, then, when I remembered about telling you this morning... well, you were sleeping like a baby and I didn't have the heart to wake you up because I know that I was the reason why you stayed up all night and I know you were pretty tired from it." Brittany said, slightly teasing in the end of her serious explanation.

The brunette could feel her tan cheeks turning red and she was left shy and speechless because of what the blonde said.

"Did you read the note that I left? The one beside the sandwhich I left for you this morning?"

Santana nodded.

"What does it say?"

"That you'll pick me up for lunch. Then you'll tell me and explain where you were last night." Then, Santana thought quickly about the note if she read it correctly. Yes, that's what was said on the note that Britt left beside the sandwhich she made herself for me.

"See, San? I would definitely tell you everything. And oh, you forgot something. I also said on that very same note that I love you," the blonde said with a smile on her face.

"So... uhm, w-where's the real father of the boy?"

The blonde just shrugged and said, "I don't know, love. But what I do know is that for me, you were never an option. You were never just an option because you, my love, are my only choice. They can offer me all the riches in the world but I would still choose you. I will forever choose you because I love you. I love you more than anything in this world and I'll never stop loving you. With that love, I know that I'll be okay. As long as I have you..." Then, she pecked her wife's tan cheek. "So are we clear here my wife? Any more questions?"

The Latina could feel her heart swell and overflow with love, she just shook her head "no" as her response because she was still so speechless because of what she heard just now.

"So, can the defense ask a couple of questions now, your honor?"

"Fire away," the brunette seriously answered.

The blonde moved her hand down and cupped the shorter woman's chin, tilting her head up slightly. "I want you to smile first, though. I miss seeing your smile, especially your dimples. And I also get hurt every time I see you like this, San," she said, softly caressing the corners of her red and puffy eyes. She already heard her wife's explanation and it may be unrealistic and all, but she believes Brittany when she says she would never hurt her. That's also why she couldn't let herself leave just like that without hearing what her wife has to say.

Slowly, a small smile appeared and graced her plump lips that totally made Brittany happy in return.

"First question. Where are your things? Were you really planning to leave me?" Santana could totally hear the worry and hurt in the blonde's voice.

She breathed in deep. "In the car. Well, yeah... I was honestly planning on leaving you," she answered straight to the point.

"What changed your mind?"

"Well, I remembered when you told me that nothing ever happened between you and Roxy. I believed you back then. I thought about it, and I know that you are not an irresponsible person, Britt-britt. That if ever the child was really your son, I know that you would never allow yourself to leave him. I know how big and soft your heart is, especially when it comes to these kind of things. So, I held on to those reasons. Another thing is, I don't want the past to repeat itself, and one of it is leaving immediately without a single word or second glance. If I have to leave, I will surely leave but I have to hear you first. We are not teenagers anymore, Britt. I am not a teen anymore and I have learned a couple of things the hard way, and one of those things is this."

"So now that you've heard my explanation, do you believe me?"

"I do."

"So why are you still crying?"

"I don't know, love. Or, wait, maybe I do. Maybe because I more of like hurt and still hurting when I think about losing you, that it would definitely kill me if I would lose you. Britt, I love you so much that it actually hurts and even just the mere thought of losing you actually does pains me."

Pale hands searched for tan ones and laced their finger together while sparkling blue eyes were staring intently at smoky brown ones. "I love you more, Santana. If that's even possible... and it only grows even more every single day. I don't know if it really is possible, but you know. And if ever you really left, you think I'd give up on you so easily? Oh, hell no, baby. Never in a million years. I wouldn't give up on you, not even if it takes another ten years and more. That is how deep you got me into. That is how much I love you."

"Oh, Britt..."

"But I was so scared, San. I was so scared... I thought I'd lose you again," Brittany said, her eyes were already stinging.

"I will never leave you again, Britt. Promise... and we better work on our communication department here, love. Though, I promise that I will talk to you first if there is something bothering my mind, especially when it's about us and not just go up and leave," Santana promised. Then, she stood on her tip toes, leaned in and closed the gap between their lips, kissing the blonde's pink thin lips fully.

The blonde sat on one of the stools, pulling the brunette with her, sitting her on top of her lap. "Oh! So how did you get to Roxy's place? And why were you even there? Oh, shit. Now I get it, babe. She was the one who tole you. Don't worry. I will -"

"No, babe. Lemme handle that bitch for once and for all. She best be praying now for she will get a visit from Snixxx, fresh from Lima Heights Adjacent," she said. Oh yes, dear Roxy... shit is indeed about to go down.

After thinking about her plot on the life of one Roxy a.k.a queen bitch town express, she nuzzled her face on her wife's long pale neck and softly bit on her pulse point. It was actually one of her tendencies wherein she would just bite or nip at her wife's soft creamy white skin if she was in the mood of biting her or if she wants to be sweet and all to her wife. It was just soft though and it doesn't really leave a mark.

Brittany stood up, carrying the brunette in her arms, bridal style, and started to walk towards their room. "Well, Mrs. Santana Lopez-Pierce... my dear wife, why don't you kiss me now?" She playfully said, finally happy that she has her wife back in her arms.

For they said, love is sweeter the second time around... But nothing is sweeter than true love. A love that is so strong no matter how many challenges it would face, how much hurt it would encounter and how much happiness it would bring. For true love brings the right persons together. No matter how many times they would fall apart, it would only bring them back together, stronger as ever... for fate has laid a hand.

-The End-

A/N: So this ends my YHMAH journey with you guys. I hope you enjoyed reading this story despite of some flaws. I can't promise you, but I do hope I could write a couple of one-shots with regards to some not really detailed events. Anyways, I had fun with you all and just keep me on your alerts with regards to my upcoming story when I come back home from my trip. Thank you thank you thank you so much for sticking around til the end and for supporting this story. Thank you for those who shared their ideas, for those you reviewed, followed and faved. Thank you for sharing your time with me and this story. 'Til the next story, y'all. Love you! -RG