Chapter 6 is split into two parts. I didn't want to leave it as a whole chapter.
Thanks to Spaceship Coupe, jrzygurl89, guest, and guest21.
Spaceship coupe - Thank you :)
jrzygurl89 - I know where you're coming from. I'm writing it; and I don't want them too either.
Guest - Brittany should :) I know, a lot of people can't forgive and forget.
Thanks for the attention to this story. I hope people like this chapter. I am dubious about the reaction to it.
8th November 2018
Brittany woke up to the sound of loud laughter. She climbed out of bed, and walked downstairs, she found the living room and kitchen empty. Clicking her tongue against her roof of her mouth.
"Where is she?" Brittany mumbled, before hearing laughter once again. She turned and met sight of raven hair blowing outside.
Brittany opened the front door and saw Santana leaning against her vehicle; she saw someone bent over, their head and torso underneath the top of the car, where the engine was.
"Morning honey." Santana said softly, walking towards Brittany, she wrapped her arms around her waist, pressing her lips to Brittany's lingeringly; only stopping when Brittany pulled away.
"Hey… Is your car fixed?" Brittany asked, feeling Santana's hands trail along the back of her thighs.
"There's a reason we call this short shorts." Santana whispered, against Brittany's ear; she then turned round and nodded towards her car; "Yeah, apparently my radiator was overheated… and that's why it broke down. Mike had the parts so he could fix it."
Brittany smiled softly
Santana let her nose glide along Brittany's neck, a small poof of air was released against her skin causing Brittany to shiver slightly; she pressed her lips along the hollow of her throat; "Do you wanna go back to bed?"
Brittany looked towards Santana, a small smirk appearing across her lips; her tanned fingers gently tugging on the waistband of Brittany's shorts.
"San…" Brittany said
Santana giggled softly; "What? Come on… don't you want to?"
Brittany ignored Santana and turned towards Mike; "So is it fixed?"
Santana huffed and released her hold of Brittany. She then turned and walked over towards Tina who had just walked out of the house. Her hands immediately placing themselves on Tina's pregnant stomach.
"Hello, baby Chang…" Santana said softly; "Your aunties are waiting for your arrival…"
Mike tapped Brittany's shoulder, snapping her attention of Santana and Tina; "Doesn't that make you want kids… I mean… I never even knew Santana liked kids."
Brittany nodded softly; "Yeah… I don't know. I didn't even know."
Mike chuckled lightly; "Well, she would probably be a great mother. So would you, Britt…"
"Thanks." Brittany said; "She would be."
Santana leaned up to face Tina.
"Who knew Santana Lopez was such a softy?" Tina teased, with a small laugh
Santana rolled her eyes before laughing along with Tina; obviously not bothered that Tina had poked fun at her baby voice.
"I don't mind… Babies are cute." Santana said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear; "I'll check on the burgers… Can you call me if Marley and Jake come?"
"Sure… I'll just watch my boy work." Tina said, as she walked off towards Mike and Brittany.
Santana smiled as she turned and walked back inside the house. Brittany looked from Mike and Tina; and began wandering off towards the front of the car, she slipped her phone from one of the pocket of her shorts.
Dialling Sam's number quickly; she placed it against her ear, hearing the ringing tone.
"Hello?" Sam answered
"Hey…" Brittany said, letting her finger drag along the hood of Santana's car, looking at the clean line she made in the light coating of dirt.
"Oh, hey… I thought you were busy." Sam said
Brittany giggled; "Yeah… Lunch isn't served until a little later."
"Cool… How is it?" Sam asked, his tone was curious; but not in a rude way
"It's fine… Just like every Saturday." Brittany said; "Every Saturday lunch."
Sam laughed; "If you hate it, why do you even bother doing it?"
Brittany shrugged; "It saves having to argue. You don't even bother arguing with Santana. She's always in the right…"
"Sounds like she's a bitch." Sam replied
Brittany clicked her tongue; "She is… most of the time."
"Why do you bother then? Me and Max wanted to hang." Sam said
Brittany laughed; "I couldn't."
"Brittany, who are you talking?" Santana asked
Upon hearing her name from Santana, Brittany snapped round; "M-My mom…"
Santana smiled; "Silly girl… Let me talk to her…"
Brittany closed her phone; "Maybe later. Are the burgers ready?"
"Britt, you didn't even say bye…" Santana said, reaching forward to take Brittany's phone
Brittany stepped away, folding her arms; "Can you not? She's busy."
Santana shifted; "Let me text her back then…"
"God Santana, she doesn't wanna talk to you." Brittany said, as she pushed passed her to get inside the house.
Santana turned to watch Brittany walk inside; before following after her.
"What the hell was that? She told you that?" Santana asked, leaning against the bottom rail of the stairs.
Brittany stopped at the top of the stairs; "Of course she told me… I have to get dressed. Marley and Jake are here…"
Santana nodded; "Thanks for letting me know that your mom hates me. It's something I should have been told before today."
"She doesn't hate you. She was busy and didn't wanna talk." Brittany said, in a huff; "Are you done now… or shall we argue in front of our friends?"
Santana shook her head; "You know I'm not trying to argue… I just didn't…-"
"Santana, can I get ready or not?" Brittany asked, interrupting Santana
"Sure..." Santana said, even before she had said anything, Brittany had turned and walked into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Brittany pulled a t-shirt on and pair of light blue jeans; she walked downstairs and met sight of all five of them sitting around the table in the kitchen.
"The car's fixed." Santana said as she placed another glass of wine next to Brittany's place mat.
Brittany nodded and sat down, taking a quick sip of the smooth white wine; "Thanks."
Santana shrugged and sat down; "All due to Mike."
Mike chuckled; "You knew the problem. I just fixed it."
"My boy's so modest." Tina murmured, pinching Mike's left cheek, leaving a small pink mark.
Mike pulled away, rubbing his cheek; "Thanks, T."
Jake rolled his eyes; "Such a wifey move."
"Not all wives do that." Santana said as she was plating up the burgers and fries
"Yeah… Britt and San don't do it." Marley said, letting her fingers stroke along Jake's forearm
Brittany laughed; "I do it sometimes… When San does something cute."
"I thought I was a bitch most of the time." Santana said, turning round to meet Brittany's eyes; as she placed Jake and Marley's plates in front of them; she then placed Mike and Tina's. Brittany walked over towards Santana to grab her own plate.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked, softly; "You know I was only kidding on the phone… It was my mom…"
"'Whatever, Britt…" Santana said, passing over her lunch; "Enjoy."
Brittany leaned forward and kissed Santana's cheek; "I love you… Thank you for lunch."
Santana turned to look at Brittany; "Your mom doesn't hate me?"
Brittany smiled; "Of course not, silly girl. She loves you. She was just busy… we can call her later."
"Okay…" Santana said softly, letting a soft smile appear on her face
Brittany leaned in, and Santana met her halfway, pecking her lips lightly.
"Enough kissing… Come eat!" Jake called
Santana and Brittany nodded and returned to the table; taking their seats and beginning to eat their meal.
After Santana finished her meal, she excused herself to answer her phone. It was work leaving a voicemail about her last pay check being paid into her account on Monday morning.
Santana placed her phone back in her pocket, releasing a deep sigh that work for her was really over. The voicemail was a clear indicator for that. Santana went to turn and walk out of the room when she met Marley standing beside the door.
Santana nodded at Marley's arrival; only for Marley to look down at the floor, letting her shoe scrape along the wooden floor. After a few seconds, which was far too long for Santana to handle staring at Marley in silence.
"Can I help you?" Santana asked, not really understanding Marley's silence.
Marley squeezed her hands together; looking from the floor back towards the kitchen where everyone else was still eating.
Santana sighed softly; "If you're knocked up… maybe you should tell Jake."
Marley laughed dryly; making Santana roll her eyes as she didn't bother saying anything.
"Look the silence is making me nervous… I'm gonna break out into hives…" Santana grumbled, stepping forward; "Do I need to smack you?"
Marley glanced up at Santana, a look of nervousness and urgency mixed across her face. Santana looked down at the floor, after she met Marley's brown eyes. Eye contact was weird for her with everyone except Brittany.
"Brittany's talking to some guy… at work." Marley blurted out, making Santana snap her eyes back to her; "It's weird."
Santana's jaw went slack in surprise; as she simply just stared at Marley.