"Family woman" part 2


¤Santana POV¤

"So, what's all of this?"

"This is the life you would have had if you kept your promise."


"Yeah. That part was pretty fucking clear. So that's it? It's to torture me? My personal hell, huh? To show me what I lost and could have had. I know I fucked up. I know I ruined my life leaving Quinn. I did not need a visual of it." Fuck! I have tears in my eyes but I blink rappidly so they can't fall. I don't want him, or anyone for the matter, to see me cry. "You show me my dream, what I missed, so I can feel it, see it, touch it with the tips of my fingers and then you snatch it right back?" I finish, my voice wavering. "What a fucking great guardian angel!" I am now nearly screaming.

"Yeah, it's a bit like that. Enjoy the next few days and then you'll go back to your life. Well… Sort of. It depends on you." He winks at me.

I look at him for a few seconds. I don't know what to do. Guardian angel my ass yeah. I shake my head and leave. He may be right. I am torturing myself to know what would have happened if I stayed, well now I have my answer. So, in a way, he is right, and this is great for me. I just have to enjoy these next few days as much as I can so I can have many memories when I will come back to my life.

I need to know everything about my family. Everything. That way, dreaming about it when it's all over will be easier. I'm still not completely sure that I am not in a coma, inside a hospital room, hallucinating.

Just as I continue to walk again, I get a call.

I get my phone out to see who is calling me. On the screen, I see a photo of Quinn in a bikini as the photo of her in my contacts. A very, very sexy bikini. I smirk, seems like me to have this photo as my contacts. Glad to know I don't change in this life.

God, just looking at her body you can't guess that she had kids. Oh. Wait. Maybe I was the one who carried them? Another thing I have to know.

"Yeah babe? Everything okay?" I say when I answer the phone.

"Yeah, but I just got a call from the nanny, and she leaves for two weeks next week so she won't be there. So, we will have to find another nanny to take the kids from school. Since today is your day off, could you go to the supermarket before getting the kids from school? I totally forgot but Adrian and Alex have to bring something to eat tomorrow for the school big snack."

"Yep." I pop the P. "No problem. We will find a solution." Okay. I have new information. Today is my day off. Cool. I will have time to search information about my life and two, I am fucked. Where is the kids' school? "And like candies?"

"Yes! Perfect. Just don't take the ones which have too much colorant in them please." I hear something in the background from her side of the phone. "I have to go, my client just arrived. I love you!"

"I love you too, have a great day!"

With that we both hang up.

The dog and I walk back to the house and when I come home, I look down at Buddy, sitting at my feet and wagging his tail. "What do you want? You want a biscuit?" He barks one time, getting more excited. I nod. "I'll take that as a yes."

I search in the kitchen for the dog treats and give one to him. He grabs it and go to his dog's bed.

Okay, so I'm alone in this house for the day. I have also two missions: getting the kids from school, which means, discovering which school and getting them something for their snack tomorrow with their class.

Let's go. I begin searching in the house everywhere to see if I can find a clue. Well, "search" is kind of a euphemism. I looked more like a racoon rummaging inside drawers to find food, but anyway, that's not the point.

Along the way, I look at the photos on the walls. Everyone looks so happy. And it's very weird looking at yourself smiling on the beach with your wife, kids and dog when you don't remember it. Hell, you didn't even lived it.

Photos. That's a good idea. I take my phone and begin looking at every photos I have.

Along the way, I see Quinn and I getting older. The photos begin with us in college, at parties, in our dorms, in bed with a fresh fucked look. Smiling, laughing. A video of Quinn crying in my arms, watching a movie. My girlfriend is crying because of a film and I'm kissing her neck, laughing, while filming… Sounds like me.

Then I see photos at our graduations, photos of us kissing while she is showing to the camera her engagement ring. Wow, I have tastes. It is gorgeous. Our wedding. It's so beautiful. Really, it looks perfect, and Quinn is just… I don't even have words. She is a dream; she is my dream. It's not a big wedding but it's not too small either. My parents are there and even her mother. I guess she got better. I'm happy about that.

After that, there are photos of positives pregnancy tests, us crying and laughing at the same time. Quinn in a hospital bed with what I guess is Adrian and Alexandra in her arms. Twins. Then it's really her that carried them. I look at the date of the photo. That's what I thought, six years ago.

Other photos like first walks, first words, first days at school, birthdays. Friends I recognize and other that I don't. Photos of Aiden, it's also Quinn that carried him. Is there something about that. Didn't I wanted to carry them? Maybe not. As I look at all of that, all my life with Quinn, with my family, I feel tears beginning to sting in my eyes.

I sniffle and wipe my running nose. Now is not the time to cry, I need to find their school. I turn my head in every direction and see a door closed. Huh?

I come closer and open it. An office! Fuck yeah. I straight up go to the big cabinet and see binders named "Kids", "Home", "Bills", etc… Thank god for Quinn and her OCD.

I take the binder named "Kids" and see more mini binders inside it and one which is called "School". BINGO! The first sheet that I see is the registration form for the school and at the top of it, the name of the school.

Damn, maybe I should pursue a career in espionage cause I'm good.

Okay, so now I know the school and I just have to occupy myself till it's time to go get the snacks like Quinn asked me and get the kids. I look up to the stairs and decide to do a little digging in Quinn and I's bedroom.

When I look at it, it's really the type of bedroom that I always wanted to have in my future life. Even in London, in, I guess my other life, my room doesn't even look like that. Here it's comfy, you have a big bed, big windows so the room is illuminated and an adjacent BIG bathroom. What the fuck?! Wow!

Look at the size of this bath. Gosh. It even has jets… I look at it for a few seconds and begin to imagine things. I want to take Quinn in that now. Well, tonight, I guess.

I snap out of my thoughts and look in the cabinets. We have so much products it doesn't even surprise me. We always loved to take care of ourselves. Next to the sinks I see a bottle of perfume and smile. She still wears the perfume that I offered to her when we were twenty-three.

Wait. Now that I think about it. I smirk, turn around and go search under the bed. There is multiple boxes but I just need to find the good one to prove myself right. I open them all and I see what I wanted to find.

Toys. Wanky. I'm glad that in this life we are not the boring kind of parents that have vanilla sex once every year.

I've been digging around the house to find the most information that I could get… and for my personal pleasure. But as much as I loved to discover the me of this life and how happy I look, it's still so bittersweet to know that it's just a sample and that I have to go back to my real life in… I don't even know.

My stupid guardian angel could bring me back in days or in minutes.

And now it's time to go to the store to get the snacks for the kids.

I find myself in the candy's alley and stare at it. It's been so long since I have eaten candies, I feel like every candy that I used to eat don't even exist anymore. What do I take? Fuck that. I begin to get one of every sort and put them in the cart when I hear someone calling my name.

"Hey Santana!"

Surprised, I look around and see a person waving at me. It's a woman looking around the same age as Quinn and me, with dark hair and currently giving me one of the biggest smiles I have ever seem.

"Hh-hey… you?" It's as much a statement as a question. I don't even know that person. Shit. Are we close? Is she a good friend? Or maybe a colleague?

"What are you doing here?" She says coming up to me.

I look down at my hands which are holding candies and my cart filled with it and I look at her weirdly. Isn't it evident? "Hum, I'm getting candies… For the kids." I add up.

"Oh yeah! For the school's big snack, right?" She smiled way to big again. Oh ok. So, she is a fellow school mom. "I knew with a body like that it wouldn't be for you. Too toned to eat sugar." She laughs.

What? Scuse me? Are we really good friends to joke about that or is it more than a joke. Is she flirting?

Now that I think about it, she is way too close to just be friends. Fuck! Am I cheating on Quinn in this life. God please I hope not. Uncomfortable, I take a step back and fake a laugh. "Yeah, my wife asked me to." I accentuate the "wife" and when I do I see her smile falter a little bit.

"Thinking about that, Quinn confirmed that you were both coming tonight. So, I guess we will see each other again in a little bit." She pauses a moment before smirking and getting closer again. "I hope you will wear the red dress you wore for the Christmas party. Suited you well." She winks and caress my arm before leaving again.

Fuck! Please do not be a cheater, please do not be a cheater in this life. If we think about it a minute. She's cute but she's oh so not at the goddess level of Quinn. She is brunette and, c'mon, if we look at my track record, we all know that my thing are blondes. I hate cheating and cheaters AND Quinn is the love of my life.

So… Considering all of that, I'm sure I'm not a cheater in this life... right? Right. Or I hope. I sigh and try to not stress about that. I will try to get to the end of this story later. Well, apparently tonight.

Fuck. I guess my bath plan with Quinn is compromised.

Fuck this. I buy everything and go back into my car, on my way to the apparent school of my apparent kids. I have to use google map to make sure that I don't get lost and stop in front of a very good-looking building.

Damn, we got money in this life. I look outside my window and see all the parents talking and waiting for the kids. Ew. I don't want to get out. I hope I don't have to mingle about all the mothers.

It's not about the mothers. I don't actually have a problem with them. It's just people. I hate people.

Shit. I think I have to. I'm about to step out when I hear the ring and all the kids running out of the school. I see two little bundles of energy, that I recognize as mine, running to my car.

When they open the door, I'm instantly attacked with two little humans, telling, well more like screaming, at me about their day. It's a bit complicated to understand everything they're saying but as I leave my parking spot, I find myself smiling. This is nice. It feels great to have kids that are so excited to tell you all about their day.

Adrian proceeds to tell me that apparently, he had the best grade of the class, mini-Quinn, while Alex is mocking him, mini me. And she won the school race against Jimmy, who is what I understand her arch nemesis and biggest rival. But I can see just the beginning of a blush when she talks. The story repeats itself; I smirk.

I park the car when we get home, and the kids get out rapidly of it, but I stop them just before they have the time to leave.

"Hey! The two munchkins, come help me get the snacks out of the trunk." They both groan and walk back to the car but any muttering stops the second they see the number of candies I bought. Yeah, I might have done too much.

Their little mouths are open, and I can see them salivating but as I grab a bag, they snap out of it and throw themselves in the trunk to have one too.

"Can I have one?!" Yell Alex.

"Yeah, Mami can we open one bag?!" Adrian looks excitedly inside the bag he is holding. Then his eyes widen. "OH! Oh! This one! This one! Can we open this one?" He screams.

"No! This one!" Yells back Alex.

I bite my lip. Can they have sugar? I mean right now. It's just a snack, right?

It can't harm them.

"Okay. You can open a bag and-" They instantly thrown themselves at the candies they spotted. "Hey! Stop it." They stop immediately and I find two sets of eyes looking at me, their little feet moving with trepidation on the spot. Uh. "You can have candies but from the same bag. You have one minute to choose which one you want to open. One minute I said."

The bickering instantly begins but at the end of the sixty seconds they had an agreement on the one they wanted to have.

Well, education is not that hard.

Fuck yeah. I got this in the bag. I'm a fucking natural with kids apparently. Who said motherhood was complicated? This shit is easy. The parents who said that are certainly not as good as me. I smirk. This wil be a piece of cake.


I'M SORRY OKAY!

I TAKE THAT BACK!

BEING A PARENT IS NOT EASY! IT'S HARD AND IT SUCKS BAD! IT SUCKS REALLY BAD!

This is pure chaos!

After the snack, it was time to do the homework. Adrian is clearly a mini-Quinn. This arrogant dwarf is a genius and finished everything in seconds. But it's more complicated with Alex. Don't get me wrong. She's not dumb, but more like me. She needs more time to understand completely everything.

And it's difficult to take time to be with her when her brother started watching cartoons with the volume at the max.

Then I accidently had a mini freak out when on my way to stop the TV, I saw a photo of our family. I stopped in front of it.

Wait.

Three.

Three kids.

But I am, currently, in the presence of just two.

Two kids.

Which is not three.

Which is one less that three.

Just breathe. In and out.

Did I-

DID I FORGOT A KID?

DID I FORGOT TO TAKE A KID?

DID I FORGOT MY FUCKING KID?

Before I totally freaked out, even if I was halfday there, I proceeded to get out of Adrian the information of where Aiden was. I let out a relieved breath when he told me perplexed that, like always, Mommy would get him out of daycare and bring her back to her job until the end of the day.

Great.

Great.

That's great.

I'm not a totally horrible person.

Then Quinn called me and asked if I could get started on making the dinner for the kids an make sure they take a bath because they were going out tonight.

Okay okay. Where do I begin.

"Alex! Stop that TV!" I saw Alex looking up from her textbook with a surprised face.

"Me?" She asked.

"No! Not you! I meant your brother." Wrong name. "Adrian! You stop that and go run the bath!" Do they even know how to do that? They are still young. I think back of myself at their age, and I already knew how to do that. Well, at least I think. I don't totally remember. But, I will assume they know how to.

"Noooooooo." He stomped his little foot. "I don't want to." He whined.

"Mami I need help!" Yelled back Alex at the verge of crying. "I don't understand that!"

"I'm coming! Just a minute." I winced at a particular loud sound came out of the television. We had to yell so we could hear each other. "That was not a question nor a suggestion! It's either that or you go help you sister do her homework."

"NO! I want you Mami not him!" Screamed Alex. All these noises were making Buddy agitated so he began to bark continuously.

"HUH!" I groaned.


Ten minutes of arguing later, the television was turned down, the dog stopped barking and Adrian was happily on his way to the bathroom with a candy in his mouth.

Nop. I won't and we can't consider that a victory. I had to bribe this little shit with candies. And I don't know who taught him that, but he is too good at bargaining for a six years old.

It's particularly humiliating.

I don't know how long after that, Quinn came home with Aiden and found me slouching on the couch. She chuckled and I lost sight of her for a few minutes but when she came back without the baby, she straddled my back and began to massage me.

I groan. Fuck that's good.

"Just a day of being a mother and I'm already so exhausted." I said with my face smashed against the sofa.

"Just a day?" Quinn asked frowning, stopping her ministrations for a second.

Shit no, my eyes widened, and I went stiff. "Yeah-uh. I mean it's because every day feels like a new one."

She chuckled. "Yeah, I feel like that sometimes too." I sigh. Accident averted.

"Kids are bathed, fed." With maybe too many candies but apparently, I can't make kids obey with bribing them. Guess I can't be a mother in just a day. And thank god they are not picky eaters. I would'nt have handle that. "Dog walked and homework done. Adrian was particularly obnoxious and loved drenching me with his water gun in the bath." Seriously, who's idea was that? That's so dumb to give a kid a squirt gun for his bath.

Quinn laughed out loud and continued to massage the end of my back. " I reckon that this water gun was your idea."

I grumbled. "Of course, it was ." I'm a fucking bitch. "And Alex absolutely wanted me to help with her math."

My blonde smiled and leant down to kiss my neck. She pecked from my shoulder blades to my jaw, and I smiled. This feels so good. "She is a Mami's girl. Of course, she wants to do it with you." She whispered in my ear.

I smiled. Having a little girl, having my little girl with that special bond was always a dream of mine. And in this alternate life or dream whatever you want to call it, it seems true.

I paused and smirked. In just a second I turned around, grab Quinn and turned us around so I could be on top of her, and her against the couch, under me. She let out a little yelp and laughed. "And you?" She frowned and cocked her head, questioning me with her eyes. "Are you a Santana's girl?"

She smirked too and trust me, Quinn Fabray, underneath you, smirking at you and flirting in a pant suit, that's getting me wet.

"Oh yeah. That you can be sure I am." She leaned up and kissed me on the lips.

Gosh. How much I missed that.

My hand went down and slipped under her shirt, traveling up on my way up to her boob while I deepened the kiss. She moaned a little bit and just as I was going to slip my tongue inside her mouth, I heard two voices yelling from upstairs.

"MOMMY!"

She leaned back and I slumped my head against her neck groaning. She chuckled and slipped her fingers through my hair and kissed the side of my head.

"Cmon. We have to get ready. The babysitter will be here in a short time and we have to get going." I nodded but did not move.

I sighed, this dream is so perfect, but it would be so much better if I could just get to have Quinn again after so long, just for a little moment and not being cockblocked.


And that's the end of part 2! I really hope you liked it.

There will be a part 3 very soon!

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Love, A.