Sorry, i am so so so so so so sorry! i have been really busy with work and school! Please enjoy this chapter, i'm sorry it's short, but its just a filler! there will probably be more to come in these next two holiday weeks! Please enjoy and review!

Chapter 16: Having the Twins

Finn P.O.V.

Having the twins was sometimes insanity; on more than just the babies' part. Santana would go crazy and be in mood funks for a while. I tried to help, but Grant asked for a lot of attention too; a four year old who has always been an only child. He got crazier and is just a bundle of fun… He is just nuts sometimes. Though, he has always been kind of hyperactive.

One particular Sunday morning both the twins were crying and Grant was yelling and Santana was sobbing. At this point the twins were about two months. I went into the kitchen where Grant was standing on the kitchen counter singing, "Party Rock Anthem" at the top of his lungs wearing nothing but his Superman underwear, his Spiderman socks, and a metal pot was sitting on his head. I grabbed him around the waist, the pot flying off his head and landing on the floor; I ran him to his room and deposited him on his bed. I ran into the twins' room and picked up a wailing Mina, patting her back and singing softly to her. As she stopped crying I set her back into her crib and picked up a very upset Jenna. I rubbed her back, which she loved and stroked her dark hair. Mina's hair was a lighter brown. I set the very quiet Jenna down and went down to the laundry room to go and find Santana. She looked just as pitiful as the babies had.

She was sitting on the floor leaning against the washing machine. Santana's mascara was running and her clothes were all crooked and disheveled. I slid down next to her and pulled her into my chest. Her sobs were muffled by my t-shirt. I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "What's the problem, babe?"

"Why is being a mom and trying to work so hard?" She sobbed.

"Aw, it's not that hard; it just seems awful because the twins are so young." I chuckled.

"I just, I just, don't remember when everything changed." She shook her head.

"I think the stress has been building up for a while. For me, everything changed when I met you again." I smiled.

She lifted her head and looked at me, "I don't understand why we got to where we are though. We never talk anymore, we stay up late into the night taking care of the girls, and we still both work. We got to stop living like this."

"Well, for a while we will… We are going to go on a family/Puckerman vacation. As soon as Quinn is induced in two weeks because her twins are ready, we are leaving for the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We are going to stay in a house and be together." I smiled down at her.

"Why do I have the best husband in the world? In no way do I deserve you!" Santana smiled a watery smile.

"I'm the one that's lucky." I said.

Grant then walked in, "No, Dad, I'm pretty sure Mom's luckier cuz you are too nice and Mom really isn't…"

"Grant Christopher-Miguel Hudson!" Santana yelled and then let off a string of Spanish curse words.

I let my myself out of the room and listened to the yelling from a distance.

Hope you are excited for the family vacay! I need more ideas for after the trip if you could help! And i was wondering, i was gonna make one of Quinn's twins a boy, but what about the other one? Also, name ideas maybe, IDK!

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Happy Holidays!

-W-P08