Author's Note: I can't love you all enough for your reviews! I really appreciate them. This is the second half of the Pierce-Lopez babysitting chapter. I hope you enjoy!

The babies started crying at six. At first, Santana swatted at the baby monitor as though it was an alarm clock but quickly realized that it was her children and she had to get up.

"B…" She said, shoving her wife, "B…Britt…Brittany,"

"Ugh, what do you want, Santana."

"Your children are awake. Go deal with it."

"Oh no, you did not just call them my children," Brittany said through a yawn, "it is your fault we were up until three, so I suggest you go deal with your children."

"It was worth it though, wasn't it?" Santana said, snuggling into Brittany's neck.

"It was amazing," Brittany kissed Santana on the lips. "I think I'm going to be more authoritative all the time. Starting now. Go feed the babies."

"Will you at least help me?"

"Ugh," Brittany climbed out of bed, knowing she was fighting a losing battle. "I'll go get them, you go heat up some water for the milk." She slipped a pair of shorts and a tank top on.

"Can't I just pop the bottles in the microwave?"
"Ugh, Santana, you know you can't microwave breast milk."

"I forgot, I forgot," Santana said, holding up both of her hands in surrender. "You're really taking this authoritative thing to heart, aren't you."

"You know it," Brittany said, and left the room.

A few minutes later they reconvened in the kitchen. Brittany handed Nico to Santana, and they both took a bottle and tested the temperature on their wrists. It was a routine they were both very familiar with by now. After feeding them, they burped the babies and then put them down in their playpen. Brittany set to work making some coffee, while Santana went outside and grabbed the newspaper. She came back in and slipped her hands around her wife's waist and kissed her cheek.

"I had such a good time last night, B," Santana said. She buried her face in her wife's blond hair, savoring the familiar smell of vanilla and lavender. Brittany turned around so she was facing Santana.

"Me too." She kissed her on the lips, letting her fingers get lost in thick dark hair.

"Ewwww," came a chorus of little girls. Brittany blushed and Santana jumped away.

"What do you mean, ew?" Santana said, rushing over and tickling the three who were still in their onesie pajamas.

"Grown-up kissing is gross," Hannah said, scrunching up her face. Harper and Lily nodded.

"You say that now," Brittany said, tousling Lily's hair, "just give it a few years."

"Like thirty years, maybe, when I'm old and married like you and Aunt S," Lily said, giggling.

"Ouch, I'm not old!" Brittany said, feigning a pout. Lily looked genuinely upset though.

"I'm sorry, Aunt B. You're not old! When I'm grown-up, maybe I'll get married and grown-up kiss, but only if I get to marry someone as pretty as you." Lily turned bright red. Brittany leaned down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head, making Lily's blush deepen. Brittany made eye contact with Santana over her head, knowing that Santana was so going to relay this story to Quinn later.

"It's okay, I'm sure you'll marry someone even prettier." Brittany went to the cupboard to pull out two mugs and poured her and Santana some coffee.

"When I get married, I'm going to marry a football player like Daddy." Brittany smiled at her. "But, I still don't think I'll ever grown up kiss." She stuck her tongue out.

"Do you girls want some hot chocolate while Aunt S and I make breakfast?" They nodded. "Okay, let's go put some cartoons on for you, and I'll bring some hot chocolate in a couple of minutes."

"Do you guys want waffles or pancakes?" Santana called from the kitchen as Brittany tried to find the channel with the cartoons on it.

"Waffles!" All four yelled. Dammit. She had lost Brittany to the cartoons. A couple of minutes later she juggled three cups of hot chocolate into the living room.

"B. You gonna come help me make breakfast?"

"Oh yeah!" Brittany giggled and followed her wife to the kitchen.

An hour later, they were gathered out on the patio eating breakfast. They had made what Brittany had started referring to as a "Grand Slamtana" when they were in college and Santana would be too hungover to function on Sunday mornings so Brittany, blessed with never having hangovers, would make her pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage. It was the only thing she knew how to cook for years. Olivia was in her baby swing and Brittany gently rocked her back and forth, while Santana held Nico on her knee. Santana picked up the empty pitcher of orange juice.

"Anyone other than me want more juice?" Santana asked. Harper and Lily raised their hands. "Okay, I'll be right back." She kissed Brittany's head on her way into the house and whispered, "you're beautiful," making Brittany grin. This did not go unnoticed by Lily and Hannah who exchanged brief eye contact. When she came back with the pitcher she poured juice for herself, Lily, and Harper, and sat down. She looked adoringly at her wife. Lily and Hannah stared at them as though they were watching a TV show.

"Did you want juice, baby?" Santana asked Brittany, her voice a little husky and her eyes still looking fawningly at Brittany. The girls looked over at Brittany who was now holding Santana's hand and rubbing small circles on it with her thumb. She just shook her head and returned the same gaze back to Santana. They were pulled out of their trance by Lily and Hannah whispering to each other.

"What are you two whispering about?" Brittany asked. Lily giggled.

"You two totally did it last night." Hannah said. Brittany turned bright red and Santana literally spit her juice out on the table. This resulted in more fits of laughter from the girls and more whispering.

"We did not." Santana knew that Quinn and her wife were going to kill her. Apparently, this resulted in her forgetting all of the argumentative skills she had learned in law school and resorted to the argumentative skills of a seven-year-old.

"Did too. I can tell," said Hannah. Santana at least breathed a sigh of relief at this…at least she hadn't heard or worse seen.

"How can you tell?"

"Well, you looked like you did when we saw you last week at Target." Brittany grew redder, if it was even possible.

"What did I look like at Target?"

"Well, super tired, but also really happy, and your voice was weird, and you had this funny half-smile on your face."

"And Hannah's friend Tommy's aunt told him that when grown ups have babies they get grumpy but then they get happy again when they start doing it again." Lily added, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"And when I said you and Aunt B were probably doing it, my mom stopped pushing the cart and turned bright red…kind of like you right now, Aunt B…which made me know that you were definitely doing it." Hannah and Lily shared another look. Hannah nudged Lily.

"Well, thing is, our mom wouldn't tell us what exactly doing it was. We figured it was cause she didn't know either but was too embarrassed to tell us that she didn't know. But since you guys are doing it, do you think you could tell us what it is?"

"Excuse me for a second, girls. Santana rose from the table and handed Nico to Brittany. "B, do not answer any questions while I'm gone." Santana went inside and found her cell phone and sent out a fast text to Quinn.

Santana Pierce-Lopez:

Quinn. Your daughters are asking me

what "doing it" is What am I supposed

to do?

Sent: Sunday, May 29, 8:30am

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

LOL. You had a lot of sex last night,

didn't you? My kids are very perceptive

and have apparently picked up on your

"I had amazing sex with my hot wife

all night long" haze. And I don't know?
Tell them, be my guest.

Sent: Sunday, May 29, 8:31am

Santana Pierce-Lopez:
Fuck you, Fabray. You know what,

I'm going to tell them all about hot,

lesbian sex. How do you feel about that?

Sent: Sunday, May 29, 8:33am

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

I know you won't. You'd get too embarrassed.

Just let Brittany handle it, I'm sure she'll do fine.

I'm going back to sleep. See you at 4.

Sent: Sunday, May 29, 8:35am

Santana returned to the table. Brittany was looking at Santana, panicked. Both girls were looking at Santana expectedly.

"Quinn says to let you tell them." Brittany glared at Santana. Santana decided to start. "Girls, has your mother told you where babies come from yet?" They both nodded. "Can you tell me exactly what she told you?" Santana wouldn't put it past Quinn to have told them that babies came from the cabbage patch or something else equally ludicrous just to avoid an awkward conversation. Like the one she was having now. With someone else's children. Hannah rolled her eyes. She did not understand where this was going, she'd known where babies come from since she was like 4.

"When two people love each other very much they get married and then they have sex and they make a baby." She said rolling her eyes again.

"Great!" Santana said. "That's all doing it is—having sex."

"So you and Aunt B were trying to make another baby?" Lily asked.

"Sure," Santana said, trying to eat her food.

"That doesn't make any sense. Mom told me that babies come from sex, and sex was when a husband puts his thing in his wife's thing." Santana stopped eating.

"It's the same concept, just without the man thing." Santana said.

"So…" Lily said, "Aunt S, you put your…tinkle…inside of Aunt B's?" Santana began to choke. Again.

"I don't understand," Hannah said.

Santana Pierce-Lopez:

Quinn! You're daughter just asked me

If I put my TINKLE inside of Aunt B's!

Sent: Sunday, May 29, 8:50am

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

Ugh. I told you to let B handle it.

Sent: Sunday, May 29, 8:52

Santana looked pleadingly at Brittany.

"Girls, I do think this is something you need to talk more about with your mother," Brittany tried. They both looked at her with their best pouts. "Ok…sometimes, when two adults love each other very much and get married, one of the ways they show that they love each other is to make each other feel good, and they do that in a way similar, or the same, to the way people make babies. That's why it's called making love." They looked like they were thinking about it for a bit.

"That's it?" Hannah asked.

"Yup, and it's a lot like grown up kisses, it's gross and you don't want to think about it until you're grown up, and in love." She smiled at Santana.

"It all sounds gross. Grown ups are kind of…gross. Can we go watch more cartoons?"

"Go ahead," Brittany said, laughing. After the girls had left the room, Santana buried her face in her hands. Brittany put her hand on Santana's back. "It's ok, San, it's over now." Santana turned and smiled at her. "But remind me not to let you be anywhere around when we have to have the sex talk with these two." Santana laughed and picked up Olivia.

"But you're just a little baby," Santana had reverted into her baby voice. "You won't ever need the sex talk. You won't ever need to ask your mama uncomfortable questions like that, will you little Livy?" Santana returned to eating her breakfast. Crisis averted.

After the second round of text messages, Quinn realized that she was awake for the day. She quickly hopped in the shower, threw on skinny jeans and a tank top and headed downstairs, figuring she would make some coffee and maybe read the paper before Rachel got up. When she got to the kitchen, Rachel was already awake, however, reading the paper.

"Good morning, Quinn." Rachel said, very formally. "There's coffee in the pot, if you'd like."

"Oh! Thanks, Rach."

"Sorry, you told me to make myself at home, and I for one am kind of non-functioning without coffee in the morning."

"I understand," Quinn said as she poured herself a cup.

"So, I'm pretty sure that my children are going to be scarred for life," she said, pulling up a seat next to Rachel and showing her the text messages from the morning.

"Oh. My. God. Santana must be miserable. Also, tinkle, Quinn, really?" Quinn just shrugged. They drank their coffee in silence for a moment.

"So, do you want to go out to breakfast?"

The day had passed by too fast for Quinn. It was 3:30, and they were pulling back into her driveway. She had heard all about Rachel's string of failed relationships, and talked far too long about her frustrations with her husband. They got their hair done and their nails done, and did a little shopping at the Grove. She missed her children, but it was nice to feel like a real person again, at least for 24 hours. She heard Santana's car pull into the driveway at 3:45. She and Rachel headed out to help get everything in the house.

"Quinn. Berry." Santana said, dark sunglasses pulled over her eyes as she got out of the car. Her white v-neck t-shirt was covered in unidentifiable stains and her jeans appeared to be ripped in both of the knees. She opened her trunk and pulled out the duffel bag and carried it into Quinn's kitchen while Rachel and Quinn got sleeping carried a sleeping Harper and Lily, respectively, upstairs and into bed. Santana came back out and carried Hannah up and by the time she got back downstairs the car seats had also been removed from her car.

"You want a cup of coffee, Santana?" Quinn asked, cautiously.

"Sure." She sat across from Rachel at Quinn's kitchen table. Quinn brought three cups of coffee over.

"Were they that bad?" Quinn asked, quietly.

"Yesterday was fine," Santana said. "We went to the park, ate some pizza, had banana splits, all five kids passed out around nine and then I had unbelievable sex with my unbelievably hot wife."

"Okay, that part was unnecessary, Santana." Rachel said.

"The babies woke up at six this morning. We cooked breakfast. Your darling children then made me awkwardly explain lesbian sex to them. We went to the park. Harper and Lily thought it was a great idea to play with a rowdy dog whose leash got tangled around my legs and I skinned this knee," Santana put her left leg up on the table. "Hannah spun Harper too fast on the roundabout, she started to cry so I picked her up, and she promptly vomited breakfast on me," Santana pointed to a brownish stain on her left shoulder. "Brittany suggested we all relax for a bit and maybe eat some lunch, but Lily and Hannah got into juice box wars," Santana pointed to the purple stains crisscrossing her breasts. "Brittany fed Nico, didn't tell me, and handed him to me while she ran to make sure Lily didn't fall of the monkey bars and he spit up on me," she pointed to her right shoulder. "Hannah got a nosebleed," she pointed to the blood around her stomach, "Lily threw a football at my face," Santana removed her sunglasses, revealing not one, but two developing black eyes. Santana pointed to her right eye. "Lily then got in a fight with some boy over the swing set, and when I intervened his father punched me," Santana pointed to her left eye. "Harper had a temper tantrum and Brittany thought maybe it was time we called it a day, so we went home packed the girls up, but as I was taking the duffel bag out to the car I couldn't see that Lily had left her skateboard on the ground, so I tripped on it and fell flat on the pavement," Santana put her right leg up on the table, and pointed to her two skinned elbows.

"I'm so sorry, Santana," Quinn said, trying to restrain her laughter.

"Don't worry…it was all worth it for this one story," Santana said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Your daughters walked in on us kissing in the kitchen…"

"So far I'm not at all surprised."

"And they were grossed out by grown-up kissing. After seeing Brittany's pout, Lily told her that, and I quote, 'maybe I'll get married and grown-up kiss, but only if she can marry someone as pretty as you'. And then she blushed! Your five-year-old blushed at my wife!" Quinn rolled her eyes and Rachel laughed out loud. "She's a lesbian. I'm telling you."

"She's five."

"I'm going home, Q. It's been great to see you both. I am taking a bath, nursing my wounds, spending time with my relatively calm children, and having sex with my gorgeous wife. Thanks for the coffee." Santana placed her sunglass back on and walked out the door.

"I should be heading home too, Quinn," Rachel said, standing up. "But I've had a great time these last two days. I'd love to do it again." Quinn walked Rachel to the door.

"Me too. Justin's back in town tomorrow, but I'll see you at Lily's birthday party, right?" Rachel nodded. "We'll make plans then." Quinn pulled Rachel in for a hug.

"Bye, Quinn." Rachel said.

"Bye, Rach." Quinn couldn't decide why it was always so awkward when she and Rachel said goodbye. She decided it wasn't anything to worry about and went to the kitchen to figure out what to cook for dinner.