Santana sighed as she looked at the prices of the hotels in the area grimacing slightly. Sure, they could certainly afford an obscenely all-inclusive expensive getaway, but they had done that before. They had spent nearly seven grand a night on some luxury hotel in Tahiti, for their honeymoon. It had been lovely, but it hadn't been the most romantic experience she'd ever had. Sure, they had spent the first three days of their honeymoon having sex, but it wasn't even the best sex that they had ever had.
The whole vacation had felt rather artificial to her, like they were trying to hard to make the trip romantic. Sure, the food had been lovely, and the snorkelling had been an experience she would never forget but it simply didn't help their intimacy. Everything had a price, one that Charlie had paid happily. She had wanted everything to be perfect. It was why she hadn't complained, Charlie had loved every moment of it. Which was why each anniversary getaway, that they had seemed to outdo the last one.
She needed to show Charlie that they didn't have to spend thousands of dollars on a trip for it to be romantic, that she would be glad with something low-key. They could make their own romance they didn't have to buy it.
"This one doesn't seem bad," Santana mumbled. The price fell within the budget that she had set out for them, and the bed and breakfast seemed quite quaint. She opened up the page to glance at the reviews and shuddered, as she looked at the traveller's photos. "Oh gross," she grimaced at the sight of the disgusting bathroom. The idea of sharing a bathroom with strangers didn't exactly appeal to her. She had done that when she was still in college. Plus, the bathroom looked revolting, one picture even showed a gigantic roach in the toilet bowl. She wanted a relaxing weekend getaway with her wife. Charlie probably would probably take one look at the building and think that they were going to enter a serial killer's lair.
"What you doing mommy?"
Santana jumps a bit nearly knocking her laptop onto the floor and looks at her youngest daughter, who had somehow managed to enter her personal space without making a sound. "We really need to put a bell on you, or something," she mutters under her breath. Sophie was going to give her a heart attack one of these days. "Hey Sophie, what are you doing?" She was certain that she had put Sophie down for a nap not up to ten minutes ago.
Sophie grins, her curly dark hair getting in her face and she brushes it aside a bit as she grabs onto the couch and tries to crawl onto her mother's lap. "I dunno! What you doing?"
Santana groans as she places her laptop on the coffee table, it was one of those days. She had wondered why she had ever thought that working from home was a good idea. "Shouldn't you be taking your nap now?"
"Nuh-uh" Sophie insists shaking her head.
"Uh-huh," Santana smiles, picking Sophie up. "Don't make me call your Ma," she threatens playfully.
"No! Then—then I won't has cake!"
"No, I guess not, you'd better hurry up and get back to bed so I can tell your Ma that you've been good. I'm pretty sure today was Ice cream cake day." Santana quickly grips Sophie who tries to hop off her lap and run to bed. The last thing she needed was another trip to the emergency room because Sophie had decided to run only to fall face-first into something hard. "I'll carry you," she insists.
Sophie throws her arms around her mommy's neck and curls up immediately, yawning. "Where Bela?" she asks with another yawn.
"Bela's at school sweetie, you know that. She's a big girl."
"I a big girl," Sophie insists.
"I know," Santana replies, she was going to have to make sure that Charlie and the kids cut back on all the cake that they'd been eating. She rubs her back gently as she heads towards Sophie's room and puts her daughter down for her nap. She adjusts her blanket and then kisses her forehead. "Go to sleep."
"Kay!" Sophie yawns again and curls up.
Santana waits watching her daughter until her breathing evens out, before slipping out of her room and closing the door slightly. She exhales, and glances at her daughter for a moment before shaking her head. Her mother insisted that her children took after her, but she didn't see it. She was certain their annoying behavior came from Charlie. Actually, she was positive, using their inherent cuteness to get what they wanted? That was her wife in spades.
She hums softly as she heads down the stairs and stops in front of Charlie's office. She couldn't help but bite her lip, trying not to think of walking in on Charlie. Charlie hadn't noticed till she had said something, and she felt bad but it had found the whole thing to be rather sexy. Charlie had looked so focused, so into what she was watching, she almost wished that their sex life was like that. It wasn't as if Charlie was bad at sex, it just wasn't one of her many strengths. There were only so many times that you could have missionary sex before she had simply started to avoid it. She loved Charlie regardless, it didn't matter if Charlie wasn't some savant with her dick. Charlie had other strengths and she did try really hard to make sure that she enjoyed sex.
It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to spice up their sex life, but Charlie was about as interesting as vanilla ice cream when it came to sex. Fuzzy handcuffs didn't mean that you were Fifty Shades of Grey adjacent, it just meant that you were trying to be kinky and failing miserably. Everyone had a pair of fuzzy handcuff. Maybe if she could take a peek at what Charlie was into she'd be able to figure out how to incorporate it into their sex life.
Charlie had been relatively innocent when they had gotten married, and it was part of the reason that she had never mentioned her previous employment to her wife. She liked Charlie, she was sweet and funny and supportive and everything she wanted in a partner, sure the sex could be better but the idea of Charlie seeing her as less or walking away from what they had because of her past, terrified her. She had worked hard to distance herself from her past, to keep Charlie from knowing and if that meant keeping her sex drive under lock and key then so be it. She went to church, she worked hard at her law firm, she kept herself on the straight and narrow. It was a secret she was taking to her grave.
"Probably looking at anal porn," Santana muttered under her breath as she entered Charlie's office. Sure, she had done it in the past before but she had never really enjoyed it. She probably should have agreed when Charlie had broached the subject earlier, and she had tried to rectify that but apparently, her wife respected her too much to try. She touched Charlie's mouse and watched as the computer screen flickered on. She glances around the desk for a moment before taking a seat in Charlie's expensive and overly comfy computer chair. She needed to get one for her office at work.
"Okay, lets see what Charlie's into," Santana says bringing up Charlie's history. She smiles, Charlie hadn't cleaned up after herself. Which she wasn't surprised about, getting Charlie to put her dirty socks into the hamper was like pulling teeth. "Busty catwoman, gets fucked and swallows." Santana raises a brow as she clicks on the link it was some amateur stuff. Of course, it was. She honestly didn't expect much from Noah. Well she wasn't going to have terrible sex just for Charlie's sake. She sighs and clicks around for a bit, yeah it really was just an amateur upload site, there were a few clips from some professional sites, and she recognized some of the girls, but nothing that really caught her eye. "Even her porn is boring," Santana sighed. Waiting for Charlie to initiate kinky sex was proving to be a futile exercise.
She's clears the history session and is about to leave and return to planning their anniversary trip, when a pop-up catches her eye. A message at the bottom of the screen, with two words on it, that make her heart skip a beat. Divorce Lawyers. She swallows, things may not have been great sexually but they hadn't been fighting, they still slept in the same bed. Charlie was still Charlie, she would know if something was wrong her wife wore her emotions on her sleeve.
She really should just let it go, and talk to Charlie about it but she's curious and it's right there and she can't help but click on it. It takes a moment for the email to pop up and flicks through the list of divorce lawyers in the area. She recognized some of them. It only takes her a moment to realize that the email is from Judy, which causes her to let out the breath that she had been holding. It seemed like every other year her mother-in-law would get annoyed with Russell and threaten him with divorce, it was usually over some stupid reason. This was probably just another silly fight, and both Russell and Judy were trying to drag their children into it. She almost felt silly for doubting her wife.
She rolls her eyes, there was going to be drama and that probably meant that it was probably Charlie's turn to have Judy around for a few days, which she wasn't pleased with. Judy was not a fan of hers, it was probably because Charlie was her baby. It was petty she knew that, but Charlie loved her mother, and she didn't want or need the headache of fighting over dominance.
She looks over Charlie's emails, and rolls her eyes at all the unopened bills that Charlie hadn't opened. Of course, she hadn't, they took the money direct from the account. Charlie needed to start paying a bit more attention. The bills had probably gone up again and Charlie hadn't noticed, or simply didn't care. Her eyes stop on the opened message from Puckerman and she rolls her eyes before clicking on it, probably more porn. She clicks on the sole link on the page and watches as a web page opens.
'Harder! Fuck me harder! Yeah, oh my god! Yes!'
Santana's eyes widen and she immediately scrambles for Charlie's speakers turning them off before it woke Sophie. Her heart sinks as she stares at the video that's playing, watching as younger version of her gets pounded hard, by some porn star. She can't even remember his name. She knew what came next and stopped the video.
She couldn't begin to describe the horror that gripped her heart. She could hear the blood beating in her ears as she bent over and hugged herself tightly, trying her hardest not to cry. Charlie knew and her life was over. Charlie would divorce her, everyone at work would know that she had been a former pornstar, her reputation would be ruined and no judge in their right mind would grant her custody of her children. What was she going to do?