Epilogue

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"Hon, can you pass the salt please?" Santana requests sweetly, only to earn a glare from Brittany.

"Mama! Mommy said pass the salt. She said please!" Two-year old Gabby smiles cheekily at her biggie-me from her booster chair at the dining table. Beside her, seven-year old Alex and five-year old George giggle at their younger sister.

"Really? I didn't hear that. Would you tell your Mommy that she could get the salt herself because it's within her reach?" Brittany offers a forced smile.

"Mommy! Mama said -." Gabby is willing to do as her Mama requested, but her Mommy cuts her off with a loving look.

"It's okay Gabby, I heard it sweetie." She sighs at the cold treatment her wife is giving her. Not that she doesn't deserve it though.

"Mmmm-mommmm!" The 11-month old tyke coos at her 'crestfallen' mother who immediately perks up at the attention.

"Yes Toni? What does my baby want?"

"Totos!"

"Oh! You want some more potatoes? Huh? More potatoes sweetheart?"

"Heh!"

"Okay! Here." Santana attends to their youngest daughter's need, even if Brittany is the one feeding the littlest girl, Toni. "Yummy?"

"My!" Zoey beams at her mother.

"How was your day, Raffy?" Santana asks their middle child who is normally the most silent of them all.

"'Twas fun Mommy! "

"Wow! That's wonderful baby! Did you make new friends?" Raffy is 3 years old and they've enrolled her to pre-school where she stays for three hours each day.

"Yes Mommy!"

"Mommy, where were you last night? We did another story!" George pouts.

"That's a very good question, George." Brittany mutters under her breath.

"What was that, Britt?" Santana asks her wife.

"Nothing. I believe George asked you something." She says with a raised and challenging brow.

"Oh. I...I uh...Uncle Phil needed my help." She answers vaguely.

"On what, Mommy? What time did you come home? We waited for you but we got so sleepy already."

Ugh. Alex and her inquisitiveness.

"Just about work, baby. Anyway, how was school?"

"It was awesome Mom! We had on the Solar System and I got a perfect score." Alex says rather shyly.

"Sweet."

"You and Mama teach me about the solar system, remember? That's why I got them all." She smiles proudly.

"That and you are really smart, Alex. All of you are smart!"

"I think Gabby has something to say to you, too." Brittany voices out and Santana looks at their fourth child expectantly.

"What is it Gab?"

"Makus." She answers, almost in a whisper. Santana nods encouragingly. Gabby is in daycare every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

"What is it honey?" She coos, trying to get the two year old to tell her what's wrong when Alex and George giggle once again, causing Santana to look at them sternly. "I'm talking to your sister, you two. Wait - is that my lipstick?" She frowns at George as she notices how red her daughter's pink lips are. "And is that my blush-on on your cheeks, young lady?"

"Alex, Raffy, Gabby and I had a role-play Mommy." She explains.

"George, you can't use my makeup. They're not good for your skin. You're still so young. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"You'll remove that later. Anyway, Gabby, what do you want to tell me, sweetheart?" Gabby just looks at Brittany who by now has that blank look on her face.

"I..." Their daughter bites her bottom lip. "didn't mean, Mommy." She whimpers.

"Britt?" She directs her question to the oldest blonde in the house.

"She bit Marcus' finger." Brittany explains with a sigh.

"What?" Her eyes widen at the information. "Baby...why would you do that?" Gabby just bites her bottom lip, not looking up. "Gabrielle, did you bite Marcus' finger?"

"Nah." She shakes her head, looking at Santana with those puppy dog eyes.

"Gabrielle, Miss Adams told me you bit Marcus." Brittany says sternly. "Don't lie, Gab. You know Mama does not like that. It's bad. So did you bite Marcus?"

"Makus fings got stuck, Mommy!" She reasons.

"It got stuck. Okay, that sounds about right." Santana nods, earning another glare from Brittany. "What? Maybe he really did. You know, got his fingers stuck, he cried and since Gab and him are always together, they thought she bit him. Is that right, Gabby?"

"Yes Mommy!" She nods enthusiastically.

"See? Now, do you know where Marcus got his finger or fingers stuck, baby?"

"Here." Gabby points at her mouth and Santana drops her jaw on the floor.

"Oh dear." She mutters under her breath, biting her tongue to prevent herself from laughing.

Catching her wife's gaze, they talked silently before coming up with a common decision.

"We'll talk to you later, Gabrielle. Everybody finish your food." Santana orders.

"Mommy, can we play later? We didn't finish playing the story yesterday." George asks.

"Okay. But you should clean yourselves up first after dinner. And no make up George."

/

After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Santana goes on to give Alex, George, Raffy and Gabby a sponge bath and have them change into their PJs before playing with them. This thing started last year. One of the kids will come up with a story then play them on the spot, assigning a narrator (mostly Santana or Brittany) whom the 'characters' will get the instructions from. Tonight, the story is about sisters who got kidnapped by a big bad pig.

They stopped when Toni can't fight sleep anymore (yes, she's a part of the play now, though her role is minor like laughing in the background).

Brittany sighs when the girls all but smothered Santana as they make their way to their respective rooms. Santana's carrying Toni while the four other girls are following her - like puppies who don't want to be separated from their mother. They almost never get to sleep without Santana tucking them in. Toni, the youngest, is the worst. She has this anxiety whenever she can't see her Mommy before she sleeps. That's why when Santana didn't come home in time for their bedtime last night, it was more than she could handle. Thankfully, she was able to talk Miranda, the kids' nanny to stay for the night to help out with the kids. It didn't get easy though.

Alex, being the eldest, managed to sleep without any difficulty. Only, she woke up at least twice, each time, checking whether her Mommy was already home.

George had the same predicament as Alex.

The challenge came with Raffy, Gabby and Toni - all crying their hearts out. Toni's heartbreaking wailing only ceased when Santana came home at around two in the morning.

Santana immediately rushed towards Brittany who was holding a whimpering Toni in her arms. Her eyes told a story of disappointment and tiredness, but as soon as Britt saw Santana looking brokenly at their youngest, all the blonde could do was nod in understanding before handing a still bellowing Toni to her wife.

"Our bed can accommodate four people. I'll go and get Raffy and Gabby. I can stay at the guestroom."

"Britt, can we just ask Miranda to put in the inflatable beds on our floor? I feel bad for sleeping with these three munchkins and not have Alex and George with us."

"Okay." Brittany whispered, too stressed out to argue. "We'll talk in the morning, or whatever." And with that, she was out of the master's bedroom.

"Mmmmyy?" Toni opened her puffy eyes to look at her mother.

"Yes honey, it's Mommy. Stop crying now baby. Mommy's here. I love you so much."

"Yahyu."

"Love you baby." Santana rocked her youngest while singing Toni's favorite song during this situation, 'Fly Me to the Moon'. In no time, Toni was fast asleep. They didn't have to wait for long before Britt and Miranda came in the room with the beds. While Miranda fixed the beds, Brittany went to get the other two younger blondes.

"Thank you so much for staying, Miranda."

"No problem Santana. Here, you can put little Toni in here now." Just then, Raffy and Gabby made their entrance, running towards their Mom.

"Mommy! You're here!"

"Yes, babies. Sorry I'm late. Let's put our voices down, alright? Toni's sleeping."

"Okay Mom." They whispered, crawling to Santana's sides.

"You should have slept. You didn't have to wait for me, Raf, Gab." She muttered, kissing the top of her daughters head.

"But you didn't kiss us goodnight Mommy." Raffy pouted.

"I'm sorry. It will not happen again. Mommy will always be there to kiss you goodnight, okay?"

"Okay Mom."

"Come on, let's sleep." Alex and George got into the room later, positioning themselves next to their younger siblings. With Santana and Brittany on both ends of the beds, the family of seven drifted off to sleep.

/

Santana makes sure that she and Britt tuck all their kids to bed tonight. It's Friday and they don't have to go to school tomorrow. Britt though, would have to report to the Dance Academy where she's working as the Directress for a meeting. A movie studio wants to make a film that centers on dancing and they need a creative input, preferably from a dancer. Brittany will have to work with the film director and producers to identify the routines to be used.

This will be the third time she's done this.

Santana knows that she needs to sit down with her wife and talk about what happened.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" Brittany answers nonchalantly, though her face betrays her.

"Can we please talk?" San pleads as soon as they're on their bed, the kids sleeping soundly in their rooms. They made a rule since they got back together that no matter what happens, even when they're fighting – they will always sleep in the same room, preferably in the same bed.

"Okay." Britt sighs, admitting that they do need to talk.

"I'm so sorry for coming in late last night."

"Where were you?" Santana fidgets in her spot, unable to look directly at her wife.

"Promise me you won't get mad?"

"Santana."

"I was with Philippe. He purchased this new jet, the G650."

"Okay. Did you fly it?"

"Well, it needed to be tested…"

"So you flew the jet?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm so sorry, Britt. I…I can't justify what I did. I know we've agreed that I won't fly anything again, but I just got really excited."

"Why were you late though?"

"We flew to New York. Stopped by Dad's house."

"How is he?"

"He's really frail. He's 86. The doctors said he can go anytime."

"So the flight served two purposes." Brittany notes, evenly.

"Yeah."

"I'm really disappointed in you, Santana. I'm glad that you visited your father. We could have come. But of course, only in commercial flights. But you have to understand where I'm coming from here. You can't just fly that freaking plane whenever you get excited. We have kids, Santana. We've got five kids who will be devastated if something happens to you. Have you seen how they were when you weren't there for bedtime? I couldn't stop Raffy, Gabby and Toni from crying. Toni especially. This is not just about you and me anymore."

"I'm sorry, I was so stupid."

"No you weren't. You just got excited and forgot about the repercussions of your actions. Can we just chalk this up to lessons learned?"

"I'll be glad too. You forgive me?"

"Good. And yeah, I do. Life's too short to dwell on the small things. Just…just don't fly anything anymore San, please."

"I won't. And I won't dare not tuck the girls to sleep. God Britt, that was heartbreaking. You did so well."

"Yeah? I didn't really get to do anything. They were asking for you. The three won't stop crying. They were inconsolable. I thought I should just let them cry, because maybe, when they get tired, they'll just sleep. I'm such a bad mom. I couldn't stop them from crying." Brittany whimpers.

Santana's quick to comfort her wife. "Britt...hey...come on now..." She hugs Brittany tightly. "You are, the, most amazing mother ever. You've brought them to this world, Britt-Britt. You love and care for them deeply and they're happy kids because you've been so awesome at your job."

"But they never cry when I leave. It's like I can stay away from home for days and they'll be okay, they won't look for me."

"That's not true! They always ask me where you are when you're away. You've just done a better job at easing their separation anxiety from you. I haven't. That's something I have to work on, especially with Toni." She sighs. "But don't ever think that you're a bad mom. That's blasphemy, Brittz!"

"Yeah?"

"I swear. I'm so lucky that it's you I'm partnering with in raising those wonderful kids."

"They're a handful, aren't they?"

"Hmm. They're worth all the sleepless nights. They're worth all our sacrifices."

"It's funny how they're all so different and similar at the same time." Brittany says with a small smile on her face.

Alexandra 'Alex' L. Pierce, seven, being the eldest, is Miss Responsible, Friendship and Diplomacy. She's warm, organized and has the knack of smoothing everything over. She readily tells her sisters off whenever they're fighting or acting out, albeit gently.

Georgina 'George' L. Pierce, five, is the performer of the family. She loves doing 'plays', singing and dancing. She's the one who always insists on coming with Britt to the studio to dance. She's also a blabber mouth.

Rafaella 'Raffy' L. Pierce, four, is silent and observant, yet sweet. Unlike her siblings, she didn't start to talk until she was almost two years old, causing Santana to worry. She's smarter than most kids of her age and she has a little degree of difficulty in relating with other kids.

Gabrielle 'Gabby' L. Pierce, two, is the naughty one. She looks like she couldn't hurt a fly, but don't be fooled by that angelic face. She pantsed Brittany during Raffy's third birthday party, to her Mama's embarrassment. One bat of her eyelash coupled with that innocent voice that can't seem to have any hint of offense and everything is forgiven.

Leighton 'Toni' L. Pierce, eleven months, is the darling of the family. She smiles a lot. As early as now, they could say that she's the family's 'clown'. She makes funny faces, dances weirdly and imitates her mothers - eliciting laughter from her parents and siblings.

"Similar? The only similar thing I can pinpoint is the hair, baby." Santana chuckles.

"I would have wanted another one, hopefully a brunette." Brittany pouts.

"Well you have me!"

"I want a mini you."

"Well...we could...but your Dad will kill me. I sort of promised we're stopping at five. And don't even get me started on the teasing that we'll get when we get pregnant again."

"Well we already have five. Another one won't hurt, right?"

"I'm down with anything." Santana smirks. "But we can talk about that after Toni's birthday bash."

"Before or after our fifteenth anniversary?" Brittany looks at Santana in the eye as they both have this glazed look in their orbs.

"Has it really been fifteen years?" Santana caresses her wife's hand, eyes not leaving Brittany's. "It feels like just yesterday..."

"Well. We did get married young."

It had been a good life, great even, for both of them. It has been over seven years since the time they'd spent apart.

They both know in their hearts that they have been right to trust each other again.

They both know that they have been blessed with a great gift - a rare and profound love - a bond and love so powerful that even in their foolishness, they had been unable to sever.

It may be too early to say this, but at the moment, they can see that the house they had built is standing strong. They always understand each other, as few people did.

It's that kind of love that people search a lifetime for.

It's a love that they so luckily found.

They found each other and lost each other and found each other again.

"I'm so lucky, Britt." Santana whispers passionately and lovingly.

"Me too. I'm the luckiest bitch in this joint."

This is their miracle.

And they both know that they'll always, always, fight for their love.

It's their miracle.

And it's theirs to keep.

There you have it guys! Thank you for joining me in this ride :) I might write a sequel for this, focusing on their family life. It may take a while though because I have to continue with my other stories.

I'm posting pictures of Santana's and Brittany's daughters in my tumblr account. Check it out whenever :P

Thank you once again!