"Tired?" I giggle when Santana flops down into the bed.

"Mmm…so tired," Santana gets up and starts to strip. "So worth it though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Santana crawls back into bed with nothing but a sports bra and boxers on. "Marrying you and knocking you up twice… so worth it." Santana grins.

Today was a great day. Santana got off at 7 this morning and slept until about 2pm. The kids and I left to go over to Quinn's around 8am and didn't come home until around 2:30pm when Santana called asking us to come home. From the moment we got home, Santana ran around with our four year old and cuddling our son once Ava ran herself tired. Afterwards we got dressed and went to dinner over Matt and Emily's place. Now its 9pm and Santana just got Ava settled.

I know Santana is tired but she love days like this. I love days like this. Days where we all get to spend most of the day together. Best thing is that Santana has tomorrow off and will actually be up to have breakfast with us. I thought she would have a hard time balancing work and time with her family. But Santana makes it work. She shuts me down every time I even think about going back to work. Santana really wants me to enjoy being a stay at home and not to worry about anything else. I can't say that I hate being a stay at home mom. I'm enjoying watching my babies grow in front of my eyes and I still get free time to do what I want when they are sleeping, Santana's home, are they are with relatives.

"You're amazing. You know that?"

Santana rolls her eyes. "You're not going to be able to sweet talk your way into sex. I'm too tired."

"Shut up." I deliver a light punch to her shoulder. "I'm serious. I can't imagine what I would do without you." I guess I'm just emotional tonight. "I mean…I'm so proud of you. You really got it together and…I just love you."

"Come here." I lie down and allow Santana to pull me into her arms. She kisses my nose before resting her head on the same pillow as me. "I'm proud of us. We're a team. If it wasn't for you…I couldn't have made it. We did this."

"Mmmmm…I love you."

"Love you more."

Six Years Later

"Mama!" I watch as my six year old jumps into his mother's arms. Santana catches him and spins around before placing kisses all over his face. They act as if they hadn't seen each other two hours ago.

"Hey baby!" Santana keeps a hold of Avery while leaning over to peck my lips.

"Hi." I grin and start to set up our lawn chair. "You guys ready for the game?"

"Yes!" Avery yells even though I wasn't talking to him.

Santana laughs and sits him down in the chair. "Yeah. The girls are excited to play but sad because it's the last game though."

We are currently at the community rec center. Ava's been involved in their summer programs since she was three. When she turned five she started playing soccer, she's been playing ever since. Last year the coach quit because he got a new job. Ava remembered Quinn talking about how she use to play in high school and a little in college, so naturally Ava begged her to apply to be the new coach. After checking her schedule, Quinn took the position and made Santana be the assistant coach.

I remember being pregnant and thinking I would be a paranoid, protective mother. I was wrong. I actually didn't get too worked up over things during the first couple of months after Ava was born. Santana on the other hand…she would freak if Ava just coughed. It was so cute. That's her little princess.

So when Santana took the job, at first I thought she was going to quit, if she didn't have a panic attack first. Santana has always been supper protective over Ave (and now Avery too), always making sure her princess was okay. So when they first started practices, Santana would freak out if Ava fell or when she thought another kid was playing to rough with our daughter. Not only would she freak out about Ava but also if another kid fell or just got a little bump. Quinn had to have several talks with Santana before they actually had a practice that Santana didn't stop it every time I kid frowned or fell while running or something. Now it's their second year coaching and I could not be more proud of my wife and my best friend. They are doing a great job with the kids and our ten year old adores Santana and Quinn even more then she did before. I thought that wasn't possible, but I guess it is.

"Mommy! Did you bring my bag?!" Ava runs over to us once Quinn finishes taking attendance of the kids she had show up to the game. Ava and Santana managed to forget Ava's bag we packed for the sleep over Ava is going to tonight. We usually don't let her stay over other people house but all the other girls are going and Ava really wanted to go, so we allowed it this once.

"Yeah, babe. It's in the car. Mama will get it after the game."

"Don't forget Mom." Ava turns to Santana.

Santana rolls her eyes. "Whatever, kid. Go stretch."

"You know my dads are going to freak when they learn Ava won't be at dinner tonight."

Santana shrugs. "Avery will distract them for a few hours."

"What did you guys give that kid for breakfast?" Quinn says as she walks up.

I look pass her to see Ava running in circles with a big grin on her face. I shrug, "She's just naturally energized."

"Plus she's excited about this sleepover business." Santana frowns.

"Relax, Lopez. It'll be fine. Rachel and I started having sleepovers when we were like five."

"Yeah." Santana sighs. "But times ha…."

"Mama!" Ava's loud voice cuts her off.

"We better get out there." Quinn looks up from her watch.

"Have a good game!" I pull them into a group hug.

Santana's POV

The game ends with a tie. None of the little people got a goal but both teams had fun and look happy. After the game we get Ava's bag and get her settled to spend the rest of the day with Quinn before she gets dropped off at the sleepover. Quinn is watching Ava and Avery so Rachel and I can have some time together.

We go get some lunch and then a few hours later head to my meeting. Today is a big day for me.

Ten years sober.

The meeting goes well. I get my sobriety coin and talk a little and we head out for dinner at the Berry's.

Quinn, Chad and Avery are already there when we arrive. Emily and Matt arrive shortly after and we all settle around the dinner table.

"So Chad, how was it watching the kid? Good practice." Matt smirks.

Quinn and Chad are expecting their first kid in five months. They eloped a few years back. Rachel was pissed that Quinn didn't want to have a big wedding. I was more surprised that Quinn was actually getting married. She never really wanted to get married before. Before it was all about just about 'being happy with one person and not really caring about all the fancy words and paper work' is what Quinn would say. Then she met Chad and all that changed, everything but the not wanting a wedding. I couldn't be happier for her. Quinn hasn't only been a great friend to Rachel but also a great one to me. Even when Rachel and I had a rough few years, Quinn continued to be supportive. Now she's starting her own little family and I'm so happy for her. For them.

"It was interesting." Chad laughs. "They defiantly kept me on my toes."

"Shut up." Quinn playful slaps Chad on the arm. "He is a natural with kids."

"I can't wait to that baby gets her, another grandbaby to spoil." Leroy grins at Chad and Quinn.

Hiram nods his head. "Matt and Emily…we are still waiting for that announcement any day now." He teases. Every laughs as Matt eyes gets wide.

Matt is still on the fence about kids. His sister Jessica already have kids, plus my two and Quinn soon to be baby…Matt thinks being uncle is enough right now. Emily seems to be okay will waiting as well. They are doing well though. They just bought a new house, so maybe after everything settles down with that they will try for a kid.

"So my baby's ten years sober today." Rachel shares when there is a pause in the conversation. She grabs my hand and brings it up to her lips. "I'm so proud of her."

"We all are!" Leroy reaches over and slaps my arm. "Say something, kid. Ten years is a big deal. Hell ten days is a big deal. We are so proud of you."

I shrug. "Um…well…"Rachel squeezes my hand. "It's been hard. Ten years." I smile.

I look around the table. Emily and Chad never experienced an intoxicated Santana Lopez. They've only heard stories but have been supportive none the less.

I remember how I felt when Rachel told me she was pregnant. I remember being happy and thinking that I had to get myself together. I was so fucked up at that time and wreck less. And I remember these people being there and helping me get through everything.

"It's crazy to think that…I mean," I can feel myself getting emotional. Talking at the meeting wasn't as hard because Rachel was the only person there that really mattered to me. And I talk to her about everything. She's been there on my tough nights and weakest moments. Now that I sit here with all these people that matter to me…I don't know. It makes this journey seem so real.

"Thank you." I look around the table, making sure to lock eyes with everyone. "Thank you. Every one of you have been supporting me and just…being there. I was a wreck. I still…I can't believe the person I was. How I almost ruined the best thing that ever happened to me." I look over to Rachel. "Rachel, our kids…dude…I almost ruined that but you guys…" I shake my head, I feel the tears sliding down my face. I'm not embarrassed because these guys are family. "You didn't give up on me. Quinn called and checked up on me, even when I was not treating her best friend the best. Still checks on me. Matt took me in… made sure I didn't do anything to stupid. Dad…Pops…you guys continue to love me and let your daughter love me, even when I didn't love myself. Emily and Chad…you guys…just thank you. Thank you for loving my friends and for not judging me. At least not to my face." Everyone laughs. "I'll never be able to put into words what all of you mean to me. Thank you."

"We love you!" Emily smiles.

"To ten years!" Rachel cheers and everyone raises their glasses.

The rest of dinner goes well and Matt and I go onto the back porch to sit down and chat for a little. Rachel is putting Avery to bed while Quinn argues with Rachel's dads about what movie we should watch tonight. I'm sure Chad is sitting and watching his pregnant wife with an amused look on his face.

"Everything okay out here?" Emily peek her head out the door.

"If you are checking to see if Santana is crying…" I punch Matt, shutting him up.

"Everything's cool, Em. What's up with you?"

"Nothing. Leroy wants everyone in the house in ten minutes though." She says before kissing Matt on the cheek and going back inside the house.

"You guys are so cute!" I tease. "How's the house."

"A lot of fucking work." Matt continues to tell me about the house until we get interrupted by Rachel.

"Ava's on the phone." Rachel joins us on the porch. Matt gives my shoulder a squeeze and kisses Rachel's forehead before going inside and leaving us alone.

"What's up princess?" I smile into the phone. I haven't heard her little voice since she called us before Quinn dropped her off at the sleepover.

"Whatcha doing mama?" Ava whispers. I put the phone on speaker and hug Rachel to my side.

"About to watch a movie with your grandpa's, mommy and the rest of your crazy family."

"What's Avery doing?"

"Sleeping…like you need to be doing."

"That's what Mrs. Mitchell said. I told her I wanted to talk to you first."

"Yea…are you having fun?"

"Yes. But its bedtime now."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." Pause. "But..I forgot Mr. Monkey at home. I can't sleep without him."

"That's okay, baby. Mommy's here. She can sing you to sleep. You lying down?"

"Yes. But it's not the same." I can hear the pout in her voice. "Can you guys come get me? I don't think I wanna sleep over anymore." Ava whispers.

I look over and see Rachel rolling her eyes with a smile. She tried to bet me that Ava wouldn't make it through the night. Even if she had her stuffed monkey, Ava isn't use to sleeping over people houses.

"Mommy… I wanna come home with you."

"Okay. It's okay." Rachel sooths. "Put Mrs. Mitchell back on the phone."

"Are you coming to get me?"

"Yes. Now give Mrs. Mitchell back the phone." I tell the ten year old.

We tell Mrs. Mitchell sorry and that we will be picking up Ava soon. She tells us that she understands and that she'll have Ava ready.

"I told you she wasn't going to want to actually sleepover." Rachel says when we hang up.

I shrug. "My baby doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to."

"Come on. Let's go get our daughter."

The end