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Chapter 29

"I love to singa about the moona and the junea and the srpinga. I love to singa about skys so blue and tea for two." Rachel was belting out, danciing around the kitchen while making breakfest. She had no clue that a grumpy Santana was standing in the doorway. She had had about enough.

"I love to singa about my wifea and a kinfea in the kitchen." Rachel jumped at her voice. "I love to singa about the tea for me and the floor for you if you don't shut the hell up." She finished with a sharp growl. Rachel was in no ways threatened. I mean come on, she's been married to this women for 12 years now. And not to mention, dating her for another 3. So she knew.

"Morning grumps. Your coffee is on the island and the toast is almost done." Rachel replied, not even commenting on her wifes rude morning behaviour. "And the pancakes are almost done." She flipped the last few onto a plate and turned to find Santana already pouring herself another cup of coffee. "Even after all these years, I still don't know how you can drink that just straight black." She set the plate down.

Santana took a deep gulp before setting her mug down. She seemed more awake now that she had pratically inhaled steaming coffee.

"And I have told you before, it's because you make it so weak, I have to take it black." She was leaning over to grab a few pancakes when Rachel caught her arm.

"And I have told you baby, If you get up early enough, you can make your own coffee." She gripped up higher on her wife's arm, getting leverage to sit on her lap. No matter how tired or annoyed or even sick Santana could be, her arms always wound around Rachel when she was in her lap. Call it protection or even love. All she knew was it always felt right.

."What? And miss the glory of seeing your naked body every morning." But it came out in more a jumble because as of right now, Santana had her face buried in Rachel's chest.

"San, kindly remove your face from my cleveage and give me a proper kiss." She wiggled her chest a litte, causing Santana to chuckle.

"Fine."

She pulled her face away and gave Rachel one of her prized relaxed smiles. They were like a rare flower that only blooms in the morning. Because once the rest of the day offically happenes, you don't see that smile again.

"Morning and thank you for the coffee." She pulled Rachel a little closer and slid her lips softly over her wives', making sure to sneak a grope in before Rachel pushed her away. "Now can I eat, because even your damn fake omlete is making me hungry." Rachel just gave her an eyeroll and hopped down from her lap.

Rachel walked back around the island and hid a smile as Santana bit into her pancakes.

"What?" She said with a mouthful of food. Rachel just kept smiling. She swallowed to clear her airway. "Rach, seriously, stop smiling like that." When she just continued to do so, Santana just gave up and finished off her first pancake when Rachel's smile widened. "Okay, for fuck sakes. What is it?"

Rachel gave a small chuckle before biting into her own food. "I just thought that you should know, those delicious pancakes that you've been eating for years." She paused to take another bite. "Well, those honey, have always been vegan."

"Berry. You're a bitch." She stared down at her plate. "But I love you and the fact that you been sneaking me vegan pancakes for years. I knew I married you for a reason."

Santana finished off the rest of her breakfest. Even taking a few bites of Rachels.